Chapter 02
Leviathan
Chapter 02: Dreams of War
For what felt like the hundredth time, Spike forced his eyelids open and once more tried to read the text before him. Fighting through the boredom that threatened to drag him once more into the realm of sleep, the diminutive dragon doggedly persisted.
Dragons: An Explanation
Foreword
This book is an introductory guide to the tremendous beasts known as dragons and will attempt to expound upon the varying types encountered over the millennium.
Approximately seventy percent of all known dragons are no more than primal animals with theories approximating that their brains are smaller than that of even the dimmest Pony. The remaining thirty percent are the magic wielders and their intelligence can only be guessed at.
Disgusted, Spike flipped past the foreword without finishing it and gazed at the pages in boredom as they flipped past.
Pausing as a page caught his attention, Spike's clawed hand shot out and neatly slipped between the pages so the place was preserved. Wincing at the sound of ripping paper, he nervously opened the book before sighing in relief.
The rips had been at the top of the page, above the chapter title. But his attention was rapidly diverted by the title of the chapter.
The Last Draconian War
Frowning and eying the book with distrust, he glanced around as if expecting one of Twilight's friends to pop out and say it was a joke.
"Wait, they're all in Canterlot dealing with the aftermath of Discord" Spike stated, a hint of hurt entering his voice and turning the statement into more of an annoyed mutter.
Quickly shaking himself out of the grim mood and returning his attention to the page, a smile grew on his face as he read the first line.
Pictures provided as a warning to those seeking to aggravate Dragon-Kind.
Squirming on the wooden chair until he was only slightly uncomfortable, he leaned forward after blowing on the page to banish any dust. And he began to read of a time long dead.
The Last Draconian War occurred nearly twelve hundred years before the return of Princess Luna and it has been mostly forgotten by Pony-Kind. More out of necessity than anything else.
The death tolls on both sides were catastrophic and to this day, exact numbers are impossible to estimate due to the ferocity of the conflict. Retrieving the remains of Ponies was rendered impossible due to the fire breath exhibited by most dragons.
Often, only charred and shattered bones marked where Ponies had once lived, loved and breathed.
The war began on Hearth's Warming Eve when a group of valiant Ponies slew a dragon who had been menacing outlying villages.
At that, Spike stopped and gave the book a critical look.
"The bias here is really subtle" he muttered before returning to the book with a newfound promise to take it with a grain of salt.
The retaliation for the justified self-defense was swift and horrific. A thousand dragons emerged from the Burning Wasteland and under the cover of night, they laid siege to the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters.
The horrific Red Dragons bombarded the city from afar with rivers of fire, melting stone and turning Ponies to ash.
The demonic Blue Dragons cut down any who tried to escape or fight by air until it seemed to rain blood over the capital.
The serpentine Green Dragons emerged from the rivers and lakes and with their mastery over water, drowned countless brave ponies.
The monsters of the earth, the Black Dragons smashed through walls and towers with the greatest of ease, crushing ponies under-foot and swallowing some whole.
And the terrible White Dragons deployed powers considered too barbaric for any pony to contemplate. Of them all, the White's were perhaps the cruelest and took pleasure in annihilating any unicorn that dared to resist.
In the space of a night, over two thousand ponies had been slain and the Draconic menace had gained a massive foothold in Equestria.
Spike knew he should have felt disgusted with his kin, the way they had so callously attacked unprepared ponies. He knew that he should have been horrified at the sheer scale of life lost but as he read between the lines, Spike found himself conflicted.
On one hand, they killed over two thousand ponies in the space of twelve hours. But the ponies who...killed the first dragon must have known that their actions could have set in motion a war.
Taking a deep breath to settle his tumultuous emotions, Spike continued to read.
All ponies knew that they could never hope to bring low a dragon in their own. But by working together and being in harmony with one another, they devised ways to defend themselves.
Weapons of war that have been long since dismantled were fielded and reaped a terrible swathe across the Dragon flights.
Massive ballistae that took twenty stallions to move were the first of the fearsome weapons. Capable of crippling a dragon with an indirect hit, a single bolt was capable of slaying a dragon.
And the United Pony Army had dozens of these ballistae and crews trained in their use.
Weaponized storms were unleashed upon the flights. Even the Blue Dragons who had an affinity for the air found themselves buffeted and thrown around like the smallest toys of a child. Lightning bolts shredded wings and blasted massive holes into the other dragons.
The war continued for nearly a year and by the end of it, over three hundred thousand ponies had died in defence of Equestria whilst a thousand dragons had been extinguished by the power of harmony.
As to the final days of the war...only a few scattered fragments remain. What is known is that during the last days, both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna had been forced to enter the fray directly.
One particular fragment from the diary of a soldier mentions a 'massive beast, with wings that withstood the fiercest of storms and scales that didn't even bend under the most ardent of ballista fire'.
No other records remain and this particular fragment has been proven false due to the lack of any body and denial from Princess Celestia whilst Princess Luna has remained silent on the matter.
Leaning back, Spike ran a clawed hand down his face and let out a sigh as he considered the words now rampaging through his mind.
"Three hundred thousand ponies..." he whispered, his mind unable to process such an enormous loss of life. Having grown up surrounded by ponies, his mind was easily capable of transplanting any of the ponies he knew into such a horrific time.
Feeling ill, Spike glared at the book and pushed it away from the edge of the table until it was almost beyond his reach.
Turning and dropping off the chair, the small wyrm made his way over to the kitchen, hoping that a few gems would distract him so he would be able to sleep.
Pulling a few from his secret stash and wolfing them down, Spike found himself eying the metal fixtures hungrily.
Shaking himself and forcibly dragging his gaze away from the suddenly tempting appliances, Spike stomped out into the main room of the library.
What's going on with me? First I decide to read up on dragons, now I'm eying the fridge and sink as if they were rubies. Must be late.
Glancing at the clock, Spike groaned as he saw that it was well into the morning.
"Oh come on, it can't be two in the morning! Pinkie, this isn't funny!" Spike groused before glaring around suspiciously as if expecting the pink party pony to appear in a burst of confetti.
Seeing no flash of pink to justify his outburst, Spike sighed before making his way up the stairs and into Twilight's room. Stumbling over to his basket, he frowned at it.
"Weird. Light's making it look smaller" he mused aloud before crawling into it, sinking into the plush cushion that lined it. Forcibly keeping any thoughts of long-past wars from his mind, Spike drifted off to sleep.
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Thump...
Thump thump...
Thump thump...thump thump...thump thump...
Spike opened his eyes to try and find the sound that was disrupting his slumber, only to gawk in shock and horror at the tableau before him.
A massive valley was spread before him, filled to the brim with ponies and rivers of fire. The stench that wafted up from the battle-field made him nauseous but at the same time, he couldn't help but exult in it.
It reeked of burnt hair, charred meat and a thick, chemical smell that he could not place, nor did he want to place it.
Wait...exult? It's awful! Spike thought to himself and only then did he notice that he wasn't his usual purple self but massive and deep crimson, the scales cast into a hellish glow by the fires from below.
"Has our Lord awoken yet?"
Spike was torn from his inner monologue by a new voice, melodious and amused.
"You know he has not, Scaleheart" Spike replied, though the words were not his own.
And that was when Spike understood. He was experiencing the memories of the red dragon but he was not the red itself.
"By the time he awakens, there will be no ponies left" Scaleheart retorted, her blue wings slicing through the air with the tips of her wings lightly touching the wing-tips of the red below her with each downward stroke.
"I see you have yet to dispose of your arrogance. Dozens of our kin have been slain by those vermin who scurry beneath us."
Scaleheart swept her gaze imperiously across the ant-size rabble below her and allowed a laugh to escape her.
"If I did not know you better Starfury, I would say you were afraid."
"Were you under my command, I would incinerate you for that slight" Starfury growled.
"So you say. Is it time?"
"It is. The same as last time. Let us teach their miserable wretches why they will always fear us."
Scaleheart peeled off to the right and dove, slicing through the air like a knife and to any watching, she would resemble nothing but a blue streak in the air. Following the curve of the valley and flying mere meters above the ponies, a scream of triumph exploded from her throat.
Starfury followed her, not as fast or nimble but making up for that with the heat of his fire. Guzzling air as he followed in her wake until the flame chambers of his chest were beginning to ache, he leveled out just as she had done before allowing the blue-white flames to roar from his mouth and to be sucked into Scaleheart's wake.
Hundreds of ponies shrieked as a tsunami of fire swept over them before they were incinerated, the fire moving fast enough to outstrip its own heat whilst other ponies were thrown back by the sudden blitzkrieg.
Swooping out of the valley and regrouping with Scaleheart above, both watched as more teams swept down, dividing the pony army so the Black Dragons could crush each pocket faster and with greater ease.
Spike found himself speechless, stunned by the brutal horror of the scene, but also by the beauty. Something within him resonated with the assault, something deep within him wanted to join in. To roast the ponies and revel in their horror.
Closing his eyes, Spike fought back the urge and didn't even notice as all sound vanished.
Opening his eyes, Spike was struck dumb by the enormous eye that stared at him. It was massive and filled with curious amusement.
"That...is one big eye. Must be bigger than Ponyville."
"You show promise, small one."
A very large part of Spike's brain began to gibber in terror at the sheer thought of how big a mouth this eye must possess.
"Perhaps you will be the fifth. Or perhaps you will die. It matters not. But if you wish to live, then take heed. Be patient, for all rock crumbles. Be calm, for all stars die. And be intelligent, for the stupid die."
Slowly, the massive eye was obscured by the descending eye-lid.
Feeling an itch begin on his back, Spike attempted to reach it and scratch it. But he found that as hard as he scratched, the itch only grew worse and within mere seconds had changed from a light itch to a burning pain that seemed to consume him.
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Eyes full of pity and grief watched the six Elements of Harmony trudge into the throne room, each coated in varying amounts of dust, soot and blood. Even the normally fastidious Rarity was coated with such a melange of filth yet the one thing that remained constant with all of them was the look in their eyes.
A dead look.
Celestia had seen the look countless times. From soldiers who had seen battle for the first time or children who had just found out their parents had died. The look spoke of horror that they couldn't reconcile with their own reality and to protect themselves, they had shut down.
Sister, art thou sure they should be in attendance? This meeting will be difficult enough without trying to spare them.
Releasing the Elements from her sorrowful gaze, Celestia turned to gaze at Luna.
I do not want them here, but they must be here. The Elements of Harmony are our greatest trump card should war break out and they must know what they are fighting to prevent.
Luna frowned minutely at her sister before settling back into the pile of cushions that she had requested, each of them pitch black and stuffed full of the finest down.
"Ma'am, are you sure they should be here?"
Celestia swung her gaze from Luna to the three commanders that were in attendance, her attention easily drifting past the varying nobles.
"Commander Farsight, these six ponies are the brightest stars of this generation. They returned my sister to me and sealed Discord away once more. They have earned the right to be in attendance" Celestia stated, tone cool as she remonstrated the Pegasus that had spoken.
Commander Farsight of the Airborne Battalion, Commander Stoneheart of the Ground Sweepers and Commander Sunsong of the Applied Magical Assault Force.
Celestia eyed them all and was reminded that none of them had ever seen battle beyond minor skirmishes with Griffins and the occasional peace-keeping mission to Zebronica.
Commander Farsight ducked his head in apology before trotting over to the six ponies. Bending his fore-legs, he swept his wings around so they almost formed a circle with the wing-tips almost touching.
"I apologize for my rudeness, Element Bearers."
"It's...it's fine" Twilight replied, still somewhat shell-shocked by her time spent in the now-annihilated Transient Quarter. "To be honest, I think all of us would rather be back home with our loved ones."
"A fair sentiment, Miss Sparkle" Commander Sunsong replied, her mismatched eyes solemn. "I think that by the time this is over, we will all want that."
Nodding, Celestia turned to the six ponies and smiled gently.
"Please, have a seat and we will get this meeting underway."
As one, the six ponies made their way over to the large oval table and sat, resting gratefully on the cushions that had been set down.
"Luna, could you bring up a map of the planet?" Celestia inquired, speaking aloud for the benefit of the others in the room.
Closing her eyes, Luna opened her empathic link with the moon and gazed down upon Equis. With the moon just rising over Equestria, she had a perfect view of the country and its borders. Closing the link and willing the image to become manifest, Luna opened her eyes and saw a translucent globe had formed in the middle of the table.
Equestria was prominently located on the equator of the planet but it was surrounded on all sides by swirls of smoke interspersed with flashes of red and streaks of lightning.
"This is a current image of Equis. You can all see Equestria here. Everything else is the Burning Wasteland."
"Pardon the interruption Princess Celestia, but what is the Burning Wasteland?" Rarity inquired, her horn glowing as she quickly shed the dust and dried blood from her coat.
Nodding at the purple-maned mare, Celestia launched into an explanation.
"The Burning Wasteland used to cover the entirety of Equestria. Then when Luna and I were born, we managed to carve out the Equestrian Empire. This was called the War of Smoke for we had to force the dragons back. We then raised the mountains that ring Equestria to keep the smoke out. But the effort left us exhausted so we fell into a deep sleep. And as you know, it was during this time that the first three Pony empires rose."
"Commander Farsight, what have your scouts reported?"
Leaping up onto the table and making his way over to the globe, he gestured to the mountainous border with his wing-tip.
"Our scouts report that all the abandoned eyrie's have been reclaimed and all five dragon breeds have been spotted patrolling the border. The three scouts that we dispatched into the Burning Wasteland have not returned as it stands, we have listed them as Killed in Action."
"K-killed?" Fluttershy squeaked, the horror of the statement temporarily overcoming her own shy nature. "M-maybe they just got...um...lost? Or tired?"
Celestia winced as Fluttershy spoke but she shook her head. This was perhaps the most violent act she had to perform during peace-time.
Shattering the illusions that peaceful ponies lived with.
"Fluttershy, you need to understand something about dragons. They aren't nice or merciful. The Burning Wasteland is filled with volcanoes and blasted plains, oceans of lava that seethe constantly. They have been raised since hatching to value strength over kindness, pride over mercy and hatred instead of compassion."
Fluttershy whimpered and huddled down into her cushion as her shyness resurfaced.
Applejack watched Fluttershy seemingly shrink in upon herself as the attention turned upon her.
"Can war be avoided?" Applejack asked, injecting more than her usual amount of brashness so as to spare Fluttershy the attention of the room. "If they want apples then Big Mac and I would do our best to fill any order."
Celestia smiled warmly at Applejack and nodded.
"That is a truly generous gesture, Applejack. For now, you should all go retire to your rooms. It has been a very long day. Tomorrow the train will take you home and I will keep you apprised of any developments."
Strangely, it was Pinkie Pie who seemed the most somber of them all as they rose from the now-dirty cushions and made their way back to the chambers that had been set aside.
Its been twelve hundred years since the Pie clan fought in the wars. We were the best engineers of them all. And we were all exiled after the war for fear that we would spread the fascination with weaponry.
Every child born into the Pie clan was taught the history of the once-great family, how they had crafted weapons to help bring low the winged menace. And every child born was taught the basics of engineering so that if the time came, the entire family could step forward.
And Pinkie had been a prodigy at engineering and chemistry though she had lacked the drive to innovate.
Giggling quietly to herself and ignoring the slightly disturbed looks shot her way, Pinkie continued to muse.
And to think, we only became the Pie clan after we were exiled. I wonder if the Princess even remembers our original surnames?
Rainbow Dash was quiet as she trotted down the hallway, bereft of her usual exuberance or zest for life. The hours they had spent in the Transient Quarter had been exceedingly rough on her. Carting the injured and the screaming from the scene to the hospitals had left her hooves caked with blood and only a quick stop at the fountain had allowed her to clean them.
Twilight Sparkle nodded to the others before slipping into her room, followed by Rarity who had opted to bunk with the fellow unicorn.
"You felt it, didn't you?" Twilight whispered, glancing at Rarity as she made her way over to the small fridge. Opening it with a telekinetic shove and withdrawing an unmarked bottle, Twilight popped the cap and began to chug the ice-cold liquid.
"Of course I did, Twilight" Rarity shot back before she seemed to deflate. "I apologize, Twilight. Today was just...beyond words."
Having drained the bottle of the liquid and having regained some of her vigor, Twilight levitated a bottle over to Rarity and gave the unicorn a nod.
Hesitant but trusting her friend, Rarity popped the top and took a quick mouthful. Swallowing it slowly, she eyed Twilight.
"Isn't this the Apple Family Reserve?" she asked, taking another mouthful.
"After today Rarity, I think its just the thing. The others have it in their rooms too, though I wonder how..."
"NO WAY!"
"Indeed. Seems Rainbow Dash just discovered it. Should we tell her that its non-alcoholic?"
Twilight laughed and clambered into the bed that seemed to be calling to her.
"Maybe in the morning if she looks ill."
With an unladylike snort of laughter, Rarity trotted over to her own bed and clambered in.
Sleep though, was a long time coming.
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Princess Celestia sighed as the six ponies exited before turning back the assembled nobels and military chiefs.
"If you would all leave us, I must speak with my sister alone" she stated though the way her gaze swept across every pony present left no doubt that it was in fact an order merely couched in niceties.
"Commanders Stoneheart, Sunsong and Farsight, please remain" she stated as she caught sight of them beginning to rise. Were the situation less dire than what it was about to be, Celestia would have laughed at the looks of panic they each sported.
Closing the door telekinetically before glancing to Luna, Celestia seemed to deflate as her sister sealed the room before she mustered the energy to look at each of them.
"What do you know about the Moonshift Contingency?"
Both Stoneheart and Farsight glanced at Sunsong who shook her head.
"Good. If any of you had known about it then it would have indicated a loss of memory on my part or on Luna's."
Each of the commanders looked to one another, confused by the seemingly bizarre logic the Princess was using.
"What do you know about the Last Draconian War? Specifically the sixth dragon breed?"
At that, Farsight coughed before speaking.
"Well, I don't know much. Just what I've heard passed down from my mother and father who were told by their parents. They were called Leviathans and according to rumor, it took both of you at the height of your powers to kill one."
Luna winced at the memory and allowed it to consume her, if only to speed the meeting along.
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Luna didn't even have time to swear as she dodged a pillar of fire that made the air itself scream in agony as the devouring conflagration hammered into the mountain, boring a hole into the stone.
"You better hurry up, Lesty" she murmured, every breath sending a new lace of agony shooting through her as she inhaled the superheated air.
Teleporting away just as a claw came scything down upon her, Luna let out a breath of relief which quickly changed to a silent scream as the armored tail crunched into her side, shattering the armor that had protected her from the worst of the fight so far.
Rocketing down towards the glassy mountain side, Luna closed her eyes and triggered a blind teleport, no destination in mind except the need to be away.
Vanishing a mere second before impacting the shining slope, Luna reappeared almost a kilometer away and took the time to survey the battle-field whilst her magic began to automatically heal her.
Tens of thousands of ponies lay dead or melted on the blasted plain below, steel turned to liquid and bones incinerated by the power of the Leviathan.
Turning her gaze upon the juggernaut, Luna was momentarily glad that at least she and Celestia had entered the battle with a plan. Panting harshly in an attempt to savor the cool, sweet air as she enjoyed the small reprieve, Luna glanced upwards and caught sight of Celestia. Cocooned in sunlight harsh enough to blind any normal pony, it nevertheless made Luna's eyes ache and water so she quickly turned her attention back to the behemoth.
"Well buck me..." she muttered, watching the Leviathan begin to flap its wings, each downbeat producing a thunderclap. Grey scales made it difficult to notice in the billowing smoke and had Luna not possessed the eyesight that made Alicorns so fearsome, she would have lost sight of it.
Breathing once more to see how her cracked ribs were, she nodded before rocketing forward as power built within her horn.
When she was no more than three hundred meters away from the great monster, a spear of moonlight exploded from her horn and punched through the air and for a moment, Luna felt hope flutter in her chest.
The small ember of hope was snuffed out a micro-second later as the dragon rolled lazily in the air and absorbed the magical strike on its chest with the scales only seeming to glow from the fury of the assault.
"Not a bad try, tiny mortal. But you lack the power to even dent my scales."
The voice seemed to come from everywhere and the depth of it made Luna's wings still for a moment before she began to flap them with renewed vigor.
"I was always weaker than my sister, Leviathan. My power lends itself more to subtle applications of magic" Luna retorted, desperate to stall for time as the Leviathan considered her as she would an ordinary pony.
"That is true. Still, I have grown bored of swatting flies. Now stay still."
As soon as the words had left the dragons maw, Luna found herself unable to move. Yet she could detect no magic holding her. She simply was...stuck.
"The magic of you vermin is nothing compared to the Will of the Leviathan. Now, I find that I am hungry and you look edible."
Luna found that even if she had not been frozen in place, the terror that stole over her would have kept her paralyzed as the enormous dragon neared. Measuring nearly a kilometer long with the tail adding an extra seven-hundred and fifty meters, it was truly worth the title Leviathan.
A moment later and its jaw snapped open which allowed Luna a perfect view-point of its mouth glowing a deep cherry red with its throat a luminescent white.
In the time it took Luna to formulate a thought that would have made her sister blush, the jaw had closed around her and the heat began to roast her alive.
"I...hope you're ready Lesty..." she whispered and teleported for the last time, intentionally making it a sloppy transition so the burst of magic would hopefully disorient the gargantuan terror made manifest.
"You look awful Luna. Are you sure you can manage this?" Celestia asked, the strain of manipulating so much stellar energy making her voice hoarse and thready.
"We don't have a choice, Lesty. I couldn't even dent it" Luna raggedly answered, fur scorched and mane wilted.
Receiving a sympathetic look from her sister, Luna opened her own link to the moon and began to marshal the power required to control the apocalyptic power her sister had harnessed.
"This will make for a bucking incredible ballad, won't it Lesty?" Luna grunted, cold power flooding her and banishing the heat that had clung to her body and mind.
"If I don't get a week-long bath and banquet for this, I'm going to be severely irked" Celestia replied.
"It's coming. Are you ready Celestia?"
They were nearly twenty kilometers above the surface of Equis, the air almost non-existent and the frigid cold of the void above them serving as a reminder of how tenuous life truly was.
"Let's do it, Luna."
Reaching out with her senses and locating the mystic presence of her sister, Luna willed her magic to form a tight cylinder nearly five hundred meters long and twenty wide. Beginning to rapidly reinforce it so it could handle the nuclear fury that was about to pour through it, she nodded at her sister.
"It's as strong as I can make it, Lesty. Do it."
Whilst Luna had been busy distracting the Leviathan, Celestia had been gathering water vapor and splitting the molecules apart so she was left with an abundance of hydrogen atoms. And then she had begun to fuse the hydrogen atoms together whilst keeping the cascading fusion reaction sealed within a bubble.
Nodding at Luna, Celestia willed the sphere to sink until it was beneath the rim of the barrel. Shattering the bubble, Celestia quickly reformed it over the end so the fusion reaction would rocket straight down.
Luna and Celestia had for all intents created their own star going supernova, though admittedly on a MUCH smaller scale than the sun in the sky.
With a sound like reality itself splitting wide open, the nuclear onslaught screamed down the barrel, focused by the magical shunt Luna had willed into existence.
Slamming into the Leviathan's chest, Luna watched it hammer into the scales...and nodded as the harder than steel plates began to bend inwards before being vaporized by the heat.
And then the spike of fusion energy lanced even deeper into the Leviathan, vaporizing muscle, bone and blood.
Then with what seemed like a triumphant roar from the horrific spear of light, the Leviathan exploded.
It was only a shield willed into being by Luna that prevented both Princess' from being decapitated by the tornado of scales that filled the sky, each the size of an Alicorn and weighing double.
Panting, Celestia flashed Luna an appreciative look before she teleported both of them back to Canterlot.
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When Celestia had noticed that Luna was engrossed by the memory of their first and last fight with a Leviathan, she had quickly cast a spell that would allow the dream to play out for the commanders.
As the memory ended, she glanced at each of the commanders and nodded.
"Now you see the problem. As it stands, there WERE three more sleeping in the Burning Wastelands. The first, third and fourth."
"What do you mean WERE?" Stoneheart inquired, hoping that the Princess was alluding to them having died off. The footage had shaken him more than he would admit. Such a behemoth had been awe-inspiring and terrifying and he knew that without all the training he had received, he would have been reduced to a trembling foal by the sight of it.
"When Starfury attacked Canterlot today, he demanded the return of his spawn. Given the somewhat cavalier attitude most dragons have about their young, I found myself surprised by such a blatant demand. But after it landed, a truly terrible thought occurred to me."
Luna glanced at Celestia curiously but stayed silent out of deference to her older sister.
"Perhaps the only time when a dragon will go so far afield for their young is when they believe their child could become a Leviathan."
"So...you mean that there could be a fifth...in Equestria?!" Sunsong demanded, now rapidly becoming hysterical at the thought of one of those monsters within the borders of Equestria.
"Its possible. But no reports have surfaced of any attacks or mysterious fires so it is quite likely young. For now, I want each of you to devote at least thirty ponies to going through the records from the Academy so we can track down any dragon born here within the last century."
"You are dismissed" Celestia stated, clearly tired from the day.
As Farsight, Stoneheart and Sunsong exited the chamber, Luna eyed her sister warily.
"Are thou okay, Lesty?"
Laughing bitterly, Celestia nodded and slowly rose.
"I pray that I am wrong, Luna. If I am not..."
Luna nodded and rose to match her sister, in action if not in height.
"I understand. I shall begin preparations."
Watching Luna teleport away, Celestia snuffed the candles out before exiting the room.
If the remaining three awaken for this war then we will have no choice. Sun forgive me.
If any passing servants noticed the tears trickling down Celestia's face, they chose to stay silent.
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Authors notes: Alright. Firstly, this is just a draft chapter so I can see that the response is like. If it is well received, it will stay.
I will admit that I played fast and loose with the laws of physics in this chapter and I do hope they weren't too much of a violation of the natural order.
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C'mon, Spike.
Eat that sink!
Can't wait to see Spike's reaction to his new wings. I wonder how Spike will involved himself in the coming war? Will he be a savor or a destroyer? And which side will he choose from?
2105708 *Grins* Who knows. Who says there will be a war? Then again, maybe there will be.
But of course, I have yet to actually explain the maturation method for Leviathan's so...
*winks* We'll see!
2105707 I have an intriguing little solution to that, but you won't find out until the next chapter.
Suffice to say, there will be lots of -redacted-
2105746 Keep us waiting to long.
this is an alright story
2106109 Thanks Gypsy. I appreciate your honesty. I know it isn't incredible or awe-inspiring but I am glad that it is entertaining at least.
2106216 Thanks Ripper! I appreciate the feedback. I mainly only write when my muse starts beating me around the head. Sometimes chapters can be daily or they can be months apart. Hopefully more of the former than the latter.
Wouldn't Celestia already know of one hatched dragon though considering she was there after Twilight hatched Spike as well as raised Spike since hatching like a son*...unless shes that determined to find any answer that says Spike isn't a Leviathan in fear of what she will have to do to her 'son'
*depending if you go off what miss Faust has said on the subject of not - http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Spike#Lauren_Faust
i wonder what side Spike will join? and will She-Who-Devours wake up in this fic?
2106309 Ahh, of course she knows of Spike. But consider this. Spike is only a few years old. Assuming that Leviathan's mature as fast as normal dragons, she has decades in which to nip the problem in the bud.
She's far, FAR more worried about dragons that have undetected or have been forgotten.
After all, tis a knife from the dark that cuts the deepest.
2106368 ahh fair point
2106373 Of course, I haven't even started on what a Leviathan can do, so perhaps she is just as suspicious of Spike as she is of any other.
*Smug grin*
2106378 *raised eyebrow* no Celestia Spike mother son thing going on them...shame...but understandable.
Ether way it'll be interesting to see where this story goes .
So, I'm looking for someone to bounce ideas off for Chapter 03. Anyone want to volunteer?
Did Celestia raise him in this?
2116036 Um...why would you think this? The fic is canon up until the end of the Season 2 Episode 2.
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Well, mostly because Lauren said she did in canon. Or at least, Lauren's canon. The current writers may change that.
That aside, this story has a few problems. It's interesting, but I find myself bothered by the consistent punctuation errors.
"Seems we have more letters than usual, Your Majesty. About four hundred" Moonglow Rising stated as she gently lowered the tray on to the table.
This is incorrect. When you're writing dialogue, you're supposed to leave a comma before the last apostrophe if you're going to continue the sentence.
It should be:
"Seems we have more than usual, Your Majesty. About four hundred," Moonglow Rising stated as she gently lowered the tray on to the table.
And some of your prose isn't that great. By which I mean you sometimes go overboard with your dramatic or poetic imagery and it just sort of fizzles out instead of actually impressing me. Try to moderate yourself.
2118118 Ahh, okay! I wasn't aware about Lauren Faust saying that.
My prose can be a bit...stilted and boring, I won't deny that. I can but try my best and try to improve.
I am enjoying this so far, please continue forward I await Chapter 3. You earned yourself a stache well done
2146580 Many thanks Snow! I appreciate that. Right now Chapter 3 is heavily resisting me and my trying to corral it.
are you going to have Tia Spike taken to Canterlot even though the panic even baby dragon would create? five to one that the trip back wouldn't take that long since Spike could get hungry and start eating the chariot and the second indication of something's not right is that he starts in on their armor
Not to sound demanding, but I was wondering when the next chapter was coming out? This story's plot has me wanting more. Looking forward to the next chapter.
3106805 Sadly it is slow going. I have a multitude of stories bouncing around my noggin so I have to choose.
Right now I'm on a Nanoha phase. I do keep writing bits though. This next chapter plans to be quite...illuminating. And of course, more questions than ever will be raised.