As from Pony, To being a Dragon. Spike's Story

by Star_Draco

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Adventure, Sex, Dragons, Violence, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Main 6, Drama
Length: 11516

A reboot of From Pony to Dragon Spike's Life. This is the story in which Spike's story is explored in a way never before.

A long awaited secret has been held. Spike had become ill and now must come to learn of an inheritance that has been around since the birth of the Dragon Race. He will finally know where he came from, who he is, and what the future may hold for him. However, dark paths lie ahead and fate intertwines with the string. Foes rise, away from him and in front. Ponies will have their own battles to face without him to see it, but his own fights will be their own dismay. What will be his future at the end and will it be his choice to make or a sacrifice in which may cost the lifes of the ones he cares for.

Published 2018-02-14 16:20:08 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-19 01:52:25 UTC

I. Nature's Intent

Author's Note

I would like to thank nekoparalover for the assistance in editing.
Now, to tackle it straight on, this is a reboot. Not many of you knew why i had stopped the original story but i will say it here.

With the intro of Season 6 and the Gauntlet of Fire, it through me off so hard and so fast that i didn't know where to go. After that, i fell off and decided to do Dragon's Consort which was meant to be a one shot but turned into one of my best series.
Here, i wanted to one of the best stories i could ever do with a dragon character, yet make it my own as well. I plan to do that here and regardless of whatever the new season might introduce, i will continue on.
Now, i deleted the other series because i wanted to start anew. A new amount of people to like, a new amount of discussions and make it more... available to everyone, hence the lowered rating.
Lastly, i am hoping to find an artist whom is willing to create a coverart for this story. I have the old one in place for now but i do wish to have one that really shows how much this story will have an impact. Any volunteers or donated ones would be appreciated but after i finish the next couple of chapters, if no one has created one, i will commission someone.
Expect chapters to be released the next coming week or two with 5 to 6 chapters. I hope i gain the fans i have lost and regrow a story meant to be bigger than intended.

I. Nature's Intent

As from Pony, To being a Dragon. Spike's Story

Nature's Intent

The ones we take away from nature, tend to return to their natural habits. Whether we take them as young as soon as they are born or raise them from the moment they are brought into our homes, they will always revert back to natures intended course. Whether it is the oddity of cubs taken from their mothers, nursed back to health after an injury or even just dealing with them on their turf. Their instincts and natural habits will always kick it, sooner or later.

And that is what they were experiencing right now. Nine ponies sat in a waiting room in the Canterlot Hospital. The silence that would echo in the room would only be broken by the sound of rain pouring onto the windows and the sobs coming from a purple alicorn, a yellow Pegasus, and a white unicorn.

The others were in somber tones, ranging from sadness to heartbreak and the dreaded ‘fear’ of knowing the fate of one of their own might not be so clear. The fear of their health was unknown, the terror of knowing that there was some fault build into their hearts and unexplained agony of knowing that they will all go home with one less just plagued their hearts.

As of seven hours ago, all the ponies were going on about their lives, enjoying the comfort of one another, having fun and enjoy their festivities. It seemed like their time was the most joyful in the world. And yet… fate herself decided against it.

The doors to the other end of the room opened where two larger ponies came in. The Alicorn Princesses of the Day and Night walked in. Neither pony stopped as the smaller, purple alicorn ran to her former mentor, in tears and pain, almost hurting herself as she held onto the larger white pony. Incoherent words rambled from her mouth, but she was silenced as a wing pulled her close to her larger chest, making the alicorn cry tears onto the beautiful white shine of her coat. The alicorn cared not for it, especially knowing that her former student was in pain and sadness. The other alicorn also came to hug and comfort the younger pony. No words were spoken between the three, but none were really needed. The sadness that echoed in the room was enough to deter anyone from speaking.

About 20 minutes have passed and the younger alicorn’s fatigue was starting to kick in but it was immediately jump-started by the sound of the doctors’ doors opening with a brown stallion with a white coat came out.

No one said a word as he came out, his eyes were downcast as he finally looked up and saw the numerous amount of ponies in the room, including the royal sisters. Taking off his mask, he gave a small nod.

“For now, he is stabilized, but for how long, remains to be seen.”

For the time being, the hospital allowed only two ponies into see him. That being the purple alicorn and the white alicorn. When they went into the room to visit their patient, it took all the purple alicorn's willpower not to break down and cry again at seeing ‘him’ like this. Two tubs filled his large maw while other tubs lined his purple and green scaled body. He nearly filled the entire bed, made for an adult pony and yet, he never looked so helpless and fragile.

Fluids from two different I.V. bags dripped into the tubes and entered his body. Do to his anatomy, they had to use stronger metals to penetrate his tough scaled hide. His breathing was labored, making a horrible sound of pained inhalation and scratchy deflation.

Once more, she tried to speak, but words could not properly form from her mouth so she turned to the older alicorn who seemed to see the question burning in her former student’s eyes, “Why?”

In her countless centuries of being alive, from the time Discord and other villains ruled the lands to the fall of her sister, even to the point of seeing her own mentor disappear for a millennium, she has experienced hardships many could never comprehend. Seeing friends and family die in a blink of an eye, to witnessing many die or be killed in battles, wars or unnecessary conflict to finally seeing them fall into darkness.

Yet, she always turned to the silver lining in life. That was the peace she helped create, the rise of pony harmony within the three tribes, the millennium-long wait for the return of the Elements of Harmony, her sister, the Crystal Empire, the reformation of an old and lost friend and many other oddities that come and go.

One thing that was constant was that no matter how much she tried to make the world perfect, she was the most flawed pony out there, and yet many see her as a near-divine goddess with beauty reserved beyond incomprehensible measure. Many mistakes were corrected, many still lingered but all tend to wound or stain her heart.

Yet, the dragon before her was not one of them. He did not belong in the category of ‘regrets’, ‘shame’, ‘fear’, or even ‘annoyance’. He belonged to ‘love’, ‘happiness’, ‘merriment’, and lastly but certainly not least, ‘son.’ She had raised him from a hatched egg that her young prodigy had taken in a test, to a young drake full of selflessness, love, compassion, and key to hearts of so many, including herself. It was within her damn right that she took it upon herself to raise him to be the perfect example of species indifference, to be raised in total and absolute harmony with the intention of making him the shining hope, not just to her ponies in Equestria, but throughout the world and more. He also brought something to her that she had long been without. That was someone whom would call her…

“M-M-Mvvtrrr?” came the raspy voice of her son. His eyes were half open and the tubes prevented him from properly speaking. He tried again to speak but he felt the tubes in his mouth, instantly sending him into panic mode. His chest began to rise and fall quickly, causing the tubes to jump up and down.

Celestia quickly came close to her son’s bed and quickly placed a gentle wing on his muzzle, easing her son’s worries.

“Spike… my son, it’s okay. You’re okay,” she cooed to him. Her gentle wing over his head instantly soothed him to a point and his breathing eased.

Twilight came over, hoping that her worry wouldn’t be seen but, despite Spike’s half-opened eyes, he still saw the sadness that overwhelmed her.

“Tw…rrtt?” his voice barely came through, tugging at her already fracturing heart. With a faux smile and shaky breath, she managed to speak to her brother.

“H-Hey Spike… H-H-How you d-d-doing?”

The sadness was there, and it pained him to see his sister in tears and a wreck. He wished he could help but he knew not of the situation. Celestia continued to gently brush her son's head and spoke softly.

“I know you can’t speak right now but just nod for ‘yes’ or shake for ‘no’. Do you remember what happened to you earlier today?”

Spike blinked and tried to recount his day. He woke up, a strong urge to eat a heavy breakfast made him cooking and creating anything he could on and off the stove in a matter of minutes. He wasn’t sure what the hunger demanded but his body was aching for food.

He finished cooking and began chowing down but… it was like despite feeding, his stomach was aching for something more. What more could there be? He ate fruity sweets, gems from his personal treasure, salty hay fries and even drank an entire pitcher of water. Now, it was normal for him to eat a lot ever since his growth spurt kicked in a while back but this hunger was almost… different.

He had grown taller, to the point where he easily towered over his friends and met his mother eye to eye. Lengthwise, he was almost two ponies across and weight wise was almost close to them. His spines had grown, his claws became sharper, his mouth grew more outward and became broader at the back but the end of his muzzle almost came to a near pointed end. His eyes became slits, his voice turned a bit deeper and yet… he still gained no wings. That was disappointing but he didn’t let it deter him.

With all his growing, he had to compensate the nutrients and energy it took for his body to expand and begin to prepare him for his teenage years. Yet… it was this particular day that it really became apparent. He had a hankering for something… metallic and strong, he couldn’t quite place it and it bothered him most of the morning.

It wasn’t until near the afternoon that it was becoming unbearably powerful and before he knew it, instincts kicked in. He chased after a small squirrel that was passing by. His teeth were bared, his growls sounded feral and the fact that his friends saw it, didn’t deter him.

If it weren’t the fact that the screams of the squirrel alerted Fluttershy, it would have been too late for her to swoop down and save it. However, it was that moment that she saw the absolute horror, that her best friend had gone savage and wanted to eat her little friend.

Spike almost attacked her… almost, but when he saw his best friend crying and whimpering, it snapped him out of his haze. He felt horrible, truly horrible that he couldn’t stop himself. More so, he nearly hurt his best friend, trying to chase a squirrel. Why?

Why did he want to hurt the squirrel? Was it anger? Was it out of fear? Or was it something more? His stomach decided to answer for him and he realized what it was. The hunger that couldn’t be sated with normal pony food, with gems being only a minor meal to his biology and more.

His body sought flesh. Meat.

The revelation alone sent fear all to his core and it made him so nauseated and terrified. His body was eating itself in some way to compensate for the lack of meat and he didn’t realize it.

He wanted to apologize for his behavior to Fluttershy, just as his friends began to arrive at the commotion, his body began to have an attack on itself. Pain racked his stomach and his mind was switching between feral and himself where he would let loose grunts of pains and whimpers. He could hear Fluttershy trying to speak to him, but it was hazy at best. His moans and whimpers grew louder, causing him to fall to the ground and whither in agony.

Soon, all his friends began to cry out for him, their voices of concern and screams of fear echoed in his mind as he felt himself losing a battle between going primal on his friend or trying to keep himself sane and make sure that he didn’t hurt them. It was too much for him, even with his recent growth and strength, his body couldn’t handle it and it shut down on him. The last voice he heard was of Twilight screaming out for him.

Then he woke up here. Turning to his mother, he gave her a nod.

She sighed and brushed her son’s head spikes, sending gentle and warm shivers that made him feel safe and secure. Still, the question somewhat lingered to the back of his head. Knowing he couldn’t speak, he still used his eyes to look towards his mother to hope and pray that she knew the truth behind it all.

The wise and amazing mare she was, saw his questioning eyes and gave a small sigh.

“I will tell you but first, I have to ask Twilight to leave.”

“What?” she asked in disbelief. Why would Celestia make her leave her brother? Couldn’t she see that he needed her?

“I need you to leave because what I need to tell Spike is personal and it may disturb you greatly Twilight. I need you to understand that it is for his benefit and his alone.”

“B-But I need to be here…”

“I know you do, but I need to tell him what has happened to him…”

“If it something that could save him, then I need to know!” she half yelled, tears continuing to stream down her face. “Please.”

“Tw-twrrght… sssttt—ayy” Spike managed to get through. He didn’t want her to leave, despite having his mother here, he felt more at ease knowing his sister was there.

Twilight gave a pleading look to her former mentor. Celestia sighed once more and nodded.

“Okay, you may stay but…” she paused and quickly lit up her horn. A golden bubble formed around them. Large enough to encompass the three but stay in the room. “… what I tell you may disturb you.” She warned of Twilight. “I also don’t want others to hear it.”

Twilight nodded in agreement.

Celestia inhaled, taking in a deep but soundless breath before gently exhaling, letting loose any tension from her body.

“Spike, my son, what has happened to you today is not something most dragons experience in their life unless neglected or lack of proper understanding of their biology. It is the fault within my own that I never brought up an… unflattering part of dragon anatomy and that is…” she paused, trying to bring it back to herself before giving a gentle gaze, which also held heartache. “… in order for you to stop these pains and for you to gain control over your urges, you must eat meat.

II. Nurture's Care

Nurture's Care

A dreadful silence followed both parties but mostly Twilight. When Fluttershy told her what had happened, she couldn’t believe it, almost questioning her vanity but hearing it from her own teacher’s mouth, it was too scary to even comprehend.

“Y-You mean that… the stomach pains… the feral attack…” she tried to say.

Celestia sadly nodded, but she continued to bring her son comfort.

“Spike’s growth was a feat of greatness on its own, but his body needed the proper nutrients and proteins in his body’s digestion. No amount of pony food, or even the gems that he normally eats would help now. Gems were just a small part that helped in his growth from hatchling to pre-teen, to help strengthen his body from damage and magic, but now that he is at this stage, he needs a hardy substance. Meat, whether it be fish, squirrel or… something larger, it needs to be in his dietary intake. In order for him to get better, he must eat a large quantity of meat, in order for his body to properly balance in its natural state.
Spike was staring wide eyed at his mother and Twilight was in between disgust and distraught at the sudden revelation of her brother’s wellbeing. Not only was it something out of a horror book she would have in her library but the fact that it belonged to a group that made it sound like her own brother could be considered a monster for, it made her sick to her stomach but at the same time, so unsure on how to help him.

Celestia spoke once more before the others could voice their concerns.

“I know that this is a lot to take in, but you must understand that if Spike is to properly have a better, less stressful growth spurt and for him to mature into adulthood, he must take in the meat that the body requires. For now, it needs to be a lot in order to replenish what his body missed during his earlier years. Once his body is used to the intake of meat, he may return back to eating normal pony foods, but with a few intakes of protein and irons that lie in meat so to balance out his food.”

Spike understood the reason for everything now and it still didn’t help that he was concerned for his new bound appetite and how it may affect his relationship with his friends. He feared the actual rejection that may stem from it. More so, would be how they would see if when they come across the blood that runs down his maw.

Trying to voice his disconcerts, he ended up lightly gagging on the tubes in his mouth. Celestia quickly settled him with his wing, leaning in and nuzzling him against his head. Tears threaten to come from his eyes, only stopping because his mother was there. She hummed a soft tune to him, trying settle her son as best as possible and worked well enough. However, a primal growl left his stomach and Twilight jolted a bit at the sound.

Celestia felt her son’s body twitch in pain and discomfort. He was seeking his next meal and if it wasn’t properly dealt with, he would surely not make it. Realizing what this situation called for, she turned to Twilight. A look of regret passed Celestia and she motioned for her.

“I need you to leave.” Twilight turned to retaliate. “Now!” she spoke firmly, almost angrily. Her face showed regret and anger but settled on authority. “I need to tend to my son and its only the will of the mother that she could tend to her child’s wellbeing. When you do leave, send in my sister. No one else is to disturb us.” She paused before giving a saddening look towards her prodigy. “Please.”

Twilight has never seen Celestia so angry but she also saw that it was not just anger but sadness and pain that only mothers can experience when their children are injured or ill. In this case, Spike needed his mother more than his sister for she was all knowing and only she could save him. Giving a nod, she turned to leave but quickly gave Spike a reassuring smile. “We’ll be cheering for you.”

He gave a small smile and a shaky claw thumb up. Seeing her brother under the save guise of his mother she left through the door and gently closed it behind her. Celestia had temporality raised the shield to allow Twilight out before closing it and waited for her sister to come in, continuing to gently brush her wings across him, humming a gentle tune to him.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and the Princess of the Night came in. Raising the shield, Luna tucked her head a bit through, allowing some entrance before the shield fell again. Luna cast her gaze towards her scaly nephew and walked towards the left side to brush her own head against his, increasing his comfort level.

His eyes then turned to her; again, begging the question why she was here and not Twilight and why both seemed a bit pensive. A soft glow came from Luna and a metallic blue crate manifested from her mane and pulled out in front of them.

“Did anyone notice or pay any mind?” Celestia asked her sister.

“Neigh,” she responded. “The chefs were kept quiet about this and were paid just like the others to stay silent until we settle his dilemma.”

Celestia nodded and turned to Spike.

“Now my son, the reason I allowed Twilight to leave because I did not want her to witness what will happen here.” She paused, seeing worry etch in his face. “Don’t worry about us, we have experienced it many times before and are immune to it, but I also ask that you try to settle yourself and try not to let your instincts kick in too quickly.”

He wanted to question but his mother and aunt where already in motion. Celestia raised a hoof over his mouth, earning a questioning look from him. Magic enveloped the tubes, gently and slowly being pulled from his mouth, as to not chock nor hurt him. Saliva lingered from the tubes and his mouth onto him, they were eventually all the way out and he began smacking his mouth at the disgusting taste of plastic and the dryness from his mouth.

His mouth was very dry and he felt himself dying of hunger and thirst, though one of them seemed to be not to far of the margin. He tried to speak but his mother shushes him.

“Relax my son. I know you have many question but I ask that you save that until after you are better, okay?” He nodded weakly still confused to his mother’s forearm hovering over his maw. It looked like she was trying to offer him something…

Luna’s magic pulled out a pure ‘Silver Moon’ blade from her mane and before he could question or even contemplate the blade, Luna quickly slit Celestia’s forearm leaving a perfect line of almost three inches. Celestia did not even flinch at the slice nor did she stir as blood began to seep from her wound. He quickly tried to voice his concern but she just as quickly pushed her bleeding forearm into his mouth to allow the blood to fall in.

Spike turned his head to and fro in disgust at his mother’s blood, causing him to try and get away from him.

“Son, please!” She begged. “I know that you may not want this, but this is for your own good. Your body needs blood in order for you to be well again.” He continued to move his mouth away, slowly smearing his mother’s red life across his face, making him look like a savage dragon. He moaned his disgust and began throwing his head away but Luna used her magic to hold his head, causing him to cry out at the force being applied to hold him. She then bound the rest of his body to ensure no more struggles but his dry, raspy voice moaned loudly, only heard within the shield. “Spike, we don’t want you to get hurt but please, take in a bit of my blood to help. Just a little bit so we can properly feed you!”

Spike tried to keep his mouth closed but the blood began to seep in between his teeth and land unto his tongue, slowly hitting all of his taste buds but triggering the one that needed to be touched. The instance it did, his eyes went wide and his body went still. Both alicorns cast each other a gaze before turning back to the dragon and watched as his mind explore this odd flavor that entered his taste buds. It was so odd, feeling the gentle trickle of blood onto his tongue, each and every drop sending waves of flavor and hot warmth to his body and mind. Almost without knowing it, he began to flicker his tongue against the dripping blood and smacking it on the roof of his mouth. Light flickers of his tongue would brush against his teeth and his mouth parted to gain a taste of the source.

A small hiss left her, his tongue almost stinging the wound. He quickly retreated his tongue and his eyes turned to his mother.

“It’s alright son, you wont hurt me much.” She assured him. “For now, your body must adjust to the intake of blood which your body required. After you feel comfortable with it, we will feed you properly.” His eyes then turned to Luna whom still held the container.

“This, my dear nephew, is the meal that you need. Worry not what’s inside, but for now, allow your body the nutrients it needs form her.” She then motioned for her sister. “It is better that she gave you her blood rather than normal pony blood. Alicorn blood carries magical effects to heal a body, more so, each alicorn can heal a variety of bodies in different ways; some good, some not so good.”

“Mine is a great example,” Celestia said to him. “Because my body orients with the sun, it burns others whom try to taste or touch it but not you.” That explained the warmth that was running through Spike’s body. Hot showers are his thing where the water that is near boiling point barely affects his body, normally would badly harm a pony, but was just a nice treat for him. When he got near lava pits and entered, he felt like he was a wonderful sauna and it made him feel so relaxed. Acid, one of Twilight’s odd ingredients that she carries in the castle for experiments, tend to leave him with an odd affect on his body, nothing harmful but it did daze him a bit.

Yet, his mother’s blood was something to behold. He began to lick once more, trying to enjoy the wonderful sensation that ran through his body. The taste was so unique, like a juicy ruby but without the effort of chewing. It was tangy and sweet, the fact that it was hot blood coming from his mother’s embodiment of the sun, made it all the merrier. It had gotten to the point however that his teeth began gently scrape across his mother’s arm; she immediately withdrew it, causing him to go blank in his mind at the missing arm and then something else entering his mouth.

Feeling the odd, textured and the tangy taste renter his mouth, minus the hot blood, he felt that he could sink his teeth in without the fear of hurting someone. His eyes caught a glimpse that Luna had pulled a mysterious object out of her container and quickly shoved it into his mouth. Not her arm, not his mother’s but it did have the texture of flesh and suddenly, he realized what he had in his mouth.

‘…’

‘…’

He refused to bite but with his sudden small feeding from his mother’s blood, it didn’t help that it was just a sample compared to the real thing. Yet, both his mother and aunt were giving him the permission, no… the absolute right to let instincts kick in and eat the meat before him. What kind of meat was it? What poor soul was forced into becoming his meal? Would he enjoy knowing that this was life from now on?

“Eat.” Came the simple response. It came from his mother, whom was begging for him to consume the flesh before him. He didn’t want to become the savage or feral dragon that many feared of him to someday be, and yet his mother was making sure that he be fed healthy food, something that would help live and grow. But he also realized that if he didn’t eat, there was a chance that he would die or… he might attack his friends and family and that is guilt he could never live with.

He brought his teeth down upon the flesh, tearing into it deeply, his mouth exploding with flavor and feeling, causing his mind to let go and before he knew it, he swallowed. His life had changed.

45 minutes pass by with both Princesses exiting out. All the ponies turned to them, wondering what they were doing. However, relief flood the room as both Princesses gave wonderful smiles.

“Good news everypony,” Happily exclaimed Luna. “we have managed to help Spike and he is now fully aware. He is still a bit weak but he is recovering for the better.”

Sighes and cheers of relieve swept through the room with everypony glad to hear their friend was alright.

“Now, I know that you all want to visit him but I ask only two at a time to not overwhelm him, so please be patient and give him his breathing room. My sister and I will head back to the castle to prepare a temporary room to recover in.”

Everypony nodded and slowly began to work their routine. As that happened, the princesses made their way out of the room, quickly followed by Twilight. Everyone was celebrating but it was Twilight’s watchful eyes that she saw the limp in Celestia’s stepping along with the occasional support of weight from Luna.

Walking towards the main hallway, Celestia stopped and turned to her student. Trying to muster a warm smile, she spoke to her.

“I know you wish to ask what happened in there, Twilight but for now, just go and enjoy Spike’s recovery.”

She would have nodded but her eyes followed to her limp leg which also carried a bit of red tint and matted fur. Celestia inwardly cursed at her former student’s keen eye when it comes to details.

“What happened that made you get like that?” she asked, pointing at her leg.

“I scrapped myself on accident on the bed, making my way out.” Came the fast, simple reply.

Twilight would have called her out on it but she felt that, maybe right now was not the best time to ask. However, there was that lingering thought.

“What did you give him to make him better?” she tried acquiring from them.

Luna spoke before her sister did.

“We gave him what he needed to survive, dear Twilight. I ask that what we told you remain between the lot of us until we give a proper introduction to Spike’s case to your friends. For now, go celebrate your brother’s return to health and we promise to tell you everything when we bring it to everypony.”

Twilight hated questions left unanswered but she knew that whatever it was, it taxed or was a somewhat costly affect on the Princesses, seeing their hidden emotions. Still, knowing her brother was going to get better put a warm smile on her face.

“Thank you,” she bowed to them. “I know you will answer but for now, thank you for saving my brother.”

Both princesses respected her bow with their own.

“We care for him to, Twilight.” Celestia said softly. “He is my son, first and foremost. You care for him as that of sibling, I care for him if he were my own flesh and blood. I would do anything for him, same for you and your friends. With all your deeds and ascensions across difficult matters, you are without a doubt the most important ponies alive.”

Twilight felt the warmth and praise from them, easing her earlier transgressions towards them. Bowing once more, she headed back inside where the others waited. A flash of blue and gold, both Princesses disappeared.

When both arrived at Celestia’s room, she half collapsed barely caught by Luna, using her body to keep her from falling.

“I’m fine Luna, I just… ‘phew’, didn’t realize he drained much out of me.”

After he finished his meal, Celestia allowed more blood to be drained from her body into his mouth. Like a vampire, he began sucking the blood from her arm, almost slurping it. Alicorn blood had a unique chemistry with ‘Dragon taste’ but because this was his first time, she allowed him to ‘drink’ from her blood. They didn’t take into account that his bloodlust overpowered his senses and began to gently nibble on his mother’s arm. Trying to desperately puller her arm, he held onto his mother’s arm, pulling and sucking her blood directly.

“He was almost vampiric, was he not?” somewhat mused Luna, helping her sister onto her bed.

“I didn’t… take into account that he actually would begin to bite me.” A soft glow came from her horn and the arm she used to feed Spike, began to turn red. A simple illusion spell had been placed on it and from it, revealed an almost completely red soaked leg with matted fur of her blood and his saliva. More so, there were few pieces of fur missing as the places he had begun to tear off.

She shuttered a bit before realizing she had been holding back a moan. It was an odd moan, both of pain… and pleasure. Her arousal had spiked(no pun intended) with her son’s mouth chewing and sucking. Not only that, but it did ease the fact that she wanted her son to chew on her, make her groan with pain, and then if he were to recover soon, would hopefully allow her to somewhat settle her arousal.

“Wow,” Luna managed to say, sniffing the air and realizing that her sister was also masking the scent of her sexual… need from her son’s biting.

“Your telling me,” she half moan, squirming as she began to heal her arm with her magic. Luna added hers, though her focus was somewhat hazy from her sister’s arousal filling the air.

“And we thought the ‘wet dreams’ of ponies make us moist but thou has managed to nearly soil thou self sister.” Luna accidently slipped back into old tongue with her mind a bit overflooded with her sister’s pheromones clogging her brain.

The were lost in a somewhat hazy lust filled mind, that Luna increased the magic of healing her sister’s arm but putting some pressure onto it, causing her sister to moan outload. “L-Luna, what are you d-oohhh!” Luna jumped onto her sister’s bed and began to nibble on her sister’s neck, making her squirm.

“Lu-Lu… please we must stop!” she gasped, her lust rising.

“Why?” half moaned Luna, trying to get a rise out of her sister.

A horrible thing to bring up but in order to deter her thoughts away from it, she used a great excuse to stop their lusty haze.

“First, I have no energy to spare tonight and I will pass out…”

“That hasn’t stopped me before,” Luna commented, continuing to bite her sister’s neck. “But I have to wright a letter to the dragon lands…” she paused just as Luna stopped and cast her eyes towards her sister. With a nod, she made it clear that she needed to do this. “I have to inform them that Spike has been been injured do to my negligence. I don’t want this to reach across Equestria and then the Dragon Lands before I have time to explain.”

Luna heard the seriousness in her sister’s voice and got off. Both were disappointed at the lost fun but Luna knew that in order for the peace that came between dragons and ponies, they must always be aware of any injury, sickness or death, to be notified right away. That went for both parties and yet, she has only received one letter from that end and that was a long time ago. She hoped that this one won’t cause trouble.

She pulled out a parchment from her draw and a quill from her desk, using her magic to begin her letter. She felt ashamed knowing that this one is going to be heartfilled but, she also knew it was necessary to take precautions. Oh she prayed to her mother that this wouldn’t end well.

Bringing the pen to the parchment, she filled the feathered pin with ink before starting her letter.

‘To Dragon Lord Talonus EmeraldFlame

I, Princess Celestia, have had a recent incident. In my countless eons of ruling over my lands, I have tried to be prepared for everything, tried to provide for everypony in my lands. Sorry, I tried to support Anyone… in my lands to suite their needs and live in peace and harmony.

It is… to my great shame however, that when I was to take in one of your own, that you had asked he be taken care of with the highest regard and treat him as if my own. I have done that, successfully throughout the years, him being almost two decades old and it being one of the most beloved dragon to ever graze these lands. He has friends, he has family and he has a mother. I nurtured him, I basked him with love and it… was not enough.

My biggest regret was not sending a letter to you about his first growth spurt that hit him awhile back nor the amount of surprise that not just I but his friends and family endured at his growth. It was this growth spurt that caused him to go down in… pain.”

Tears stained the parchment but she wrote around it.

“I… forgot to inform him and the others of the proper necessities for a dragon to grow. In my haste to make sure that he grew up to love and embrace the loved ones he has, my negligence has left me to cause my son… great and horrible pain.

Meat was the main source of his pain and he has neither touched nor tasted the blood of another animal. The annoyance of this was I had not told him earlier about his need for it to grow later on in life, nor the fact that every time I had a gryphon ambassador or an Elder from your lands here, I had always prepared meals with meat involved. I guess that… after so many years of him living with me, I treated him more pony than dragon, more son than anything else and that has left me in a regretful situation.

Worry not of your son’s condition now, for I had quickly dealt with it by feeding him a large piece of meat and… my own blood to help ease his pain and start the process of his body to begin the adaptation of being fed meat. As of this letter, he will begin to consume his nutrients of meat tomorrow and be focused on it solely on it for a week. In which case, I hope that he will be well enough to move on and understand his new need for the substances. He will also live here in the castle for awhile and fully understand the nature of what it means to be a dragon.

I hope that you do not place your anger on pony kind for this incident but place that on my shoulders. If you wish to voice your concerns, I would accept any and all punishments you place on me and deal with any other issues regarding Spike.

Sincerely, Princess Celestia Solaris of the Equestrian Monarchy.

A shaky sigh left her as she pointed the last dot before sealing the paper in her royal crest and a magic burn stamp to the side before using her magic to send it off. Unlike Spike’s fire, this one was almost dark green with traces of purple in it.

When it left she turned to Luna whom had been staring her, more worried about her then before. Luna looked at her sister, whom held more grace than any pony can ever accomplish, whom never carried a more saddening look of being heavily exhausted and beaten. Physically, her blood had replenished, and her wound already healed, but mentally, she was fatigue and emotions were screwed all over. She looked like a foal at this point and Luna knew there was not much as that could be done.

Spike would be resting up before staying at the castle until he fully recovered. Meanwhile, the sister’s had sent a letter to one of the dragon lords to inform them of the situation of Spike. Hopefully, they do not respond with ill tempers and malice.

She approached the bed and all but collapsed on it. She finally let loose her emotions that she has been hiding since the incident started and began to softly weep for her son. Luna moved closer, pulling her sister close where she lied her head on her neck and spread her wing to cover it. She didn’t need to say anything to her but she wanted her sister to be at ease.

She slowly nuzzled Celestia’s head, slowly giving soft and gentle stroke with her head, easing her sister. “Sleep, dear sister,” she spoke in such soft whispers. “Sleep and rest well. I will guide and care for your dreams. You will not sleep tonight in pain or sadness, I promise. Just rest and tomorrow will bring forth a new day.”

Celestia did her best to say something but her eyes grew heavy with the fatigue finally setting in. She fell into a gentle slumber, the last of her tears staining her cheek and her body settling into a steady rise and fall of her chest. Luna used her magic to finish lowering the sun and raised the moon. She didn’t move from her spot, nor did she want to. The day has taken its toll and her duties for the night have started; her sister being the first to dream walk.

Eons of doing it, Celestia woke up to her internal alarm clock and instinctively, raced her mind to her horn and used her magic to gently raise the sun. It was so odd knowing that the day never started unless you wanted it to, but it became a natural thing for her for more than a thousand years. Her body instantly rejuvenated at the shared bond with her celestial object. The sun rose on her command and it gave her the warmth and magic to start the day. Still early, she allowed its crawling ascend into the sky. The near eternal flame slowly warming up the world around, the feeling of absolute power and radiance, it never got old for her.

With the sun done, she roused from her bed and found weight on her body. Turning her head, she saw that Luna was lying in bed, her eyes beginning to grow heavy.

“Sleep dear sister…” she said softly. “You deserve the rest after you took care of…”

A flash of bright emerald fire erupted from her horn, causing both mares to jump. Caught off by the sudden use of her horn and the power behind the fire, Celestia felt dread run down her spine and Luna too, almost losing any hope of getting sleep.

The scroll was dark red and it carried a draconic eye as a seal. It felt heavy, even in her magic, it was heavier then most paper and Celestia knew that something was going to ruin her morning. Red scroll was meant that it was made by old dragon scales and magicked by flame to arrive safely through harsh flames.

Unrolling, it Celestia gave a silent plea and Luna watched her sister’s that began to fill with worry. Knowing that she was going to find out one way or another, she read it outloud.

‘To the Solar Diarchy and Rulers of Equestria,

I have received your message and I am most displeased… by one of our own being ill. I however, cannot fully fault your negligence in the young one’s upbringing. He has been raised by your kind all of his life and the fact that he has made it this far without staining serious or fatal injuries has kept me from storming your home and bringing him back. The same I can assure, that you would have done the same if the one under my care came to harm.

Nevertheless, I hope that with his recent predicament, that you properly explained to him and his family what he needs to properly eat to grow and prosper into a dragon. I too, take a small blame in not keeping up to date with the progress of Equestria and its happenings. I believe that our last letter involved with one another was years ago when you sent word that your sister, The Princess of the Stars and Moon, had returned and was reformed.

After that, I get snippets here and there of Equestria’s recent attacks, more so, your Guardians of Harmony have been making their names known all to the Dragon Lands, the Isles and even the Gates where I live. But none of that has touched me until I here that a young dragon has been within their ranks.

Normally, I wouldn’t mind if the young Spike has been along the ride of their adventures, but I cannot begin to understand how you have allowed one, as young as him, to travel your lands, knowing that he is facing dangers that would kill one as young as him. A neglect not only on your end but on your students’ as well. How many adversaries have they faced where it nearly cost him his life? I as well as a few Elder’s believe that it time to end this.

In three days from this letter, I am coming to Equestria and will be speaking to my son. Afterwards, I will decide whether he is to return home with me. His mother and sister all but miss him and I strongly believe that he must return home to us, to learn of his heritage and what it means to be more than just a dragon.

I expect my arrival to be met with a ‘pleasant’ welcome.

Lord Talonus EmberWing, Second Dragon Lord of the Draconic Empire.

The day after Spike had regained part of his health back, he was sent to a private room in Canterlot, where he was monitored not just by his friends but by nurses and even one of the Princesses depending on the time of day.

It was also the day after, in which Spike’s diet had changed and that the girls were to notice it. It came out as a surprise when a large salmon was brought into the room that was still steaming by a maid.

Immediately teleporting them out, Celestia had teleported them to her throne room where she was instantly bombarded with questions but quickly silenced them with a hoof.

“Before we start, know that anything and everything we give to Spike is needed in his diet to continue to grow and survive in dragon growth. His recent illness is do to the fact that he has not retained meat in his system since birth. I regret that I have not properly introduced to him earlier on…” She raised her hoof once more as the others began to rise again with questions. “And that I should have warned you about his growing appetite for meat. I know it must disturb you to know that Spike must eat meat to survive.”

Out of everyone whom wanted to speak but couldn’t fully comprehend the situation, it was actually FLuttershy that spoke first.
“Um… it dosen’t disturb me that much since I understood what had happened to him.”
Everypony turned to her with Rainbow Dash giving a giant, ‘Huh?”
She gave a small nod of her head before responding.
“I knew right after when he tried to go after one of my animal friends that I have seen that look before in many animals, especially predators. After hibernation, many of the predators go almost savage trying to find food to gain back the food they may have burned off during winter. If they can’t find food right away they do go a bit… angry.”

“Now… hold an’ apple pickin’ minute’, sugahcube,” spoke Applejack, “ya’ll tellin me that Spike there nearly gone crazy ‘cause he needs meat,” she shuttered at saying it. “And ya’ll knew it?”
Fluttershy gave a meek nod before responding back.
“As I said, after he nearly attacked, I understood. In fact, sometimes I have to feed Harry or the Otters fish where I hunt them myself.”

“Well, then that makes a bit sense but still… meat?” asked Starlight.
“Yes, she needs to do them for her animals but it is necessary for them to grow and live.” Twilight chimed in. “I too, didn’t fully see it until Celestia explained it but I understand. Owliscious is a predatory bird and he hunts and eats mice. Often enough, when a few got into my old library or I let him out to go hunt, I do find his… leavings here and there but I understand his need to feed. I’m just ashamed that I should have seen the same could have happened to Spike.”

“The fault is not yours Twilight.” Spoke Celestia. “It was my negligence in which I forgot that he was still a natural born predator with a needed diet of meat. I should have prepared for this but with all the things that have been going on the last couple of years with the rise and fall of many villains, empires including with how many times Equestria has nearly fallen to outside forces, I have forgotten my own son’s wellbeing.” She lowered her head a bit in shame, closing her eyes in sadness. “I also forgot how much Spike truly matters not just to me, but to you girls as well. He is the hero of The Crystal Empire, and a beloved creature in Ponyville.” She rose her head and gazed back to them. “And it is with a heavy heart that I had to report this back to the Dragon Lands.”

Everyone gave a look.

“Why the dragon lands, princess?” asked Starlight. “Is there someone over there that can help?”

Celestia shook her head.
“No, but they are coming here in three days to see Spike and hopefully, I can settle the situation with how we have been raising Spike for almost two decades now.”

“Settle what?” asked Twilight.
Celestia shook her head.
“For now, its just a small issue but I ask that when the day comes that Spike and our ‘guest’ arrive, that you allow me and them deal with Spike.” The door at the end of the hall opened revealed one of the castle maids coming through.

“Excuse me, Princess Celestia, Master Spike had finished his meal.”
A small nod was given and Celestia turned to the others.
“I also ask that when the day comes, you are more open to what Spike must go through as well as learn that some things… are even outside my control.”

“What do you mean?” asked Twilight, somewhat curious at her mentor’s words.
Giving her a small, almost sad smile, she spoke.
“I am a princess, I am a pony, I am flesh and bone like anypony her and I am prone to mistakes. I ask that when the time comes, don’t look at me as a goddess or a deity, but as another pony whom has done much in her life, but many mistakes that come with it. You all have done so much for me and Equestria, but not everything could be prevented. You are all with out a doubt the best Equestria has to offer, if not the world. I am just the one that guides pony kind, nothing more.” With that she walked towards the kitchen, leaving the other’s behind, confused by her words before following suite.

Spike was found on the table, with nothing to show he had a meal of any kind. It seemed to please him and the others knowing that he had a meal for beneficial health. Still the fact that his meal is… meat, he would have to find a way to get meals outside of his norm.

Approaching, Twilight gave a smile towards him and hugged her ‘little’ but-still-bigger-than-her, brother and that seemed to comfort him. Feeling his chest rumble with approval, she stepped back.
“Celestia has told us what happened and… we know how much your body needs it.” A small bit of fear and shame hit him but before he could voice it out, Twilight quickly brought up a hoof. “We know that this isn’t your fault, rather our neglect for not properly understanding dragon chemistry. And we are going to try and help you in way possible. The six mares behind him nodded with approval.

It was Pinkie that bounced in.
“Hey Spike, maybe we can find you a super-duper-special kind of cake for you to snack on or even make a different food on the menu in case we get more hungry dragons that come in!” She then gasped. “OR maybe we can make a party to invite any and all dragons to come and try out our food and maybe make Ponyville the number one food place for all creatures and more and…!” She was gently pushed away with magic, rambling on without anyone really stopping her. Starlight and Fluttershy came into view.

Spike suddenly felt guilty and looked towards Fluttershy.
“Uh… Fluttershy. I am so sorry for what I did to your animal friend and you. I had no idea that that would happen to me. I would never do anything to harm you.”

Fluttershy gave a gentle smile and nodded before using her wing to gently caress Spike’s head. Instantly, he melted and felt so much warmth radiating from her. “It’s alright Spike. I understand you didn’t mean it. I am afraid to say I was afraid but… after, I understood what was going, I felt scarred for you.” She still felt worry for him… even after he nearly attacked her. She was a great and amazing friend. “Though now that we get more details, maybe I can start offering fish from the ones I catch for Henry or my otters, if that might help.”
Starlight gave her a nod and turned to him.
“Fish has high mercury but not a lot of blood so maybe that might help ease you into this. Maybe we can even store several pounds of it in the freezer. I even thought that maybe we could pay a pony around the rivers and lakes to fish for your foods and bring them in. That way we can have it delivered.” She paused and turned to Twilight. “I’m surprised we haven’t done it with the recent additions to Ponyville and necomers of different species yet.” Twilight shrugged.

Spike felt better at that, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Still, just the fact that he would have to eat meat in front of his friends felt like it could cause a rift between them. “I won’t be able to eat with you guys, you know? Maybe I enjoy taste and smell but you probably won’t.”

Just about everyone shrugged or gave a soft nod.

“Oh darling, what is a bit of discomfort in your food to seeing you such poor health?” Answered Rarity. Her sweet melodic voice was as sweet as ever. Even after their mutual understanding that it may never work, it still warmed his heart that she will always be generous to any friends. “Besides, maybe we could use this opportunity to bring in some new customers like before.”

“Hey! That’s what I was saying!” Pinkie bounced back in. “We already had plenty of griffins, changelings, and a handful of dragons, what’s to say we couldn’t invite more! We could open restaurants with fish, despite me not personally liking it or having a remote taste in it dosent mean that others shouldn’t be allowed to have their fair share of different foods from different sources along withtreatsthaticouldsharewiththemand---” Once more, she trailed off with others smiling awkward for her but nonetheless, it made him happier despite everything that he had endured, he was still loved.

They all still cared for him. The growth within the last five years, height and weight size, the big and even bigger odd appetites, and even with the many adventures, problems and so on they had faced, he was still their loveable dragon. He knew that no matter what, he would always have them.

Author's Note

Nature vs Nurture. Whom is the deciding factor of what animal or beast becomes in the future? What is it that is brings it back to the forefront and establishes its tie to the world?

Sorry for distant uploading but i have to do my own added upgrades or input into each chapter before publishing.

III. Premonition

Premonition

Pain… so much pain. It boiled and turned, consuming the mind, the heart and the soul. So much of it on a single soul, it would be too much. Not only did it cause great stress, but it was enhanced by the anger, the sadness, and the unending agony of loss. These emotions themselves set fire of total torment to the bearer and it was washing over the world.

His eyes, green with rage, burned through the foundations of their homes. Caves, valleys, mountains and more were melted to molten magma by his fire that matched the sun. Untapped but almost limitless power gave him horrifying heat that turned stones to liquid.

Rows of teeth, bathed in the blood of those he has killed. They were of his kind or others, the unending hunger for revenge against those that took away from him. He withstood all pain sent to him but he pushed on like a force of nature, his abilities manifesting so quickly that they granted him high tolerance to injury.

So many have fallen, so many dead, either trying to get away or trying to fight back. Males and females alike sent to end him, neither making it back alive. He grew bigger, larger, becoming near indestructible and his body radiating heat so hot, he was a walking sun on land. The air burned with each breath he took, setting fire to the skies; the lands shook and caused lava plumes to explode from the ground with each large step. He was the end, the end of everything alive.

But, from the core of his heart, deep within his heart of hearts, lied a hatchling, one whom was lost in his pain. He cried for the ones that have died, the ones whom he loved and cared for. Their lives cut short by his own kind and their hatred for them. The unending pain that filled him was to strong for any soul to reach, even of that of his surviving family. The emotions ripped in and out of his heart with grieve, torment, agony, rage and so much more. Why? Why him? Why his little heart? Because his kind took away from him those he held dear to him, because his kind refused to see his life built by them. The friends and family… they were taken away from him forever and with them gone, his true power came. Deep within his own blood, the true power that has been buried had unleashed and it would sweep away the world in fire and pain. He was... Armageddon.

The world would end by his fire and his pain would be the end to everything.

“All Mother?” A voice peeked into the darkness.

Heavy eyelids slowly rose open and silver eyes turned down below to one of her children making their way to her. His small form was nothing to her but just like all dragons, he was her children that she cared for.

“Have you had another nightmare vision?” He asked, though it was a stupid question, seeing the ‘All Mother’ breathing heavily and with large tears down her eyes. Whatever it was, it was more than just a normal dream vision.

She tried to speak but gasps of sadness and pain didn’t give her the proper vocals to respond. It was just a vision to her but she could still vividly recall all the images, physical pain and how they responded to her. What would be the end of her kind and all others, is what she had seen.

“I-I-I saw… pain.” She responded with shaky breaths. More tears streamed down her large head. “So much… pain… an endless wave of agony. Terror and fear, guilt and rage all w-wrapped up in a single soul. So much of it on one soul… it should not be possible!” She gasped out, making her whole body shake, the echoes of those whom scream in fear or death all around. “But it consumes them… it consumes them to the point where he kills his own kind.” She turned to her child. “US! He kills us… he kills us because we… I believed we betrayed him, going after his family or loved ones… He kills us all then… he destroys all of life... the world itself ends.”

A chill of dread and fear ran down the spine of her child and she could see the horror in his face.

“B-But to have that much power?” he whispered out loud. “It-It’s not possible unless…”

“Unless he is a direct descendent of my blood and he is.” She finished. Her breathing had slowed down a bit but the sadness lingered. “He has Draco’s Blood in him and he does not know of it or, has yet to reach the point of using it.”

“… do you know who it is?” he asked, hoping to get some clear answers.

The ‘All Mother’ searched her visions for any clue to whom it belonged too but the haziness of fire and the uneasiness of pain didn’t help filter out the details of the dragon in question. Flashes of green, of purple and… was young. At least, young to the point where if he allowed that… level of power in… a normal young teen would die before he could use the full potential of ‘Draco’s Blood’ but this young drake… carried magic with him. Not just normal dragon magic but it was merged with other magic that allowed him to not only withstand the full power swing of ‘Draco’s Blood’ but he could increase its power on his own. It was nearly limitless. Purple… and green scales. Young… very young but he already has great power in him already. He will soon know that ‘Draco’s Blood’ runs in his veins but how he harnesses it, I-I don’t know if he looses control first or it manifests on its own. Either way, his downfall will be ours.”

“Should I rally the Advisors and Lords? I-If we can alert them…”

She shook her giant head, the visions and the worry already exhausting her beyond normal capacity.

“It won’t do any good. He is young… they would see him as a hatchling, nothing more. It would be to late to find him and… my visions… give us less than a year before the cataclysm unfolds.”

“All Mother, how do we stop him? We do not know the full extent of any of these visions other than it ends with him going to wipe us out.”

She closed her eyes, tears having stopped flowing but still retained their watery haze.

“I see that he comes to me before the event. He makes himself known, seeking answers and questions just like other hatchlings but his will be of intelligence to match the Lords and Elders. Perhaps prior to the event, we can speak to him and see what may hurt him in the future, even find a way to ease him if he experiences the lost before claw. If we can prevent the event by finding out whom his loved ones are, saving them or securing their fate, it may prevent the Armageddon that I foresee.”

“Should I sent out searches for him?”

She shook her head and turned to her drake.

“I don’t want anything to stir the visions, before claw. I need to know for sure that we have the right drake. My children are far and many but to find the exact one, we have to watch for the ones that come to me. I… I have to see them for myself and determine that he will be the one.”

There was a pause before the smaller drake looked towards the ‘All Mother’.
“What happens if we do save him?”

She closed her eyes once more and held them shut for a couple of seconds before slowing revealing her silver eyes back to him.
“His… destiny is uncertain but… with the power he holds, he could potentially create a global peace that expands just beyond dragons. Ponies, gryphons, and many others; he could bring dragons to a modern take and perhaps achieve world peace that has never been held before. Harmony beyond any historian’s reasoning or comprehension.” A smile grew on her. “If we can secure his future, then we can ensure an era of Enlightenment for eons to come. His heart, his heart of hearts could be the potential beginning of a world that has peace eternal.” The small tear fell down her cheek. “If he does, I could actually achieve ascension.”

The younger dragon gaped at her saying she would finally ‘ascend’ and considered that, despite his disinterest or even full dislike in other creatures or species, peace meant peace and if it pleased the ‘All Mother’, then he would make sure he would make peace with others. Regardless of his emotions for them.

“What is your will then?” he asked.

She turned to him.
“Be my look out for the young green and purple drake. Any that are younger than you, I believe, bring them here so I may look for ‘Draco’s Blood’ in his soul. I pray that we can have him evaluated soon.”

The younger drake bowed.
“It will be done, ‘All Mother’.”
She bowed her head to his, rubbing her giant head against his smaller form.
“Go, my child and bring me the peace the world desperately needs. Bring me the star to brighten our future.”

With a nod, he flew out of her large cave and headed out to seek the this mysterious green and purple drake.
The sun hit his eyes and he cast his gaze to the giant valley where hundreds of dragons flew and walked around in their daily life. It would be a difficult task but in order to ensure their future he would search for the young drake.
The red scales glistened in the sun and without another wasted minute, Garble the dragon flew off in search for this purple drake. He just hoped it didn’t belong to a certain purple and green dragon he knew of once along ago.

Author's Note

Sometimes nature sends us signs what is to come. Whether you chose to listen or not is up to us for to find out. Sometimes, it comes from the disasters that we encounter, or the dreaded silences that nature once grazed us with. Listen to your nature.

Now, i hope it is established that Dragon Lord's Consort and this one are two way different stories. That i will be using same verbs like 'Elder' Advisor' and so on but their definitions will change between the two. There are reasons for that and they will be explained in the later chapters.
This particular chapter was always meant to be featured when SPike went to the dragon lands but it fell too short so i had to expand a bit. It also featured extensions 'of Draco's eyes' for those whom remembered the previous stories.
Lastly, there will be a lot of names in here that are made up but those that are, will be my own names that i have entitled to and may only be used by my permission.
Explnation short: I plan to use these name in upcoming novels, so i don't need to see copies in other forms unless asked.