Prologue

Prologue

"What? No! The talisman seals were supposed to last longer! It has barely been twenty thousand years, and they are already nearly completely severed! The untamed draco maj will break free, and the whole world will be turned to ash. I can not let the world befall such a fate, not after what I did to save it!"

"I must force it back!"

"Nnnnnngggghhh!"

"What? Th-that can not be! I set you myself!"

"Do not attempt to defy your caster. I control you!"

"Fool."

"Who is there? Reveal yourself, whelp!"

"Dark magic is nearly untamable; that is something you dragons were never able to get through your thick skulls, not millennia ago, and not now."

"Do not defile my race's power as 'dark magic'! It is called 'draco maj'! It is the oldest, purest form of magic in existence. And I can *tame it!"*

"Perhaps, but when left unkept for too long, it, like anything else, grows malleable, and dirty, and corruptible to the will of others. Other's more powerful, more suitable to wield it . . . Like me."

"How do you know so much about draco maj? It's existence was kept from the knowledge of the rest of the world for thousands of years. The Equestrians vowed it!"

"The Equestrians are foals, ruled by two foalish princesses, but I intend on curing that."

"What are you—NO! The seal!"

"Is about to be broken. After so long, the world will see the true nature of the dragons."

"I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN!"

"I apologize, but you will not be having a chance to partake in the fun, King."

"How do you—?"

"Farewell."

"NO—!"

". . ."

"Now that that old bag of dragon scales is out of the way, I can claim my prize . . . There. Easy. I don't know what that contemptible beast was spewing on about."

"Speaking of him . . . I wonder where exactly I sent him . . . ?"