This place is awful, the roads are dirty, they all live in uncouth caves, the sun roasts my beautiful scales and every dragon in sight wants to bed me, even the females, what’s with that?
I've heard that gold hoarders act like feral dragons for the most part, but come on, the extent of this is ridiculous. I have never wanted to return to Darkrise so much.
But I must be brave, Garble there told me that his son came a week ago with a baby dragon holding that same description, my mission is quite simple, make sure that the whelp isn't mistreated and return to Darkrise, simple enough right?
“I think he was supposed to be here,” Garble scratched his head, “Wait, I know how to find him.” He said, then turning toward a group of teens that were gawking at us from afar, and he yelled: “Garble, get your butt over here.”
A rather young version of the dragon I am walking with flew toward us, then crashed right in front of us, seriously why are all the drakes so idiotic when it comes to us dragonesses?
“Hello young lady,” He said in a deeper tone showing me his most revolting smile, and what’s with that stench? “How can I help?” never mind, it’s his breath.
“This is my son Garble,” married at such a young age? Maybe not married at all I’m guessing.
“Isn't your name is Garble?” I ask trying to feign interest.
“Yes, dragons of the same bloodline hold the same name,” Dear Magnus,1 this is the most ludicrous naming system ever.
“A pleasure,” I said, smiling suddenly became hard for some reason.
The son then took my hand and kissed it, “The pleasure is all mine.” Eww, there is slobber on my hand.
I pulled it off and shook the slob away, then gave him an awkward smile. I need to finish this quick or else, I might turn to my dark side.
“Take deep breath, focus on one thing then the next,” I hear Tinkerbell at my side telling me this, I sighed. I suppose I should give it a try, it couldn't get any worse than what I am already experiencing.
So I took a deep breath, inhale, then exhale, focus on one thing, the sun, inhale, it’s warmth on my scale, exhale, Garble saying something about a talking insect, inhale...wait.
“Buzz off,” He says in an aggressively while trying to swat Tinkerbell, and the poor guy barely evading before being hit to the ground, NOOO.
Garble then moved in to squish my fairy, I immediately used my magic and teleported Tinkerbell to my hand.
And every dragon started clapping and cheering, what’s wrong with this flight?2
“That was impressive,” father Garble tells me, “I thought those horns on arcane dragons are just for show.” He can’t be serious.
“Hey that was just like unicorn magic.” Garble son said.
“You know a unicorn?” My, that is pleasant surprise.
“Yes, it escaped just like that before I squashed it.” ….. Why am I not surprised by this?
“These guys are all crazy,” I hear Tinkerbell, “I’m going to hide in your pocket till we leave,” He then jumps into my pocket and shuts himself in. Well at least he’ll be safe for now.
I sighed again, I need to finish this quick or I may end up doing something I regret.
“Well let’s get down to business shall we?” I said in confidence, “I am looking for a purple whelp with green spikes, whose name is Spike, he escaped a while back from Darkrise and we think he might have joined your flight, do you know if he is here?”
“Spike? Yeah there is a dragon like that living here, but we snatched him from the pony princesses, so there is no way he could be from your city.”
Wow, that was easier than I thought it would, “Can I see him?” I asked shyly, now that I no longer have to stay here, my mood have improved a bit.
“Sure, he is over there.” He pointed toward a rock, and something in my head snapped, I felt IT.
An injury, someone was injured from the direction he pointed which is probably why my hoarding instinct is kicking in. I almost don’t want to go, but I forced myself to walk over there.
In his letter Starlight said that we need to confirm the well-being of that dragon, and if he is mistreated, we’ll negotiate for it.
“What’s wrong?” I look up to see Garble looking at me, “Did ya change your mind or something?”
“No coming,”
I could be overreacting, it could be a scrap; it could be nothing serious; there is no need for me to over think my instincts like this.
“Hey dweeb, get out of there, someone wants to see you.” Garble yelled behind the rock, and the young drake made his appearance.
For a moment there I could not comprehend what I was seeing, there were so many scrapes and bruises on his tiny body that he looked like someone out of torture, he had a broken arm, and a fracture rib. And from the looks of things he probably hadn't eaten anything in days.
My instincts were ablaze, I wanted to heal him; I needed to heal him. I am the hoarder of healed wounds, and he will be treated by me.
I approached him gently, “Come here little fellow,” my instincts are taking over my reality, for a moment there I forgot where I am. I squatted then extended my paw to him, “I won’t hurt you.”
He gulped, then walked toward me, I could smell he hasn't cleaned himself lately, I gently patted him on the head, “What’s your name little one?” I asked smiling.
He blushed the cutest shade of red I have seen on a baby dragon. But before he could speak, Garble kicked him right from under my paw, the baby dragon yelped as he landed a couple of feet away.
“When a dragoness ask you for your name you answer quickly, you got that?” he yelled at the baby.
I felt sick to my stomach, how could he? No, HOW DARE HE.
“That guy had been raised by ponies, could you believe that? They taught him no manners what-so-ever, so now I am pounding it in him what does it mean to be a dragon.” I glared at him, I could feel my own rage boiling hotter than the sun above, yet I froze.
“Dang girl, calm down,” Tinkerbell started buzzing around my face, “Don’t forget what we are here to do.”
“Did I just gave you the hots for me? I have that effect on the ladies.” Did that brute DARED to say that to me!!!
No, I will not negotiate with him, but I need to keep my cool, I need to do something about this situation and fast, I look at the baby dragon who is curled up in a ball silently sobbing.
“Dragons don’t cry you idiot.” Garble yelled while heading toward the baby dragon, my rage intensified.
And then he hit him again, “I’m sorry,” the baby cried, “I didn't mean to,” and he hit him again, “Garble please stop,” and again.
And I snapped. “Garble wait,”
How dare he sully my race’s good name with such acts of cruelty?!!
“A couple of friends and I are going to camp on the outskirts of the forest for the night.”
He will pay, mark my words, he will pay dearly for this.
“If you agree to bring Spike with you, I’m sure we can enjoy a night together.”
I will show him the true wrath of Darkrise, and by Starlight’s3 good name, I will MURDER HIM.
1. the dragon equivalent to Celestia
2. give them some slack girl, you are the first arcane dragon they ever seen.
3. the dragon equivalent to Twilight.