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// Wait, What?! 
// Story: Draconic Relations 
// by ramseymac 
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	"Who's Loki?" Spike asked.
"That is Loki." Luna answered, pointing to me with a hoof.
"His name's Drake."
"He said it was Loki."
"Why are you a pony?!" I interjected, though it went virtually unnoticed.
"But he told me it was Drake!"
"Well it would seem that thou brother has been lying to one of us."
"You lied to me!" I tried again. "You were in my memory!" They both turned to me with questioning looks.
"So, what is thou real name, dovah?"
"I am Loki dovahsebrom Zeymah Morolah Sahronaaz Kul Caroline Kul Alduin. Or Drake. Drake's fine."
Spike whistled. "That is one long name."
"Kul Caroline..." Luna echoed, "Does thou mean to say that the armored dragon from thou memory was Caroline, and she was your mother?"
"Geh."
"Wait, what?" Spike asked, though it was his turn to be ignored. "Our mom? Memory?"
"Oh, Celestia, what were thou thinking?" She turned to leave, but decided against it. "You are still wounded though..." Her horn glowed and I tensed up. I looked down to see a long, silver object sliding out of my abdomen.
"Oh, that's just weird." I muttered as the tip finally came out. Her horn glowed brightly, making my flesh and armor stitch itself back together.
"Thou hast been healed. Do not forget that you owe me quite a bit. I will be going now." She turned to leave again, but I stopped her.
"What do you mean I owe you?"
"Thou owe me because of the guards that thou hast murdered, because thy did not alert my sister to thou location, and for healing thou." She concluded, then continued out the door. Spike stood stunned next to Hydra Wolf, who looked generally less stunned at the revelation.
"Waitwaitwait, you murdered royal guards?!"  Spike asked loudly.
"It was them or me." I grumbled, sitting up and propping myself up on my pillow.
"Oh, what am I gonna tell Twilight?" He whined, pacing around the room.
"You aren't going to tell 'Twilight' anything. You understand?" I looked over at him to see he was holding a rolled up scroll in front of his mouth. He blew a flash of green fire on it and it turned into a mist, floating out of the room with obvious purpose. He chuckled nervously as I gave him a hard glare.
"What did you do?" I asked with a dangerous edge.
"Drake..." GLaDOS warned.
"What did you do?" I asked again.
"Well, eheh, you see..." He started backing up toward the door. I swung my legs over the side and rose to my full height.
He panicked and sprinted out the door, and I found myself in close pursuit.
"I SPENT ELEVEN YEARS TRYING TO FIND YOU," I shouted after him, though it didn't make him stop. "I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO!"
I jumped through the hole in the wall behind him and into the sunset light, where, instead of a normally quiet town, a semi-circle of guards in gleaming golden armor welcomed me. I skidded to a stop.
Spike ran past them through a gap in the semi-circle and over to a very tall, white pony with both wings and a horn, and shining golden armor adorning her body. There was a flash of white light and suddenly, Spike was gone.
I remembered what had happened to my mother and came to the conclusion that... she had just murdered my only surviving family member in cold blood without flinching.
I was facing the Burning Queen.
"You monster." GLaDOS whispered.
"Dragon, you stand before the might of Equestria as a criminal. You have been charged with murder, armed assault," She started going down a long list that she had summoned. As she spoke, I formulated a plan.
Run like hell.
I turned and sprinted back into the house, where Hydra Wolf and Ditzy sat, wondering what exactly was happening. I heard the loud sound of royal guards clamoring after me. I ran past the two ponies in the room, grabbing my bow and quiver, but I didn't have enough time to grab my swords as when I tried, a spear lodged itself into the wall in front of me. I dashed towards the window and jumped, activating my helmet midway towards the window, then smashing through it headfirst. I rolled in midair until I hit the ground. I popped up to my feet, then cloaked and headed north as quickly as I could.



I ran until the sun was far below the horizon, and the moon was high in the sky. Ahead of me was the ruin of Valoran, a once flourishing hub of trade, now reduced to nothing more than dust and ashes.
Cracked earth crumbled under my claws as I slowed to a stumble near a cave full of mossy green plants.
"You look like shit." A gravelly voice said as an empty beer bottle rolled past my feet.