A/N:Unlike many fan-fictions, (or at least the ones I read), this one takes place in a medieval setting. Many of the things of dragons I will write, I believe to be true, others I will not, but added them to spice up the story a little bit more. These "tall tales" of Dragons and their Riders will be marked with this: * Now because I don't like creating them myself, I will use the magic words from the series called Inheritance or as others could know it by: Eragon, as well as some things like being unable to lie in the language.
The Prologue has next to nothing to do with ponies
Prologue:
The day started as it would any other. Taro conversed with his friends, did some work, and went for a walk. The only difference of this day, was the mysterious green... stone? No. He knew what this was. It was part of his favorite legacy. It was a Dragon Egg. Taro loved reading scrolls and listening to the stories his friend, Rule told. Taro flipped his green hair out of his eyes. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. As usual, no one.
Taro tucked the egg into his satchel and walked back to his home in his village. He lived outside of the village, technically, but it was still in the same district. His house was no different from anyone else's. Maybe a little more worn down, from all of the training his mentor, Isron, forced him to do.
Taro walked into his room and put his satchel on his bed, which was really only straw, covered in a soft fabric. He opened the satchel and pulled out the egg. He reached over and grabbed one of his books about dragons. Specifically, Dragon Eggs. He found the chapter on when the egg hatches. He read aloud: "A dragon only hatches when the Rider is truly present... What the hell does that mean?" He read on, "A Rider is chosen for the Dragon before the Dragon nor the Rider are even born. They are set in stone..."
"What'cha got there, Taro? Still reading those old dusty books, huh?"
Taro jumped and turned around, putting the book on the egg. "Oh, Lucielle!" Taro had already forgotten that his sister asked to stay with him, while her mentor was in his village. Her mentor had always told her to find her own place to stay while they went anywhere. Lucielle's mentor was a white smith, a person who makes glass goods, where as Taro's was a both a sword smith, and a professional swordsman. Taro always thought he had it harder, every other day, coming home with bruises and cuts, only to wake up early the next day, to find Isron in his house, eating his food and demanding he fight there as well.
"I can't believe you forgot I was staying here. You should have received my letter yesterday!" Lucielle complained, "What,were you too busy training and coming up with 'unique and new styled' swords?"
"No, I just... wasn't thinking about it I guess," Taro said, trying to avoid a scolding from her. Even though she was younger than him, she still held a strange authority over him.
"So, what were you reading?"
"Nothing, just some, uh, dragon stuff. How long have you been here?"
"Well, lucky for you I arrived a few minutes before you came in. At least you didn't eat your dinner before you realized I was here!"
"Alright, I get it! Just get out of my room. I have studying to do."
"But you're done with school," Lucielle said as he pushed her out the door.
Taro picked up the book and turned to the next page. Before he knew it, he fell asleep. Taro woke up to bucket of water splashing on him. He immediately got up, with his fists in the air, ready to fight.
"You slept an extra hour, now get up! We missed out on a lot of training!" It was Isron. "What were you doing all night, reading your dragon books, and scrolls!"
Lucielle looked through the doorway. "Oh, Taro, Isron's here."
Taro shook off some water off of his clothes as he got up. "Yeah, I noticed."
That day, Taro tried as hard as he could to finish his jobs that Isron had him do so he could go back to studying the egg. He walked through his front door and found a slip of paper on the table: "Taro, my mentor and I are going to be working for a while today, I'll be back home late. Try not to forget again." He put the note down and went to his room to check on the egg. Taro heard squeaking from under his bed. Just rats, he thought. He ducked to look what it was. Underneath his bed was a baby green dragon.
The dragon stood in the corner underneath Taro's bed. Taro looked in aw. He had a dragon. He was a Dragon Rider. He saw how frightened the dragon was. So helpless. So fragile. So alone. "Come here," Taro said, comfortingly, "I won't hurt you." Taro remembered in his books that a dragon and its Rider can communicate through thought. But this dragon was just hatched. he thought, How can he know what I'm saying?
Since the afternoon began, Taro had felt an odd sort of... itch... in the back of his mind. Ta-oh!
The shout had caused him to jump. He looked around. Nothing was there. What made that noise? he wondered. He turned his attention back on the dragon, who was already touching Taro gently with his claw. His hand started to fall asleep from having it on the ground for so long. Wait, I've only been kneeling here for a minute. He looked at his right hand. A hollow lightning bolt was glowing on his hand. It was a thin glow, like someone etched it with a quill. He quickly grabbed a book on Rider's. "When a Rider meets his Dragon, a mark will appear, accompanied by a glow, when it is first present. The glow will disappear over a short time."
Taro looked back at his dragon. "You need a place to stay." Taro picked up the dragon, who was only slightly reluctant to go. Before leaving, he grabbed a sharp hatchet. He carried the dragon outside and into the forest. The dragon lay in Taro's arms and watched in aw at the changing scenery. He walked for fifteen or so minutes until he found what he was looking for: a clearing in the woods with a lone tree in the middle.
Taro set the dragon down. "Stay here," he commanded to it. Taro grabbed the hatchet and cut up a hollow log to set against the tree to let the dragon stay in. He picked some grass to line it with and set it up against the tree. so the back had no opening, but the front had the entrance.
He then put a slab of bark on the front of the hollow log and tied it to the front of the log, so it could only open from the inside. Unless, of course, you had thumbs. "You'll have to stay here for now," Taro told the dragon, who hadn't moved since he set it down.
The dragon settled into it's new home and Taro walked home, strangely over-confident that the dragon could take care of itself.
A/N:By now, I'm sure that you're wondering if this really is a fan fiction for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and that I just uploaded it to the wrong site, yet you continue to read to either make sure, or you're intrigued. I'll put it this way: There is a whole different story with a grand adventure, in which Isron has trained Taro for the sole purpose of him becoming a Dragon Rider. Taro *develops wings, just like all other Riders* and Isron is a mage, or magic user. Since I'm sure you just want to read the fan fiction part of this story, I will continue from there.