Six young fillies sat around the campfire. They were deep in the Everfree Forest. Their eyes all focused on the figure across the campfire. Through the flames the could see a dark silhouette. It was difficult to make out details, but they could tell it was a dragon. An old dragon. He lifted his tired head and looked over the young six that sat around his fire.
“Would you like to hear a story,” He asked with a weary voice, “Of course you would. Every young filly likes a good story. Especially one told around a campfire, and in the company of friends.”
The six fillies could barely contain their collective excitement. They all shook and moved about cheering the dragon to tell his story. It took a few moments to calm them enough to get his old voice heard. He could not project like he used to. As the fillies settled into comfortable positions, the dragon leaned into the fires light. The glare danced across his scales as he focused his eyes. The smoke filled the air as a strange light flashed in it. It seemed to move and flicker to the sound of his voice.
“Now listen close,” He started, “Every word from here on is true. Everything that I am about to tell you actually happened. No lies, all truth. This is a story of magic, of action, of peril. Maybe even a little romance for you mushy types. And it all started with a princess and a dragon.”