The griffins stared at Regirock in shock for several moments before the captain moved towards it. He scooped a small rock off the ground and tossed it at Regirock. The rock bounced off Regirock and the griffin nodded to himself before speaking.
“I demand to know what you are and why you are in griffin territory.” Regirock made a grinding noise that irritated the listening griffins. The captain glared at Regirock. “I said, I demand to know what you are and why you are in griffin territory.” The dots that made up Regirock’s eyes beeped as it shifted to peer down at the captain.
“I do not recognize your authority in asking questions. Cease and desist or be destroyed for asking classified information.” Regirock straightened and lifted his arms to his sides. “The father has been awakened. Tracking now.” Regirock made the grinding noise again. “Tracking complete. Seeking out father unit.” Regirock jumped straight into the air and spun at extremely high speeds sending him burrowing into the ground. The griffins looked down the hole he left in wonder. They could hear grinding from the hole that quickly grew faint as the source of it moved away. They looked at each other as they wondered how they were going to report this.
Far in the frozen north, past the Crystal Empire lived the reindeer. They were a peaceful folk who lived in the cold air quite easily. They were mostly nomads who followed certain paths and traded with ponies who traveled this far north. A particular reindeer, a child really was exploring a cave she found. Her parents had told her to be careful, but she found the cave more important. As she climbed up to the cave her foot slipped as the snow gave away from beneath her. Her eyes closed, but before she could let out a scream, her hoof landed on something solid.
“Regi………” She looked down to where her hoof was stuck as she heard a voice.
“What was that?” The snow she standing on suddenly shifted as it was lifted from below by something. The reindeer slid backwards as the thing rose to its full height. She looked up at what appeared to be a statue of ice.
“Regice.” The reindeer stumbled back as the thing spoke. Its voice reminded her of the sound glaciers made when they moved. It started to move forward and she noticed that it didn’t have feet and just floated above the snow as it moved. She started as she realized it was heading towards the others in her group.
“Hey stop right there.” She scurried after it and stopped in front of it. She shivered as she noticed the temperature of the air around it was dropping fast. “You can’t go that way. My family and friends are that way.” Regice merely hovered in front of her for a moment before speaking.
“Then move out of my way.” Regice moved forward again and the reindeer widened her eyes as she turned and raced back to the rest of the group. She needed to tell them to move out of the way.
The mountainous regions of dragon country made it a land inhospitable to any, but the dragons who lived there. Only the oldest dragons actually lived in that country as the younger dragons generally migrated. In a cave in an active volcano, a dragon was carving the cave and making it larger for his hoard. He was first breathing fire on the rocks and carving them out with its claws. It grunted as its claws hit something that didn’t give like the rocks around it. The dragon pulled back as it examined the back wall. Contrary to popular belief among the other races, older dragons were actually smarter than their younger counterparts. They merely slept more and found it difficult to care about other races. The dragon frowned as the wall cracked and exploded outward.
“Registeel.” He frowned at the voice. It sounded like it was echoing a bit, which confused the dragon as its cave didn’t echo. As the dust from the wall cleared away, the dragon stared at the statue of moving metal. The dragon was interested in the statue as it could tell what the metal actually was. He brought a claw forward and tapped on the statue. It made a hollow ringing noise. The dragon noted there was no damage from where it had struck the statue in the wall.
“What are you?” The dragon’s voice was deep and rumbled from its chest. The statue moved as it seemed to look up at him and the dragon took more details in. The statue was bipedal and had only three fingers instead of a dragon’s four. It had a black stripe running down the middle where what the dragon assumed to be its eyes.
“We are the son of the father. We are Registeel.” The dragon brought its face down to examine the golem. He was surprised to note it was not magic that animated this being, but something he had never seen or sensed before in his long life
“I assume you cannot stay and be a part of my hoard.” Its eyes flickered before it spoke.
“We must seek out the father and do his bidding.” The dragon grunted at the statement as he moved to the side of the cave, leaving a path to the exit.
“Well, then get going. I don’t want to keep your father waiting strange one.” Registeel moved forward as he strode through the treasure strewn among the stalagmites as he exited the cave. The dragon merely grumbled as it turned its head to the back of the cave and resumed digging. It might have to seek out the golem one day and meet its father. It’s not every day, he met something that could resist the grandson of Bahumut’s claws.
Regigigas shifted as the jewels in his body lit up along with the dots serving as his eyes. It looked at the group of ponies approaching him. They looked at him as they stopped in front of him. “Is it time for us to go?” Twilight sparkle nodded before speaking.
“I don’t think you will be able to fit on the train like that though.” Regigigas hummed. He examined his energy level and noted that, while it had recovered from his original transformation a few days ago, it was still lower then it normally was. He wasn’t regenerating the energy he used up as fast as he used to. He could still change his shape though. His body flared white as it shrunk down to his pony form. He opened his eyes.
“Shall we go?” Twilight looked at him before nodding once more.
“We have to go to Ponyville first, so I can let the princesses know you are coming. Is that alright?” Regigigas hummed as he thought it over.
“Very well. I have waited this long, what is a few more days.” He looked at the ponies. “How are we getting to this Ponyville?” Pinkie Pie bounced up to him.
“By train silly.” Regigigas merely looked at her.
“I do not know what a train is Miss Pie, but I assume it is a mode of transportation.” Pinkie Pie smiled at him.
“Yep, come on, let’s go.” Pinkie Pie bounced off as the others looked after her. Regigigas merely shrugged as he followed her.