At last, Dragon reached the flaming lands of the Firestallion, land of his supposed lord and master. Dragon flew directly into the small opening in the flaming stone which lead to the cavern where he had hidden the husk that would become his beloved mate. Finding her, and, to his relief, finding her as he left her, Dragon approached his shell of a love.
And now, my love... I shall pour into you the gifts of emotion, knowledge, love, and hate, and you shall be more than the sum of your parts, as I am, and together, we shall come to reign supreme over the alicorns!
With that, Dragon poured his four gifts into the husk, which came to life as the blood began coursing with purpose and the mind was filled with things. The second mortal rose her gaze to meet Dragon’s.
You are... Dragon.
Yes, my beloved. And you are Dawnvir, for dawn shall mean beginning, and vir shall mean spawn, and you are the beginning spawn of my kind. Of our kind.
Dawnvir... and I am blessed as you were, with emotion and knowledge and love and hate?
And beauty, my beloved. And beautiful you are...
Indeed, with the gift of beauty, Dawnvir’s form, coursing with life, caught Dragon’s unerring attention. Her more slender form and more noticeable curves made the heat of Thermos rise in power within his body, and the gift of Amor, love, flared at the sight of her. In return, Dragon’s powerful form and strong frame had the same effect upon his beloved Dawnvir.
Without thought, the two drew closer to one another. Such a strange thing; Nothing of this sort had ever happened in the world’s short history. They were drawn to be close to one another, touching, even. There was no reason for it aside from the simple pleasure of being near the other, and when they were mere feet apart, Dragon wrapped his long neck across hers and pressed one end of his face to her own. Suddenly wreathed by bliss, Dragon and Dawnvir both shut their eyes, confused and perhaps, on some level, scared by this compulsion to remain close to each other.
Continuing to move simply as his body chose to without his mind’s permission, Dragon brought his powerful chest to press against hers and was met by her forelimbs reaching out around him. Alarmed a moment by what at first seemed like an attempt to grapple and combat him, Dawnvir calmed Dragon with her slow, deliberate movements. Her forelimbs held him close, and he, in turn, wrapped his own arms around her. Each other’s warmth coursing through them, they were experiencing the first moment of intimacy in the history of the world.
For a moment, the bronze pony gazing at this scene from far, far in the future was worried that he may have to watch it escalate further, but just as his fears reached their height, Dawnvir pulled away from the loving embrace.
I... know not what this is, my love...
Nor do I, Dawnvir... I am... confused... nothing my maker, Academis, has taught me explains it...
Dawnvir was silent, as was Dragon. Without words, Dawnvir nuzzled her head into the crook between Dragon’s snout and neck, and Dragon lowered his snout to cover her own head. He could feel Aeros’ gift, air, rushing out from her nostrils and onto his neck slowly and gently, and he sealed his eyes again, content to allow this simple bliss to consume him for another moment. It was Dawnvir who would pull away and stare at her beloved with her deep, dark green eyes. Dragon returned the stare, and broke the silence between them.
I have poured the gift of love into you, but also the gift of hatred. Such was the accord struck between me and Amor, that if I were to share the gift of love and beauty with you, you must also share the gift of hatred from her own mate, Iras. I cannot... I will not compel you to love me. You are more than the sum of your parts, and you have the capacity to hate. You may choose to hate me, or to simply not love me. I cannot bring myself to wish ill upon you, for already I cannot bring myself to even think of causing you suffering.
Dragon, great Dragon, the choice was mine when you poured knowledge and emotion into me. I hold no hatred for you. I hold hatred only for those who would see you suffer, and those who would see us separated. They who would do either of those things, they are those who hold my unyielding hatred. But you, my beloved Dragon... I can only say that I love you, for you are strong and mighty and cunning and greater than even Pentimus and Lumos and all the other great alicorns.
Driven and compelled by the powerful emotion and incessant need to feel one another, they closed the space between their snouts and locked their heads together in what would be never remembered as history’s first kiss. Both of them shut their eyes and simply molded themselves to each other’s forms, happy to turn their two hearts into one. Once more, the bronze pony was prepared to simply leave the coming moments to the imagination, but just as the golden glow of his gaze faltered slightly and the view distorted, Dragon pulled away, and the attention of the curious pony was renewed.
Dawnvir, I am your creator, and I am your love, and you are my beloved. If you would allow me to defend, protect, and serve you until the end of our lives, I would join with you in union.
Dragon... You are my beloved... I will stand by your side until the end of time, to help you, comfort you, assist you, and to be forever known as your mate and love and ally. I will join with you in union.
And so the seventh union was forged, between great Dragon and miraculous Dawnvir.