Author's Note

A/N This chapter takes place the same morning Spike asked out Gilda to dinner. Thought I'd clear that up. Tell me what you think?

Chapter 7

She woke feeling groggy, her head hurt to say the least. She sat up on her hooves, to feel, 'Carpet?' she thought then a door opened. Looking over to the door she saw a dragon, ducking to enter the door holding a plate of food. His scales scared, a dark purple and green, he had seen fighting in his days. Though of all the scars, the pierce mark where his heart was looked the deepest. A black blemish that looked like someone tried to slash out his heart with a blade. Also, she had barely missed it but his wings seemed to have bee cut off. Perhaps even ripped off.

With wide eyes the night before flashed in her mind and a hoof went to her face, her jaw perfectly fine, all teeth in tact and accounted for. She was confused, what happened last night? With an an answer his deep commanding voice he spoke, "Yes, everything that happened last night actually happened." Sitting the plate that had an omelette on it down on the table beside the bed he continued, "Your jaw, I healed it with a spell. For what I did, I have to apologize, I'm usually so much better composed."

Even more confusion came to her mind. Why would an attacker, a murderer at that, be apologizing? "I..uhh.." was all she got out before he cleared his throat.

"I see your confusion so I will introduce myself. My name is Storm, former Warlord of the Western Drakes." He said so with confidence and a bit of sorrow if you listened closely. "And you are?"

"Dry Shot." Her voice was light, a hint of southern drawl to it. Then her stomach growled, and she looked to the omelette that he had brought. "I..is that for me?" Storm slid it over to her and she took the fork in her green magical aura and she took a bite, delicious. As she was eating she had noticed she was clean, her lime coat and powdery blue mane was clean. She could have sworn there was blood and shes pretty sure she peed herself. Also, as she had swallowed, her hunger sated and she thought, 'He just said he was a warlord!!'

She opened her mouth to scream but was met with a mouth full off pillow, "None of that, it is rude to just scream in a public setting. Besides, I had all the time in the world while you were passed out to kill you, rape you, or brainwash you but no. For one while I am a very angry dragon, killing someone while they sleep is cowardly. Second, I am no rapist, if anyone disgust me the most and deserves to die, it is rapists. Also, brainwashing is no fun, besides, I don't even know how to do it."

"B..but why me? I'm just a barmare in a nowhere city in southern Equestria." she questioned.

"You have information, I need to know a few things mainly things that have happened recently." Looking to the window, he saw a family passing by. The mother a unicorn, and the father a pegasus, watching their son floated across the ground, he was learning to use magic. A small smile on appeared on his face, quickly replaced by a look of seriousness as he turned to Dry Shot . "I know what I did to you was really wrong, but look at it from my perspective. You are alone in a cell for nearly 500 years, most crimes weren't justified, but, I was a warlord after all." Using his claws to motion quotations around the word 'warlord' before continuing. "Though, a crime you never did in the first place places an even longer sentence on. Not only that, you find out you have a son that you never even knew existed. Don't get me wrong, I heard of this dragon and pony couple that had marked while I was in jail but I never thought breeding was a thing." He wanted to keep going but he felt a hoof on his arm.

"I..I'll help you with what you need. Though, I do have questions of my own for you. I would like you to answer my questions first, seeing as you kind of need it more." She was bluffing like a lot of the ponies in the tavern did, on the inside she was screaming.

"Sure, fine what do you want to know?" Storm knew she was bluffing, wasn't the first he'd ever met. he could see her hooves shaking and he knew if he wanted to go anywhere he had to play along.

"You put quotations on warlord, why?" she asked.

"I left the Lords royal family after the Dragon-Pony wars when the last battles took place. Torch found out I was a a spy for Equestria at a war meeting, my own assistant ratted me out. There was a huge fight, I broke Torch's horn and almost defeated him, I grew in the eyes of the people and even had fans. As I was escorted out of the capital, the more extremist fans I grew attacked the guards. So now instead of me being banished, I was now a wanted dragon for masterminding an attack on the royal family and Torch, my oh so loving brother, threw treason at me for me almost beating him. So I ran to Equestria, hoping that my lover would give shelter." He explained.

"Why betray the Dragons? Who was this lover?" She was growing ever more curious.

"My lover was the Princess herself." Dry shots eyes grew wide, she opened her mouth to ask for more, but was stopped by Storm closing if for her before he continued. "I did not want the Dragon lands in a war, but Torch couldn't keep his damn mouth shut at the peace talks and literally spit in Celestias face. One thing led to another and Torch killed a few guards and boom out comes a war. I sided with Torch only because he was my brother. Though in the night, or whenever I wasn't in some ridiculous battle killing when I should not have, I was forwarding the princess letters of our plans. After so long of all the spying the Princess wanted to meet me herself. We met at her older castle in the Everfree and she was shocked. We had met there many times and we eventually grew to admire each other. It was a really good stress reliever from all the battles, fighting and death. Enemies taking solace in each other to have a break from the blitz, sounds romantic. Then, I got exiled and convicted with treason. I came to her directly at her new castle in Canterlot, that was a horrible mistake on my part. I got to her to surprise her in her chambers. I told her what had happened, she couldn't do anything but hide me and then..."

He had gone silent a moment before he said, "A guard had come into her chambers to see us in a bit of a risque position. He cried rape and ran and even more guards had shown up. In the span of what I guess of 5 minutes I was chained and dragged to the dungeon. Celestia tried to talk but her guards would not listen and her counsel would not head her begging and by the next morning I had been in custody of the Dragon Lords army." His head was down, sorrow had filled his voice. "She had to sneak down to my cell the night before. A ruler having to sneak in their own house. She had told me that there was nothing she could do, she tried pleading with the counsel. I was to be traded for peace talks between the dragon and pony lands." He looked at Dry Shot to see her amazed, he with tears in his eyes. "She told me she loved me, and that she was pregnant. I couldn't believe it I was gonna miss my son being born, him living his life. I was gonna miss it all. Please help me see my son, please?"

He then felt her hug him, he couldn't help but hug back. It felt good to get it off his chest, finally. He cried for a while, all of his pain, all of his sorrow. "Yes, I will help you get to him. He lives in Ponyville, with Princess Sparkle, he is always by her side."

"Thank you." Was all he muttered as he pulled away. "Where is Ponyville? How will we get there?" His tears had faded, it seemed as if hope shown in his eyes.

"The train, I could find us a schedule and get the routes!" She smiled, she was determined to help. "I'll be right back!" She ran out the door, a mission in her mind.

He smiled as she had run, though when she left his smile left his face as he pulled a scroll out from his cloak that had been on the floor. Taking it to the small table on the other side of the room he sat and wrote.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I would like to say that I'm sorry that I took so long to contact you. I would like to see you again. I am going to Ponyville to look for our son. I would like it if you were their with me.

Sincerely yours,

Storm

P.S. If you speak to Dragon Lord Ember, tell I said thank you for freeing me.