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// Prologue 
// Story: The Origin Chronicles Vol. 2 
// by SmokeShadow95 
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	The fire sat low in the pit. Embers glowed brightly in the depth of the flames. Cinders danced through the air, casting a light glow in the evening air. Beyond the fire sat a being. A dragon. His scales shone in the low light of the fire. His eyes cast on the others that sat with him. Six young fillies that gave him company now. 

“So, you are back to hear another story,” The dragon more stated than asked.

“We sure are,” Replied one of the young fillies. 

“Good,” The Dragon said, “Very good. I have one I know you will enjoy.”

The fillies quivered in their seats. Anticipation could be clearly seen in their eyes. As they shook and moved about the Dragon looked over them. He raised an eyebrow, and the fillies stopped moving. They knew that look. He had used it before. The fillies immediately took their final seats and planted their hooves down. The Dragon put a look of approval on his face and continued his story. 
He breathed life into the low flames before him. They came alive with a fury and flash. The flames danced their way around the pit, constantly flickering and crackling in the unspoken way of fire. The Dragon breathed life into the Smokelight spell and the fire stilled. Smoke rose from the fire and traveled up, far beyond the trees. With his words to guide them lights appeared within the smoke column. The flashed at the sound if his voice and took shape to his words. 

“Last time I had your company I told a grand tale of the heroic young dragon, Spike,” The Dragon started, “But his story did not end there. No, his story still had many more chapters to it. For now, I will tell you of his life years after he defeated the Dark Dragon King.”

The Dragon paused for a moment. He peered through the smoke and the flames to see the looks on the fillies faces. They were so eagerly waiting for him to continue. He supposed it was time his dramatic pause ended. This was the best crowd he'd had in  a long time. He did not want to keep them waiting.

“Young fillies,” He stated, “This is a story of adventure, a story of incredible magics, and a story of dark evil the like of which this world has never seen! Young fillies, this is a story of Spike, the Dragon Mystik.”