Chapter 3 A Chat with a Young Dragon and Book Horse.

Spike was looking out the window, thinking about what Avarith said. About his parents wanting him to live the life he wanted to live. While he was in deep thought, his claw was gently tapping against glass, leaving tiny little divots.

"Hvaët is the problem?" Avarith asked the wyrmling, aware of something bothering him. He could sit there speculating about the issue, but it was much quicker and simpler to just ask.(What is the problem?)

"Ach ono kenna iet Módir un Vidira?" (Did you know my mother and Father?) As Spike and Avarith were speaking, everyone who was listening stayed quiet for fear of what could happen. The words they spoke were filled with magic and radiating a truth that needed no confirmation from the Element of Honesty, Applejack..

"Ja, eka kenna onr Módir un Vidira. Onr Vidira ero celöbra un ai varden abr du skulblaka. Onr Módir ero ai nuanen evarina, älfrinn ero ai älfa dröttningu." (Yes, I knew you, Mother and Father. Your Father was honorable and a protector of the dragons. Your Mother was a beautiful star, she was an elf princess.) It was hard for him to explain as much as he could about Spike's parents within the ancient language, he leaned closer, touching his forehead to Spike’s.. "Eka otherúm eom ono thaët theirr dunei ono. Hvenaer ono are lost hórna eom onr eldunarí." (I swear to you that they love you. When you are lost, listen to your heart of hearts.)

"Elrun ono." Spike responded to the knight and gave him a hug. He pat Spike on the back a few times before Spike let go of the knight. He would've been surprised that his mother was an Elven Princess, but his adoptive mother was an alicorn princess, and his sister was a studious nerd about magic. So it wasn't surprising that he gained the ability to remain calm from Celestia while gaining his analytical thought process from Twilight.(Thank you.)

"Um. . . Sir, can you tell me more about the language that you and Spike just conversed in?" Twilight curiously asked the ball of mystery that is the soldier named Avarith.

"Well, my studious magic nerd, the language that we were speaking was so old that it lost its name and a few words. It is able to manipulate magic with a few spoken words while the speaker has no magic to use like me, but whatever you do never ever make a promise in the ancient language." He informed Twilight, but he said the last part in a way that scared not only Fluttershy but also Twilight.

"Wh. . . why is that?" Twilight managed to get out.

"Well, it is like a pinkie promise, but the repercussions are much, much more dire. No one knows what the repercussions are because they kept the promise. Always remember that promises in the ancient language are a double-edged sword that can not only kill them but you as well." His tone while providing Twilight the information that she wanted was cold, harsh, and serious, which showed that he wasn't joking in any way.

"O. . . kay, I'll keep that in mind then." Twilight responded while writing down what he said in black, but what he said about making promises in the ancient language in red ink with a note saying do not experiment with followed by at least ten red exclamation points. Even Pinkie Pie was freaked out by what the repercussions could be of breaking a promise made in the Ancient Language, she was muttering at a high speed that made it unintelligible but once she got to the idea that the repercussion is death her mane and tail deflated and darkened. She started rocking back and forth in her seat.

“But if you are bonded with a dragon through the perverted Gedwëy Ignasia or are a Dragon, then you can use it to cast spells and what not. All dragons restrict themselves to using the ancient ancient language because if they don't restrict themselves to the ancient language, they could unintentionally affect their surroundings by accident.” He calmly explained while making sure that Twilight could hear every word that he was saying clearly. He whispered something in another language, but all the ponies heard were hissing, and Ack sounded amidst normal sounds, making it very hard to understand what he said.

"Kos gluuskei hi saag tol ko vorey tinvok." (Be glad you said that in another language.) Spike immediately responded to what Avarith said. He drew out the s as if he was hissing.

"Oo nahlot goraan dovah, nust los gluuskei tol Zu'u dreh ni pentaar niin." (Silence young dragon, they are lucky that I do not punish them.) He snapped back at the youngling. He sighed and softly spoke once more. "Zu'u los krosis goraan gein, Zu'u fend ni lost snapped ahst hi nii los ni hin tozein. Nii wahl zey rahgron tol nust tolaak niist zinaal hahtaar." (I'm sorry, young one, I should not have snapped at you. It makes me angry that they twisted their honorable traditions.)

"Perverted Gedwëy Ignasia?" Rainbow Dash asked him curiously after a few minutes while the others were thinking

"Yes, originally the Gedwëy Ignasia was a way to mark a person as the dragon's significant other, it allowed them to share memories, emotions, thought, knowledge, the dragon's innate knowledge and ability to speak and use the Ancient Language, and if the dragon's significant other couldn't live as long as them their spirit would stay with them so they could pass to the other side together. But now the Gedwëy Ignasia bonds the dragon's very soul and their chosen one together so strongly that when one of them died, the other often went mad, and usually committed suicide, to join their bonded in death and not live on alone." When he informed them of the original intent of the dragon's scared ritual and the now bastardized version of it, all of them were shocked.

"That is horrible! Why would they twist such a tradition to such an extreme?" Rarity was practically shouting.

"Time, memory, and the Dragons themselves. Dragons have superb memories and can remember and recall anything, but it is only things that the dragon itself finds interesting or worthy to remember. Traditions are important, but after a while, tradition becomes boring, no longer important, and when something is no longer important, most of the important information is lost. And when the information is lost, you have to fill in the gaps with what you have." He gave Rarity an explanation.

He held his hand out with his pointer and middle finger extended like he was holding a playing card between them. "Water, Fire, Lightning, unite and flatten." It was weird for them besides the Princesses to watch as the fire, an orb of water, and lightning flickered into existence and then merged creating plasma, they watched as it flattened into the shape and size of a playing card. "This is way dragons limit themselves to the Ancient Language."

“Um. . . is that d. . . d. . . dangerous?” The butter yellow pegasus known as Fluttershy asked him while staring at the dangerous playing card in between his two fingers.

“Highly dangerous, Spike if you would please drop one of your scales onto the playing card, both of the Princesses are familiar with this element and since Celestia linked with the Sun this will not hurt her at all, while Princess Luna would be highly resistant to it because of her link to the Moon and stars. Now before you ask anymore questions, this playing card is made of plasma which makes up the sun which also means that it could be just as deadly as the sun itself where everything that gets close to it gets burned up to the point that not even ash is left behind. Although the power contained within this playing card is far, far weaker than the power that the sun holds.” As he was speaking Spike grabbed a loose scale that was hidden underneath his shirt and yanked it out with a wince from the pain, yeah the scale was loose but it was still somewhat connected to his nerves because how would dragons feel when someone touched their scales although surprisingly it doesn’t transmit pain very well. Mares watched as the young drake dropped the scale onto the plasma card and watched it morph into a teardrop shape as it fell through the card. It solidified by the time the tear drop shaped scale hit the floor, and it scorched the hardwood flooring.

"Avarith, dreh hi hiif zey both jormaar komiin?" Spike asked the man sitting across from him, the teardrop shaped scale gave him an idea as he picked it up. (Do you mind helping me with a design?)

"Sure, little one." Avarith responded to Spike’s question in the dragon language.

"Oh. . . . too bad there isn’t a way for me to be useful to my friends, I just know that my. . . shyness will be a hindrance to them." She asked him timidly. She wanted to be useful, but she wanted to avoid fighting as much as possible, considering she was the most peaceful one out of the group.

“I would do my best to help you become useful to your friends, but that will most likely have to wait for a while sadly because I will be busy retraining the royal guards. Also Twilight will not experiment with the Ancient Language, because not only are you manipulating magic but also the soul contained within it. I’ve seen people create monsters that laid waste to entire planets from experimenting with the Ancient Language. It was people like you just wanting to experiment and then slowly dissolve into madness while trying to find their limit. Some of those people were my friends, and I did not hesitate to put them down after the first two times it had happened. ” The first part of his speech was aimed at Fluttershy, and the rest was the warning that Twilight would receive, and if she did not heed it, it would be her fault. He just let Twilight be off in her own world because she was too busy thinking about all of the possibilities that had been opened up to her when she learned more about the Ancient Language.

"I wish there was a way for me to clear the sky so I can train more to become the best flyer and become a member of the Wonderbolts." Rainbow Dash was saddened, but at the same time, she was excited. She always wanted to be a part of the Wonderbolts, but her prideful personality made her a bit undesirable, but she was too prideful to believe that was true.

'Hell if the group Night Witches still exist, they would be able to give the Wonderbolts a run for their bits and probably even mop the floor with them. They are most likely still around waiting for their princess to return. They were the most patriotic soldiers of the Lunar Guard.' Avarith thought to himself. He actually liked that group mostly because they could get the job done.

"What are yah thinkin' about ther', Avary?" The farm pony by name of Apple Jack asked, she didn't really break his train of thought or pulled him out of a memory but merely gave him an opportunity to share what he was reminiscing about with the rest of them.

"I was just thinking about the Night Witches. They were an exceptional all female Cavalum and pegasus group that was the heart and spear of the Lunar Guards. Hell they were the best to the point that they could protect Luna when I wasn't there while also running missions and collecting information for the rest of the Lunar Guard to be honest the Night Witches were my favorite group. I miss hanging out with the captain of the group. She was fun, but the person I missed the most is my. . . . . wife.” Avarith turned the wooden wedding ring on his right hand and let out a despondent sigh, he remembered the one time she nursed his life threatening wounds while taking care of their son and two adopted daughters.

“You fool! Why can’t you give up on revenge? What they did happened a millennium ago.” He woke up and looked over to his wife. She looked as if she had been crying a river, but what scared her the most was the fact that she could lose her husband at any moment. She was covered in his blood from head to toe from the two weeks she was tending to his wounds while trying to stabilize him. “Please. . . please just. . . be there for your children more often and promise me, your wife, that you will give up on your revenge and that you will never succumb to your anger ever again. Promise me!” She was crying by the time she was done talking to him and it tore at his heart, he couldn’t help but feel immense guilt at how he had treated her ever since they got married.

“E. . .” He started coughing up blood and caused his wife even more worry, pain, and sadness, he didn’t mean for that to happen but he pushed on anyway taking in a painful breath of air. “Eka. . . malthinae on pömnuria Eldunarí eka weohnata keep thornessa ren until pömnuria last deyja breath,pömnuria nuanen wife.” (I. . . swear/promise on my heart of hearts that I will[ A force/effort of one's conscience] keep this oath until my last dying breath, my[formal] beautiful wife.) When he was speaking his voice sounded ancient, once his wife finished processing what he said she started crying again but this time it was out of happiness as she had a smile on her face.

“You fool, you didn’t have to do that.” She didn’t want to add another weight to his already immense burden that he had to carry on his back, she knew that he would try to take care of all of the problems by himself without any help.

“I kn. . .” He coughed up even more blood than last time and took in another ragged and deep breath.

“Save your strength, you dumbass.” She was worried beyond all reason and began rushing to treat his wounds and replace the bandages dressing his wounds.

“Let me finish, please, and then I will conserve my strength. If I didn’t promise you like that, then you would never know how serious I was about it, I. . . I love you deeply, and I don’t want to see you crying like that ever again.” He finished what he wanted to tell her and just focused on breathing and using his strength to heal faster.

“You idiot I’m your wife, I would have known how serious you were if you gave me a simple, ‘I promise you.’ But you are my sweet, caring, and handsome idiot. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.” She placed a hand on his cheek stroking her thumb across his forehead and kissed him on the lips as sleep overtook him.

"Hey! Snap out of it, we don't have time for you to reminisce, Avary!! Plus, we are almost back at the castle." Pinkie Pie had him shaking by his shoulders snapping him out of his trip down memory lane. She let go of him and was reprimanded by Twilight and Fluttershy for what she did.

Avarith opened a window and stuck his head out to yell at Pegasi, pulling the chariot. He managed to get a good look at the Princesses' new home in person. "I want you to land this thing in front of the entrance to the castle and dismount!"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!" The Pegasi retorted to his command and began their descent to land within the inner castle walls.

Twilight was going to ask the knight another question when suddenly they heard an echoing horn call, then heard a deeper response to the first call.

Author's Note

Sorry it took me this long to post this chapter, I've been working a twelve hour night shift for the past three weeks and my body has been running off of water, soda, sweets, banana nut muffin, and the occasional beef jerky. Basically I've been commiting a very slow and painful suicide via over work and not being able to get a proper meal. Anyways as usual let me know if you spot any mistakes or make suggestions if you think certain parts of the story could be done better, I suck at writing and I'll probably be too tired to make edits to the story. Sorry about the delay, I already have an Idea but I don't think it should be chapter four.

Uh... Sorry for the rant and you guys probably don't care about my problems, hopefully I can improve my writing.