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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Dungeons and Ponies 
// by Darkrainb0wdash 
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Raining Lizards

Vicven

By shoving the pegasus, I had unwittingly brought  all the pain from the Nine Hells down on my head.  It flew back at me, yelling again.  This pissed me off.  When I move something out of my way there is a nine out of ten chance I want it to stay out of way.
I grabbed the end of my spear, holding the head was over my shoulder, and swung it like a bat into the pegasus’ side.  There was a crack, and the pegasus dropped.  I had probably broken a few of its ribs.
Another horse, above me shouted.  It jumped down, and yelled something else.  Soon after, the other four jumped down.  They said something to the horse with a gentle expression, and glared at me.
Of the different horses staring at me, the one that caught my attention was the purple something.  I honestly don’t know what to call this thing.  It was a little taller than the others, and it had a horn like a unicorn, and wings like a pegasus.  For now, I’ll just call it the purple something.
The purple something stepped forward in my direction.  It said something the annoyance obvious on its face, but did nothing else.  We stared at each other for a moment, neither of us moving.  It repeated itself, this time, I could feel the magic in its horn.  I never found out what that spell was, but it was gonna hurt if I got hit.
The purple something was still channeling magic into the tip of its horn.  I dashed forward and pimp slapped the purple something in the face.  I had always wanted to do that!
The spell discharged and hit the wall, leaving behind a large, black, charred hole.  Whatever this purple something was, it was powerful.  If that blast had hit me I would be dust on the ground.
Out of nowhere, something hit my chest, knocking the wind out of my lungs, and knocked me off my feet onto my ass.  I turned to see what had hit me.  The orange horse was standing next to the purple somthing with its hind legs in the air.  The jackass had bucked me!  Now it was time to get real!
I jumped up, and dashed forward around the side of the orange one, this time punching it square in the face, then elbowing the purple something in the side.  Jumping back, I pointed my spear forward at the group and screamed “Fireball!”  A large sphere of fire appeared on the spear, and quickly leapt off.
It landed in the middle of the group, expanding to engulf all four of them.  Wait, four?  There should have been five.  The yellow pegasus was missing.  I looked around and found it to my left, it was next to the other pegasus tending to its wounds.  Good.  Now I had one less to fight now.
The other four horses didn’t look too badly hurt.  Their fur had been singed, and I’d burnt some of their skin, but nothing major.  Damn!   Granted, fireball was a fairly weak spell, but they should be hurt more than that.  Maybe chain lightning would do better.
“Chai-”  Before I could cast the spell, the purple something attacked.  It shot five magic missiles at me.  Ha!  “Shield!”  A little blue wall flashed, and faded, in front of me, making the missiles useless.  All would have been fine, but the orange and pink horses were charging me.
“Grease!”  I swept my spear across the ground, grease shooting out from the tip.  The orange one slipped, and began to slid across the floor.  On the other hand, the pink one didn’t slip.  It was running on the grease.  Everything that touches my magic grease can and will slip, but it just kept running, up until it hit an invisible wall
My shield was still in place, stopping it dead in its tracks.  It stumbled, but quickly straightened out.  It looked at me, smiled, and disappeared.  To this day, I still don’t know how that thing did it, but it got behind me.  It bucked me forward, towards my shield.
I dispelled the shield, allowing myself to fall onto the grease.  The orange one was almost to its hooves, but as I slid by, I pulled a hoof out from under it, making it slip back down.  Sliding off of the grease, I ended up right in front of the white unicorn.  I had no way to get away as it fired a magic missile at me.
Before I could raise another shield, it struck my chest.  It was surprisingly weak.  Nothing more than a bad sting.  It was pathetic.  I mean really!  I’ve been hurt more by a wizard on his first day of studies.
Using the grease stuck on my clothes, I slid past the unicorn, and pushed myself onto my feet.  “Burning Hands!”  I extended my arm.  Fire shot out of my hand, setting alight the white unicorn and purple something, eliciting a scream from both.
The purple something was breathing heavily, but the white unicorn looked about to pass out.  I could finally take one out.  I raised my spear above my head.  Before I could stab the white unicorn, the yellow pegasus jumped in front.
It yelled something, and gave a crazy ass stare and said something else.  It felt like it was casting suggestion, but… different.  It’s hard to explain, partly because a pegasus can’t use magic, but also because it was in a different language.  I had seen the bard in our group, Aleslosh, use it with her loot, but now I knew how it felt.
Part of me wanted to stop fighting, but another part just wanted to punch the pegasus.  In the end, violence won out over pacifism.  My spear, instead of hitting the white unicorn, hit the pegasus in the shoulder, shoving it out of the way.  I grabbed the white unicorn’s head with my free hand, pushed it to the side, and bit down on its neck.
It didn’t even scream, as it fell to the floor unconscious.  The purple something was enraged by this.  It burst into flames screaming bloody murder… Hehe, bloody.  It flew towards me, tackling me to the ground, but nothing more.  Maybe it was hoping that I would burn to a crisp.  What a dumbass.
I was immune to all types of elemental damage from my amulet.  Even if I didn’t have the amulet, I would still been immune to fire from being the disciple of a brass dragon.  What ever this thing was, it was a dumbass, fire elemental or not.
I bit her on the neck like I did the white unicorn.  It still would not get off of me.  I let its neck out of my mouth, but instead grabbed its neck with my hand.  I tried to shove it off of me, but it cast a telekinesis spell.  Seriously, what the hell was this thing?
I was lifted into the air, unable to move.  However, at my level of power, I don’t need to move to cast as spell. “Sunburst!”  A huge burst of light shot off of my body.  The purple something dropped its spell almost immediately.  It, and the yellow pegasus started to stumble around, they were very clearly blinded.
Through out the fight with the purple something, I forgot about the two horses.  If it weren’t for the yelling, I never would have seen the orange horse in time to dodge.  “Time Stop!” I screamed as it ran by.  I walked over to the orange horse, picked it up, and walked over to the other three horses.  I did the same with the pink horse, and blue pegasus, so that all six were close to each other. “Forecage.”  A light blue, barred cage popped into existence, surrounding the horses, trapping them inside.
For those of you who don’t know, forecage is a spell the literally makes a cage.  At my level the cage should hold for about eighty hours.  That’s more than three days.  That would be plenty of time to get away from them.  As the cage finished forming itself, the time stop spell ended.
To the horses, it hadn’t even been a second.  To me it had been about five minutes.  To be blunt, they were confused.  Eventually, all their eyes settled on me, and the purple something asked a question.  I, still not understanding it, just laughed.
I took a deep breath, and smiled.  It had been a while since I’d had a good fight.  I raised my wings to take flight, but stopped half way through.  There was a familiar smell in the air.  It was salty, yet crispy at the same time.  There was only one thing that ever smelled like this.
Dragon.
I flapped my wings, propelling myself onto the floor above me.  Bingo!  There it was.  A wyrmling amethyst dragon.  There were two more horses on either side of it, both looking exactly the same in their golden armor.  They shouldn’t be a problem.
I jump forward, grabbing the dragon’s torso.  Before the two others could react, I was in the sky.  The dragon immediately started to scream.  What a coward.  This was the first time I had even heard a dragon scream, wyrmling or not.
It desperately clawed at my hand, trying to make me let go.  “Hey, kid!” I shouted in Draconic.
The dragon ignored me, still trying to claw my hands.  It didn’t know draconic.  What kind of dragon didn’t know Draconic.  I needed to have a good long talk with whatever the hell raised this thing, and by that, I meant I planned to pummel them for not teaching it Draconic.
The claws — while not painful were annoying.  I threw it into the air, catching it by its throat.  Staring it dead in the eye, I scream, “Quit it!”  It probably didn’t understand me, but it got the message and stopped scratching me.
A thought just came to me.  I just threw it into the air, so why didn’t it just fly away?  I looked at it one more time.  It seemed to be a healthy dragon, other than the missing wings.  Wait, what the hells?  How did this dragon not have wings?  Did they cut them off or something?  No, that would have left stumps on its back.  This was seriously one fucked up dragon.

I flew around aimlessly for about an hour.   The sun had started to go down, and I needed to stop for the night.  So far there were two options.  One; fly north to a forest, hope I find a cave, and stay there.  Or two; fly east into the open plains, and build a small cottage with magic.
Ordinarily, I would go for the cottage in the field.  However, I always get a feeling of adventure when visiting a new plain.  So why not?  The forest it was!
As I banked to the left, the dragon started to squirm again.  I glared at it, and it quickly stopped squirming.  However, I could literally smell the fear coming off of him.  This was the worst dragon ever.  Pitiful, just pitiful.
There was a small cliff with a cave on the side.  It was high up too.  Now the dragon couldn’t escape even if I let it.  I swooped into the mouth of the cave, and landed with the crunch of rocks under my feet.  I dropped the dragon on the ground, and it immediately ran for the entrance, stopping short of the edge, staring out to the distance.
It started to call for help, but no matter how it shouted, nothing was coming to its rescue.  While it screamed its lungs out, I walked around the cave a little.  In the back of the cave was a large fuzz ball.
I tapped it with my spear, but it didn’t move.  Grabbing the top of the ball, I rolled it over onto its side.  It was a manticore, although strangely furry, but a manticore none the less.  I lifted back its eye lid, but still got no response.  It was dead.
Well, now this cave was mine.  “Tenser’s Floating Disk.”  A disk appeared in mid air to help move the body.  It would hold about four thousand pounds at my level.  The disk slid under the manticore, and lifted it up.  It shot out the mouth of the cave, past the dragon, and dumped the body into the forest below.
I could get some rest, but there was one more thing I had to do first.  At this point it was a tradition as much as it was practical.  I walked to the dragon, putting a hand on its head.  It tried to turn out of my hand but my grip was too strong.  “Programmed Amnesia.”  Everything turned a bright white as I went into its memories.
This was one of the weirder spells I knew.  While it was easy to control, it just felt wrong, it’s hard to explain though.  As memories flew past, I slowly watch the dragon’s entire life flash before my eyes.
It started, of course, with birth.  It popped out of its egg, not on its own, but by magic.  A purple unicorn had made it hatch early, soon after being given to her care.  No wonder it was so weak.  It hadn’t been raised by another dragon.
I skipped a few years of life until it was old enough to talk.  It had gone to meet a ruler of sorts.  It was like the purple something from earlier, but larger and white.  After a short conversation with the dragon, and purple unicorn.  The white something led them to an underground room.
This blew my mind away.  The room went far beyond what the eye could see, and was filled to the brim with rolling hills of gold.  What ever these purple and white somethings were, they were richer than the gods.
Being a dragon disciple, I had started to act more and more like a dragon.  More specifically, I was just as greedy.  All this gold made my stockpile seem like a speck of dust.  I needed to have this, all of it.
I hardly paid any attention to the rest of the memories.  However, there was shit so weird that I don’t even know how to explain it all.  Being that the spell was made to change memories, I didn’t want to let it go to waste.  I searched through the last few hours of its memory, but didn’t erase anything.  If I had, then it wouldn’t be afraid of me, and I want it to shut up when I told it to.  I can’t believe I just wasted that spell just to look at memories.  I should have changed something.  Oh, well.
As I cancelled the spell the only thing I could think of was all that gold.  I needed to have it.  One way or another, I was going to get that gold.  Even if I have to drag all my old friends here to get it, that gold was going to be mine.