//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: The adventures of Dread Wing the Kirin // by Vediccio //------------------------------// I hope that you will like what i've written, please leave some comments down below. also, i dont own My little pony friendship is magic, hasbro and lauren faust has that honour. most of the things that i've written down in this story is fictional, and comes fom my own mind, so please dont question it. *** This story starts in an town a long time ago, far, far away from little Ponyville. This town was, and still is, Stalliongrad. In this town lives the most curious creature yet presented in to world, a Kirin. Kirins are half-breeds between dragons and ponies, and most are very unique, since there are almost no kirin around. What makes this kirin special is that he is the spawn of a mighty, and ancient, dragon called Dark Flame, renowned for his mysterious purple flames, and Stalliongrads most successful scholar and expert when it comes to dragons, Fairy Tale the Unicorn. How these curious creatures met is an story for another time, right now this story is about their son, Dread Wing. The first two decades he stayed in his father’s lair, being tutored by his mother in the basics of school. When he turned twenty one, he wanted to explore the world, but his father wanted him to grow up a little more, but Dread Wings mother had other plans… She advised Dread Wing to start in an school in Stalliongrad as a first stop in exploring the world, since going to school might teach him a little more about the world he wants to explore. And so he followed his mother to Stalliongrad, but she stopped right outside the gates, said that she cannot enter. Dread Wing asked her many times why she couldn’t enter, and she just answered . So she gave him the directions to the Office of education, and from there search for an school that he could study at. The moment he entered Stalliongrad, he felt uneasy and quesy, maybe because everypony was looking at him. He thought that they were disgusted of the half-breed, but the truth was that they were amazed, enchanted even. The Mares and stallions were watching him all the way to the office of education, and when he entered, he felt the same aura as before. But in the OE, the aura was something different. Everypony looked up, wanting to find out of whom could the the one with this magical aura that just entered the OE. They all the spotted the most magnificent sight, one that has never been seen before. Dread Wing hated the attention of course, but he had to stand with it. After hours of trying to choose a university (he was twenty one after all), he finally found a university that he could enjoy. “The University of Archeology” sounded perfect for him. After a few weeks, plus an audition, he entered without many difficulties. He would study there for five years, and later study as an apprentice with an archeologist to spread his knowledge in the area. During those five years of studying, he accidentally bumped into somepony when he was deep in his books. This was the moment that would affect the future very much, but not in this story for a little while. As he apologized he noticed that the pony, or unicorn, that he bumped into was no other than the renowned Dr. Healing Potion, known for his knowledge of old healing magic and his mastery of alchemy. Dread Wing offered to buy Dr. Potion lunch to compensate for his foolishness. During the lunch, they discussed diverse topics, and soon they became friends. After a year Dr. Potion left to continue his journey, and this pressed Dread Wing to wanting to explore the world even more. When he graduated, he sought apprenticeship with an local archeologist. Dread Wing spent five years with the archeologist, and he left when the apprenticeship ended, and during the time he spent with the archeologist, he started to interest himself in minerals, especially jewels. He went back to the university to study more about minerals. After another five years, he sought apprenticeship with a miner. After three hard years, he finally earned two things. First, he completed his apprenticeship; he was now a master in the area. Second, he earned his cutie mark. Yes, you might find it strange that a half-breed could have a cutie mark, but he is half pony after all. The cutie mark is a book that symbolizes his thirst for knowledge, a mining pick(that lays across the book) that symbolizes his love for archeology and mining, plus an purple flame that serves as an background(because I can). He thought it strange to, you know, and he took it as a sign that he was finished with his studies, and he was ready to explore the world. He left Stalliongrad with an carriage full with his equipment, all from mineral books, mining picks and history books to tents and building equipment. He’s gotta excavate properly somehow! Dread Wing started his journey to the north, towards Germaney. A long the way he met many a passerby, camped with travelers, even vagabonds who shared stories of their youths and of their travels. He used his magic to survey the lands around him to locate minerals and jewels, but without much luck. On one faithful night, he met the most curious character. It was a pony that had mastered the craft called jewel crafting. He taught the basics to the “young” Dread Wing, who was, eager wouldn’t be enough to explain, to learn it all. After the lessons, they parted ways to continue their own journeys. After a week of traveling, Dread Wing finally reached Marelin in Germaney. Fortunately, he arrived at the yearly event called “Oktoberfest”, an event where ponies drink cider in the galleons! The event lasted from the middle of the day, all the way through midnight! During the evening, Dread met an old adventurer who told of his old adventures when he was an young stallion. Many of the older ponies discarded them as pass time stories told by an old drunk who couldn't even find his own tail, but these very stories inspired Dread Wing, believing that his exploration expedition could be more than just excavating and digging holes in the ground, it could be one of the epic adventures the old stallion told about. When morning dawned, Dread Wing woke up with the worst hangover of the century! Dread Wing moaned. At that very moment somepony bashed on the door. "I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE, HALF-BREED! COME OUT AND ACCOUNT FOR YOURSELF!", somepony yelled while bashing on the door. Dread Wing jumped out of the bed full of dread, fearing of what could have happened last night. he prayed, for his life, I might add. He opened the door, and there stood a large and angry stallion. "You dare flirt with my daughter when her coltfriend is right beside her?!" The large, intimidating stallion spat out quite loudly. "Don’t you know how to behave in civilized society, you savage?!" Dread Wing was very, very scared now. He didn’t remember anything from last night… Oh, NOW he remembers of what this stallion is talking about. Dread had a little too much cider, and he accidently flirted with somepony, but he didn’t think that it was this bad! And this large and angry pony just happened to the town mayor, Tankard Mane, and his daughter was the victim of his drunkenness. "Meet us in front of the tavern, and account for yourself! And if you don’t come out, we will make you come out!", the large and angry pony said angrily. Now Dread Wing was real scared. “us”? Was it just the father, daughter and her coltfriend, or was it much more serious? He looked out the window, and oh colt was it bad. He counted them up to ten ponies, excluding the daughter and her coltfriend, who was standing on the sidelines. Dread Wing thought to himself. The idea of getting into trouble because of such a small mistake didn’t really seem worth it. **** Ten minutes had passed, and Tankard Mane was more displeased than he already was. he ordered the other nine stallions. After a couple of seconds, somepony opened the window leading to the perverted half-breed’s room. Tankard Mane rushed up to the room, opening the letter. >>Dear sir, or madam, I apologize for the trouble that I have caused you and your daughter, and to compensate for the trouble I have left something in the bag in front of you that I think that you would appreciate this apology. Yours sincerely, Dread Wing. << Tankard Mane drew his look to the bag. He opened it and found to his surprise that the contents really were something he would appreciate. Jewels. Of many colours and shapes. A smile began to take shape on his mouth. This savage might have been rude, but he sure knew a lot of fancy words, and he certainly knew how to make an good apology. **** Dread Wing thought to himself. Fortunately he had strategically left his cart behind the tavern, close to the backdoor. Now, after this dramatic incident, he was ready to embark on his epic adventure, wherever it may take him, and he would have lots of stories to tell the foals when he becomes old and settles down. But that won’t happen in a long time, hopefully. And next time, drop down on the number of cider tankards upon the next festival.