In a castle at an unknown location, a servant rushed to speak with his master. He was exhausted but continued to run to the throne. "MY LORD!" The servant called, getting his master's attention. “Sire. I-I have-” he stopped to catch his breath before continuing to speak, “I have serious news.” The large figure looked towards his servant.
“What is it?” The figure asked. The servant paused, seemingly in fear and uncertainty. “Speak.” The figure said. At the command, the servant spoke.
“W-well my lord,” the servant stammered out, “Are you aware of the old legend of the Almighty Dragon?”
The Lord paused to think then shook his head “I am not sure, could you tell it to me?”
The servant nodded
“Ages ago, before Equestria was founded, humans and otherworldly creatures lived together in prosperity and harmony. However, there existed two tribes of dragons that were always feuding for as long as time can remember, their reason for such hatred is still unknown. The tribes were called the Red-Eyes and the Blue-Eyes.The majority of their members hated each other, That is, until the newest leaders for the many other tribes decided it had gone on long enough. With the aid of some powerful warriors and mages, the war was stopped and the new leaders decided that it was time for the tribes to end their feuding and appointed new leaders of the tribes. One tribe member, however, rejected the notion and tried to usurp the new leaders. He was swiftly caught, beaten and sealed away. The dragon swore that one day he would return more powerful than any other dragon could ever hope to be. As time passed, humanity became distant from the other intelligent creatures and eventually left to another parallel world similar to ours. Before humans left, they created a prophecy that one day, an infant dragon would wield the power of the two Dragon tribes and it would be known the Almighty Dragon. But to this day the prophecy hasn't come true, and is believed to be a mere myth… Very few people still believed that the tribes existed at all.”
“Ah yes, the dragon tribe prophecy…a nice little fable.” The figure laughed
“Yes, it was, until now that is. I was exploring the skies above Equestria until I felt an unimaginable amount of power coming from somewhere. The closer I got the stronger the power grew. When I got as close as I could without being seen, it was almost overwhelming. The prophecy is true, my lord…” The servant said ominously, “And this is the dragon with such power.”
The servant gave his master a picture of an adolescent dragon with purple scales and green spikes.
“Now in the age of the Elements of Harmony… the chosen one is completely unaware of their destiny, unaware of the power that they hold within. But soon, it will wake and when it does all of Equestria and its enemies will know why it is not wise to provoke or bully a dragon.”
The figure shifted its weight and spoke in a serious tone, “And are you certain that this dragon is the chosen one of the prophecy?”
The servant gulped before answering, “I am positive. Either of us could sense the power welling up inside of him from miles away.”
“I See…” The Figure paused and wrote something down on a parchment, leaving an interesting insignia on it. “Deliver this to the sun and moon princesses of Equestria.” He handed it to one of his messengers who took it, saluted the figure, and left immediately.
“To think after all these years…someone has obtained it, the Divine Dragon’s power… I fear for our home and our very lives.”
A lankier figure of the many figures that had gathered in the room spoke to its leader.
“My Lord, should we really be so worried? The only dragons that live there are ones of your usual childhood fairytale imbeciles. Hoarding gold, scaring off any being that draw near. Hardly a problem for-”
“DO NOT QUESTION ME!!!” It became dead silent for a long while. “My apologies, but it’s not those dragons that worries but THAT specific being.”
“Be he’s in-”
“For how long though? For all we may know, he might already know of his power and is putting up a good act so he can strike when nobody expects. If he rises to his full power, the power of the Almighty Dragon’s Power… I fear for the worst.”
There were murmurs all throughout the room.
“So what should we do, my lord?” The question was met with utter silence, cementing the gravity of the situation. After a minute the master answered:
“Pray.” The figure solemnly said “Pray and hope. There is nothing else we can do except hope that this person is righteous and pray that he will not be captured and manipulated by those who would use that power for their own corrupted purposes and reasons.”
The lanky figure spoke again, "A suggestion, my lord?"
"What is it?"
"Well, we are obviously dealing with a serious power here. So why not inform...The Shadow Claws."
"THOSE COLD BLOODED THIEVES?!"
"Well yes, they may ha-"
"May?"The first servant countered.
"Definitely have caused some-"
"Some?" The servant objected again.
"Alright, a lot of tension between us and Equestria, but they could find this being bring him to us without causing anyone to notice him missing."
The advisor standing next to the lord-figure replied with a look of disbelief similar to the others present other than the lanky one.
"Out of the question. According to our sources about this particular individual, he is a beloved figure to many citizens of Equestria."
The Lord added on, "On top of that, the current Elements of Harmony care for him dearly, and would surely notice his absence."
The lanky one had a look of bewilderment, "Really?"
The Leader snickered at the question, "Dare I say that according to some sources, five out of six of them have serious feelings for him, possibly intimate."
The first servant snickered in amusement, "Lucky Bastard."
The lord-figure smirked, "Now, now. No need to be jealous of him.” The master chided jokingly, "Besides my sweet Evangeline is more than enough for me, thank you."
"Hm, good point. I'm happy with my wife too. Guess I had a lapse in judgment."
The lord-figure snickered again, before looking curiously at a second figure, who looked about ready to fall over.
"John, my good man, why are you so quiet? You usually always have something to say."
"S-still trying to recover from yesterday’s ‘debacle’, sire."
"Well then… you are dismissed for today. Go home and rest, you've earned it."
The figure named John walked out of the room.
The lord-figure shook his head, "A good man but works way too hard."
He then takes out a picture and shakes his head with a smile. The picture depicted a white unicorn, a navy-blue unicorn, himself, and a purple, adolescent dragon.
He turned back to his advisor, the only other person left in the room. “Isn't life strange and amusing? To think, the supposed ‘Grand Dragon’ would be THEIR son..."
"Sire?"
"Oh, don't mind me, Michael, just… reminiscing."
"I see…anyhow, shall I inform the others of this news?”
"Absolutely."
"At once, Lord HyperDeath."
'HyperDeath' Groaned, "What was I thinking when I came up with that name?"
He paused, then chuckled.
“Ah yes, I was drunk and had read one to many Undertale books* before my coronation ceremony."
"Should I call you by your actual name then?"
"Please."
"As you wish, Lord Bron"
"Thank you, Michael." Bron said gratefully.
"Well then, shall I take my leave as well?"
"Yes… Oh, and Michael, don't forget to make sure John makes it home this time instead of collapsing at the entrance to his house." Bron requested.
"Of course, Lord Bron." Michael left the room, leaving Bron alone to his thoughts.