Spike's desire to learn who he is has an interesting consequence. (Starts during "Dragon Quest")
"Guys don't tease him. He's just a baby. He might fly away." Garble said, holding Spike up at the same level as his head. To the adult dragons, this was nothing new. Although it was rare to see a hatchling without its parents, it was not unheard of. An ancient, green dragon sat on the top of the mountains near a hoard of gold coins and gems that could easily be carried in his mouth with his eyes narrowed. It was due to his forearms being part of his wings. This was not a dragon the others took lightly.
He was Durnehviir, the ancient dragon. He was one of the only dragons left from the ancient times when dragons and other creatures lived in relative harmony-even with early dragons teaching the first unicorns about magic.
That was until Aludin, the Dark Dragon, spread darkness and death across the land.
Alduin was sealed away, but at a cost of many lives of dragons, unicorns, and other creatures. Even as he fell, Alduin laid a curse on the dragons.
Greed would fill their hearts, and their growth would be determined by the size of their hoard.
However, an ancient prophecy foretold a dragon born and fated to grow without wings would have the soul of the ancient dragon who lead the process of Alduin's sealing, and permanently silence the Dark Dragon.
This wingless Wyrm would be known as the Dovahkiin- the Dragonborn. It was a term lost to the ages, preferring the terms "hatchling" or "baby dragon". The other dragons had dismissed this prophecy as an old bedtime story.
"That is, of course, if he had wings." Garble concluded, and Durnehviir's head shot up and his eyes widened. Was the Dovahkiin near?
"BRING THE WINGLESS HATCHLING TO ME!" Durnehviir roared out, and all of the dragons looked at him.
"Well shrimp, say your prayers. Looks like gramps wants to see you." Garble said, starting to walk up a long winding trail, unknowingly passing by three ponies under a dragon disguise. "If you're lucky he'll eat you quickly."
At this Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity looked at each other with a panicked expression on their faces. Rarity also looked like she was fighting the urge to faint.
"He is not going to eat our poor little Spikey-Wikey. It. Is. ON!" Rarity said, ready to charge out.
"Wait. If we run out of our disguise we fight all of the dragons out there." Twilight said, "If we keep on out disguise we can get closer so we can surprise that dragon and escape with Spike."
The cloth colored and shaped like a poorly-drawn dragon moved from rock-to-rock, sneaking after Garble who was carrying Spike to the large, green dragon.
"Leave us, teenage dragon of the red scales" Durnehviir said, growling slightly. Garble gulped loudly and dropped Spike before flying back down to his friends.
Spike had never before wished that he had wings right before this moment.
"Relax hatchling, I will not hurt you." Durnehviir said in a soothing voice, his grey eyes shining with a tint of gold in his pupils. "I am only curious about the only wingless dragon to have once gone through a greed-growth."
"You can sense that?" Spike asked, as the disguise hiding the three ponies finally reached the top were Durnehviir rested.
"When you reach my age, there are very few things that you can't miss. For instance, your eyes show that you're the same age as the teenage dragons below you, although you are nervous around others of your kind-so you must have been raised by a species other than a dragon." He explained.
"Wow. He's good." Rainbow Dash whispered to the other two mares.
Durnehviir looked in the direction Rainbow's voice came from, eyes narrowed, before shaking his head.
"I'm Spike. Spike the Dragon. May I ask your name?" Spike asked, introducing himself.
"I am the ancient dragon, Durnehviir. It may be personal, even though you somehow separated yourself from your greed. During your greed growth, did you ever grow wings." Durnehviir asked. A dragon raised by a species other than a dragon....and one that broke free from the veil of greed at his weakest. Was he gazing upon the prophesied one right now? Only Spike's answer would determine if he was the one.
"No sir. All of the others said I never grew wings." He admitted, and a grin spread across Durnehviir's maw.
"Dovahkiin. The prophesied Dragonborn." Durnehviir said, before picking up Spike with a claw and placing him on his head. Durnehviir then picked up his hoard with his mouth and let out a growl in his throat, before spreading his wings.
Other dragons roared before picking up their own hoards and flying off.
Right before Durnehviir took flight, the three ponies emerged from their costume-seeing the other dragons fly off-and latched onto his left leg.
'Raised by the most virtuous of species-the ponies. He really is the Dovahkiin.' Durnehviir thought, taking flight into the air and into the horizon.
Down below Garble and the other teenage dragons grumbled at their misfortune. "We usually stay here longer. There goes our plan to smash Phoenix eggs tonight." Garble said, before they took off and flew into the distance.
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Location: Soul Cave
Durnehviir landed inside a cave filled with bones, gems, and coins. The ponies climbed off and hid behind a pile of gems as the green dragon lowered his head and allowed Spike to climb off.
"By the way, Durnehviir, what does Dovahkiin mean?" Spike asked.
"Your questions will be answered, Dovahkiin, but we need to greet out guests." After Durnehviir said this, he turned to the pile of gems.
"Reveal yourselves!" The ancient dragon roared out. When only a pony only let out a cry of surprise-which had been cut off by the other two-Durnehviir sighed and inhaled.
"Ven Gar Nos!" Durnehviir shouted, and a cyclone emerged from nowhere and blew the gems away.
"Twilight! Rainbow! Rarity! What are you three doing here?" Spike asked.
"Making sure our cutesy-wutesy whittle-dwagon doesn't get hurt." Rarity said, pushing together Spike's cheeks.
"Raised by ponies. Now, others will finally know our history." Durnehviir said, resting himself near a well of swirling purple mist.
"I did find the pony's lack of information on dragons unsettling." Twilight said.
"In the ancient times the dragons and other creatures lived in relative harmony-even with early dragons teaching the first unicorns about magic."
"That was until Aludin, the Dark Dragon, spread darkness and death across the land."
"Alduin was sealed away, but at a cost of many lives of dragons, unicorns, and other creatures. Even as he fell, Alduin laid a curse on the dragons."
"Greed would fill their hearts, and their growth would be determined by the size of their hoard. However, an ancient prophecy foretold a dragon born and fated to grow without wings would have the soul of the ancient dragon who lead the process of Alduin's sealing, and permanently silence the Dark Dragon.This wingless Wyrm would be known as the Dovahkiin- the Dragonborn."
"Wait. Dragons taught magic?" Rainbow Dash said in surprise, "The only things we see dragons now is breathe fire and smoke, fly, and hoard!"
"Magic has been lost to the dragons for many moons. I am the only one left with that knowledge. However, it was foretold that in place of wings,the Dovahkiin would wield magic." Durnehviir explained.
"That explains why when I want it to, my green fire which can burn when I want it too can teleport messages to Princes Celestia." Spike said.
Durnehviir rose up and spread his wings. "Come. You have much to learn Dovahkiin and our time is short!"
OH! Please read the author's note below!