The War of the Dragon

by dragonfang33

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Princess Luna, Thriller, Original Character, Mystery, Spike, Random, Princess Celestia, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 11853

When six eggs are stolen from the Dragonlands, Equestria finds itself facing it's greatest threat

When six eggs are stolen from the Dragonlands, Spike becomes the prime suspect. However as events unfold, Equestria soon finds itself facing a threat not seen in centuries. For within the Realm of Venom, far beyond the White Mountains of the Far North, the Nightmare of Equestria is stirring from his slumber. The Second Dragon War is coming, and only united can Equestria stand against the storm.

Published 2017-08-22 05:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-05 06:24:21 UTC

Chapter I Dark Queen, Dark Mission

“When the Twelve Shadows Rise
And the Black Dragons Soar the Skies
When the Times of Harvest become the Times of Darkness
The Blood of One Who is Pure of Heart Shall Flow
And Ragnos, Dark Lord of Venom, Shall Rise
And the Second Shadow Shall Fall Across the Land”

-The Prophecy of the Dragon

Location: The Bloody Island, Celestial Sea

For untold centuries the ruins have stood. The burned out crumbling remains of a castle, forged from black stone, shrouded in an impenetrable fog. For those who dwell in the North the stories are well known. An Emperor and Empress driven mad, retreated here, and subjected the Empire and all of Equestria to seven years of blood and terror, before the castle burned on Nightmare Night Year of Celestia 0007. To this day they say the ghosts of those who died within the walls of the castle still prowl the grounds.
For the gnarled Changeling this haunted island was more than a ghost story, it was home. Her hoof caressed the blackened stone. It had been from this stone that she had carved the first of her Changelings, it had been here that she had brought them to life. Only a few weeks had passed since her fall, and Chrysalis’ mind still boiled at the thought of those who’d caused her downfall. Ever since that day she cursed the names of each and every being she saw, with a hatred, a fury, unequaled. From Starlight Glimmer to the traitor Thorax. Each and every being filled her with even more fury at what they had taken from her: Her children, her creations. The shriek filled the air of the island.
“TRAITORS!” Chrysalis roared, as a stream of green energy emerged from her horn, and streaked towards a pillar, striking it and shattering it. Twice more she repeated this attack, as her mind began to flood with images of her past.
For so long she had lied about her past, that even she only remembered the truth in bits and fragments: Three Princesses, Friendship, the Blight, Plague-Born, Exile. The only part that she could say was true was that she carved the first Changelings from the stone of these very ruins, beings forged in her own twisted image, and the loss of them had taken what little sanity she had left.
“They’ll pay,” Chrysalis growled, “Even if I must burn Equestria to cinders,” her icy gaze turned towards a dragon shaped statue on the far side of the courtyard , “YOU PROMISED ME EQUESTRIA, AND NOW YOU’VE LEFT ME WITH NOTHING.” It was at that moment a voice, cold, and emotionless echoed through the darkness.
“Explain thyself servant,” Before Chrysalis’s eyes a figure, clad from head to toe in the black robes of a monk, emerged from the shadows. The hood covered all of the creature’s face, save for a pair of eyes as red as blood, and the lower part of its jaw, revealing skin that was pasty white, and pulled tightly against the bone and muscle, giving the appearance of a skull. From the sleeves of the robe emerged a pair of gnarled white hands, pale as bone, and tipped off by yellow talons. To the figure Chrysalis could only respond, “My children, my kingdom they’ve been stolen from me I’m nothing now, just another Plague-Born.” Seldom had she mentioned that accursed phrase outside of her own chambers, let alone to another being, but now there was little point in hiding the truth. Yet with the robed figure’s response surprised her.
“Tis not a great loss,” the figure said, “His Eminence never expected thy Changling Host to really pose a great threat. Though they performed far beyond His expectations.” With that Chrysalis’ anger began to grow, yet the figure remained as cold and still as ever, and responded to Chrysalis’ rage calmly.
“All that ye hath suffered is a small set back. But it hath played well into His Eminences’ plans.” It was at that point Chrysalis’ rage reached its breaking point, and once again began to gather magic into her horn.
“That won’t be necessary,” the figure continued, “I have come not to fight, but to offer you His Eminences’ salvation.”
“SALVATION,” Chrysalis roared, “HOW CAN ANYONE BRING A PLAGUE-BORN SALVATION?”
“His Eminence can work miracles,.” Chrysalis slowly began to calm down.
“And what does His Eminence ask of me in return?” To this the figure only responded with one word. “Loyalty.” To this Chrysalis only responded with one word of her own. “Yes.” The figure remained silent, the only thing betraying his emotions was the cold, decayed smile, that crept over his face. Before fading into a cloud of shadows, leaving Chrysalis alone once more.
Yet she felt different, the hunger, the ceaseless curse that had plagued her for centuries, had suddenly vanished. New images began to fill her mind, images of two caves one in the Dragonlands, another beyond the Crystal Mountains, each filled with eggs.At that moment a voice filled her head.
“Twelve Eggs for Twelve Riders. Six from the South. Six From the North, to the Heart of Venom to be born.” A smile crept over Crysalis’ face, as she took to the air.

Location: Dragon Egg Caverns, Dragonlands, Southern Equestria

The tiny blue Dragon made her way through the dark cavern, flanked on both sides by a trio of Dragons easily twice her size. The only light in the cavern came from the bright red scepter the tiny Dragon clenched in her hand. Before them was a massive cavern filled to the brim with eggs, watched over by a number of medium sized Dragons.

“So I take it we’ll be ready for the journey on time?” The tiny Dragon inquired.

“Of course Prince...,” the tiny Dragon shot the bright red Dragon behind her a cold stare, “I mean Dragon Lord Ember.” though Ember held Garbel in low regard, his Clan still carried much influence among the Southern Dragons, and it was only through their influence that Garbel was elevated to the Dragon Lord’s Guard.

“You’ll do well to remember that Garbel,” Ember replied, before turning her attention back to the eggs., “How long before we’re ready to embark?”

“Another week the Elders still need to bless the eggs before their journey north,” one of her guards replied, taking notice of the the look of concern on Ember’s face, “My Lady is something troubling you?”

“No,” Ember replied, “It’s my first Birthing as the Dragon Lord of the South. I guess I’m both nervous about, and looking forward to, dealing with the Northern Clans as equals.” It was with that last word, a series of giggles began to echo through the cavern.

“What’s so funny?” Ember inquired, facing her guards.

“Sorry Highness,” Garble said, “It’s just every Dragon of Equestria knows Dragon Lord Iceblade, no every Northern Dragon harbors nothing but resentment towards us for The Liberation.” Ember simply sighed.
“Maybe it’s time for a change,” Ember replied, “The North and South set aside our differences long enough for the Birthing. Maybe this time I can convince Dragon Lord Iceblade to finally end this feud.”
“That’s Pony talk!” Garble replied, harshly, “Besides we all know how the Empire and the Northern Clans view us.” Ember remained silent: Traitors, Dishonored, Thieves. Those were all words she had remembered hearing from the North regarding her Clans on her few visits to Dragon Mountain with her father. Yet she also recalled how her Clans viewed the North: Murderers, Tyrants, Slaves, Hypocrites. All had been spoken amongst the Southern Clans regarding the North.
“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try,” Ember finally said. As they made their way out of the cavern, Ember spotted an all too familiar sight. It was a Dragon, just slightly smaller than herself, with purple scales, and green spines running down the full length of his back.
“Spike!” Ember shouted, relieved to see a friendly face, “what brings you to the Dragonlands?”
“Yeah wouldn’t you be more comfortable with your PONY friends,” Garble asked, before Ember shot him a cold glare.
“Hey at least I don’t need to hide behind a Clan legacy in order to prove myself,” Spike snapped. Silence fell over the cavern, as Garble found himself at a loss for words. Before Garble could form a reply, Ember spoke.
“What brings you to the Dragon Lands?” Ember asked
“Princess Celestia asked me to come,” Spike replied, smiling, “The Royal Sisters have become curious about the Birthing since relations between Dragons and Ponies have improved. They also heard all about your great performance in the Gauntlet of Fire.” Ember couldn’t help but blush.
“Thanks,” Ember replied, “But you know you were just as good.” It was at that moment Garble cut in.
“Listen runt,” Garble said, pointing a finger at Spike, “The Birthing is reserved for the Sons and Daughters of the Mother. Your mamby pamby Pony Princesses have no right to send any observers to our most important tradition. Especially a Son of the Mother who doesn’t even have a clue about…” It was at that moment Ember cut him off.
“That’s enough Garble,” Ember said, harshly, “As reigning Dragon Lord of the Southern Dragons, I’m granting Spike permission to accompany the procession.” Spike couldn’t help but smile, at the honor that had been bestowed upon him.
“I promise I won’t let you down Ember.” Spike replied, as Ember and her entourage took their leave. Spike made his way deeper into the cavern, taking notice of the numerous nests, and eggs scattered about the cavern.
“So,” Spike said, taking notice of one of priests, sprinkling water upon a cluster of eggs, and speaking in a language that was unfamiliar to him, “This Birthing is it really that important?” Those words made the priest freeze in his tracks. He could only respond to this question with shock.
“Surely you jest,” The Priest responded. Spike hesitated for a few moments.
“Well,” Spike said, nervously, “I’ve spent all of my life among the Ponies, and they know nothing about Dragon Culture, and I’m only beginning to learn about my heritage.” The Dragon Priest found himself at a loss for words at what he’d just head, but found himself taking pity on the tiny Dragon.
“The Birthing,” the Priest responded, “there is no more sacred event in the lives of the Dragons, and this is the only time the Northern and Southern Clans set aside our feud.”
“Why is that?” Spike inquired, as the Priest sprinkled water on another cluster of eggs.
“The Birthing marks the beginning of a new generation of Dragons. All First Born, both the North and the South, share the same Mother,” the Priest said, “and to gaze upon the sacred Mountain, let alone the Mother, is the greatest of honors a Dragon can receive. But to carry our grudge to her sacred chambers, there is no worse dishonor.”
“So what’s with the water?” Spike inquired.
“It’s to purify the eggs and the children within,” the Priest replied, “The Mountain is far too pure a place for the taint of the world beyond. Should the Mother sense the presence of any contamination, the egg is discarded,” the Priest looked at Spike, “much like how she declared your egg impure.” The Priest turned to finish his blessing, when he felt a sharp pain in his back, as he fell to the ground. The last thing he saw was Spike gathering the eggs he had just begun to bless.
“Why,” the Priest struggled to say.
“Princess Celestia sends her thanks,” Spike said, as the Priest felt yet another sharp pain, this one strong enough to knock him out. A cold smile crept over Spike’s face, as a bag materialized out in his clawed hand. Slowly he began lifting the eggs into the sack. Just as he finished placing the sixth egg in the sack a loud scream caught him off guard.
“HALT,” two Dragons shouted. Spike had been so caught up in his actions that he’d failed to notice the two medium sized Dragons approaching him. Thinking quick, Spike unleashed a stream of green fire, cutting them off. Smiling, the tiny Dragon made his way out of the cavern, but before one last taunt to the Dragons.
“I’ll be sure to let the Princesses know about your heroism.”

Location: Throne of the Dragonlord, Dragonlands, a few hours later

A loud scream echoed through the cavern, as Ember stirred from her sleep. Before the tiny Dragon could form a response, she found herself surrounded by Dragon Priests, all of whom were screaming at the top of their lungs, and loud enough that Ember couldn’t make out what they were trying to say. Yet it was clear from the looks on their faces that something was horribly wrong.

“THE EGGS,” one of the Priests shouted, “SIX OF THEM HAVE BEEN STOLEN.” Ember felt her heart sink. Never in Dragon history had anyone: Human, Pony, Griffin, Minotaur, none had dared to steal Dragon Egg from either the North or the South, especially this close to the Birthing.

“How?” Ember said, as she collapsed onto the throne. What the Dragon Priest said next felt like a dagger being plunged right into her heart.

“A small Dragon,” the priest said, “with purple scales and green spines, attacked one of the Priests and made off with,” Garble suddenly cut him off.

“I don’t think we need to hear anymore,” Garble said, angrily, “We all know Sparkle Warkle, would prefer to be a Pony rather than a Dragon of the South, and didn’t he say it was their mamby pamby Princess who sent him?”

“That’s enough Garble,” Ember said, regaining her composure, yet Garble continued on.

“Why should I,” Garble asked, “I’m only saying what we’re all thinking. We all know the Ponies want to see us embrace their ways. Well if you’re too much of a Pony to respond to this insult like a Dragon, then I suggest…” It was at that moment Ember’s patients finally ran out
“BE SILENT,” Ember roared, her voice echoing through the air, “I know what you’re about to say Garble, and until we know this act was indeed carried out on the Royal Sisters orders we will not sink to the level the Mother did,” her gaze turned once again to the priest, “Were there any witnesses who notice which direction the perpetrator fled?”
“Several said he was heading east,” the priest replied, a smile crept over Garble’s face, this was the moment he’d been waiting for.
“What more proof do we need?” Garble shouted, as other Dragons began to murmur in agreement. Still Ember refused to even consider the idea they were proposing.
“I’ll go to the Princesses personally,” Ember said, “I’ll demand that they explain this violation of Dragon Sovereignty, and if they refuse to return our children…” she hesitated for a few moments, “I’ll will lead the assault on Equestria myself.” She spread her wings and was about to take to the air, when Garble leapt in front of her.
“Really now,” Garble snarled, “we all know you’re just as much a Pony Lover as Sparkle Warkle. How do we know you won’t turn over more of our children to your Pony friends?”
“You’d do well to curb that tongue of yours Garble,” Ember replied, trying to keep her temper in check, as she presented the Blood Stone Scepter towards him, “I still hold the sacred Scepter and I AM STILL DRAGON LORD OF THE SOUTHERN DRAGONS, and I’ll be the one who decides how we deal with this outrage.” Garble simply laughed.
“Well maybe it’s time for a change,” Garble said, coldly, “I say we forgo the politics and just burn Equestria to the ground, and Ember and Spikey Wikey can join their Pony friends in the fire.” That was the final straw, before Garble could respond, he felt the sharp edges of the Blood Stone Scepter gem embed themselves in his stomach, before falling to the ground. With tears in his eyes he gazed up at Ember, who stood over him, the Blood Stone Scepter pointed right at his throat.
“You know the Law as passed down from Molar the Liberator,” Ember said, as she pressed the scepter deeper into Garble’s throat, “Only the Dragon Lord of the South may decide when we go to war,” she slowly lowered the scepter, “however I’m prepared to overlook this outburst as simple emotion. But you will accompany me and my personal escort to Ponyville.” At first Garble tried to protest, but Ember soon silenced him with a single glare.

Location: Ponyville, Southern Kingdoms, Equestria, a week later

The day had dawned like many other, clear and warm with Celestia’s sun shining bright in a crystal blue sky. Ponies going about their daily business, tending to their fields, bringing goods to market, and preparing the weather for the day ahead of them. Yet for the seven Ponies gathered at the Crystal Castle, which dominated the town’s skyline, concern was the word of the day, as they gathered around the large map table in the center of the castle.

“This is the third week in a row,” a yellow Pegasus with a tired look on her face, said, “that the animals got into town.”

“I’ll say,” an orange pony added, “the Fruit Bats on Sweet Apple Acres have been in a tizzy for the last week. Big Mac can’t even get near the North field.” At the head of the table, a purple Alicorn sat lost in thought. Complaints from the town about animals going wild had been mounting. Rumors of creatures neither Pony nor animal, being seen near the edge of the Everfree Forest, especially at night, were also increasing. Though the look to her face reflected one of calm, in her mind she was just as confused as anyone else.
“Fluttershy,” The Alicorn inquired, her gaze fixated on the yellow Pegasus, “have any of the animals said anything about what’s going on?”
“No,” Fluttershy replied, yawning, “I’ve barely been able to calm them down, and whenever I ask about it, they simply run off.” Just as Twilight was about to respond, a loud scream from outside the castle caught their attention. The cry of a single word echoed through the day: “Dragon.”
With that Twilight and her friends raced through the castle, to a balcony overlooking Ponyville Square. There stood four Dragons, one a small blue Dragon, another though was a medium sized Red Dragon, whose piercing yellow eyes were anything but friendly. The other two were medium sized Dragons with blue scales and blue eyes, and whose gaze was just as unfriendly as the Red Dragon.
“Where’s Spike?” Ember shouted, pointing the Blood Stone Scepter towards the balcony.
“What’s this about Ember?” Twilight replied, with a look of confusion and shock to her face.
“That’s none of your concerns Ponies,” Garble snapped, before Ember cut him off.
“This is a matter of Dragon Concern,” Ember said, motioning for her body guards to restrain Grable, The tone of her voice however soon changed, “all I’m allowed to say in accordance with Dragon Law is that if Spike is not presented, there will be dire consequences for both him and those who harbor him.”
“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN,” a rainbow maned Pegasus shouted, with a tone hinting at the situation escalating. Yet before the Pegasus had a chance to continue her rant, Twilight cut her off.
“Spike is occupied,” Twilight said, “But I’m sure if you wait a few…” She was suddenly cut off.
“WE WILL NOT WAIT,” Ember shouted, “IF OUR GRIEVANCES ARE NOT ADDRESSED, AND ADDRESSED SOON, THEY WILL QUICKLY BECOME A PONY PROBLEM.” Twilight remained silent for a few moments before again speaking.
“It would be in both of our interests if we continue this inside,” Twilight said, taking notice of the crowd that had begun to gather. However before Ember could respond Garble once again cut her off.
“Yeah well I say this is some kind of Pony trick,” Garble said, but this time Ember flew up, putting herself between the Dragon and the Alicorn.
“That is enough Garble,” Ember said, “Regardless of your personal feelings, this is something we must handle diplomatically,” her gazed turned toward Twilight, “Very well we’ll continue this inside.” Twilight sighed and responded with a single word: “Agreed”

Location: Library, Crystal Palace, Equestria, An hour later

“Where’s Spike,” Garble shouted, his voice echoing through the castle corridor, as Ember once again had to motion for him to be silent.
“For the hundredth time,” Twilight responded, “Spike is occupied.” For the past hour the two sides had been trading the same banter. Twilight refusing to summon Spike until she was told the charges against him. Charges that Ember seemed hesitant to give, until Spike was present.
“Ember,” Twilight said, “I’m asking as Spike’s friend, and as a friend to the Dragonlands. I need to know what you think Spike has done?” Ember hesitated as she gazed at Garble and her two bodyguards, but each one shot her a gaze that told her to keep quiet. Yet this was not the time for silence, or tradition. Ember breathed in, and made her decision.
“Spike of the Undesirables,” Ember said, as her companions growled, but still she continued, “is hereby charged with the crime of the theft of six eggs from the Sacred Egg Chambers of the Dragonlands, and the attempted murder of one of the High Priests of the Southern Clans. I, Ember of the Blue Fire Clan, holder of the Bloodstone Scepter and by right Lord of the Dragons of the South, demand that Spike be presented to face these charges. If these demands are not met I will have no choice but to consider this an act of war against the Dragonlands” The Ponies were left stunned.
“That’s bullshit,” Rainbow Dash shouted, breaking the silence that had fallen over the chamber.
“How can you even think Spikey Wikey,” Rarity said, while Garble giggled at Rarity’s nickname, “Would do such a thing?” To this Ember replied.
“Spike alone can explain that,” Twilight remained silent before finally shouting for Spike. After what seemed like an eternity, a small purple Dragon with bright green spines, and carrying a massive stack of books stumbled into the chamber. Before anyone had a chance to react, Garble lunged at Spike, knocking him from his feet and scattering the books he’d been carrying about the room.
“YOU PIECE OF RAGNOS LOVING FILTH,” Garble said, as he punched Spike in the face, “WHERE ARE THEY?” Before he could deliver another blow Garble found himself restrained by Starlight, Twilight and Rarity’s magic. Yet it was barely enough to hold the enraged Dragon back.
“YOU FILTHY TRAITOR,” Garble snarled, smoking billowing from his nostrils, but before he had a chance to finish Ember cut him off.
“That’s enough Garble,” Ember said, “that’s more than enough,” her gaze turned towards Spike, and a look of relief came over her face, “this confirms that he’s innocent.”

“Innocent of what?” Spike inquired, rubbing his injured jaw.
“She thinks you stole some of their eggs Spike,” Twilight said, angrily as the thoughts of the attack that her friend had endured ran through her mind. Spike, however was left in a state of shock, at the aquastation.
“That’s not true,” Spike blerted out, even though he was raised by Ponies he still heard rumors about what Dragons did to those who stole their eggs, and it wouldn’t end well for Equestria. What Ember said next surprised everyone, and calmed Spike down just a little: “I believe you.”
“OF COURSE YOU WOULD,” Garble snarled, still trying to break free, “YOU’RE AS MUCH OF A…” He was cut off by the sound of Ember striking him in the face.
“YOU’D DO WELL TO LEARN YOUR PLACE,” Ember said, “Your Clan may claim to be the descendents of Molar the Liberator, but I still hold the Bloodstone Scepter.”
“Who cares about those filthy…” Ember struck Garble once again.
“Think with your mind,” Ember said, angrily, “rather than your fists. Spike could not have stolen the Eggs. Because how could he have gotten here before us when he has no wings, and can only travel by running, especially when we’ve refused to allow the Ponies to extend their rail lines into our lands?” Garble snarled as Ember turned back toward the Ponies.
“It seems we were acting in haste,” Ember said, “But I now ask you to help with the recovery of our stolen children.” However as that last word emerged from Ember’s mouth, a small scroll shot out of Spike’s mouth. Twilight levitated the scroll over, and upon opening it, turned pale white.
“We’re needed in the Crystal Empire,” Twilight said, “On order of Princess Celestia.”

Chapter II Royal Summit

“Humans: Last of the Dragon’s Children. Born from the Fires of the Grand Dragons Dracos and Selene in the closing years of the Awakening of Equestria. As a result of their birth from the fires of the Dark One and the Mother, Humans are unpredictable in their actions. Capable of being the closest of allies, and the worst of enemies. Second only to Ponies in terms of population, and the most devoted to the sacred Pact.

Lonrot’s Chronicles: On Humans”

Location: Friendship Express, on route to the Crystal Empire, Northern Kingdoms, Equestria

The silence that filled the train was thick enough that one could cut it with a knife. On one side of the train car sat Twilight and her companions, on the other Ember and her four guards. Since leaving Ponyville Twilight had been pouring over the message she’d received from the Princess.

“Your presence in the Crystal Empire is needed urgently. Utmost secrecy is required.

-Princess Celestia.”

Twilight was lost in thought at the message, nothing about why they were being summoned, or what had transpired in the Crystal Empire to warrant Twilight and her friends presence, yet the insistence on secrecy was something the Princess had never before demanded.

Yet her friends were more focused on the Dragons. At first they had been adamant that they would address the theft of the eggs upon their return from the Crystal Empire, yet Ember wasn’t backing down, insisting that as Dragon Lord of the South, she had every right to present her case to the Princesses. Reluctantly Twilight agreed to allow Ember and her companions to accompany them, hoping that their presence wouldn’t distract from whatever was transpiring in the Crystal Empire.

“I don’t get why Twilight let you come,” Rainbow said, coldly. Ember remained silent, taking note that, save for Twilight and her friends they were the only ones present on the train.

“Are we not entitled to present our grievances to Celestia?” Ember inquired

“I still don’t know how I let you talk us into this meeting,” Garble grumbled, his gaze fixated on Spike, like a hawk.

“If what Twilight told us,” Ember replied, “is true then our grievances will be addressed.” She turned her attention to Twilight “Isn’t that right?” Twilight still remained silent.

“Say something,” Starlight whispered nudging her friend, and finally snapping Twilight out of her trance, as she noticed Starlight motioning to the four Dragons.

“Oh,” Twilight said, taking notice of the Dragons, “Of course your concerns will be addressed. So what is this Birthing exactly?” Ember cracked a smile.

“It’s the Dragon version of Hearth’s Warming Eve,” Ember replied, “The beginning of a new generation of Dragons. The one time the Dragons of the North and South…” It was at that point Garble shot her a cold gaze, and the look to Ember’s face became far more serious, “But other then that it’s something reserved for Dragons only.” Spike suddenly spoke up, getting the attention of the others.

“You said Dragons of the North and South,” Spike said, “You mean there are Dragons who live outside the Dragon Lands.”

“Figures Sparkle Warkle wouldn’t know about the Northern Clans,” Garble said, puffing smoke from his nostrils, “He’d fit right in with those slaves,” it was then Ember cut Garble off.

“That’s enough,” Ember said, her gaze becoming fixated on Twilight, “Yes there are Dragons who dwell North of the Crystal Mountains, who still honor the Old Ways, and well, let's just say our Clans don’t always get along.” Twilight’s eyes lit up, the existence of other Dragons who lived outside Equestra was something unheard of, and almost at once her mind began to fill with countless questions.

“What do you mean by the Old Ways,” Twilight said, her eyes alight with curiosity, “Oh maybe Princess Celestia wants us to help you re-establish ties…” Applejack soon cut Twilight off.

“I don’t think a simple friendship problem would require secrecy Twilight,” Applejack said, “somethin tells me there’s somethin big happening, and it just might have somethin to do with the theft of them thar eggs.”

“SO YOU ADMIT IT,” Garble snapped, as he attempted to once again grab Spike, only for Rainbow to return his attack in kind. But before ether combatant made contact, they found themselves restrained by both Ember and Twilight.

“That’s enough,” Ember said, her gaze remained fixated on Garble, “You will learn your place Garble. One more outburst and I will see to it you’re banished from the Dragon Lands,” just as Garble was about the respond, Ember cut him off once again, “and nothing your parents say will get me to change my mind.” Garble let out a low growl, as he gaze turned back to Spike.

“Listen I’m sure Princess Celestia will help recover the eggs,” Spike said, trying to break the tension. It was then he gazed out the window, taking note of a large snow storm, “uh why is it snowing?” Quickly the group gathered by the window, shocked at the sudden change in the weather.

“What’s going on?” Starlight inquired.

“I don’t know,” Twilight replied, with a look of concern to her face, “we’re not even on the right tracks anymore.” It was at that moment Ember spoke up.

“What do you mean by that?” Ember asked, harshly.

“I just,” Twilight said, taking not of the cold gaze on the Southern Dragon Lord’s face, “This isn’t even the right tracks to…” Ember suddenly cut her off.

“Listen Princess Twilight,” Ember said, angrily, “If this is some sort of trick…” Ember was suddenly cut off by the sounds of the train stopping.

Location: Hidden Rail Station, Outskirts of the Ruins of Unicornia, Western Provinces, Crystal Empire, Equestria, Northern Kingdoms

The Crystal Guards stood at attention, while the white unicorn stallion paced back and forth across the rail platform, his gaze shifting from the slowly setting sun to the massive archway whose crumbling ruins were only surpassed in height by the towering peaks of the Crystal Mountains.

In the days before the Great Blizzard, the Unicorns had mined these peaks for gems. Gems that had long been the signs of Unicornia’s wealth and power among the Pony Kingdoms of the pre-Blizzard days. Yet now all that remained of the old kingdom were crumbling ruins, dominated by the old castle which was situated on the side of the highest mountain. Yet for the white Unicorn the haunting ruins were the least of his worries. He knew the old kingdom well, especially the creatures that had taken up residence in the Crystal Mountains in the wake of the War of Three Hundred Years, and had tried to convince the Princesses to allow him to use the main roads, but they were adamant on secrecy.

“Sir,” one of the Crystal Guards said, getting the Unicorn’s attention, “The train from Ponyville has arrived.” The Unicorn breathed a sigh of relief, so far all was proceeding as planned.

“Shining Armor,” a familiar voice said, the Unicorn had barely heard the last word before he raced across the platform

“Twiliy,” Shining Armor said, as he embraced his sister. However his tone changed as he spied Ember and her escorts emerging from the carriage, “Why are they here?”

“There’s a pressing issue that Dragon Lord Ember needs to discuss with Princess Celestia,” Twilight replied.

“Twilight,” Shining Armor said, “I’m sure the Princesses were clear that secrecy about this meeting is paramount.”

“Secrecy huh,” Ember replied, crossing her arms, “Last time I checked you Ponies were trying to make friends with the Dragonlands, and I thought friends didn’t keep secrets from other friends?” Shining Armor wanted to form a reply, yet his gaze turned towards the sun, slowly setting behind behind the Crystal Mountains.

“We’ll discuss this in the city,” Shining Armor said, “right now we need to get back before things escalate.” A look of concern suddenly crossed the faces of Twilight and her friends.

“What do you mean escalate?” Twilight asked.

“Let’s just say,” Shining Armor replied, sternly “It concerns the Yaks, and if it’s not solved things could go downhill really fast.”

Location: Throne Room, Crystal Palace, a few hours later

The silence that filled the room was only being broken by the sounds of large wagons being moved through the streets. The streets of the Empire were largely abandoned save for Imperial Guards, rushing about making sure the defenses were ready. The large statue of Spike which dominated the grounds in front of the Crystal Palace had been covered by a black tarp, with a hand full of Imperial and Equestiran Royal Guards posted around it. The normally bustling city was at a stand still, the only signs of life being the Royal Guards posted throughout, with large siege weapons being moved to the outskirts.

“Sister,” a Dark Blue Alicorn said, taking notice of more guards, boarding a wagon, which would take the to the border, “Surely you don’t intend to let the Humans get away with this.” The White Alicorn remained silent, as another guard entered, with a scroll in his mouth Retaining the stern look to her face, Celestia levitated the scroll, and unfolded it.

“Imperial Troops continue to occupy Ponyville-Crystal City Rail Line. No further hostile movements reported.”

-Lt. Col. Wind Whistler.”

“I know what you’re going to say Luna,” Celestia said, rolling the scroll up, “But we will wait for Princess Twilight,” Luna snorted, as she resumed pacing. Her mind racing back to what was suppose to be her greatest triumph, but had ended in Equestria’s humiliation at the hands of the Humans, and now here they were trying to talk the Humans down while their army massed at Yakyakistan and along the rail lines.

“Sister, you can not be serious,” Luna said “an enemy amasses at our allies gate, at OUR gate, and you still propose we do nothing!?”

“Humans maybe unpredictable but they’re not unreasonable,” Celestia replied, “so far their armies are only camped outside Yakyakistan’s gate and along the rail lines, they haven’t attacked or harmed either the Yaks or Crystal Ponies themselves.”

“Still this violation can not go unanswered,” Luna snapped, “Princess Cadence has put the entire Crystal Empire on alert. If we strike now we could…” Celestia shot Luna a glare that would’ve been enough to break anyone’s will.

“I will not condone a course of action from either Cadence,” Celestia replied, her gaze narrowing at her sister, “or from you that will lead to a repeat of the Red Blizzard.” Luna growled in frustration, as the memories of that year long war came back. It should’ve been an easy victory, fifty of the finest Royal Guard Legions against an Imperial Army that was made up of nothing more the raw recruits. All had gone accordingly until the Pegasai lost control of the blizzard they’d created to freeze the Imperials. Fifty Legions had followed her north, only five returned, and the treaty the Empire forced on Equestria, the treaty her own sister had agreed to, had stripped her of nearly all her power and influence in the court, and instituted the hated policy of war being declared only when the Princesses agreed.

“How dare you throw that back in my face sister,” Luna snapped. “You did nothing while my Guards froze, and were slaughtered on mass, and then allowed the enemy of Equestria to instill that treaty.”

“It was your actions that caused the Red Blizzard sister. Your actions that left me with no choice but to negotiate with the Humans to prevent their armies from actually marching into Equestria,” Celestia replied. Luna only grunted in frustration.. Celestia retained the stern look on her face, as she noted Luna’s frustration, frustration shared by Princess Cadence, it had only been Celestia’s refusal to commit to retaliation that had brought the Humans to the table, and yet even they were growing impatient at the delays. Celestia still refused to waver, the law of Equestria was clear, all the Princesses had to agree before war was declared, as long as one abstained war could not be declared, even in defense.

“I still say we forgo the formalities sister,” Luna said, “For all we know the Empire has already marched into Yakyakistan.” Celestia remained silent. She knew Luna’s fears weren’t unfounded but a war between the Empire and Equestra was something that was out of the question.

“I know you’re frustrated Luna,” Celestia said, “but my decision stands. I will only vote for war if Princess Twilight agrees.” She could sense her sister’s growing anger.

“I don’t make this decision out of weakness but you know our magic has grown weaker.” Luna signed, for the past few months the days had grown shorter, and the nights longer and colder. As their power over the sun and moon waxed and waned, so far few had taken notice.

“Highnesses,” A guard shouted, “Princess Twilight and her party have arrived.” Celestia breathed a sigh of relief.

“Show them in, Celestia said.

Location: Main Rotunda, Crystal Palace, Crystal City, Northern Kingdoms

“MY STATUE,” Spike shouted, having noticed the black tarp covering the crystal sculpture in the courtyard, “ WHAT HAPPENED TO MY STATUE?!”

“Spike I think there’s something bigger going on then your statue,” Twilight replied, sighing, her gaze turning to Shining Armor, “Otherwise why would the entire Crystal Imperial Guard be out in force?”

“We’re in a state of siege,” Shining Armor replied, “Right now the only thing keeping things from escalating has been Princess Celestia’s presence.”

“What do you mean a state of siege?” Twilight inquired. Shining Armor struggled to find the right words to express what had been transpiring.

“The Human Empire blockaded Yakyakistan and the Crystal Empire a week ago,” Shining Armor said, “They’re demanding Prince Rutherford be handed over or they’ll assault both Yakyakistan and the Crystal Empire.” The group was left stunned, the very idea another nation would violate the sovereignty of Equestria or its allies was unfathomable.

“Well,” Rainbow Dash said punching her hooves together, “What are we waiting for let's give this Empire the boot.”

“No,” Shining Armor replied, sternly, “Princess Celestia managed to get them to agree to talk, and Equestria can ill afford another Red Blizzard.”

“But still,” before Twilight could finish her statement, Princess and Celestia and Princess Luna made their way into the rotunda.

“Welcome Princess Twilight,” Celestia said, as the group knelt before the monarch.

“Princesses,” Twilight said, smiling, “We got here as quickly as possible. We haven’t a moment to lose.” From the corner of her eye, Celestia spotted the four Dragons amongst the group.

“Why are they here?” Celestia inquired

“A grave issue that must be addressed,” Ember said. Celestia remained silent before giving her response.

“Your issue will be addressed in due time,” Celestia replied “But the issue at hand takes precedence.” Ember let out low growl, as her gaze turned towards Garble, whose face was frozen in a smile.

“I was told that Ponies treat all as equals” Ember said, her gaze turning to Spike, “it seems that I’ve been misinformed.” Celestia sighed, noting the tone of Ember’s voice.

“Very well,” Celestia said, “But you will wait until the negotiations with the Humans are completed.” Ember once again let out a low growl, every fiber of her being told her to ignore the Princess wish, yet she also knew how the Humans perceived the Southern Dragons: Traitors, and her own impression of the Empire was not better. Her presence would only serve to make matters worse.

“You have one hour,” Ember said, her eyes narrowing, “and if our issues are not addressed,” her gaze shifted back to Garble, “I’ll have no choice but to consider our,” Celestia cut her off.

“Your concerns will be addressed Dragon Lord,” Celestia said, “But for now I ask you to endure,” her gaze shifted back to Twilight, “Come with me.” As the monarch and her companions took their leave, Garble let out a low growl, catching Ember’s attention.

“Do you have something to say Garble?” Ember said, crossing her arms. Garble’s gaze however, remained fixated on Spike.

“Of course I do,” Garble said, cracking his knuckles, “we both know this is just a delaying tactic,” his eyes becoming fixated on Spike, “well if the Ponies won’t listen to us willingly. I say we make them.” Spike felt his heart sink, of all the Dragons Spike had encountered he knew of none that hated Ponies more than Garble, the look on the red dragon’s face more then reflected it. Breathing in, Spike spoke firmly.

“Princess Celestia promised the concerns of the Dragon Lands will be addressed, and the Princess’ word is as good as gold.” Garble, however simply growled.

“I would expect that from a piece of Ragnos loving filth,” Garble snarled, however it was at that moment Ember spoke up.

“Stand down Garble,” Ember said, pushing Garble back, “If Spike says the Princess can be trusted then I say we’ll wait for her.” Garble simply growled.

“You belong with this filthy ponies,” Garble snapped, “Your father never would’ve allow…” before Garble had a chance to finish his statement, he felt the sharp edge of the Bloodstone scepter striking him in the side of his head, before pushing against the underside of his neck..

“And I am the Dragon Lord of the South,” Ember said, “and you will learn your place.” Garble simply snorted out a puff of smoke, before storming out.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Ember said, yet suddenly the tone of her voice changed, as she looked at Spike, her tone growing harsher, and more serious, “I give you one hour, or the Princess can consider our friendship over.” Spike gulped as he simply nodded.

Location: Meeting Room, Royal Palace, Crystal Empire

“I assume the delay will be explained,” a young blonde haired Human girl said. Princess Cadence remained silent for a few moments as she gazed across the table at her Human counterparts. There were three in total, two of which were clearly females, one with blonde hair, but clad in bright green armor, which was decorated with images of Dragons, upon the table in front of her was a sheathed sword, with a hilt also carved in the shape of dragons. The second female though was far less ornate, wearing only a simple blue robe, with the hood covering her blue hair and clutching a gnarled wooden staff, tipped off with a clear crystal.

“Captain,” Princess Cadence replied, “I give you my word that Princess Celestia is on her way.” The Human’s hand tightened around her sword hilt, Princess Cadence shot the Human a glare, yet retained her composure. Now wasn’t the time to lash out, despite the threatening action.

“Captain Meghan,” the third Human, a man clad in black armor and a black cloak, with dark brown hair that was showing signs of greying, his gaze remained focus on Cadence, “A war between the Imperium and the South will only end in tragedy.” as that last word left the Human’s mouth Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna, with Twilight and her friends flanking them, made their way into the room.

“Are those the Humans?” Rainbow inquired, Celestia simply nodded, and before any could react Rainbow flew right up to the Humans.

“Okay,” Rainbow said, slamming her hooves on the table, “Here’s the deal. You guys either get your troops out of Equestria or…” before Rainbow had a chance to finish her rant, she found herself surrounded by a yellow magical aura, which pulled her off the table.

“That will be quite enough miss Dash,” Celestia said, firmly. Her gaze then turned to the Humans.

“Captain Meghan of House Tallos, Commander Brandon of House Ironclaw, Ambassador Illene of House Starhawk,” Celestia said, calmly, “I must apologize for the delay. But Equestrian law requires all the Princesses be present for these negotiations.” The Humans remained silent, as their gaze scanned the Ponies who had accompanied the Princesses.

“I thought,” The Human male said, “You assured us that these proceedings were to be kept secret.” Celestia remained focused on the Human, allowing his gruff mannerism to slide.

“As I said,” Celestia continued, “the Law of Equestria requires all the reigning Princesses be present for these negotiations. The others are Princess Twilight’s advisors and protege, and as such their presence does not violate our agreement.” Meghan let out a sigh as her counterpart resumed his seat at the table.

“Seems to me your subjects need to learn their place,” Meghan said. Rainbow growled in frustration.

“As you know these charges,” Brandon said, ignoring Meghan’s comment, “Constitute a grave violation of sovereign Imperial territory.”

“What charges are we talking about?” Twilight inquired, “I mean if this is a simple misunderstanding between you and the Yaks.” Meghan’s face grew harsher in tone.

“The deaths of Imperial citizens at the hooves of Yaks,” Meghan said, “within the borders of the sacred Imperium itself, is not a misunderstanding.” It was at that point the other female, spoke up.

“You must forgive the Captain, your majesties” Illene said, “she has a reputation for being a bit hotheaded. But I’m sure I don’t have to remind your majesties of the consequences that will befall Yakyakistan should these charges prove true, will indeed be of the most dire.” Celestia’s face remained stoic as she contemplated what the Humans had just accused the Yaks of. Yet it was Twilight who spoke.

“Ambassador Starhawk, Captain Tallous. I can assure you that this is merely a misunderstanding,” Twilight said, getting the attention of all in the room, “I mean the Yaks are hard headed yes, but they’d never….” Meghan cut Twilight off, as she placed a scroll on the table. Celestia levitated the scroll towards her, and upon reading it her face went pale. Upon it was an ultimatum.

“These are the demands of the Imperium as dictated by His Imperial Majesty the Night Emperor and approved by the Imperial Senate,” Meghan said, folding her arms, “The Emperor expects that Prince Rutherford be turned over to answer for these charges.”

“I will not force the leader of another country to act against their will to save myself,” Celestia said, her gaze shifted back to the Humans, “The choice will be Prince Rutherfords’”

“That maybe Your Highness,” Illene said.

“But it is what our Emperor expects,” Brandon added, “once Prince Rutherford is handed over. I give you my word our troops will be withdrawn.”

“And what if he’s not?” Luna asked, eyeing the Humans. Silence fell over the room, as the two sides stared at each other. A war between the Imperium and Equestria would devastate the world in a way not seen since the War of Three Hundred Years.

“Our demands,” Meghan replied, “as decreed by the Night Emperor himself, and approved by the Imperial Senate, are that unless the Prince is turned over within the next 24 hours, we will take him by force. Only when the Prince is captured or turned over will the Green Army forces now occupying the rail line to Yakyakistan and surrounding Yakyakistan be ordered back to their barracks. Unless a message arrives in Sordfire within the hour agreeing to these terms, a state of war will exist between Equestria and her allies and the Imperium.” A chill ran down Celestia’s spine, she was all too aware of how far the Imperium was willing to go, and that a threat from them was something that would be carried out. Her gaze turned to Cadence.

“Cadence where is Prince Rutherford,” Celestia inquired.

“He’s hold up in his chambers,” Cadence replied, “he refuses to come out for any reason.” Celestia sighed, Yaks were legendary for their pride, and their bad tempers, yet this wasn’t the time for stubbornness.

“Captain I’m sure we can…” Meghan simply cut Celestia off.

“You have one hour to comply with His Imperial Highness’ terms. Failure to do so will be seen as a declaration of war by Equestria and Yakyakistan upon the Imperium.” Celestia remained silent, she could tell from the tone in Meghan’s voice that she was being deadly serious, and there would be no negotiations on these demands. Her gaze moved towards Twilight.

“Have Pinkie Pie attempt to get Prince Rutherford to see reason,” Celestia said, under her breath, “if he doesn’t I fear our nations will go to war.” Twilight simply nodded, her face having gone pale white at the thought of Equestria facing war.

Location: Prince Rutherford’s private suite, Royal Palace, Crystal Empire

The room itself was covered in papers, many of which were maps of the area beyond the Crystal Mountains, much of what was written on the papers were commands, orders meant to be issued to the Yakyakistan militia to begin mobilizing, and to push the Imperial forces surrounding Yakyakistan back.

Though his face betrayed little, Prince Rutherford was deathly afraid, afraid of what would befall his people, knowing full well the militia could do little against the might of the Imperial Army. His thoughts turned to his beloved daughter Yona, she was still too young and innocent to stain her horns with blood. He looked at the picture of the young Yak on the table, every fiber of his being told him to negotiate, if not for Yakyakistan but for her. Yet to face Imperials in negotiations, the very people who had humiliated the Yaks so many centuries ago, was something his pride could not allow.

“Prince Rutherford,” a peppy voice said, snapping him out of his daze. Turning behind him, Rutherford spotted a pink pony, with a frizzy mane entering the room, “Princess Celestia asked me to come talk with you.”

“Why Pink Pony here,” Rutherford said, “This not concern Ponies.”

“Oh I think it does,” Pinkie said, smiling, “maybe we can help you and the Humans come to some sort of deal. Maybe even become friends”

“Why Yaks want to be friends with Humans,” Rutherford replied, crossing his arms, “Yaks don’t like Humans, and Humans don’t like Yaks.”

“If you talk with them,” Pinkie Pie said, smiling, “then your nations won’t go to war.”

“Yaks don’t care. Yaks fight both Humans and Griffins,” Rutherford replied, his voice growing louder, “Yaks did it once, Yaks do it again.”

“Uh I’m pretty sure,” Rutherford cut Pinkie off before she had a chance to finish.

“Yaks simply got tired and went home,” Rutherford said, sighing, “Yaks were not beaten,” the tone of his voice changed, “and YAKS WILL NOT TALK WITH HUMANS!!!” Pinkie’s face went white, she knew Rutherford well enough to know how stubborn he could be, and to a Yak pride was everything.

“Well what if I tell you,” Pinkie said, smiling, “that it wouldn’t be you meeting with the Humans, but the Humans will be meeting with you,” Pinkie nudged Rutherford in the side.

“Yaks not talk with Humans,” Rutherford replied, with a humph, his attention turned towards the papers on his desk, and slammed his hoof down upon an scroll.

“Um what was on that paper?” Pinkie Pie inquired.

“Orders for Yaks to attack Humans,” Rutherford said, as he prepared to hand it over to a large Raven that was sitting on near the window. Pinkie felt her heart leap into her throat, if that message ever left the room, it would bring war to both Yakyakistan and Equestria. Whatever she did, she’d have to do it fast, it was at that moment, out the corner of her eye she saw the picture Rutherford had been looking at, it was then she noticed something she had never before seen in the Yak Prince, he looked as if he was going to cry.

“Who is the Yak in the picture Prince Rutherford?” Pinkie asked, Rutherford remained silent.

“Not Pink Pony’s concern,” Rutherford said, with a humph.

“Oh come on we’re BPYFs,” Pinkie replied smiling, “and it’s not nice to keep secrets from BPYFs.” Rutherford rolled his eyes.

“This Yona Yak,” Rutherford said, “She is daughter of Yak Prince,” he paused for a moment, a tear forming in his eye, “She all Yak Prince has left.”

“Then,” Pinkie said, with a hint of concern, “Shouldn’t her well being come before your own pride?” Rutherford remained silent, his mind racing at what Pinkie had just said. A Yak Prince was proud, strong, unwavering in his decisions, and always acted as such. Every fiber of his being told him to simply brush what Pinkie had said off, to issue the orders, and attack the Human troops camped outside Yakyakistan. But Pinkie had found his weakness, the kink in his armor. He’d give up everything, even his position as Prince Rutherford, for his daughter. He’d been powerless to save his beloved wife, but Yona. To loose her, even for the pride and honor that the Yaks valued so much, was too much for him to bare. No he wouldn’t lose her as he lost her mother, he owed his beloved that much.

Silently Rutherford tore up the letters he had written, save for one, insurance in case things turned out for the worst. Pinkie simply smiled, she knew full well that Rutherford was risking everything but if it meant war could be avoided it was worth it.

Location: Meeting Room, Royal Palace, the Crystal Empire, later

Prince Rutherford’s face betrayed little of the emotions he felt as he made his way into the chambers. On one side sat the three Imperials, the very people who had humiliated Yakyakistan before, and whose army now sat at their gates, at the other were the Princesses of Equestria. Without so much as a word, Rutherford took his seat with the Princesses, and his Human counterparts took theirs, there was only silence as Meghan handed off a small piece of paper to one of her guards, who quickly raced out of the room.

“What was that?” Rainbow inquired, breaking the silence.

“The message His Imperial Highness insisted be sent within the hour,” Meghan replied, “unless you truly do desire war between our lands.” Rainbow fell silent, as she resumed her seat.

“Captain I do believe this matter can be settled without the need,” Meghan cut Celestia off, as she stood up and once again read off the Night Emperor’s ultimatum, once again reiterating that these were the terms the Night Emperor had given and the terms he expected to be met.

“This outrageous,” Rutherford shouted, “Yaks demand to know what pathetic Humans accuse Yaks of doing.”

“The slaying of Imperial Citizens within the Imperium’s sacred borders is a very serious matter,” Illene said, “Your Highness.” The look on Rutherford’s face became hard and serious, his eyes were alight with fury at what this Human Mage dared to suggest.

“Yaks never attack Humans!” Rutherford roared, slamming his hoof on the table, “Humans must be lying!”

“We have witnesses,” Meghan said, “the soldiers of my fortress all reported seeing a dozen Yaks crossing the border and ambushing a trading caravan,”

“WHERE ARE WITNESSES?” Rutherford roared, this time slamming his hoof upon the table so hard, it cracked the crystal.

“Prince Rutherford please.” Celestia said. “Captain surely you have more evidence for such a serious crime than the word of unnamed witnesses?”

"My soldiers are sworn brothers and sisters of the Imperial Army, and would never lie Your Highness,” Meghan replied. “To do so would destroy their honor. All report seeing Yak footprints near the scene of the ambush. And the wounds on the bodies are consistent with Yak hooves as well.” It was then Brandon stood up, and removed an item from his pack.

“Your highness,” Brandon said, placing a small talisman on the table, “When our troops arrived they found this among the bodies,” the talisman itself was a simple stone with a small rune carved on it. “I believe the Prince will recognize this.” Rutherford felt his heart sink, it was the rune for Victory, the symbol of Yakyakistan, only the Militia were ever allowed to wear it. This sealed it the humans must be speaking the truth. Still though Rutherford knew the Yaks well, he knew they valued honor just as much as the Humans did. It had to be a mistake, he knew full well that there was a small portion of the Militia who still held the Imperium in contempt, it had been Human swords and Griffin Bows that had brought down the great Khanate the Mad Khan had sought to build, that had brought them so much shame. Still the thought that they would go so far as to provoke a war just to reclaim lost honor. No Rutherford would not allow it, if this was true they would be dealt with accordingly.

“If this true,” Rutherford replied, “Yaks act without permission from Yak Prince.”

“Or it could be a phoney planted to make it look like the Yaks did it,” Pinkie said, Meghan remained silent for a few moments. It was true that a Crusader order was allegedly active in the area where the attack took place, and the Crusaders would love the empire being dragged into another war with the Yaks.

“If that is true,” Meghan said, crossing her arms, “then Prince Rutherford can explain this to the His Imperial Highness in Sordfire.”

“And if Yak Prince refuse?” Rutherford said.

“The Imperium will have no choice but to retaliate,” Illene said, with a hint of sorrow to her voice.

“War will be inevitable Prince, and history has shown us how that will turn out.” Meghan said.It was at that moment Twilight spoke up.

“Captain I’m sure there’s a way we can come to an arrangement,”

“The Night Emperor’s demands are not open to discussion,” Meghan replied, “The Yak is to accompany us to Sordfire immediately or face the consequences. And so will Equestria if you continue to harbor him.”

“Is that a threat?” Rainbow said, looking as though she was ready to attack the Humans.

“It is what our Emperor expects,” Brandon added, “There is no need for this to escalate any further. Equestria and the Imperium have not always seen eye to eye, but we don’t desire another war, and despite the rash act of one, our two nations have always co-existed.”

“And if Prince Rutherford agrees,” Celestia said, “What guarantee will Equestria get that he will not be harmed?” It was at that moment Meghan stood up, drawing her sword. At first those in attendance felt a shiver run down their spine, the Royal Guards in the room reached for their own weapons, but to the surprise of all Princess Cadence motioned for the guards to stand down, as Meghan knelt before the Princesses, holding her sword by the blade, the hilt pointing towards them.

“By the Sacred Dragons,” Meghan said, “By this blade, the embodiment of Selene’s fire, and most sacred symbol of Imperial Honor, I give you my word as a soldier of the Imperium, as a Daughter of Selene, no harm will befall the Prince.”

“You expect us to trust…” Luna said, before Cadence cut her off.

“She just swore a Sword Oath Aunt Luna,” Cadence said, “To Humans there is no greater shame then breaking an oath sworn upon a sword of the Imperium.” It was then Celestia spoke.

“Do you agree to these terms Prince Rutherford?” Rutherford remained silent, only nodding.

“Thank Celestia,” Cadence said, wiping her brow, “Take a note order…” No sooner had that final word left Cadence’s mouth the sounds of a struggle could be heard echoing throughout the hallway.

“Madame you can not enter there,” a voice shouted, yet it was at that moment the door to the chamber burst open, revealing Spike and a Royal Guard trying to restrain Ember.

“I was promised an audience,” Ember roared, “and I intend to be heard!”

“And you’ll get it,” Spike said, “But now’s not a good time.”

“What is the meaning of this,” Meghan said, standing up, and with a look of anger to her face, “You allow this filth to attend these negotiations?!”

“Spike, Corporal release her” Celestia said. Spike and the guard pony compiled, and let go of the enraged Dragon Lord. Ember pulled away, with a smirk on her face.

“I didn’t think the Ponies and Humans got along so well.” Ember said. “Celestia you should know better than to trust them. Humans are known to be treacherous. Given the chance they’ll stab you in the back.”

“Your kind are ones to talk,’ Meghan replied

“Quiet human, I’m not even here to talk to you. This matter concerns the Ponies and no one else. So why don’t you take your little swords and armies and go home.”

“You’d do well to curb your tongue Ragnos Spawn,” Meghan said, reaching for her sword, only to find Brandon’s gloved hand sitting atop it.

“You know the laws Captain. None may harm the Sacred Dragons, even if they are traitors to the Pact.” Meghan sighed, slowly removing her hand from her sword hilt.

“By Selene’s Fire,” Meghan grumbled, as she resumed her seat. Ember simply smiled, as she turned her attention to the four Alicorn Princesses.

“I was under the impression that Ponies value friendship above all else,” Ember said, harshly, the tone of her voice, “then explain to me why our friendship has been taken advantage of?”

“Dragon Lord Ember,” Celestia said, calmly, “I assure you we don’t know what you’re referring too.”

“Oh really,” Ember replied, “Six of our children have been stolen and you simply sit here having tea.” A look of dread came over the Princesses faces.

“Ember,” Twilight said, “I can assure you we’ll offer all assistance we can in tracking…” Ember simply cut her off.

“SAVE IT PRINCESS,” Ember shouted, “the only thing that has kept this from escalating has been that I consider Spike my friend. Yet even that friendship has its limits,” what Ember said next, filled the entire room with silence, “This violation of Dragon Sovereignty, of the very notion of what it means to be a Dragon will not go unanswered. It’s now plain to see that the Magic of Friendship and Equestria are both incapable of defending the rights of the Southern Dragons. Until the eggs are returned, I Ember, Lord of the Dragon Clans of the South, hereby renounce all ties with the Principality of Equestria,” her gaze shifted to the Humans, “as much as it pains me to say what I’m about too. I fear that what has befallen the Clans of the South may also befall the Clans of the North. To prevent the theft of more our children I, as reigning Dragon Lord of the South, request an audience with Dragon Lord Iceheart to negotiate a temporary truce between our clans.” The Princesses looked on in stunned silence at what they had just heard, never before in the history of Equestria had an ally renounced their friendship with the Ponies. The thoughts about what the Dragons would do, ran through their minds, yet it was Twilight who spoke.

“Dragon Lord Ember,” Twilight said, “while I understand your frustrations, there’s no need to blame Ponykind for this act. I promise you we will find who stole your eggs and see to it they will be returned.”

“If only I could be sure,” Ember said, sighing.

“Ember on my oath as Ruler of all Equestria I give you my word,” Celestia said. Ember’s eyes then gazed towards the Humans.

“As for you,” Ember replied, “I expect you will provide me and my party with the proper escort.”

“Why would we,” Meghan said, coldly, “Your kind renounced the Pact centuries….”

“Yet we are still Dragons are we not,” Ember replied, Meghan simply sighed in defeat.

“Do what you will,” Meghan said, “We will only escort you through Imperial territory. As to whether or not Lord Iceheart will see you...that is for him to decide.” Ember simply smiled.

“Dragon Lord Ember,” Celestia replied, “If you’d allow us , we can assist you in this endeavour.” Ember remained silent for a few moments before saying.

“Even though the Dragons have renounced your friendship. You ponies still offer to help out. You’re either very generous or very foolish. Either way your help is appreciated.”

“Good then it’s settled,” Twilight said, breaking the silence, “Me and Spike will accompany both Prince Rutherford and Dragon Lord Ember to these talks.” It was at that moment Cadence spoke up.

“Twilight while I understand your position as Princess of Friendship,” Cadence said, “the Imperium and the Dragon Clans of the North are the Crystal Empire’s closest allies in the North. It would probably be in the best interests of all if I or Shining Armor act as Equestria’s representative.”

“I appreciate your concerns,” Twilight replied, “But as Princess of Friendship it is my sacred duty to ensure peace and friendship among all beings,” her gazed turned towards the Humans, “no matter what they may have done. It’s only right that I serve as representative of Equestria and the Crystal Empire.” Cadence and the other Princesses could only nod in agreement.

“Well whoever you Ponies decide to send. They’re to meet us at our camp tomorrow morning,” Meghan said.

Location: Twilight’s Personal Chambers, Royal Palace, Crystal Empire, a few hours later

“SPIKE I NEED THE EQUESTRIAN GUIDE TO THE NORTH VOL. 209!,” Twilight shouted, in a panic. Spike slowly made his way into the tiny room, books scattered about the room from one end to the other. In his hands were no less than a dozen other books on various topics.

“Twilight you’ve already gone through the entire Crystal Empire Library `1,” Spike said, as he set the books down. “You need to get some rest.” Twilight shot Spike a cold glare, a glare Spike knew all too well.

“What I need is the Equestrian Guide to the North vol. 209,” Twilight replied, “I’m the Princess of Friendship and I know next to nothing about Humans. A single mistake could easily spark a war that could plunge Equestria into a new dark age. In fact nopony knows much about the Humans. Except for the Red Blizzard.”

“That and they seem like big meanies,” a familiar voice said, Twilight looked up from her pile of books just in time to see Pinkie Pie and her other friends make their way into the room.

“Big big meanies,” Pinkie said, stomping her hoof, “picking on poor Prince Rutherford like that.” Twilight shot Pinkie a glare.

“Pinkie I don’t think you grasp how much trouble Prince Rutherford is in,” Twilight replied, “After seeing all the evidence the fact the Humans even agreed to talk rather then just invade is nothing short of a miracle.”

“How so?” Pinkie said.

“According to this book,” Twilight said, as she levitated one of the many tomes over to Pinkie, “by Pvt. Sundancer after his return from the Red Blizzard, and I quote “They struck hard and fast, emerging from the snow and wind like wraths, their blades cutting through our ranks like it was nothing. We left 90 good Royal Guards behind on that snow covered battlefield.”

“Well if they’re so violent,” Applejack said, “Ya’ll might be needing us for back up.”

“They defeated 50 of the finest Royal Guard Legions,” Twilight replied, “what makes you think the six of us would stand a chance if things turned even more sour than they already are?”

“Hello,” Rainbow Dash added, “Elements of Harmony, most powerful magic in Equestria. Also we have Discord on our side.”

“We can’t rely on Discord since he comes and goes as he pleases we also don’t even know if the Elements will work outside of Equestria,” Twilight said, “besides I have no intention of letting things get that bad.”

“Besides a little moral support couldn’t hurt,” Fluttershy said, “I mean only if you need it.”

“Twilight,” Starlight said, “we were all summoned here to help with this problem. Therefore we all should go.” Twilight couldn’t help but smile, she was lucky to have such good friends. She simply nodded, it was at that moment from the corner of her eye she spotted Shining Armor.

“If you girls will excuse me,” Twilight said, “My brother apparently wants to talk.” Just as the other Ponies were about to take their leave, Shining Armor raised his hoof, stopping them.

“What’s wrong Shining Armor,” Twilight inquired, noticing the look on his face, it wasn’t the kind caring face of her older brother, but the stern, cold stare of the Captain of the Royal Guard.

“Cadence wanted me to give you all some advice,” Shining Armor said.

“What kind of advice?” Rainbow inquired, “I mean it’s not like we can’t handle a friendship problem.”

“There’s an old saying in the North,” Shining Armor said, ignoring Rainbow’s comment “Where some states have an army, the Imperial Army has a state.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand big brother,” Twilight replied, with a look of confusion. Shining Armor simply sighed.

“I’ve been inside the Imperium on diplomatic missions before,” Shining Armor replied, “The Imperium is built around it’s army and navy. Convincing the Emperor of Rutherford’s innocence is one thing, but it’s the Imperial Council and the Imperial General Staff that must be convinced as well.”

“I’m sure we can make them see the Yaks are innocent,” Fluttershy said, meekly.

“I have to agree,” Twilight added.

“Twily,” Shining Armor said, sighing, “The Humans are proud, and none more so than the Imperial Military. If the Humans so much as even think you’re insulting their soldiers, things will escalate.” Twilight felt her heart begin to sink.

“Thanks for the advice Shining Armor,” Applejack replied, “But we’re more than capable of handling ourselves.”

“Besides,” Rarity said, “a Mare needs her beauty rest before meeting with nobility.” As the other Ponies began to file out of the room, Twilight finally spoke.

“Thank you for this information big brother,” Twilight said.

“Sure thing LSBFF,” Shining Armor replied, “It would be best for you all to get some sleep. We’ve a long journey ahead.” With that Shining Armor took his leave, as he did so, he spotted the Princess standing on the balcony, gazing out at the wintery wasteland beyond the barrier. For a few brief moments it looked as though Celestia was struggling to lower the sun.