Flyte

(A/N: Huh! I didn't really expect y'all to like this story so much! In the words of the sacred heavy; "MANY THANKS!")

I had a strange dream that night. I dreamt that I was in a dark place, I couldn't describe it if I tried. Hay I'm still gonna try, it was like the dead of the night, not a sound to be heard. Suddenly a voice boomed through the darkness.

Hello little one.

Now, on top of the fact that I was under a lot of emotional stress at the moment, I had to deal with a possible dangerous entity in my mind.

"WHAT THE BUCK?" I screamed trying to scrabble away. The dragon merely chuckled at the sight and continued.

I know, your asking yourself; why is there a dragon in my- wait a minute you know I'm in your dreams?!?

He asked, apparently he could also read my mind. I quickly got up from my place on the floor. "Well yeah, ponies have constantly tried getting in my head with telepathic spells. Something about me being a 'rare specimen'." I said grinning, happy to have caught the mammoth off guard.

Oh! And to answer your second question i'm not really surprised about seeing a dragon in my dreams." I said, this drew a look of bemusement from the dragon.

Well, there goes my element of surprise. Moving on to business I am your guardian.

He said clapping his front claws together. I decided to humor him, "oh? And where have you been all my life?"

Watching over you from the shadows. I've been sort of your guiding light, showing you an exit that you overlooked, making a bouncer stumble on his tux, that sort of thing.

Said the dragon, articulation with his mouth and claws. I however was not buying it.

"Give me one example." I said, crossing my hooves over my chest and eyeing him warily. He started rattling off a list.

Remember the first time your father came home in a drunken rage? I was the voice in the back of your head urging you to change the lock before he could come home.

"Hmm yeah, good thing I did that, otherwise I would be a bloodstain on the carpet." I said chuckling.

And that other time when you were running away from a bakery? I was the voice that shouted 'into the dumpster!'.

He continued. I still wasn't buying it. "I also distinctly remember the baker running back down the alleyway and whooping my flank." I said unamused, it had hurt BAD.

The dragon gave a nervous chuckle. Not my best advice, I admit.

He said, rising up on his back legs to rub the back of head with his front legs. In that instance, I saw how large he really was. Unable to hide my surprise I whistled. "Now how the hay are you hiding that hulking mass in my head?" I asked, craning my head to look up at him.

He sighed. Look kiddo, this is kinda getting off topic, the real reason I brought you here was to show you something. He said in obvious aggravation. I just shrugged, "lead the way." I said gesturing with my hooves, that last line got me interested.

Suddenly the whole view shifted, one minute I was looking up at the dragon, the next I was looking at a little filly holding a photo. I looked around, the dragon/guardian was nowhere in sight. I felt myself move behind the orange filly and I saw what she saw.

It was a picture of a griffon and Rainbow Dash, from the looks if it I guessed it was when they were still young. I saw the filly gingerly reach out and touch the griffon and whisper "hey mom." My jaw would have dropped then and there if I had a jaw.

I heard the dragon's baritone voice rumble.

You are not alone.

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I woke up with a shock, momentarily forgetting my surroundings before my ever loving mind kicked in. The sky had just turned a lighter shade of black, guessing by this sign I would say it was the pre-dawn hours. My mind was abuzz with activity. Suddenly, the wheels and cogs in my head began spinning and clanking. Now, I have to explain something. When one loses a loved one, then that pony will usually cling to the next best thing; their best friend. From the looks of it, RD looked like the Griffon's best friend and from the statement of the filly, I guessed that she had chosen to cling to RD after whatever happened to her mother.

I decided to pursue that development at another time, if there was a time that I needed Flyte it was now.

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Scootaloo sighed as she remembered her mother. She was still young when she had given birth. She remembered the way she laughed and the way she looked in the sunlight, like a goddess or princess/warrior of a long lost kingdom.

Little known fact: Ponies and Griffons are in fact able to interbreed since they both originate from the Sphinx. The genetic variation is next to nothing.

Largely known fact: A Griffon and Pony usually don't fall in love

Scootaloo sighed as she trotted over to the wall slowly sliding down and leaning back as she remembered her mother.

FLASHBACK

Scootaloo was still just a little newborn when her mother still took care of her. She remembered one summer's day when they were just lazing around in an abandoned warehouse that they called home. Gilda was busy lulling little Scootaloo to sleep. Gilda was we call a single mother. Scootaloo was what we call 'a one night stand gone wrong'. Needless to say Gilda had been left by Scootalo's biological father and it was Gilda's job to feed them both. It was easier for her to feed Scootaloo since she was a pony, ponies eat grass and greens so Scootaloo had been weaned off milk that Gilda had stolen from connivence stores until she could eat chewed up grass. Gilda however needed meat and that required hunting. So by the age of 17, Gilda had to become responsible enough to take care Scootaloo and herself. This meant putting Scoots to bed at a reasonable time, which was now.

As they sat there together mother and daughter, Gilda began to sing.

Scootaloo remembered the look on her mother's face as she sang. She remembered that her mother had sung an old Griffon's war song. Gilda's face contorted as she sang into a mask of grief and rage.

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Scootaloo swayed a little to the music playing in her head as she remembered her beautiful mother, nopony understood the pain she had been going through, nopony that is other than her own flesh and blood.

Scootaloo decided to pay a sort of homage to her mother. She went over to the trap door leading to the CMC clubhouse's roof. Once there she shrieked a bald eagle's call. Gilda had taught it to her when she was 5, her vocal cords were able to handle the frequency because of her parental lineage. Scootaloo stayed up on the roof for a while, shrieking into the night. Before she decided to go in, she heard an answering call, a dragon's forlorn call.

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I soared through the night air, doing flips and turns and rolls and corkscrews all in an effort to clear my mind. It was in vain as all I could feel was a sense of disgust and anger and sadness.

How can Rainbow Dash not notice her pain?!? It's so obvious!

I thought over and over to myself, suddenly I heard an eagle's call in the stretching dark it sounded to sad and so forlorn. I listened for a while, awe and inspiration growing inside of me. Finally when it died, I took a deep, deep breath willing my ribcage to expand until it felt like I was bursting.

I roared into the empty night and in that roar I carried a single message.

You are not alone.

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And in the night sky, two kindred spirits called

Agony felt through the years surging through them all

And as the two screamed their pain through the air,

A bond forged of kinship was beheld then and there

For through strife, through, burden, through pain, through grief,

Two misfit spirits found a little reprieve