"You want to take over WHAT!?"
Princess Ember was kneeling in front of Dragon Lord Garble, bowing her head in shame. At least she had been a moment ago. Now her eyes were fixated on the crystal throne and the red dragon sitting on top of it, partially hoping he would tell her he was simply joking, partially wondering how one dragon could be this stupid, and, above all, how this idiot could become dragon lord at all.
This was probably what she got for leaving poor little Spike after he saved her from drowning and being discovered by Garble. She was so focused on hiding her weakness that all she could do when she arrived at the room with the bloodstone scepter was watch as Spike's wounded body disappeared in a bright purple flash and Garble grabbed the bloodstone scepter. And she could have sworn that she had seen blood on his claws as she declared himself as the new Dragon Lord.
Knowing Garble, she didn't expect him to be any less of a muscle head than her father, but what he was proposing to her right now was completely idiotic, even by his standards.
"You can't be serious Garble, not even you could be that reckless."
"That is Dragon Lord Garble to you. And you should know how much I hate it when some buzzkill steals my prey away. Those ponies will learn what it means to mess with the great dragon lord Garble."
"Oh no, leave me out of this." It was simply amazing how idiotic one single dragon could get. “If you want to walk into your own doom then go ahead, but I am not crazy enough to accompany you on this suicide mission."
Garble's eyes turned into small lines. "Have you forgotten who you are talking to? Do you really want to disobey your Dragon Lord?"
"Yes."
Garble’s face turned even redder. Just for a moment, Ember thought he was actually considering letting his fists lead the rest of the discussion.
"Fine! Stay here. It's your loss anyway. I had hoped you would be a bit braver than your father. He honestly thought that I was joking when I ordered him to help me lead the dragons against the ponies."
"I wonder how he came to that conclusion," Ember muttered, but Garble just ignored her and rambled on.
"But I'll show you both. I will gather every dragon willing to follow me and then burn those damn ponies to the ground." Smoke seemed to come out of his ears as he took off to gather more dragons.
Shrugging her shoulders, Ember flew back to her home, where she found her father, sitting in front of their cave and seemingly thinking about something, an incredibly rare sight. With a few more wingbeats she landed in front of him and told him what just happened. Torch simply shook his head and sighed.
"You know Ember, maybe you were right. Apparently you need at least some kind of brain to be a good dragon lord." With that he simply walked into his cave to take a small nap.