> A Growing Fire In My Heart
>  by Rated Ponystar
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> Chapter 1
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Dragons rarely change their ways. They were and still are the oldest creatures in the world that had gained sentience, once even being the most powerful of races before their empire’s decline. This all changed when Discord, the spirit of chaos, rose to power. All races suffered, including the dragons, who never recovered from his actions that tore their once mighty empire into nothing. 

From their fall however, a new race rose in power, the ponies of Equestria. With their mighty alicorn princesses, just as great in power as the strongest of dragons, they became the dominate power in the world with their unity. Many Dragons Lords tried to rise again and rule these ponies, but they were defeated each time in shame.

Since then, the dragon race has become nothing more than clans that sought battle, jewels, and power, only the power of the Dragon Lord keeping them from fighting each other in a civil war. Yet, a weak or narrow minded Dragon Lord has always prevented their race from evolving past their greedy nature. Ember swore a long time ago, upon learning the history of her people, that she would change things. She would create a new civilization for her people, one that they would be proud of. Their belief in strength alone was holding them back, they needed to use their brains if they were to ever rise from the ashes of their long dead empire. Ember knew she was smarter than most dragons, more ambitious than the lot of them. Even her father was no different than those he ruled.

So she swore, long ago, to use her smarts to change her people once and for all.

At long last, she could. She was the Dragon Lord. She could finally begin the plans she had dreamed of since she was a drake. Yet, she didn’t do this alone. She had a friend. 

And he was so much smaller than her. 

Ember stared at the scepter that she and Spike had fought all the other dragons for together. She still couldn’t believe that he had given it up for her. He could have been THE Dragon Lord, the ruler of all dragons. He could have guided them into whatever path he wanted. Instead, he trusted her, his friend, to guide them. 

She watched him talk to his friends, the ponies who helped raise him, and wondered what would have happened if she had never met this young and innocent drake. Drown for one thing, she thought grimly at the first time he saved her. It would have been a one way ticket to dragon heaven for her if not for him.

Ember watched him come forward along with his friends, Princess Twilight and Rarity, with a bright smile that made her blush for some reason. “So you’re leaving?” she asked, with a slight pain in her chest when she said this.

“Yup, but don’t worry! We can exchange letters and such!” said Spike with enthusiasm. “Plus, I might come over for a visit or two.”

“I’d like that,” said Ember, nodding. “Maybe I can come visit as well?”

“Of course! It would be an honor to have the Dragon Lord come visit!” Twilight said while flapping her wings in excitement. “Plus, we can finally learn from each other! I have so many questions about dragons that I really can’t wait to learn all there is about them!” The alicorn squealed as she clapped her hooves together with joy.

The sight of such behavior made Ember snicker. Ponies sure are weird. 

“I must admit, darling,” Rarity said as she stepped forward and raised her hoof. “I had my doubts about you, most dragons really. I’m glad that not all of you are like Garble.”

Ember frowned at first for even being compared to that idiot, but to be fair, she couldn’t blame her. Many dragons were of his mindset and she hoped to change that during her reign. It was about time dragons stopped being so obsessed with strength and brutality, and focus on becoming a respected and cultured civilization. Hopefully, she could do that with Spike and his friends helping her.

“It’s no problem, but I’m glad that somebody deflated his ego a bit,” she replied with a smirk.

“I take it you two were never friends?” asked Spike.

Ember snorted. “Our parents know each other, but Garble has always been a jerk; even by dragon standards. Most can’t stand him except for a few, but now that I’m Dragon Lord, he will have to obey me or else.”

“Just don’t be too rough, you don’t want to be like King Sombra,” said Spike.

“King who?” asked Ember, raising her head. 

“Never mind, I’ll tell you another time,” said Spike as he held out his claw. “It was nice meeting you, Ember. I know you’ll be a great Dragon Lord.”

Ember stared at the outstretched claw and bit her lip. This was it. A goodbye. She had given those plenty of times before. Yet this one saddened her so much and deep down she knew why. I don’t want him to leave, she thought. I just met him, and I don’t want him to go.

She wanted him to stay. She could order him to do so. She wanted him to stay and help her change the dragon lands... but she didn’t want him to leave because he was her first friend. 

Yet, could she really do that to him? Deny him his home and friends which he talked about with such happiness? No, I cannot do that to him, thought Ember as she gave a sad smile.

“I will miss you, Spike,” said Ember as she took his claw, but both their surprises, she brought him in for a hug. 

Both dragons blushed at the sudden contact of their scales touching each other, yet they both felt warmer than they had in years. Like a burning fire had just erupted into their hearts and the hug enkindled it. It was only their second hug, but it felt better than their first one. In fact, she loved it more than her first one. Okay, first rule as Dragon Lord? Hugs are legal.

Then something happened that she didn’t expect, and she was the one who did it. It took Ember even a second to realize it.

She kissed him on the cheek.

She could hear both ponies gasping at the sight, and for a second she wondered if she did something insulting in pony culture terms. He stared at her with his eyes widened not in hatred or fear, but surprise and... something else. A sparkle in his eyes that Ember couldn’t name.

She had no idea what possessed her to kiss him. Besides, it was just a quick peck on the cheek, nothing more. “Um, I have to go. Dragon Lord things and all... yeah.”

“Um, me too! Talk later?” asked Spike, nervously kicking a rock nearby.

“Yes! Definitely!”

“Great!”

“Alright!”

“Okay!”

“Good!”

“Right!”

The two dragons stared into each other eyes, before turning away as Ember flew off. She didn’t dare look back to see his reaction nor his friends. All she could ask herself was why in the seven dragon gods did she kiss him?

And why did she like it?

> Chapter 2
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It had been a few weeks since she became Dragon Lord and right from the start Ember had started changing things for her young reign. While she wouldn’t admit it in front of other dragons, letters filled with suggestions from Spike and Princess Twilight proved a big help with governing. She never realized just how smart ponies were and was even surprised that Spike, a little drake, matched them in terms of intellect. He wrote that living with Twilight meant you had to keep up with her in terms of education. While he would never surpass her, he was ahead of his peers and Ember admired that. Too many dragons focused on brawn than brains.

Thanks to their help, she had established a few new changes. One was the Council of Flames, where a representative from every clan would help her govern by having a say in what should be done for the best of every dragon and give her advice on what to do. In return, she would use her authority as Dragon Lord to help them with problems they were dealing; such as food shortage, clan disputes, or judging criminals. It was a busy workload, but she was up to the task. 

The second major thing she did was form the Scale Guards, a suggestion from Spike when he mentioned how Princess Celestia and Luna always had guards for them despite their power. Ember wasn’t the strongest dragon there was, she was still a teenager actually, and her father worried for her safety. More than one Dragon Lord had been killed before in history. 

This time Ember did choose the strongest and most dedicated dragons of all ages, both her age and older, to be her guards. She gave them ruby-red and obelisk-black armor to make them look fiercer and more intimidating. They were loyal to her, willing to die for her if need be. This would also be the first step to help building a royal army, but that would take a few hundred years to restore order and discipline as most dragons cared mostly for themselves.. Many of the other races were watching the Dragon Lands at all times in fear of another invasion of them. If Ember was ever to gain trust with the other lands, she would have to show civil changes before investing in military.

Besides these changes, and a few new laws, she had begun a project that Princess Twilight had been most helpful in assisting: the construction of a great library. Long ago, dragons did have libraries and castles until their great fall. Very few clans kept scrolls or books from those old days. Ember sought to educate the dragons once again, to make them smarter than the brutes they currently were, her second step being a school next to the library when it was completed. She choose Mt. Velca, named after the Dragon Goddess of Wisdom, as the place to build her library and she was overseeing the construction. The clans had agreed to lend their scrolls and books, provided it was completed first and protected, and Equestria was already planning on sending a mountain of books as a gift to their new alliance. In return, Ember promised to send a few of her Scale Guards near the borders of the Badlands to deal with some monster activity.

“A little higher!” shouted Ember as she guided a statue of the goddess up to the center platform that was being held by two large dragons. “Perfect, now drop!” 

A satisfying thud made her smile before checking her blueprints for the rest of the library. At the rate they were going, they would be finished in a year or so, but would have plenty of space to put in the books and scrolls for the dragons to read. 

“I still think this is all stupid.”

Ember sighed and glanced behind her where Garble, dressed in Scale Guard armor, was glaring at her with his arms crossed. “Yes, you have had said so about twenty times.”

“Why are you bothering with something as useless as a library? We should train how to burn our foes and raising an army! We need to show the world our might!” shouted Garble.

Ember rolled her eyes, thanking the gods she was Dragon Lord and not him. “Garble, there’s more to life than becoming strong and burning others. I’m trying to bring us back to the glory days. You’re just here to guard me, not complain like a crybaby.” She still hated the fact that she had to have the idiot as a guard, but he was a strong dragon for his age. That, and his father was very influential. For political reasons, she decided to make his heir a guard. Plus, it would be better to keep an eye on him this way instead of letting him do something stupid on his own. 

“This is all that stupid pony loving dragon’s idea, isn’t it?” asked Garble, snorting. “One has to wonder if you're not just some puppet for those pansy ponies in Equestria.”

Ember raised an eyebrow. “Those same pansy ponies who happen to have defeated us in war before? Multiple times? The ones who defeated and tamed the Spirit of Chaos, an enemy we couldn’t defeat who brought our downfall? The same ones that move the sun, moon and weather for all of us to live?” Garble blushed and grumbled something too soft for Ember to hear. “Maybe the reason they’re so much better than us is because they do something else beside fight and horde. Do you want us to be respected?”

“I want us to be feared!” shouted Garble, getting a few dragons glaring at him with hostility. Speaking up to a Dragon Lord was something few tolerated. “I want us to have glory like we once did.”

“And if you want that glory, you’ll follow me whether you like it or not,” growled Ember as she wielded the Blood Scepter. “I am your Dragon Lord. You will obey me and do as I command!”

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it,” muttered Garble as he walked away, stomping as hard as he could.

Idiot, thought Ember as she shook her head. Dragons like Garble she would have to deal with eventually, but she had bigger fish to fry. 

Just then a green flame like mist appeared and she quickly felt her anger leave her upon seeing a message from Spike. She smiled and quickly took the scroll that had appeared before her with glee. Opening it, she read with a smile on her face:

Dear Ember,

Sorry I couldn’t write to you this past week, but you will never guess what happened! I finally grew my wings! It was kinda painful and the process lasted all night, but I finally got them! I’ve been trying to learn how to fly with my friend, Rainbow Dash, but I don’t think it’s working. The crashed windows I had to help repair can be my testament to that... heh heh.

Rainbow Dash and Twilight think it might be due to the fact that dragon wings are structured differently from pegasi wings. Not to mention that pegasi are born with the instinctive knowledge how to fly in a basic form while we dragon's get them later as a sign of maturity (I’ve also grown up a lot from that little dragon you saw last time). As such, we think it might be best if I had a dragon to teach me so I thought maybe you could? I can come over and help with the library construction for a while and we would get a chance to hang out! I’ve missed you actually, and I hope you aren’t too busy as Dragon Lord to help me out.

Write to me as soon as you can,
Your Friend,
Spike

Ember was surprised. The fact that Spike had grown his wings so quickly was indeed a sign of growing up, but that they were grown at his age showed much maturity. Ember didn’t even get her wings until a few years older than him. 

The idea of seeing her friend again and teaching him began to excite her. She had started slowly getting more dragons as “friends” but she really wanted to see Spike more than anything. For a second, that kiss she gave him on the cheek appeared in her mind, but she pushed it away; the two of them just joking about it time to time and putting it past them. Or at least trying too.

Quickly requesting a quill and scroll, she began to write a reply:

Dear Spike,

I would be happy to teach you! Just come by the way you did when you entered the Dragon Lands for the call and I’ll have my guards escort you to me. Don’t worry, it won’t be Garble. I’ll make sure he’s far away from here when you arrive. 

It might take some time to teach you, so warn your friends about this before you come over. Don’t worry, you will be under my constant protection my friend.

Can’t wait to see you soon,
Your Friend,
Ember

She rolled the scroll and sent it away with a puff of blue flame, hoping that Spike would come soon.

A smashing sound made her turn to her left where a dragon was stuck between the floor and a fallen storage wall. Sighing, Ember went back to work, but with a bit of a smile on her face this time.

> Chapter 3
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When Spike arrived for his flying lessons, both dragons had been so overjoyed in seeing each other that the first thing they did was hug. This earned a few snickers from the other dragons, but one quick death glare from their Lord silenced them. The two friends spent their first day together catching up on things while also looking at the library under construction. Spike had also managed to bring some of the printed books that Ember had requested with more to come soon in the days to follow. Thankfully, Garble wasn’t there to mess things up as she had commanded him to go to the Badlands to provide back up in dealing with the monsters she promised her dragons would handle. A few battles would make his short attention span happy for awhile. 

The next day, she began training Spike on how to fly like a dragon. Spike was amazed by how much of a difference there was between a pegasus and a dragon’s flight style. For light pegasi supported by their magic, it was all about speed, while for dragons covered in heavy scales, it was about strength. The power that went into each flap was what kept a dragon from going too high or low, and there was a lot of moments when Spike flew too high in his lift off or not enough. She helped him judge his strength by giving him weights and a very narrow cave with a low ceiling. If he could take off and stop himself from reaching the ceiling by inches, he would pass his first test.

“I think I got this-OW!” shouted Spike as his head hit the ceiling for the twentieth time. He fell back down, the weights he had increasing his descent as he landed with a loud thud. “If I ever go back in time... again... I swear... I will have a long discussion the pony who discovered the rule of gravity.” He moaned as he got up and rubbed his head.

“If it helps, you’ve shown a lot of improvement since your first try,” said Ember with a smile. 

“You mean when I barely got off the ground and face planted? Yeah, big improvement,” muttered Spike as he rubbed his wings. “Well, at least this isn’t as bad as the time Rainbow Dash tried to teach me with the dizzatron.” 

“What’s that?” asked Ember.

“Something that would make any dragon puke for an hour,” moaned Spike. 

“Really? This sounds like something my kin would like to use to challenge each other in various ways.” She chuckled. “How about we take a break?” asked Ember, getting some waterskins and emeralds from her backpack. Spike took one and a few gems quickly before feasting on them and drinking half the water in one gulp.

“Ah, that feels so much better,” said Spike before letting out a tiny burp. “Oh, excuse me.”

Ember just smirked before gobbling her own emeralds and waterskin. A few seconds later, she unleashed a belch of her own that made the cave rumble.

“Woah,” said Spike, eyes widened.

“Heh, when you're raised by my dad, you pick up such things as habits,” said Ember as she sat down on a rock. 

“What happened to your mom, if you don’t mind me asking?” asked Spike, sitting next to her. 

“Don’t know, never met her,” said Ember as if it was no big deal. She grew a bit disturbed by the look Spike was giving her. “What?”

“H-how could you not know who your mother is?” asked Spike in disbelief. “Did she die?”

“I don’t know, my mother was just a mate for mating season. Not like it matters, she gave my egg to my dad and he raised me,” said Ember. She saw the confused and disturbed look she was getting from Spike and raised an eyebrow. “I take it you don’t know much about dragon mating?”

“Not really, no. I mean, aren’t they married?” asked Spike.

“What’s ‘married’? A pony thing?” asked Ember. 

Spike sighed and shook his head. “Okay, when two ponies, griffons, minotaurs or whoever really like each other, they take vows to be husband and wife. Anyway, they vow to be together and love each other for the rest of their lives and have kids together.”

“Oh, you mean a life mate,” said Ember, eyes widened in understanding. “We kind of have that but it’s different. When mating season comes, dragons fight for a mate and if any hatchlings come out of it, the one who was the dominating partner during the mating gets to keep them; male or female.”

“The other has no say? That seems kinda sad,” said Spike with a frown. “Don’t you ever wonder who your mother is?”

“... once or twice,” admitted Ember with a sigh, “but it wouldn't matter now.” She looked at her scales and wondered if the color came from her mother or father’s line. Did she inherit her smarts as well? She shook her head, trying to forget such things. “Anyway, a life mate is like what you said, but a dragon swears to be that other dragon’s mate now and forever. They cannot mate with another dragon and they both raise their eggs together. They can never be apart even in death.”

“You make it sound like if one dies, the other has to die with them,” said Spike with a laugh. When Ember wasn’t laughing, his jaw dropped. “No way...”

“They eat a certain rock called Stibnite. The surviving spouse lives his or her life for one more week before eating it and dies, but the method is painless. After that they are buried beside their life mate,” answered Ember.

“But... why would they kill themselves? I mean, some spouses who lose their loved ones find another,” said Spike.

“Because the bonding ritual used for a life mate connects the souls of the two dragons,” answered Ember. “One can feel what the other feels, even hear what they think if the bond is strong. It’s magical, and to have it shattered upon death is like slowly dying anyway. It’s more merciful to die and join your loved one then live without them and feeling half dead.”

Spike was quiet as Ember ate the rest of her gems. She didn’t think he would be bothered by such a thing, but she had to remember that he was raised by ponies. The thought that you didn’t have to die when your life mate died was weird in her mind. 

“I guess I can understand, but it sounds a bit scary,” said Spike, shivering. 

“I guess to anybody not raised the dragon way it would be,” said Ember as she brushed the crumbs of the gems off her chest. “So shall we continue?”

Spike nodded and soon got back into position. While he continued to practice, Ember couldn’t help but think back to his earlier question about her mother. She would admit that there were times when she wanted to ask her dad about who her mother was, but she never bothered. Did it even matter at this point? She was the Dragon Lord now. Yet...

“I did it!” Ember broke out of her thoughts as she looked up and saw Spike floating inches below the ceiling. She smiled and clapped her hands. “Great job, Spike. Lesson one complete! We’ll start lesson two tomorrow.”

He glided down to her side and hugged her. Even though he was a little taller to the point where he could reach her chest, she still felt like she was hugging a hatching. Again she felt her cheeks blush, but she didn’t mind it so often. She liked these hugs, it made her feel special for some reason.

“Hey, Ember?” asked Spike as he broke the hug. “I think you really should consider knowing who your mother is.”

“Why? It’s not a big deal,” said Ember but this made Spike frown as he rubbed his arm.

“... because I’ve always wondered who mine was,” said Spike, admittedly. 

Ember’s eyes widened as she remembered that Spike was never raised by dragon parents. Princess Twilight raised him after hatching him from an egg. She felt her heart crushed by this as she at least had her own father to have raise her. To have neither of your parents? That must have hurt.

“I’m sorry,” said Ember, looking down in shame. “I... guess I kinda acted a bit insensitive with my comments.”

“No, I’m not insulted. Twilight’s the one who raised me. I mean, I never call her ‘mom’ but she is like my guardian I guess,” said Spike with a small smile.

“Well, according to dragon tradition, since she hatched you that means she is your mother,” said Ember with a smile. Even with just their one meeting she could tell that Princess Twilight cared about Spike a great deal and visa versa. “You don’t know anything about your parents?”

“No, the only thing I know is that Princess Celestia’s guards found my egg in a smuggling operation,” said Spike, but this made Ember’s jaw dropped.

“You... you were stolen?!” shouted Ember as rage burned in her eyes. To steal a dragon egg was punishable by death in their lands, be it done by a dragon or not. Allowing your egg to be raised by a different dragon was fine provided it was with permission, and was practiced often if the mother or father believed their hatching would be better raised under a different parent. Sometimes it was even done as peace agreements between clans or if a dragon egg lost both their parents and another had to raise it. No dragon egg was to be left alone in their lands, it was almost a sacred law among all dragons. 

However, outright stealing an egg was one of the worst crimes you can do as the eggs were more important than anything a dragon had in his or her horde. Dragons would burn the world for their young and make sure the thieves were melted to the bone.

Seeing her anger, Spike quickly put his claws up. “It was over two hundred years ago, Ember! The ponies who did this died in prison a long time ago!”

Ember took a deep breath and calmed down. “Sorry, but the idea that some greedy pony outright took you away from your mother and father just...” she closed her eyes and began to think. After careful debate, she opened her eyes and nodded. “I’ll find them.”

“W-who?” asked Spike.

“You’re parents. I’m going to find out who your parents are.”

> Chapter 4
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Ember believed in the concept of keeping a promise. She had done so ever since her father promised to return from a battle against an invading behemoth army. He promised to return home alive and he did with many demon skulls to prove his worth. Ember believed that if one made a promise, one had to stick to it until the end. 

Her promise to Spike to find more information about his parents wasn’t a lie. Ember had sent messages out to every dragon in the kingdom in search for information. While she did this, Spike had managed to master the flight exercises she suggested. It would still take some time for him to fly like any other dragon, but he could now continue his training without her help. 

Yet, this made her sad. There was no reason now for Spike to stay in the dragon lands now that he had learned the basics. He was needed back at home to help with Twilight and her friends. He’d promised to stay a bit longer after their training so that he could at least wait until word of his parents had finally arrived.

He didn't have to wait long for the truth to come to light. Just as she feared, they were gone. They had died only a hundred years ago from old age; about four hundred years after Spike was found by Princess Celestia. A dragon egg without warmth from fire or a mother’s seating caused the egg to stay still and unmoving to time. 

For all those hundreds of years until Twilight accidentally hatched him with her magic, Spike had slept without a means to make him hatch. An egg could be frozen for 1000 years and even the most simple of warmth could hatch the newborn as if nothing had happened.

Ember watched as Spike placed a bouquet of flowers at the entrance of their cave tomb; forever sealed so their bodies could rest. She demanded that none of her guard follow them, wanting to give her friend the peace he needed to make with those that brought him into this world. 

“Hey... Mom... Hi... Dad...” whispered Spike, a small smile on his face as he looked up at the names of his parents that hung over the entrance. It was in draconic, the dragon language, and Ember had to translate it for him. “I wish that we could have met while you were still around... I would have loved to know about you both personally. I heard you were both warriors who fought in many battles against giant monsters and loved each other deeply... I wish I could have met you...” He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “I hope you're proud of me. I’ve done a lot of things for my age. I’ve even saved an Empire and almost became the Dragon Lord. Pretty cool, huh?” 

Ember bit her lower lip as a part of her wanted to just hug him then and there, but she resisted with all her might. She couldn’t interfere with this, even if she wanted to. Spike continued to talk to his parents as Ember stared at their tomb and her mind drifted to the conversation she and Spike had nearly two weeks ago. Is my mother also dead? Would she be proud of me as Dragon Lord?

She never thought about her mother. She was never around due to their customs of mating. Her father never spoke of her and he never once sought another mate. Yet the more she thought about her, the more she wanted to know her. I feel like a hatchling again, thought Ember with a slight smirk. It’s like I’m six years old again, waiting for Dad to tell me a story before I go to bed. I wanna know more...

Spike had often told her what it was like to be raised by Twilight as his mother. How she cared for him. Kissed him goodnight. Praised him for doing something nice while scolding him for doing something wrong. There was love in his words when he spoke about her. The love only a child would have for his mother.

My father loves me and I love him, yet it was always a harsh type of love filled with discipline ... but what does it feel to have a mother’s love? Thought Ember, closing her eyes and trying to imagine the feeling. Yet, she came up empty. He’s lucky... Ember stared at Spike as he laughed about something he did with the pets of his friends. He’s known what it’s like to have a Mom... 

And a part of her would trade her Bloodstone Scepter for that feeling. 

“... I promise I’ll come visit again someday,” said Spike, finishing his talk. He pressed his claw against their stone door and looked up at their names one more time. A tear dripped down from his cheek as he wiped it away. “Please watch over me.”

He slowly turned around and walked over to Ember who straighten up. She was about to open her mouth when he hugged her. She froze as her cheeks slowly turned red. This hug was... different. This was much different than the warm and cheery hug she always got. It was like she had just dived into molten lava that was cocooning around her in a protective and welcoming shell. Her heart wasn’t beating, but instead it felt like it was... singing. It was like roaring a breath of it’s own as Spike’s embrace made every scale in her body feel like it was enkindled with a spark from the gods themselves.

She didn’t know what to call this hug. Was it special? Something ponies did that Spike learned? 

“Ember... thank you,” whispered Spike as he broke the hug, much to her disappointment. However, the smile he was giving Ember made her dismiss her worries and she just smiled back. “I swear, I’ll pay you back for this some day.”

“Spike, I did this because you’re my best friend,” said Ember, reaching down and patting his shoulder. “And I always keep a promise. I just want to know if you’re okay?”

Spike nodded before glancing at his parents tomb. “I’m fine. In fact, I feel great. Sure, my parents are gone, but I think I know they would be proud of me. And I’m not alone. I got Twilight, my friends, and... I got you.”

“Yeah, I got you too,” said Ember, doing her best to hide her rose colored cheeks again. “A-Anyway, let’s head back. We got dinner cooking.”

“We’re not having meat again, are we?” asked Spike, looking a bit greener than usual. He had tried eating flesh for the first time, but it was clear that his time with ponies made him, and his stomach, weary of eating such things.

“I have a diamond and emerald soup ready for you,” answered Ember with a laugh. “Don’t worry.”


***


She found her father where he usually was at this time at night: staring into the stars on the top of their mountain home. Ember sat on top of his giant head and he didn’t even flinch as he continued to stare at the stars. It was said that the greatest of dragons were rewarded by the gods by becoming stars so that they could shine forever in the night sky. A way for those below to look up to them and revere them for their greatness. 

“Stars are really bright tonight,” said Torch.

“Yeah,” said Ember as she brought her knees closer and watched the stars twinkle.

“You going to be okay when your friend leaves for his home?” asked Torch, doing his best to hide his concern. Even though he was no longer Dragon Lord he still didn’t want to show too many “feelings” which made Ember roll her eyes.

“I’ll be fine, Dad,” answered Ember. “Spike and I will see each other again. We promised to do so.”

“Good,” answered Torch, huffing. “He’s a weird one. But he makes you happy so I guess he’s alright.”

Ember chuckled before clearing her throat and taking a deep breath. “Dad... what was my Mom like?”

There was a small shift in her seat before Torch found his voice. “You’ve never once asked me that question.”

“Because I didn’t care about it back then,” whispered Ember. She closed her eyes and thought back to when Spike was talking to his mother at her tomb. “Now I want to know.”

“... she was the only dragon I would have ever made my life mate,” whispered Torch, lowering his head in nostalgia. “She was smart like you. She was tough, wild... but she had a passion for learning and adventure. You’re more like her then me.”

“Why didn’t you marry her?” asked Ember, looking at her father straight in his eye. She saw him raise an eyebrow and she quickly corrected herself. “Sorry, I mean make her your life mate.”

“Because she had a dream,” answered Torch, sighing. “She wanted to see the world. Learn more about it. She craved adventure in her life. I could have demanded she stay and become my life mate, but I couldn’t do it...” He closed his eyes. “I... loved her too much to take her away from that dream. She promised me that she would always love me though. You are a product of that love. You are the one thing I have in this world that reminds me of her.”

“So... is she still alive?” asked Ember, bracing herself for such a reality.

“I don’t know,” answered Torch. “The last time I saw her was when she delivered your egg to me. She might be with the gods or she might still be adventuring. I don’t know. But I can tell you this.” A smile decorated his face. “She would be proud of you. Dragon Lord or not.”

Ember did her best to stop the tears threatening to overcome her, but one did slip. She managed to wipe it away before hugging her father who grumbled. “Oh hush. We’re having a moment.”

“Fine, but don’t tell anybody,” muttered Torch.

Ember just laughed as she continued to hug her father.

> Chapter 5
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Ember stared at the letter for the sixteenth time and bit her claws. It was sort of silly really. She had been the Dragon Lord for nearly a year, already making some tough decisions, and even argued with bigger dragons in shouting matches that shook the council’s cave. Yet, none of those were as worrying as the letter she had gotten today: an invitation to Spike’s Birthday a week and half from now.

And she had no idea what she was going to give him.

Birthdays for dragons weren’t that different from pony birthdays from what she’d learned. There was a celebration, food, games, presents, and laugher, though not as much decoration or sweets like in Equestria from what Spike described. There was also the fact that dragons only celebrated birthdays each hundred years, such as the one Ember had only three years ago. Ember wasn’t surprised that Spike, who was still under 20 as it turns out, was celebrating it the pony style since he among them.

Because of that, she still didn’t know what to give him. He was a baby dragon still despite his recent growth, but he was more mature than most dragons her age. He was even raised by ponies and believed in their customs and beliefs. Heck, he worshiped the pony Goddess, Fausticorn, instead of his own kind’s gods. 

Which is what lead her to pace around her throne room while being watched by her two friends, Aquafire and Blitz. The three of them had became friends recently, an outcome of influence Spike has left on her. Ever since Spike and Twilight taught her more about friendship, she decided to expand her list of friends by these two. Aquafire was one of the rare Waterborne Dragons from the shores of their lands in Oceanvale. They were dragons of a almost whitish blue coloration and could breath water instead of fire while having the skills to swim whereas most dragons drowned in water. Blitz was the oldest son and heir to the Blackjaw Clan, a clan that was known for hoarding obsidian and using it for making armor and weapons while trading it with other dragons for other resources. They were at first on guard about Ember’s offer to be friends, but slowly warmed up to it and now were happy to know the real her instead of the Dragon Lord.

“If you continue to pace like that you’re going to start digging into the rock,” said Blitz with an amused tone.

“Well, maybe if you could help me come up with an idea then I would stop panicking like this!” said Ember, growling. “What do I get him? He’s not like other dragons. Gems are just too common. Books he’s got plenty of. He doesn’t like meat so that’s out of the question. He’s too young to get any of the more adult gifts either.”

“Why not get him something ponies would accept as a gift?” asked Aquafire. “Maybe flowers or balloons or some kind of chocolate?”

“What’s chocolate?” asked Blitz, turning his head in curiosity.

“Some treat they use in parties. If we’re going I wanna see if the rumors of it tasting good are true,” replied Aquafire with a lick of her lips.  

“You don’t understand, this needs to be special!” shouted Ember. Sighing, she placed her claw over her face and growled. “Ugh, I got nothing.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far? I mean it’s not like he’s the Dragon Lord,” pointed out Blitz.

No, but he could have been. Ember glanced at the Bloodstone Scepter that was in it’s holster not to far from where she was pacing. To this day, she still didn’t feel a hundred percent right about being the dragon lord when Spike was the one who won fair and square. He could have been ruler of all the dragons, but he turned it down. No dragon she ever met would have done that. He gave it to me. Trusted me. The only reason I’m able to do all of this is because of him. 

“Nevertheless, Spike’s important to me. He’s my friend, and I want to show him my loyalty by giving him a good gift,” said Ember.

Aquafire’s eyes widened a bit and then narrowed while a sly smirk appeared on her face. “Well, if you're so serious and like him so much. Why not give him a Gods Blessing?”

Blitz snorted before laughing while Ember turned red as a ruby before knocking Aquafire on the head. A Gods Blessing was a special item that you only gave to one who you wanted as a life mate. It was a chain of all the stones that represented the gods with the center and biggest one being the birthstone of the one you loved. Giving this to them meant you were asking to be their life mate. 

“S-Spike and I aren’t like that!” shouted Ember.

“You’re face says otherwise,” chuckled Aquafire as she rubbed her noggin. 

Ember huffed. “Need I remind you that Spike is a baby dragon who hasn’t even reached fifty yet while I am a hundred and three. I may be old enough to be in love but not with him. Not unless you want me to look like some kind of sick pervert!”

“You could just be engaged with him. Nobody’s telling you to become mates, that can be when you get older,” said Blitz, shrugging. “I mean; my parents arrangement me to have a life mate when I was sixteen. Never met her, but when I turn two hundred I will.”

“I’m not putting him through it. I don’t love him... I...” Ember blushed upon thinking back to her first hug. “I just care about him.”

“Whatever you say, Princess,” said Aquafire, rolling her eyes and chuckling.

“You know I hate that nickname,” muttered Ember. “Anyway, getting off track. I need to think of a gift for him.”

“Well, here’s an idea. What does he like in general?” asked Blitz.

“Well, his friends, comic books, super heroes, knights, dancing, apple pie, his friend Rarity a lot, sleeping, cleaning, cooking, lances, and-”

“I got it!” shouted Blitz, snapping his talons. “Why don’t you commission my family to make him an obsidian lance? That should be a cool enough gift to give him.”

Ember’s eyes widened as the idea came to her head and she found herself falling in love with it. “Yes! That would be perfect! Spike has always said he wanted to learn to be a knight and they wield lances in battle. It’s perfect, Blitz! Thank you!”

“No problem, I just want to come to the party. Always wanted to see how ponies do celebrations,” said Blitz.

“Me too! I wanna see what chocolate will taste like!” seconded Aquafire.

Ember smiled and nodded. She was sure that Spike wouldn’t mind if she brought some friends of her’s over. It would be a perfect way to show how she was learning friendship and it might ease more dragon and pony relations.

Yup, nothing can go wrong!

> Chapter 6
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If there was one thing that Ember had to say about Equestria, it was certainly the greenest place she had ever seen. She had seen plants, trees, flowers and such before in her life, but never in such quantity, as if the place was one giant garden. A part of her wondered if it was possible to turn the dragon lands into such, but dismissed this since the volcanoes and rocky like dirt would make it impossible. Not to mention how difficult maintaining flammable flora would be around firebreathers.

Escorted by both her Scale Guards and the Royal Guards from Princess Celestia, Ember soon glanced upon the distant village of Ponyville from the hill she was flying over. Her friends, Blitz and Aquafire, were flying right beside her as she took a notice of the crystal-like castle Spike told her about. She licked her lips, resisting temptation to nibble on its tasty looking walls.

“Dragon Lord Ember,” addressed one of the pegasus guards flying nearby. “Princess Twilight has already alerted the town of upcoming dragon presence. She wishes to greet you in person on town’s borders and escort to the castle though, a precaution to make it easier for citizens to get more at easy in your presence..”

“A wise idea,” answered Ember. “We shall follow your lead, Corporal.”

The pegasus guard nodded and made his way down to the rendezvous point. Ember gulped, hoping to leave the best first impression when meeting with ponies. She clutched both her Blood Scepter and the wrapped lance that Blitz presented to her this morning. Stay calm. Don’t be nervous. You are the Dragon Lord. Not a hatching.

The group landed not to far from the town, where upon closer inspection they could see balloons, streamers, and the sound of music being played. It was so... energetic and happy sounding, her nerves fade a bit by just listening to it. 

Sensing her curiosity, the escorting guard said, “I’ve been in Ponyville a few times. All the parties there are made by the Element of Laughter, also known as one of the Councilmares of Friendship, Pinkie Pie. She’s never made a party one would dislike, or so  I’ve heard.”

“Ah, yes,” answered Ember, nodding her head. “I’ve heard about her. Twilight said she poses quite unexplainable… abilities. So I should just nod my head and not question them.”

“I wonder what they’re cooking?” asked Blitz, sniffing his nose in the air. “Smells good. I don’t suppose they’re cooking meat?”

A few of the pony guard's eyes widened, which made Aquafire roll her eyes and smack him on the shoulder. “Cut it out. Meat or no meat, don’t scare them.”

“It was just a joke,” chuckled Blitz. 

Ember ignored her dragons friends as she focused on what she was going to do for this party. Not only did she have to be at her best and most calm behaviour, but she also had to prove herself as a good friend to Spike and his friends. First impressions were everything after all, and she wanted to make sure this would be the first step to improving relations between ponies and dragons.

Soon enough, a familiar figure was flying towards the group along with another pony who seemed to be blue with the colors of the rainbow as part of her mane. Smiling, Ember stepped forward and shook hooves with Twilight upon landing in front of her. 

“Ember! It’s so great to see you again! Thanks for coming!” 

“Thanks for inviting me” replied Ember before she turned to the multi-colored pegasus. “Who's your friend?”

“Name’s Rainbow Dash. THE fastest pegasus in Equestria,” she said with a grin. “I’m pals with Twilight and the gang. Gotta say, been looking forward to meeting you since Rarity told me how you kicked Garble’s butt.”

“I take it you’ve met him?” asked Ember, already liking this pony’s attitude. 

“Yeah, but I know not all dragons are like him and his bunch of bullies. Plus, Spike seems to like you so any friend of his is a friend of mine,” said Rainbow Dash, holding her hoof out. 

Getting the message, Ember fist bumped and nodded. “I think he said you tried teaching him how to fly. If you want, we can fly in the air together and compare notes.”

“Sweet! Anytime and anyplace!” said Rainbow Dash with a competitive flare in her eyes. 

“As much as I’m sure it would be interesting to see and compare the differences in flight between your races, we have a party to attend and it just started,” Twilight interrupted.

“Of course, lead the way, Twilight,” said Ember, motioning for her guards and friends to follow the princess. 

“Yours bodyguards?” asked Rainbow Dash, motioning to the Scale Guards as they walked towards town. 

“Yes, but don’t worry. I made sure to pick the most levelheaded and disciplined ones around my height. Any of the older and bigger ones might have caused a few panic attacks,” said Ember. She then pointed at her dragon friends. “These two are my friends though. Blitz of Clan Blackjaw and Aquafire of Oceanvale.”

“Hi there,” greeted Blitz.

“Sup?” asked Oceanvale.

“Welcome to Ponyville,” greeted Twilight as they walked down what looked to be the main street. “I hope you all will enjoy it here.”

Looking around, Ember was surprised by how many ponies made up the small town. There seemed to be at least a hundred if not more that could live in this small community. Make you wonder what their cities are like?

Naturally, there were a few stares directed at them, mostly out of fear, as they passed by. A few females were ushering their little ones inside their homes. Some of them eased up when they saw the guards and Twilight Sparkle walking beside them without worry, but this was few in number. Seeing this, the young alicorn gave Ember an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I warned everypony about this a week ago, but I guess some are still too nervous.”

“It’s okay. I kinda expected this,” answered Ember.

“Eh, it’s not so bad. At least they aren’t hurling spears at us,” said Blitz, waving to a little filly who stared at him with wide eyes. 

“Has your assistant had to go through something similar?” asked Aquafire.

“Thankfully, no. At least not in Ponyville,” answered Twilight with a smile. “I think it had to do with the fact that Spike was no bigger than a colt when we first moved here. No offence, but you guys look like you can all take down Big Macintosh with one arm behind your back.”

“Yeah, I’m still amazed Fluttershy was able to befriend him despite her fear of dragons,” added Rainbow Dash.

“Another friend of yours?” asked Ember, trying to remember which one this was. Something about kindness and animals.

Nervously, Twilight nodded. “Y-yes. Fluttershy has a terrible fear of dragons. She’s currently hiding in her home right now. She does offer her apologies though.”

The group soon arrived at the gates of the castle. The dragons couldn’t help but be impressed by the sight of it up close, not to mention the large amount of party decorations that were added onto it. There had to be dozens of streamers, hundreds of balloons, and banners showing images of Spike. Interesting enough there was also a banner that said “Welcome Dragons To Ponyville!”

“Cool,” admitted Aquafire with a quick nod. “Remind me to hire this Pinkie Pie pony for my next 100th birthday if she’s still around by then.”

“Sure thing! I’ve never done a dragon party in the dragon lands before!” shouted Pinkie Pie from behind which made all the dragons flinch.

“H-how did she get past us?” asked one of the Scale Guards in confusion.

“Oh, I was always there. Here, there and everywhere really!” said Pinkie with a smile. She then pulled at a cannon, frightening the very dragon she was aiming as his legs started to share, but instead of firing cannonballs or gunpowder, it was confetti and balloons that flied out. “Welcome to Ponyville, Dragons! Come inside and have a good time!”

And just like that she skipped and hopped into the castle, leaving a stunned group of dragons with quite a few questions.

Twilight giggled and raised her hoof. “To answer what I know is going through your heads. Yes, she is like that all the time. No, we don’t know how she makes things appear and disappear without question. And finally, just think in your heads “It’s Pinkie Pie” and that will keep you sane.”

“Um, okay...” said Ember.

“Oh, and if Pinkie Pie says something about Pinkie Sense, listen to it. Like if your life depends on it,” pointed out Rainbow Dash before guiding the dragons to the castle.

“Pinkie Sense?” whispered Blitz.

“Just roll with it,” whispered Ember back.


***


After a brief introduction by a speaker, Ember found herself the center of attention when every pony in the main room looked at her. There was a few moments of silence before a familiar voice cried out her name. Rushing through the crowd, Spike, a few inches taller than the last time she saw him, nearly tackled her in a hug which made her blush and smile at the same time. “I’m so glad you made it!”

“O-Of course! Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” said Ember. 

She then pointed to her other friends. “This is Blitz and Aquafire. Friends of mine that I’ve come to know.”

“Nice to finally meet the hatching that softened Ember’s cold exterior,” said Blitz with a smile when Ember glared at him.

“It’s an honor to meet you. Ember’s told us a lot about you,” said Aquafire.

They shook claws as soon the awkward moment faded and ponies went back to the party. “So what do you want to do first? Meet some other friends of mine? Go to the dancing room? Try some food and drinks? Play a few games?”

“Personally, I could use a bathroom,” answered Blitz. “I’ve been holding it in all flight.”

“And I wanna see if I can try this chocolate you ponies have,” said Aquafire.

Pinkie appear behind the two, scaring them once again, as she joyfully stated, “You’re in luck! Both happen to be next to each other! Follow me!” Without a word of protest, the two dragons were dragged off by the party pony. 

Ember shook her head in amusement before remembering what she had in her one claw. “Oh, right. I have a gift for you.”

Spike took it into his claws and grinned. “Wow, I wonder what it is? Can’t wait to open it after the cake.” He then grabbed her claw and gave her a smile that made her heart flutter a bit. “Come on! We got so much to do and so little time! I wanna show you the best party ever!”

All Ember could do was smile as she was dragged away by the smaller dragon with smirks on Twilight and Rainbow Dash’s lips upon seeing such a sight. 

> Chapter 7
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Ember didn’t think she would have so much fun at a party for ponies, but she was having the time of her life. When Spike told her Pinkie Pie was an extraordinary party planner, he wasn’t kidding. The games were fun, if a bit childish, the food was satisfactory, with some really tasty gem-like deserts that the dragons had to have the recipes for, and best of all, she was spending time with her best friend in the world.

Once the ponies saw Ember mingling and enjoying herself, the fear and caution that they had seemed to slip away. They started introducing themselves, asking questions, and even competing against her in games. “I didn’t imagine things would go so well,” said Ember as she ate another slice of ruby and sapphire chocolate cake. “Nor did I think I’d find my new favorite snack here.” 

She wasn’t the only one as Aquafire had finally managed to taste chocolate and was already having her sixth helping of it. In fact, even her guards were enjoying themselves with the pony guards such as comparing the differences in their duties and sharing adventures. Spike looked around, seeing the interaction alongside her, before giving her a big smile. “I told ya this town would accept dragons.”

“Guess you were right again,” chuckled Ember. “I should learn to stop betting against you.”

“It was really great of you to come, Ember,” said Spike as he and Ember walked around the party floor, accepting thanks and well wishes. “In fact, meeting you here helps my cause a lot more.”

“Cause?” asked Ember.

“Well, awhile ago, I went to the Crystal Empire and met a changeling,” Spike answered and quickly raised his claw. “Relax, he’s a friendly one. It took some persuasion, and a few crazy events, but he became accepted among the crystal ponies. Later on, he helped save Equestria with some other friends of mine from Queen Chysalis and is now the leader of his people.”

“Is he here?” asked Ember, looking around. She had never seen a changeling before, but she had heard of them. Due to the size of the average dragon it was hard for them to change into their shape and size. That didn’t stop them from invading into lands to steal their treasures from time to time. While most of her advisors would caution against meeting such a creature, if Spike said he was good then Ember was willing to give him a chance.

“Sadly no, he’s busy at the Crystal Empire helping build relations with the crystal ponies,” sighed Spike. “But he did give me a nice present and promises to visit soon.”

“You seem to make friends with everyone, huh?” asked Ember with an amused look as a blush appeared on Spike’s cheeks.

“Well, when you live with the Princess of Friendship it kinda rubs off on ya,” answered Spike. He then looked into the direction of the dance floor where the DJ was playing a remix song that had everypony shaking their tail or stomping on the floor in sweaty yet energetic fun. “So, you wanna dance?”

Ember froze upon hearing those words. “D-dance?”

“Yeah, something wrong?” asked Spike.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Ember let out a great big sigh. “I... I’m not a good dancer... it was one of those things that I... have a few embarrassing memories of...”

“Well, at least you got to dance with other dragons. Trying to dance on two feet while most of your partners have four is kinda hard,” chuckled Spike before he took Ember’s claw with his own. “Come on, it will be fun.”

Despite her brain telling her not to do it, she couldn’t help but look into those green, pleading eyes that held such warmth. A small smile decorated her lips. “Alright, just for a bit though.”

She was nearly dragged into the floor where Spike managed to find a place for them that had decent space. He stared off by shaking his hips around with his arms raised in front of him, moving them left to right while his tail flipped to the beat. Ember follow suit with her head bobbing up and down while her tail did the same. 

They exchanged simple, yet fun, moves until the music suddenly changed to that of a slow tune. Both Spike and Ember froze upon hearing it and looked around to see a few pony couples holding hooves and dancing to the soft song that was playing. Ember could feel her scales turning red from embarrassment as she turned to the corner of her eye where she could see Blitz and Aquafire snickering at the sight with Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight Sparkle.

Oh, if I find out this was intentional...

“Heh, guess we better go with the flow, huh?” asked Spike, rubbing his toes in the ground with a shy smile.

“I guess...” Ember whispered as the two dragons inched closer and held claws. Ember tried to remember what she was supposed to do next, but before she could react Spike was already two steps ahead of her. 

He placed her claw on his shoulder while he placed his around her waist. Their free claws were intertwined and pointing outward as Ember looked down at the smiling dragon. “Since I got more experience, I’ll lead. Just relax.” 

Ember nodded and allowed Spike to take control of the dance. The two of them slowly moved across the floor, the music guiding Spike as the two dragons stood taller than most of the other ponies. For Ember, all she could do was keep staring at those big, green, and excited eyes. As they continued to dance nothing else seemed to matter in the world but the two of them.

But all good things come to an end. 

Spike’s eyes turned away from her just as the song ended, as well as the dance, and his eyes grew with even more excitement. “Rarity!” he shouted as his touch left Ember and broke her out of the mood. She watched with confusion and then with slightly opened eyes as he hugged a white unicorn with saddlebags. A hug she had only seen him give to her originally. 

It took her a few moments to recognize this was the unicorn that had accompanied Spike to the Dragon Lord summoning. The dressmaker one named Rarity. 

“I didn’t think you would make it with you still being in Manehatten and all,” said Spike with joy in his tone.

“Oh, how could I miss my favorite Spike-Wikey’s birthday,” she said nuzzling his cheek. 

For some reason, Ember clenched her claw and slowly made her way out of the dancing area as the two friends talked. She needed some punch.
> Chapter 8
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“Hit me again!”

“I think you’ve had enough,” said the punch pony as she pointed to the sixteen cups that were in front of the Dragon Lord.

“I said, hit me again,” repeated Ember, adding in a low growl for extra measure. The punch pony nodded and quickly gave her another glass of the sweet fruity liquid. Ember took it and drank it in one gulp. Ugh, why hasn’t anybody spiked this yet?

“You know, I’d be more worried if that was actual alcohol in it.” Ember turned around to find Aquafire smirking at her as she walked up and ordered a soda. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not!” shouted Ember, blushing wildly as she turned away and began to walk to a secluded corner. “I just... don’t like that mare...”

“Do you even know her?” asked Aquafire, following her with a drink in claw.

“Yeah, Rarity. Some dressmaker and a friend of Spike’s,” answered Ember, leaning against the wall and glaring at the white unicorn, who was currently laughing with Spike next to their other friends. “He talks about her all the time. I don’t like her because she sounds like a stuck up, fru-fru girl. You know I hate those types.”

“Yes, I can see that,” said Aquafire while calmly sipping her soda. “Or maybe you don’t like the fact that she’s very close to Spike. Especially the way he looks at her with such love-struck eyes.”

“Damnit, Aqua! I am not-” 

Aquafire held out her claw and stopped the Dragon Lord. “I know you say you aren’t, but you have to admit you’re radiating that kind of vibe. Now let’s say, hypothetically, he and this Rarity pony get together. How does that make you feel? Be honest.”

Ember lowered her head. She wanted to say it would mean nothing to her. Whoever Spike got together with wasn’t her concern. So why aren’t I just saying it? She thought, biting her lip and clenching her claws. Why did it matter to her so much? Ember knew what Aquafire wanted her to say, but she wouldn’t admit it. Spike was a friend. A good friend. Her first true friend. 

She valued that friendship more and more as time passed between them. For the longest time, her father was the only one she cared about and she grew to distrust anyone else. Spike opened her mind, and her heart in a way. 

“Look, let’s say, hypothetically, I did care about Spike in the way you’re suggesting,” muttered Ember while lowering her head. “Ignoring the fact he was raised by ponies and knows nothing of dragon courting. Ignoring the fact he’s way younger then me... I still wouldn’t do it.”

“Why? You’re the Dragon Lord and you are close to him. I’m not saying you love him, it’s not that far yet, but you do care a great deal about him. More so than about any of the other male dragons our age,” pointed out Aquafire as she went over to her friend and put her claw on her shoulder. “Why don’t you want it to be more?”

“... Because I’m still learning what it means to be a friend,” whispered Ember, sighing. “I’ve... never done this before in my life. History, fighting, fire breathing, ruling, commanding? I’ve known that since birth. Friendship and relationships? Totally new to me. I’m still learning this whole thing and Spike has been the center of that. I fear If I do anything to change that, I risk losing that friendship and that’s the last thing I want.”

“It really means that much to you?” 

Ember looked into Aquafire’s eyes. “If I had to choose between being a Dragon Lord or being Spike’s friend, I’d pick the second choice any day. And I’d do the same for our friendship. As well as Blitz.”

Aquafire raised an eyebrow and asked, "Really? Even if it means letting Garble become the Dragon Lord and bringing our nation to ruins?"

“Let's not get carried away,” chuckled Ember.

Aquafire didn’t say anything, but the small wideness in her eyes made Ember see that she wasn’t expecting her to say that. To her surprise, the water dragon got on her knee and smiled before bowing. “You honor me, Dragon Lord. I swear to always be your friend from here until death itself takes me.”

With a small smile, Ember helped her friend up and nodded. “Look, I’ll stop acting jealous and join the party. Thanks for talking with me.”

“No problem. Now let’s go shake our tails on the dance floor and show ponies who really got the best moves.”

“In a minute... I need to use the bathroom after drinking all those cups of punch.”


***


Soon enough it was time for the cake and gifts. Ember and her dragon friends stood side by side with Spike’s friends as the giant cake with green and purple frosting was brought in. After singing the birthday song while learning it at the same time, the cake was distributed between the guests for a quick snack before getting to the presents. 

Ember had been flipping her tail back and forth as she watched Spike open each birthday present one by one, her own getting closer and closer with each passing second. Her claws were sweating and her left foot was thumping the ground over and over again. Please like it. Please like it. Please like it. 

Finally, he came to her gift. He looked at it curiously before opening it and gasped at the obsidian lance. He wasn’t the only one as many of the guards looked at it in admiration, or, in the case of some like Rarity and a few other girls, were in awe at the obsidian itself.

“Woah, Ember. Did you make this?” asked Spike with a growing smile.

“I actually commissioned it. Blitz’s family are great smiths so I had them-oof!” she was interrupted when Spike hugged her. Feeling his warm embrace, she soon turned silent and just hugged back. Oh, I love this.

“Thanks, Ember! I really am thankful. Lances are the coolest looking weapons, really hammer in the whole “knight in shining armor” thingy I often dreamed about… Speaking of which, I can have Shining Armor give me some lessons how to use it.” He chuckled. “I just got that image of me riding Twilight into fight against some sort of villain, only for us to crash because of my bigger weight,” said Spike, hugging even tighter. “Thank you!”

“T-thanks for having me over,” said Ember, hugging back. She saw the smiles they were getting. It was a big improvement from the fear and distrust they had given earlier. I guess this is really going to improve relationships between our races.

“Dragon Lord Ember! Dragon Lord Ember!”

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard her name and looked up. Ponies made way as a worried looking black-scaled dragon in armor rushed over. She didn’t recognize him from the group of guards she had brought for the party. “I bring a message, Dragon Lord,” he said while bowing to her.

With a heavy sigh, she growled a bit before ending her hug with Spike and addressing the guard. “I thought I said that I wasn’t to be bothered with any matters of home until I returned. That meant no messengers sent.”

“I know, but your father-”

“My father?!” Ember groaned and shook her head. “Could you just tell him I’m fine and he doesn’t need to worry about me. I’m having a good time. It’s not like a group of dragon hunters are out there ready-”

“Dragon Lord!” said the guard with more urgency. He got up and took off his helmet before holding it to his chest. “You’re father didn’t send for me... I am here to tell you that shortly after you left for Equestria your father...” He took a deep breath. “You’re father was found dead in his cave. I’m sorry, but he has passed away in his sleep.”


> Chapter 9
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Dragon funerals were normally not long nor attended by many. Usually it was just those closest to the deceased, or an entire clan, with a simple farewell and then into the tomb the body went. When a current or former Dragon Lord died it was a different story. Ember had never seen so many dragons in her life, but she could tell you who was from what clan and who wasn’t. It was something her father drilled into her head all the time. 

She watched from her high point on the rocks as her father’s body, carried on a giant slab of white marble, was carried by his former advisors into the tomb made for him. The area they were in was one of the places where green could still flourish with flowers, forests, and glowing white gems that were forbidden to eat or touch. They belonged to the spirits of the dead to feast on for when they arrived in the afterlife with the gods there to greet them.

The Valley of The Fallen Lords was its name, and Ember had only been here once. It was shortly after she became the Dragon Lord. When a new Dragon Lord was crowned, they picked a spot in the valley for their future tomb. Her father showed her his and told her that this was to remind them that even though they were Dragon Lords, they were not gods. Everyone dies one day; even the so called immortal Princesses of Equestria were to pass on one day. 

Ember wasn’t an idiot. She knew her father was old… but her heart was doing everything it could not to cry. Her father was the only family she had in her entire life. He had been there for everything, and although he never outright said it, he loved his daughter more then anything in the world. Sometimes she didn’t believe that when they fought, one time in particular where she let her anger get the best of her and nearly killed a dragon her age in a fight. Ember declared that she was defending their family's honor. Yes, her father stated that she let some bully get under her skin. She said she hated him and ran to her room, only for one of his advisors, currently carrying him to his grave, to come to her. 

It was then that he told a story that Ember carried close to her heart; even now she could echo it clearly in her ears. When she was just a hatching, she got really sick and nearly died. Her father ordered every healer, every potion, and even ordered his dragons to get help from outside their borders to cure her. He never left her side, and prayed for her recovery. And she had never once seen him pray in his entire life. Ember knew after learning this that her father did truly love her. 

She would never forget the pride in his eyes when he saw her carrying the Bloodstone Scepter. Torch had been there to guide her, advise her, and be her voice. She worried at first that he would be against her plans to modernize their people, instead he was her fullest supporter. She believed her father would be there for another hundred years or so, hopefully one day see grandchildren of his own.

Now he was gone and Ember wanted nothing more than to hold her father and cry, but even now, on this day when she should be sad, she had to play politics. Everyone needed to see her be strong and resilient. She couldn’t cry for her father, not yet. She had to keep this mask of no emotions when she wanted nothing more than to tear it off. 

Suddenly, she felt a claw wrap around her own. Holding it and squeezing it tight. She turned to her right and saw Spike looking up at her with tears in his eyes and a small smile given to her. That one look. That innocent look that said “It’s okay, I’m here” was enough to let her let out one tear. A single tear that she didn’t give a damn if anyone saw.


***


With the funeral over, it was time for everyone to go back to their lives. Ember requested that she be alone for a few hours in her room; even to the point of requesting her guards leave the area. Alone at last, she tossed away the scepter in her hand, fell onto her beds, and let everything loose. She screamed, cried, and even burned her room. All while shouting and cursing up a storm that would make any dragon wince.

Ember never cursed the gods before, but now all she wanted to do was tell them to go screw themselves. More than anything she wanted this to be a dream. Even a nightmare was fine. If only she could wake up and rush to her father, seeing him alive and well. If only she had her mother here to hug. She wasn’t there, or at least not that Ember could see. Ember hoped she was dead because if she wasn’t and didn’t come to her father’s funeral she would punch her lights out, size be damned. 

She didn’t know how much time had passed before the door to her room opened. She was about ready to scream an order to be left alone when she saw him. Spike closed the door and slowly walked up to her without a sound. If Ember had the strength she would have blushed for the state she had made of herself and her chambers. It was not fitting for a Dragon Lord to look like this.

However, Spike didn’t look at her like a Dragon Lord. He looked at her like a child who just lost her father. More than anything she wanted one of his hugs, and she got her wish when his arms wrapped around her waist. It was so weird. She was the older one, the smarter one, and the more mature one. Yet, she was crying on his chest like he was the adult here. 

Gods, I feel pathetic, she thought as she let loose her tears. 

Even when the tears finally ended, she didn’t change her position. She wanted to be in this embrace forever. It was like a shield that protected her from the reality that her father was dead, but it couldn’t last forever. Yet Spike never stopped hugging her. He never let go. 

When she finally did, Ember wiped her eyes and chuckled. “Sorry, guess I’m a little… over emotional today.”

“It’s alright, considering…” Spike cut himself off, but Ember put a claw on his shoulder.

“My father is dead,” said Ember, which felt like a dagger in her heart upon saying that. “You don’t need to mince words, Spike.” 

“I just wish there was something I could do,” whispered Spike, looking down. “I’ve… never lost anyone. So I don’t know…”

“You being here? That was more than enough,” whispered Ember, looking down as well. “Aquafire and Blitz had to be with their clans for this ceremony. Dragon funerals are private affairs so non-dragons couldn't join like your friends in Ponyville. You could have even stayed for the rest of your birthday party. Instead, you… you stayed by my side. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.”

The two of them smiled at each other as some of the darkened mood slowly faded from the room. The two of them inched closer, but were interrupted by knocking. “Dragon Lord Ember? Silverback wishes to speak to you.”

“Tell him I’ll speak to him later,” said Ember, shaking her head.

“Silverback?” asked Spike.

“One of my father’s advisors when he was Dragon Lord. Kinda like an uncle to me in a way,” whispered Ember before the knocking continued. “I said I wanted-”

“He told me to tell you something: Regnar.”

Ember’s eyes opened before she turned to Spike and then the door. “I understand. I’ll meet him in my throne room alone.”

Spotting Spike’s raised eyebrow, Ember answered, “My father had a code word for if there was ever an emergency that was life or death and needed to be addressed. I knew of it since I was his child and his advisors did as well. Regnar was the Last Dragon Emperor before Discord ruined our once great Empire.”

“Let me come with you,” said Spike, getting up with her.

“No, this is… this is something I have to do, Spike. I’m sorry, but it’s Dragon Lord business,” replied Ember as she took her scepter and made for the door. She paused and turned around, “I’ll be back.”

Spike nodded as she opened the door and left.


***


Ember was both worried and curious as to what would make Silverback want to summon her for a life or death situation. Especially right after her father's funeral. The only time she could ever recall hearing it was when she was with her father, learning her numbers, and one of his other advisors said the code word. He left immediately afterwards to face, as she learned later, a Xixecal on the borders of Glacier Fields in their territory. When Ember became Dragon Lord, she kept up her father’s tradition of keeping the code word just in case. To have Silverback say it, right after her father’s death, only made her mind worry.

She saw him upon entering the throne room. Like his namesake he was a pure silver dragon, though his scales had gotten duller as the years went by. He held great wisdom in his wrinkled face, but a carrying gaze upon seeing her. “Oh, Ember. I’m so sorry… your father will be remembered as a great Dragon Lord.”

“And I will remember him as a great father, Uncle Silverback,” replied Ember as she flew up to his giant face and hugged his nose. She then asked, “Why did you call for me in private?”

Silverback’s face turned into a serious frown as he growled. “Your father... how did he die?”

Ember tilted her head. “He died in his sleep. He was very old.”

“Yes, old, but not that old. Your father was younger then me and yet I’m still kicking?” asked Silverback, shaking his head. “No, child. Your father did not die in his sleep. Not by any natural causes.”

Eyes widening, a dark pit began to from in Ember’s stomach that soon gave into a fiery inferno as she huffed, her nostril spitting fire out. “Are you saying… that my father… was murdered?”

Silverback was silent for a bit before he closed his eyes and sighed. “Your father was poisoned… a week ago with Stibnite.”

The scepter fell from Ember’s claws as she stared at her uncle figure, barely able to fly. “... how?”

“It was in his wine,” whispered Silverback. “He felt the effects on the first day afterwards and knew he was doomed. Naturally, he and I tried to find the cup giver only to learn he was found dead in a canyon.”

“But why?! Father was a great Dragon Lord! Everyone loved him!” shouted Ember.

“Yes they all loved him… but not all love you,” whispered Silverback as he gently took Ember into his giant paw and held her. “There are some, a small but powerful number, of dragons who do not like what you are doing. Because you are the Dragon Lord, and because you wield the Scepter, they cannot go against you, at least not directly, but they can hurt you. They went after your father to get to you. He realized this and told me to keep this from you until he died so you can avenge him with your enemies not knowing what you know.”

Ember began to shake, from rage or horror, she did not know. But one thing was for sure. Her father was murdered. Murdered by those against her. She could think a few names, including Garble’s father, but how many were there? How deep did this go?

“He should have told me…” whispered Ember, clutching her claws. “I should have known…”

“He didn’t want you to worry,” said Silverback. “He loved you so much that he did everything to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection! I need my father!” shouted Ember, before unleashing a flame at Silverback who took it in stride. Taking deep breaths, she closed her eyes and did her best to calm down. “They will pay. I will make them all pay. I will burn the dragon lands if I have to for my father to be avenged!”

“And I will do everything I can to help you,” whispered Silverback. “We must find allies to join us in this and find out who is behind this.”

Ember nodded. Now things are going to get hot around here...

> Chapter 10
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Learning that her father had been murdered was enough to get Ember out of her depressed state and replace it with anger and a passion for justice. Silverback and her were the only ones at first to know the truth, but after forcing the other advisors of her father’s reign into questioning, she soon had them as allies. Aquafire and Blitz’s clans swore their service as well when she told her friends and they told their clans. She had them silently question other clans in the area to see who was with and against her.

Most, to her surprise when they reported back, were honored to have her as their Dragon Lord and trusted her. A smaller group was unsure about her methods, but more curious than anything since she had shown positive results so far in leadership. However, there was a group of clans that hated her changes, believing them to be weak and against tradition. The only thing keeping them from rebellion was the fact that she was THE Dragon Lord and had to obey. 

“As long as you hold the scepter, they can’t touch you,” finished Aquafire as she, Blitz, and Ember sat in small hidden chamber designed for secret meetings. Placing her notes on the black iron table they sat at, Aquafire looked worriedly at Ember who stared at a copy of them. “What are we going to do?”

Ember didn’t answer. She had no proof that any of these traitor clans had taken any action against her, nor did she know if they were behind her father’s death. Furthermore, even though she could have them answer her questions with the Bloodstone Scepter, there was a flaw to the Scepter’s powers. You had to be in the actual presence of the Scepter to be controlled by it, and while she could summon the clans it could have them react with suspicion. That could force them to run away or enact other plans to hurt those close to her such as ally clans or even Equestria. 

Spike and his friends had no idea of the problems she was dealing with at the moment. She didn’t want them to get involved in fear of endangering them. This was her problem, and as the leader of the dragons she had to deal with it. 

“Who is the most likely clan to be the head of all this?” asked Ember. If she could find the head of this all, she could start from there.

“Three I can think of,” answered Blitz, raising his talons. “Clan Lavamist has always desired to have a Dragon Lord from their family and hate any who isn’t related to them. Clan Blight still hasn’t forgiven your father for executing their heir about two hundred years ago. Hell, I think some of them were smiling at his funeral. And finally, Clan Redskull.”

“Garble’s clan,” muttered Ember, growling. They were the most traditionalist out of all the clans and had been very vocal in their dislike for her changes. It’s head, and Garble’s father, had obeyed her so far, but was his loyalty just a farce? There was also the problem with Garble. What if he was a spy?”
“There has to be a way to see who's behind all this or at least get an idea of what their future plans are,” replied Ember, rubbing her chin. 

“Maybe you can use the scepter to force Garble to tell you?” suggested Blitz.

“I doubt it. Even Garble’s father knows his son is an idiot and could spill the beans. Chances are he knows nothing,” pointed out Aquafire. 

“Even so, maybe I should try it,” replied Ember as she got up and took her scepter. “He’s guarding my chambers tonight. I’ll confront him about this and make sure he’ll stay quiet about it.”

“I need to head back to my family,” replied Aquafire, as she got up and turned to Blitz with a smile. “You wanna stop by the lava rocks later for some fun?”

“Sure, mind if I grab a few friends? The more the merrier, right?” asked Blitz with a smile.

“Ugh, sure,” replied Aquafire, frowning just as he turned around and left. “Idiot.”

“Just tell him already,” replied Ember, snickering much to Ember’s embarrassment. “I don’t question your choice. He’s a good guy, but you realize that you’ll get nowhere in a relationship if you don’t tell him you like him.”

“I can’t and you know it,” muttered Aquafire, sighing. “He’s already got a future mate. I just want to spend time with him before he has to be a life mate to her when he’s two hundred.”

“You got another one hundred years, you’ll be fine,” replied Ember, shrugging. “Plus, I could always be the one to have you two married.”

“Married?” asked Aquafire, as if the word was alien to her.

“Sorry, pony term Spike taught me,” replied Ember.

This made Aquafire smirk. “And what are you going to do with your feelings for Spike?”

Ember sighed. “I don’t know... look I get it. I got something for him, but he’s too young! He’s-” She stopped. “Look, I’m too old for him. That’s it.” She made her way for the door. “I’m going to find Garble, have fun with Blitz.”

***

She didn’t have to wait log for Garble to arrive at his post. She toyed with her scepter for a bit while pondering what questions to ask. Garble wasn’t the smartest of the bunch, but he was a good fighter. If he exposed himself as a spy, and he saw an opportunity, he could take her down. She only barely managed to beat him last time during the trial. He was also the only one to technically know that Spike was the true Dragon Lord, but gave it up for Ember. She used the Bloodstone Scepter to keep him quiet on that just in case. Never before had a dragon willingly gave up the Scepter and title to another dragon and it might cause some to doubt her leadership. 

When she finally had the right questions, she rang the bell in her room and Garble entered, dressed in his armor. “What do you want?”

“Is that how you address your Dragon Lord?” asked Ember, raising an eyebrow.

Sighing, Garble got on his knee. “How can I serve you, Dragon Lord Ember.”

Wielding the scepter, she activated it and its aura shined in front of a confused Garble. “I want you to tell me what you really think of me. From your deepest of hearts.”

Garble raised an eyebrow to this, but snorted. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Getting up, Garble crossed his arms and looked at her with a deadpan expression. “You know, I’m flattered you like me and all Ember, but you’re not my type.”

“W-what?!” shouted Ember, blushing as she momentarily stopped using the scepter. “This isn’t a confession of love you dolt! I want to see if you're loyal to me!” 

“Why wouldn’t I be loyal to you? You’re the Dragon Lord. I have to obey you, even though technically Spike should be but I’d rather be ruled by a pony than him.”

Ember rolled his eyes and lifted the scepter. “Just answer the question. The scepter will force you to tell the truth.”

Garble eyed the scepter almost with a wanting desire and glared at Ember. “I could have been a great Dragon Lord, but fine I’ll tell you what I think.” He took in a deep breath. “I think you’re dumping a huge dung on all the traditions and lifestyles we dragons have lived with for so long. I think that, success or not, you’re going to change things and we’ll forget our place in the world as the dominant species. I hate ponies and I hate the fact that you’re friends with ponies and want us to ally with them. I believe I could have been a true Dragon Lord and lead us to victory and dominance, but you’re taking a weak path for us all. Our pride is shattering because of you and I hate it. I hate you.” 

Ember was about to say something until Garble continued, “But I respect you.” Ember’s eyes widened as Garble went on. “You’ve stuck to your beliefs and I’m not an idiot to see that it's benefiting other dragons. You still keep some traditions at least, which I am thankful for. Plus, your father believed in you and he’s been my hero since we were hatchlings. I’m sorry he passed away, trust me I cried in private when nobody was looking. I may not want you as my Dragon Lord, but you are my Dragon Lord and I’m honor bound to serve you until the end of your days. So while I may not be your biggest fan, I am still loyal to you and would die for you because this is our way.”

“Oh...” Ember looked at the scepter and made sure it was working. An awkward pause stood between them as she lowered her scepter and rubbed the back of her head. “Well... that’s good to know...”

“Okay, now answer my question,” said Garble, poking her in the chest. “Why are you even asking me this?”

Ember was going to order him to forget it, but paused. Garble was loyal to her, the scepter’s powers had helped proved that. She also knew he worshiped his father growing up with him and believed he was telling the truth about how he cried for his death. Deciding to take a risk, she told him everything about her father’s murder. 

Garble’s expression changed from shock and then to outright fury before calming down. “Are you sure my father is a potential suspect?”

“He’s been one of my most outspoken critics and you know how traditional he is,” replied Ember, pointed out.

Garble snorted. “Yeah, don’t I know it.” He closed his eyes and bowed to her. “I’ll see what I can dig up. But I’m doing this for Lord Torch. Not for you.”

“That’s fine by me. You can go, Garble,” replied Ember as he began to leave. She then stopped him by saying, “Garble. I know we don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but I am doing what I think is best for our kind. I just want you to trust me.”

“... I’m going to be spying on my own clan. I have no choice now but to trust you,” replied Garble without looking back as he left. 

> Chapter 11
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Needless to say, Garble’s loyalty was still a shock not just to her, but to her friends as well. It was clear that Garble would never be their friend, but at least he wasn’t trying to overthrow Ember. A few days since his interrogation, Garble was set to report to them as the four young dragons, plus Silverback, were in her throne room where the red dragon began his review. “My father is definitely up to something. What that is I can’t figure out, but he’s been busy ordering our clan to train and reforge our weapons into perfection. Officially, he claims it’s because he’s getting ready for the next War Games this year, but I’d sell all my sapphires if that was true.”

“Not a bad cover,” replied Silverback, stroking his chin. “The War Games are a time for every clan to show their best fighting forces. They could just say they want to do their best this year and nobody would be suspicious.”

“Yeah, only the problem is we're shifting a lot of treasure to the dragon clans. My dad’s been in engagement with clans like Clan Blight, Overborn, Firebane, and Thundercrash. All of them having some beef with Ember in one way or another,” replied Garble, growling. “He’s also been spending time with Tyranus.”

“Tyranus? Why does that name sound familiar?” asked Blitz, rubbing the back of his head.

“He’s my cousin,” replied Garble. “You remember the dragon who hunted down those egg snatchers a few years ago and brutally destroyed them before returning them to their parents?”

“I remember him,” replied Ember, nodding her head as a few memories of the black and red scaled dragon with piercing blue eyes and muscle bound body ran through her head. “He’s very popular with dragons older than us and has developed quite a following. It shocked everyone when he wasn’t called for the trials to be the next Dragon Lord.”

“Yeah, I liked seeing the smirk on his face disappear when I got chosen and he didn’t,” chuckled Garble with a grin.

“I take it you don’t get along?” asked Aqua.

“That’s an understatement. Everyone in the clan, even my father, treats him like he’s the next Dragon Emperor,” replied Garble, rolling his eyes. Ember couldn’t help but agree. He was insufferable to deal with when she met him those few times, almost like this Prince Blueblood her friend Spiked talked about, only he was more arrogant and could kill you easily if he wanted. “He’s strong, smart, knows every tradition, and the guy has an ego the size of a mountain. My father treats him like a son, and he’s been spending more time with him ever since the trials.”

Ember wasn’t sure, but she detected a hint of sadness at end of Garble’s tone. It was a well known fact among the younger clans that Garble’s father was a very strict and cold dragon. Even to his own son. I wonder... how much of his attitude is because of their relationship?’

“Will he challenge Ember for the Blood Scepter? Like Dragon Lord Exar did with Dragon Lord Magnas?” asked Blitz.

“He can’t,” replied Ember, shaking her head. “There is a two hundred year time period before such a thing can happen. It’s a fail safe to keep us from killing every new dragon lord by some arrogant dragon who was upset he wasn’t chosen.”

“Do you have anything that could hint what they might be planning to do with Dragon Lord Ember?” asked Silverback.

“No. Most of my clan ignores me now. I can’t just go outright and demand anything too,” replied Garble, crossing his arms. “But if my clan is doing something to overthrow the rightful ruler of us, then I need to help stop them. Even if they are my kin.”

“And for that you will always have my thanks, Garble,” replied Ember, nodding her head. “I’ll see that you are rewarded for this.”

“... I want to hold you to that,” replied Garble, but he turned away before Ember could ask anything.

Sitting on her throne, Ember pondered her choices. It was clear that Redskull was the main power behind the alliance attempting to overthrow her. If she could deal with them, the others would crumble before her. The question was how to deal with this, and in a way that wouldn’t end up in bloodshed. She assumed by now they would be trying to poison her like they did her father, but her food and drink remained untouched by anything fowl. They couldn’t attack her directly, nor challenge her rule for another two hundred years according to law. Meaning they’ll go after someone close to me to get to me.

Thankfully, the only ones close to her were all in this room, and protected by her. Plus, Spike was back in Equestria so he wasn’t in any danger either. Dragons were pretty uncommon despite her public appearance, and if one journeyed to Equestria she would know about it. So how would they attack me?

“We could always strike first,” replied Blitz, fire in his eyes. “I got my uncle in the area with his force of 300. Combined with the guards and other nearby clan we could wipe them out in one blow.”

“The problem with that is we have no actual proof of their treason, even with Garble’s testimony,” replied Silverback, shaking his head. “If anything, it would make Ember look like a tyrant who would silence any who disagree with her new policies. We don’t want to make her another Dragon Lord Obera, do we?”

The younger ones shivered. Dragon Lord Obera was the worst Dragon Lord they ever had in history to the point where she was known as Obera the Lord of Madness. She was ruthless and paranoid that all were conspiring against her, killing dragons left and right and using the power of the scepter to force others to stay in control. She had sent their armies out to fight enemies that didn’t exist or were not even doing anything to them, earning hatred across the world. She even killed her own daughter and mate in the belief that they were changelings planning to assassinate her. The amount of bodies that were stocked up until she finally died of a heart attack could reach the heavens of the gods themselves.

Their flashback into their history lessons was interrupted when the door to the entranceway of here throne room opened and one of her guards entered with a bow. “I thought I asked us to not be disturbed,” replied Ember.

“I’m sorry, Dragon Lord, but Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria is here to see you,” replied the guard much to their surprise.

“Oh, uh, send her in,” replied Ember, getting up.

A short moment later and a smiling purple alicorn arrived with a bow. “It’s great to see you again, Ember. You too Blitz and Aqua.” She turned to Garble and gave a neutral expression. “Hello, Garble.”

“Tch,” replied the red dragon who turned away with a huff.

“I’m sorry for the loss of your father. I never knew him, but Princess Celestia did and she said he was an honorable dragon,” replied Twilight, bowing her head in respect.

“I’m sure my father’s spirit would be grateful. May I ask why you are here?” asked Ember.

Twilight tilted her head. “Didn’t Spike tell you in the letter I sent him?” She looked around. “Where is he anyway?”

Ember and the others looked at each other in confusion. “Spike isn’t here. He went back to Equestria after the funeral.”

“That’s not possible,” replied Twilight, shaking her head. “You’re guards told me that you needed him here in order to help deal with a treaty between you and the changelings since he and King Throax are good friends. I decided to come over and see if I could help you out.”

Ember’s eyes widened as her heart suddenly stopped beating and a terrible, horrible scenario went through her mind. Summoning her scepter she rushed over to Twilight, scaring her as she took her by the shoulders. “Which guards told you that? Tell me!”

“Um, I think their names were Bright Roar and Furious,” replied Twilight, looking a bit shaken. “What’s going on?”

Ember and all the other dragons growled as it soon became evident what was going on. She slammed her secepter to the ground and summoned her guards from behind the entrance. “Find Bright Roar and Furious! Bring them to me here! NOW!” The guards obeyed with Garble following them. Twilight, jumping back with her wings flared out, suddenly turned serious and demanded to know what was going on. Ember, gritting her teeth, began to tell the whole story.

***

Twilight didn’t take the news that her adopted brother was now a prisoner to a group of dragons that wanted Ember dead or dethroned well. At first, she panicked. Then she got angry and unleashed such a powerful aurora it reminded everyone in the room that this was the one who defeated powerful beings like Tirek. She swore to lend any and all help to Ember, but her first priority was to see Spike safe.

She was right beside Ember when the two traitorous guards were brought before them in magical chains that not even dragons could break. They argued, even as they were brought to their knees, but that all changed when Ember unleashed the full power of the bloodstone scepter to force them to obey her, and they then looked upon her with terror.

Fury from the knowledge that the most important dragon in her life was now in the claws of her enemies engulfed the room, matched only by the anger that Twilight was giving. Everyone, but the prisoners took a few steps back in fear of the combined wrath, even Silverback. “Where is he?!” demanded Ember.

“W-w-w-where’s...w-w-who?” asked Furious, but this was the wrong thing to say as the pressure in the room doubled.

“DON’T YOU DARE PRETEND YOU DO NOT KNOW! WHERE IS SPIKE?! YOU WILL OBEY YOUR DRAGON LORD! NOW TELL ME WHERE HE IS!” 

Try as they might, the power of the scepter forced them to answer. “He’s... a prisoner of the Redskulls... and their alliance... we don’t know where...” hissed Bright Roar, lowering his head and growling.

“We were just told to... knock him out... bring him to a secure location... lie to the pony princess... that was all...” replied Furious, looking ready to soil himself.

“Traitors! You go behind your Dragon Lord!” shouted Silverback in disgust.

“She is the traitor! She is destroying everything we stand for as dragons! I hope Lord Redskull and his army skin you alive you pony loving bitch!” cried out Bright Roar in a moment of courage.

Ember’s response was to fly right over and smack him off his feet with her wings before putting her foot on his face as he lay there on the ground. “YOU DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM YOUR DRAGON LORD! I AM THE FIRE REBORN! MY WORD IS LAW AND I AM ABOVE YOU, INSECT! I WAS CHOSEN BY THE TRADITIONS OF OUR PEOPLE TO LEAD US AND YOU WILL OBEY OR YOU WILL BE CRUSHED LIKE THE BUG THAT YOU ARE!”

When she was done, Ember walked away and tried to calm herself down before turning to the two pitiful traitors. “Have them executed and their heads put on a pike. Their bodies can rot in a ditch for all I care.”

Despite their pleas for mercy, they were ignored as they were carried away to their doomed fate. Twilight, frowning, walked over and asked, “Was that really necessary? To order their deaths?”

“This is my kingdom, Princess Twilight. There is only one punishment for treachery and I ask that you respect it, even if you don’t like it,” replied Ember to which Twilight gave a hesitant nod. “Besides, we have more important things to worry about.”

She closed her eyes and prayed to the gods that she wouldn’t be too late to save the dragon that had stolen her heart.
> Chapter 12
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Ember had been drilled in what to do during war before. Her father made sure to at least present her with a war scenario each day from full on massive pony invasion to rebellions in three different areas. Most times, she succeeded, other times ended up with her getting her head cut off in the scenario. In case of a hostage scenario, you had to sacrifice the captive for the greater good of the dragon race. That was the logical thing to do since you had to put hundreds of thousands over one important figure.

The problem was Ember would gladly sacrifice the world to save Spike. He did something to her that no other dragon, besides her father, had done for her. She made her care about him, and she wanted nothing more than to save him at all costs.

It had been three days since she learned that Spike was taken captive. Her now dead traitorous guards had been reported to have been stealing from her royal horde, which was punishable by death, but Garble’s father wasn’t an idiot and according to his son he was suspecting she knew they had Spike. Princess Twilight had an idea and asked for three days to prepare for it, while also asking for no patrols on a certain hidden pathway through the border only she and a few others knew about.

There had been only one thing she had to do, which confused Ember greatly, and that was spread rumors that the Dragon Lord was very ill. Silverback helped with that by announcing it in court while Blitz and Aquafire “loudly” spread their worries about how Ember was getting sicker by the day. Ember’s only boring task was to wait out in her bedroom which drove her insane.

On the day Twilight was suppose to return, Ember had the throne room cleared out so she could see Twilight in person. While waiting, she resorted to the same thing she had been doing in her room: pace around in circles while watching the sand drip from the hourglass.

“If you keep pacing like that, you’re going to end up carving a hole in the ground,” pointed out Aquafire. “Everything is going to be fine. I made sure they were escorted by guards we can trust and Blitz is with them just in case.”

“I know. I know,” muttered Ember. “I’m just worried things are going to go wrong.”

Just as she said this, the doors opened and Princess Twilight appeared while accompanied by Blitz and a few other figures behind them. A dozen of them seemed to be armored ponies, but more... crystal looking. They were shiny, lighter colored, and seemed to have their skin partly made out of crystals. It took a minute before Ember realized that the armored ponies were Crystal Ponies who had a very tense relationship with dragons in ages past. Since Crystal Ponies came from the Crystal Empire, many a dragon dreamed of tasting the land and its citizens for their hunger. Unfortunately, for the dragons at least, the Crystal Ponies had developed means to fight dragons off and a few piles of snow contained more than one army of dragon skulls.

The other group seemed to be a dozen multicolored bugs with fairy like wings, lead by a huge one with antlers. He was even bigger than her. Then she remembered what Spike told her about the Changelings and their new king Thorax. She didn’t believe at first Changelings were still alive, since they hadn’t been seen in ages, but here they were and looked... kinda weak really. Seriously, I think I like the idea of them having black and holes instead of... this...

Princess Twilight greeted Ember with a bow before smiling. “I brought our backup.”

“Uh, good,” replied Ember as she looked at the two groups. The King of the Changelings was waving at her even. “I thought you were bringing an army.”

“If we were to commence a full on frontal assault with an army, chances are we could win, but they could hurt or kill Spike before we could save him,” replied Twilight, shaking her head. “We have to use our heads on this one and I already have a plan. It required some help from the Crystal Empire and the Changelings. Once I told them Spike was in danger they rushed in to help.”

“Of course, Spike is our hero and the greatest savior of our kingdom! We would be honored to save him from any danger,” proclaimed a Crystal Pony while the others cheered.

“And if it wasn’t for Spike, I wouldn’t have learned how to use love to free my people. He’s my best friend and any friend of his is a friend of mine!” shouted Thorax as his people also nodded in agreement.

Guess I wasn’t the only one Spike touched in his life, thought Ember with a smile. “Well, I normally hate asking for help, but just this once I’ll be okay with it.”

Blitz and Aquafire snorted which earned them a glare from her. Ember turned to Twilight and asked, “So what’s the plan?”

“Well, have you been spreading rumors of your bad health since I left and kept out of sight?” asked Twilight.

“Yes, and let me tell you, I was starting to name all the stones in my room after counting them five times,” replied Ember.

“Good, because Silverback is going to announce something important tomorrow morning,” replied Twilight.

“What’s that?” asked the bigger dragon.

“That Dragon Lord Ember has died,” replied Twilight with a smile.

There was a long silence between everyone.

“Uh, what?” asked Ember, tilting her head and raising her eyebrow. “You want to tell everyone that I’m... dead?”

“Well, that’s what everyone else will think except for those of us in this room... and a few other guards we can trust,” replied Twilight.

“Well, if you’re dead, Ember, does this mean I can have your Ruby Fire collection?” asked Blitz with a smirk.

“I don’t get it, how is saying I’m dead going to help anything?” asked Ember.

“If we let the Redskull clan and their allies think you’re dead, they’ll lower their guard. Plus, every dragon clan leader and their families will come to your funeral with escorted guard. That’s what happened at your father’s funeral, right?” asked Twilight.

Silverback’s eyes lit up. “I see... interesting...”

“What?” asked Blitz.

“The whole need for rebellion and allying with each other is that they hate Ember, but if Ember was dead, and they believed it, they would lower their guard,” replied Silverback, grinning. “This would allow us to strike when they least expect it.”

“Yeah, only one problem, they’re going to want to see a body to convince themselves that Ember is dead,” replied Aquafire. “And I doubt Ember has the acting skills to be a dead body.”

“That’s where I come in,” replied Thorax as he engulfed himself in green flames before looking like a perfect clone of Ember.

Thorax, in his new form, twirled around and showed off everything including his wings and tail. “What do you think?” asked Thorax in Ember’s voice. “Pretty good, huh?”

“Yeah, but I don’t twirl. Like... never,” replied Ember before rubbing her chin. “Also, is my butt really that big? I gotta stop eating sapphires...”

“We changelings can also cast a spell on us to appear to be dead. No heartbeat, no pulse, no breathing. We learned it in order to avoid predators and act as corpses when we had to “die” during an infiltration mission,” replied Thorax before turning himself back to normal.

“Thorax will take your place and act dead to draw attention. We’ll even have a few other changelings act as Aquafire and Blitz so they can join us in the second plan: the assault,” replied Twilight, this got the attention of the others. “You guys know where the home of the Redskull clan is and Garble can be our guide to helping us get Spike. We can then use the Crystal Empire’s soldiers and your soldiers to storm the place and rescue Spike. Then at the funeral we can confront everyone in the rebellion and use the Blood Scepter to force them to come clean in front of witnesses.”

“I have to admit, this is a good plan,” replied Aquafire, nodding her head in approval.

“But Redskull has a lot of guards,” replied Blitz, shaking his head. “I doubt we can fight that with such a small force.”

“That’s why we have these,” replied a Crystal Pony, showing a very pentagon shaped pink jewel that made Ember and every dragon’s mouth water. “Don’t think about eating it. It’s poison for dragons. We used it in the old days to weaken your kind when you invaded our lands. You’ll end up throwing up and having diarrhea for a week if you eat this.”

“And I’m stepping back now,” replied Blitz.

“The changelings and Garble can give these to a good number of the guards before we strike. With their defenses weakened, we can get in, find Spike, and leave,” replied Twilight. “It’s the perfect plan. So what do you think?”

Ember looked at Twilight, then at her friends who nodded in agreement. Smirking, she pushed her fist into her claw. “Let’s do this.”
> Chapter 13
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“Okay, I find this very disturbing,” replied Ember as she stared at the corpse-like copy of herself. Her “clone” was wearing a black and gold funeral robe while holding a fake copy of the Dragon Scepter in her folded hands over her chest. Her fake’s head rested on a pillow with a peaceful smile while flowers of all kinds were around her ‘dead’ body. The funeral was to take place in the throne room as decorations had been placed all over in preparation. To her surprise, many all over the country were mourning for her death although there were some factions drinking to it. “I still think my butt looks too fat.”

“You can look at your dead butt later, we need to focus,” replied Aquafire.

“Right, we need to do this quick. How long can Thorax stay like that?” asked Ember.

“Thorax was actually pretty good at playing dead before he became king. It’s how he avoided fighting, well, anything,” said one changeling. “He can be like this for at least a full day.”

“I guess time won’t be that much of a problem then,” replied Ember.

“There is still the fact the funeral can only go for so long. I’m good at making long speeches, but I can’t keep it forever,” replied Sliverback, dressed in a nice tux. “You’ll have to do it in at least four hours.”

“We can make it in two,” replied Ember, putting on the final piece of her armor. It was the same armor she wore in the Dragon Lord competition, only this time wasn’t as heavy. Those who were going on the mission to rescue Spike, including Blitz and Aquafire, were wearing armor and had weapons by their side. Biltz even managed to score some obsidian armor and blades from his clan’s workshop for some of them. The only one who wasn’t armored up was Princess Twilight, but there was no time to make some armor for her.

“Okay, let’s head out to Redskull’s home and rescue Spike. Garble should be waiting for us there,” replied Twilight.

“Right, let’s go save our friend,” replied Ember as they all exited the throne room, leaving the changelings taking their spots behind. Hang on Spike, we’re coming.

***

Since Twilight couldn’t teleport to a location she didn’t know, the group was forced to fly over to Redskull Caverns. It was just above an inactive volcano surrounded by quarries and dust. A single entrance with the clan’s symbol, a giant dragon skull covered in dried red blood, was resting above it with its jaws wide open. Strangely enough, there were no guards there to watch the entrance. Landing nearby, Ember and her group noticed Garble with a few of the changelings assigned to help him with the poisoned crystals waving at them.

“About time you got here,” replied Garble, crossing his arms. “I don’t know how long those guards are going to be in the bathroom so we better hurry up.”

“Right. Is there anybody else in our path to the dungeons?” asked Ember.

“Most of the guards dug into those gems we brought, half of them are in the toilets and the other half are somewhere outside due to the rest being full. The remaining ones are in the barracks and my father’s work quarters. Nobody’s guarding the entrance to the dungeons, but there’s still a problem,” replied Garble.

“Because nothing can ever be easy,” replied Blitz, rolling his eyes.

“What’s the problem? Is the door locked by magic?” asked Twilight.

“No, but it does require two keys. And before you can think about smashing it, it’s about as tall as my dad and I doubt even Miss Sparkly here can blast it open with her horn. The two keys are in the very same areas I told you the remaining guards were. So we’re going to have to find a way to get them without being noticed,” replied Garble.

“Can’t you just get them?” asked Aquafire.

“No, my Dad doesn’t want me anywhere near the door or the keys. Doesn’t trust me enough. Thinks I’ll mess up somehow,” replied Garble, growling as he lowered his eyes while the others pretended not to notice.

“You do realize that you are betraying your father, right?” asked Twilight. “I can understand if you don’t want to do this.”

“... screw my dad, let’s go save Ember’s drakefriend,” replied Garble, smirking.

“He’s not my drakefriend!” replied Ember, glowing with red.

The group flew through the entrance, the ponies and changeling marveling at how big of a difference it was between their sizes and a fully adult sized dragon. Ember noticed how it made them more nervous, but Princess Twilight was unaffected. Then again, this was the one who defeated the legendary Tirek, a being even dragons feared when he roamed the land. Something like this was a cakewalk for her.

They passed through various rooms such as dining rooms, living rooms, closets, and a few places that held stored treasure. Most dragons had these in their caves along with a room for their hordes, weapons, scrolls, training areas, and more. More than once a nearby guard or adult dragon had walked by and they were forced to hide. Fortunately all the big furniture was easy enough for them to hide behind.
After what felt like a long flight, they soon arrived at staircase that went downwards where a double locked door was waiting at the end. “This is the door the dungeon. Now we just gotta find the keys,” replied Garble.

“Let’s split up,” ordered Ember. “Princess Twilight, you go with half of the changelings and crystal ponies to the barracks. Garble, you and I will take the rest and head over to your father’s work place.”

“What about us?” asked Aquafire.

“You two stay here and watch the entrance. Just in case something happens you can come to one of us and let us know,” replied Ember, who then leaned in to whisper in Aqua’s ear. “Plus, it gives you some alone time with Blitz.”

This made Aquafire blush while Blitz just tilted his head in confusion as the two groups split up.

***

Ember and Garble lead their troops through the hallways and up a set of stairs until they were just outside the entrance to the master’s quarters. The group poked their heads through a small cap in the doorway and gazed inside. It was a big spartan like room with red decorations, weapons on the wall, a desk with multiple quills and scrolls neatly placed on the desk. A royal looking bed was nearby as well as a dresser and a treasure chest. All the size for the large adult dragon. Protecting it all were two red dragon guards, armed standing beside the desk of their master.

One thing that Ember noticed were a lot of paintings. Most of them looked to be ancestors, but there were none of Garble. Even her father had a few of her growing up in his room. Does he really see Garble that much of a failure?

“I’m going to get something to drink, you want anything?” asked one of the dragon guards. The other guard shook his head as the first began to make his way towards the door.

“Quick!” whispered Ember as she and the others pressed against the wall beside the door. It smashed opened and swung towards them, making them silently gasp. Inches away from their snouts, it stopped and they sighed in relief. They heard the dragon leave the area until they could hear him down the stairs.

“Any ideas on how we get rid of that second dragon?” asked one changeling.

“Can’t you guys change into him?” asked Ember.

“Changing into something bigger requires more energy. The highest we can go is a bit bigger than you. Only Thorax has the power to go that big,” replied one changeling.

“Great, now what?” asked Ember, biting her lip.

“Relax, I know how to get him to leave or at least distract them enough to get the key on my father’s desk,” replied Garble as he took his leave and made it inside the room.

“Yo! Vandrix!” replied Garble as he marched inside like he owned the place.

“What do you want, Garble. Shouldn’t you be attending the funeral with your father?” asked the guard.

“Please, like I wanna go to that stupid funeral. She was a good for nothing, snot nosed, bossy, ugly looking bitch. I’d most likely just fart in her dead face as a final insult to her, but that would get me in trouble with my dad,” replied Garble, grinning at his chance to insult Ember. Said Dragon Lord was scaring the others with the enraged look she had on her face upon hearing this, even if it was ‘acting’.

“Whatever,” replied Vandrix as he turned away to face the wall.

“Soooo,” replied Garble as he flew up and sat on the desk, noticing the key nearby. “How are things between you and Ortho? Where is he anyway?”

“Things are fine, and went to get something to drink,” replied Vandrix.

“Really, cause I heard some interesting things he was talking about you a while ago,” said Garble, whistling.

Vandrix raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yup, he was going on about how you have the cutest butt in the house,” replied Garble, smirking. The reaction was instantaneous as Hendrix's eyes went wide open and he froze up. “He kept saying how sexy your muscles were and how he dreamed of them every night. He thought your eyes were as beautiful as the moon and your wings as angelic as an angel. I think I even heard him moaning your name in the bathroom a few times.”

“... are you telling me that son of a bitch is gay?! And he likes me like that?!” growled Vandrix, showing his teeth.

“Hey, your words. Not mine,” said Garble, just as Ortho arrived. “Here he is now.”

“Hey, Garble,” replied Ortho as he then glared at a growling Vandrix. “What’s your problem?”

“So I got a cute butt, huh? Thinking about me when you’re polishing your spear? Think I’m some sort of idol you can stare at for you romantic fantasies?!” growled Vandrix, which made Othro’s eyes widen. Garble leaned back, ready to watch the fight. “Well I got something to tell you...”

His glare soon faded into one of understanding. “Why didn’t you tell me early, idiot.”

“Wait, what?” asked Garble as Orthro sighed and turned away.

“I... I was ashamed... I... I didn’t know you saw... I always...” Othro began to tear up. “I’ve always admired you, but I valued the comradeship we had... that’s why I always wanted to pair up with you in patrol... even if I couldn’t have you... I just wanted to be near you.”

“Idiot,” replied Vandrix as he put his claw on his partner’s face and cleared those eyes. “You always had me. I just wasn’t sure... if only I had been more braver...”

“How will we do this? Dragons don’t like it when same gender couples are together... we’ll be outcasts...” whispered Orthro.

“To hell with them. I won’t let them come between us. Not now or ever.”

“Vandrix.”

“Orthro.”

The two soon began to kiss as they held each other close. Garble just stood there watching the scene with a dumbfounded face. I... I made all that up...

The two were so lost in their passion that they fell onto his father’s bed and slowly began to remove their armor. Garble blushed. He had seen enough. He took the key on his father’s desk and rushed out just as the moaning began to start. Silently he held it to a blushing Ember as they stood there, hearing Orthro moan out Vandrix’s name and demanding harder and harder pushes. Vandrix roared and complied.

“We never speak of this again,” replied Ember to her group.

“Agreed,” they all said.
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While Ember and Garble were dealing with getting their key, Twilight and her group were making their way towards the barracks. Her group was nervously checking every hall and direction for any dragons that could spot them. Their only advantage was their size and that they had one alicorn princess who could blast their pony and bug hides to outer space if she wanted. Twilight, however, remained calm and collected. She had been through worse scenarios before, and it was worth it to rescue Spike from his cell.

Of course, this wouldn’t have happened if Ember told me about the problems she was having, thought Twilight with a small amount of anger in her heart. She understood it was a dragon problem, but either way, Twilight would never have risked Spike going alone if she knew there was a potential rebellion going on. Then again, it's not like I could have stopped him. He’s very close to Ember, but it’s... different then his relationship with Thorax.

When she saw Spike with Thorax, it reminded her of the closeness with her best friends in Ponyville. When she saw her little adopted dragon brother with Ember, it reminded her of the time she met Flash Sentry in that human world. There’s something growing between them. 

Anybody with a good sense of insight could see that Ember was getting attracted to Spike. She didn’t know if Spike felt the same way or not since he could be very good at keep his emotions to himself if he focused on it (his multiple wins at poker night could be a testament to that much to the despair of Rainbow’s wallet), but the only crush that Spike ever had was Rarity. Of course, Rarity only saw him as a little brother and nothing more, but didn’t know how to tell Spike without breaking his heart.

Especially since she was interested in some stallion who moved in from Las Pegasus.

Worry about finding Spike, then help him get over his crush later, thought Twilight as she dashed over to where the door of the barracks were. They were just open enough so that she could peek inside. A bunch of dragons in armor were either drinking from barrels of wine, playing cards, or shining their weapons.

“That’s... a lot of dragons,” replied one Crystal Soldier who gulped. “How are we going to find the key?”

Twilight rubbed her chin in thought. Charging through was suicide obviously. Teleporting could help, but she was the only one who could do it. Plus, she didn’t know where the key was exactly. An illusion spell could help, but it was one area of magic she wasn’t an expert in. She didn’t know how to turn invisible yet and the changelings couldn’t transform into something that big to fool them.

An idea then came to her as she turned to the changelings. “Okay, I need one of you to transform into a large mouse. Then just sneak inside, find the key, and bring it here. “

After a quick game of rock, paper, scissors (In which they transformed into the said objects), the unlucky changeling who lost slowly approached the door. “You sure this will work?”

“Of course. You’re just gonna be a mouse. Even if they notice you they won’t do anything,” replied Princess Twilight, waving her hoof lazily. “It will be a piece of cake.”

The changeling sighed before transforming into a large pony sized rodent. He squeaked as he rushed inside, scattering his feet across the giant floor as he attempted to stay out of sight. The entire group watched as the mouseling paused to get his bearings straight before crawling towards a nearby dresser. He crawled up on top to get a better view of the room, managing to reach the top where he stood on top of a lamp. Looking around, he saw that there were at least thirteen dragons, lots of weapons, a few pin up posters of dragons in sexy positions, and finally the key hanging on a nail attached to a string.

He was about to get off when he noticed one of the large dragons coming over after doing some pushups on the ground. Reaching for a jug of water nearby, he drank it all until he gazed down at the mouse.

“Squeak?”

“EEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!” screamed the dragon in the most girlish scream ever before turning white and pointing at the mouseling. “There’s a mouse in the room! Somebody kill it!” 

At once, the guards screamed in terror as they began to run around in a panic. Some dived under the beds, their tails poking out, others stood on top of tables, holding each other and shaking with fear, and a few others were gathering the biggest heaviest items they could and started swimming them randomly.

“Somebody kill it! Kill it!”

“Don’t let it touch me!”

“By all the gods above, help meeee!”

Needless to say, everyone in Twilight’s group, including Twilight herself, watched in fascination as the big bulky dragons cowered like babies. The mouseling scattered away from his location just in time to avoid a mace to the skull that destroyed the dresser in one blow. The force of which shattered it into tiny pieces as the squealing mouseling flew into the air and landed on the nose of a giant purple spotted green dragon who started jumping on its toes. “Oh my crystals! It’s on my face! Get it off! Get it off!”

Without warning, a nearby dragon hit him smack dab in the kisser with a steel shield which resulted in him getting a broken nose. Fortunately, the mouseling jumped up in time to avoid it and slide down some curtains before ducking in between the panicking feet of the tall beasts. They shrieked as it ran past them, some fainting from the sight while others jumped into each other’s arms. Finally, one of them was brave enough to grab a broom and smack it into the air via golf swing. The screaming mouseling sailed through the air, dragons ducking to avoid touching it. By some good fortune, it managed to head directly to the key and quickly grabbed it to stop itself from becoming a spot on the wall.

“Burn you abomination of disease!” shouted one dragon as it breathed fire.

Quickly changing its form to include its original changeling horn, the mouseling zapped the string that held the key and fell to the ground before it could be barbecued. It fell onto a big furry rug that softened its landing before making a beeline for the exit.

“Where did it go?!” shouted one dragon.

“I don’t know! It’s lurking somewhere! Ready to finish us off!”

“Quick! Everyone play dead!” shouted one dragon before falling onto it’s back with its hind legs in the air. Other dragons followed, resulting in the ground shaking as they all simultaneously played possum.

The mouseling was able to finally reach the end of the door and past the crack, changing back into a sweating changeling as it levitated the key to Twilight. “Piece of cake, huh?! Piece of cake my buggy butt!” shouted the changeling to a blushing Twilight.

“A-anyway, let’s get back to the others,” replied Twilight as she led the group away from the barracks.

“... is it gone?” whispered one dragon.

“Who knows? Just keep pretending to be dead!” hissed another.

“...”

“...”

“... I gotta use the bathroom.”
> Chapter 15
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Ember wished that things had gone faster, but she couldn’t let beggars be choosers. They had their key and all she could hope for was that Twilight and her group got their key as well. They made their way towards the dungeon’s door where Blitz and Aquafire were waiting for them, looking relieved upon seeing them. “Glad to see you weren’t spotted. You got the key?” asked Aquafire.

“Right here,” said Garble, showing them the prize in his claws. “Did Princes Sparklepants make it or did she get squashed?”

“I’m right here, Garble,” replied Twilight, flying towards them with the key in her magical grip. “And considering we’re helping each other you could at least be a bit kinder.”

Garble snorted. “Please, I’m just doing this cause I’m loyal to the Dragon Lord. I could care less about you or Spike.”

“You’re all heart, Garble,” replied Blitz, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s get those keys in before somebody notices us.”

Two of the pegasi took the key from Garble’s claws and placed it in one lock while Princess Twilight used her magic to put her key in the other one. Concentrating, she moved both keys at the same time which resulted in a clicking sound, much to their relief. Gently pushing the huge door for as little noise as possible, they slowly snuck in and closed the door, remembering to take the keys out with them. Leaving them to the side, they flew down the giant staircase that lead underground, where they saw cell block after cell block. Most of them were empty, but a few contained the bones of long dead dragons.

“What cell is he in?” asked Ember as they continued forward.

“Lowest one, of course,” replied Garble taking the lead.

“Good, as soon as Spike is safe, I can take over from there,” replied Ember as she drew out her scepter. After securing her best friend, she would make sure that all those dragons above would beg for mercy before punishing them in ways that would make Tartarus look like a paradise.

They finally reached the bottom where it was unique in that it had no door for some reason. “This is a bit odd,” replied Twilight, looking around. “Why doesn’t this have a door?”

Ember was about to ask the same thing, when he noticed a tiny figure chained to the back that was green and purple. “Spike!” shouted Ember as she rushed forward with worry.

“Ember, wait!” shouted Twilight as she and the others followed.

Upon reach Spike, Ember watched to her horror as the image faded away as if it wasn’t there in the first place. Her instincts went wild as she realized she made a stupid mistake. There was a muffling soon as well, and they turned to the corner to see a sight that made them all turn a bit white.

It was Thorax. Unchanged, not in the coffin, and tied up with a gag on. Twilight used her magic to remove the gag. “Get out! It’s a trap!” Two of dragons guards made for the exit, but a green energy shield instantly prevented that as they were shocked horribly, dark magic coursing through their bodies. The others covered their eyes while being forced to hear their screams of agony until there was a bright flash. When it was over, there were two ash piles with the remains of their armor left in a burned state.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said a voice outside of the cell as it approached from the darkness. “The shield is designed to instantly vaporize anything it touches. Even dragon scales.”

Garble growled. “Father...”

“Lord Redskull,” hissed Ember, bitterly.

The large dragon looked very much like his son, but his backward spines were white while he was missing one eye on the left side of his face. There was also the fact that he was one of the biggest dragons any of them had ever seen, robed in a black cloak and a red skull crossed guarded sword on his side. His title as lord was seen by his Lord Ring, which featured a tiny dragon shaped skull made out of ivory that had a red ruby in its jaws. “Dragon Lord Ember. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your funeral, but I shall be there for your real one after you’ve been killed.”

“How did you even get here before we did?!” asked Aquafire in shock.

“There are many underground passages all over the dragon lands. I simply used one that my clan knew to get here in time,” replied Lord Redskull. “I wanted to be here when you arrived so I can see your expressions.”

“The only thing you are going to do is bow before me and let us out!” shouted Ember as she lifted her glowing Blood Scepter. “I command you to-”

Ember didn’t get a chance to finish as something above let out a dark green and black energy wave that struck them all down. In an instant, Twilight and her ponies screamed in pain as they fell to the ground looking as if they were drained. Even Thorax looked to be as drained as the rest of them. However, the real surprise was that the Bloodstone Scepter had stopped glowing, much to Ember’s shock. “What?!” She pointed it at the amused Dragon Lord. “I demand that you release us!”

Nothing happened.

“Why isn’t this working?!” shouted Ember as she looked up and saw the giant crystal above. “What is that thing?!”

“It’s... it’s made... of the same... stone... as... herthrone...” spoke Thorax, weakly.

“Who?” asked Ember.

“Oh, a certain queen that both Thorax and Twilight are familiar with,” said a second voice from the darkness. Revealing none other then Silverback who was smirking at the sight of their shocked expressions.

“SIlverback... no...” Ember whispered in disbelief as she fell to her knees. “No... you couldn’t have...”

“Betrayed you? Oh, don’t worry. Silverback wouldn’t do that,” replied Silverback before a green flame erupted from his feet and covered his body. In a split second, a creature what looked to be like a changeling appeared before them, hovering in the air, only she was as all as Princess Celestia, black as night, and had multiple holes around her body while her eyes gave a sinister green glow to them. “But I would!”

“Chrysalis...” growled Twilight, slowly raising herself up. “What are you doing here?”

“And where is Silverback!” shouted Ember, fearing for her uncle figure.

“Silverback is with your father. Sadly, his elimination was necessary to plant Crystalis inside your little ‘group’,” replied Lord Redskull with a shrug much to Ember’s horror. “As for why she is here? Please, you don’t expect me to start a revolution when you have allies with you such as Equestria? Even I know they wouldn’t tolerate a revolt upon your death. So I had to find an enemy of theirs to even the odds. And you know what they say about the enemy of my enemy.” He gave a satisfied nod to Queen Chrysalis. “And she has been quite the manipulator. Getting you trapped here was her handiwork. I heard much about the changeling’s ability to deceive others, but now I see that those stories were not even close to the true power of their tactics.”

“Why thank you, Lord Redskull,” complimented Queen Chrysalis, before glaring at Thorax. “It’s a shame that my kind has become a nation of weaklings thanks to this traitor. Oh, I am so going to enjoy seeing your corpse in a few hours, dear Thorax. Along with yours, Twilight Sparkle. A shame Starlight isn’t here, but I suppose that’s going to change soon enough.”

“I don’t understand. How are you able to stop the scepter? That’s impossible!” shouted Aquafire.

“Oh, please. That kind of crystal above you can stop the powers of Discord. How could it not stop it?” said Crystalis, rolling her eyes before giving a sinister grin. “Of course, I made a few modifications to it.”

Her horn began to glow softly, soon altering the black aura to be replace with a red one, mixing it with the green that spread slowly to the others. They gasped upon feeling as if their air was being dragged out of their lungs. This time, the dragons joined their fellow comrades on the ground, struggling to breath yet feeling as if they were being skinned alive from the inside out. “Like it? It’s modified to slowly drain your life energy. We’ve had a few test subjects. The longest anyone’s lasted is seven hours. That’s only a few hours before you breath your last breaths and fade off into the afterlife. Oh, and the closer you get to it? The faster it works.”

Ember, to her credit despite the pain, struggled up and glared at Lord Redskull. “Where... is... Spike?”

“Still worried about him? Don’t worry, he’s safe for the moment, but in a few hours he’ll be soon most likely targeted for extermination by the Canterlot Guards or maybe even Princess Celestia herself with that honor,” replied Lord Redskull as he held out a tiny potion bottle. “A potion of madness combined with a potion of greed. Any dragon that drinks this, even one as young as Spike, and they’ll be a total killer with no reason or means to stop them. I imagine it will look quite painful to see your friends faces in Ponyville knowing that their best dragon friend is burning their homes and eating their young. What better way to ruin the relationships of Dragons and Ponies by having it done at the claws of the one who helped build it?”

“You... fool... this will mean...war...” replied Twilight, coughing a fit.

“Yes, but with you dead, Ember, the Lords can make a temporary chosen leader for the dragons to fight that war. A war that I intend to win,” replied Lord Redskull, with a smirk. “Then we dragons can finally rise against these ponies and dominate like we were supposed to do so. You would have destroyed our pride as a nation, as a people, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.” He then glared at his son and snarled. “As for you, my so called son, consider this my official disownment of you. You were always a weak, pathetic, and ignorant brat, but I still considered you blood. To side with my enemy over your own family? You’re dead to me. Tyranus will make a better heir then you ever will.”

“Screw... you... old... bastard...” replied Garble as he used his strength to point up his middle claw finger. “I’d... do it... again... just... to... spite... you...”

“Well, enjoy that satisfaction while you lay dying. Now if you excuse us, we have a dragon to unleash,” replied Lord Redskull as he and Queen Chrysalis left.

Ember tried to stay up, but she fell to her stomach and clenched her teeth. With all the anger she could muster, she let out a roar that fell deft underneath in the dungeons that held them.
> Chapter 16
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None of them knew how much time had passed since they fell into the trap devised by Lord Redskull and Queen Chrysalis, but Ember was pretty sure they didn’t have long left. Already she could barely move her body as she leaned against the wall of the giant cell she and her allies were trapped in. Her useless scepter lay beside her in its depowered state. A grim reminder of her failure. 

Everyone else was looking just as drained, laying on the floor or against the wall as they waited for their end. Twilight had spend as much magic as she could to blast the glowing death crystal above them, or the shield preventing them from escaping, but neither was damage before she collapsed into unconsciousness. It was only the rising of her chest that signaled she was still alive.

Ember could feel her body wishing to sleep as well. To just be lay there peacefully until death took her into its embrace. Yet the thought that Spike was going to be used as a weapon for those traitors to cause war between her dragons and the ponies kept her awake. Gritting her teeth, Ember looked a her glaw with a hateful glare. She failed Spike. Her father. Her kingdom. Everything she worked hard to achieve was going to end up destroyed because of one greedy bastard, and that little roach bitch.

Have the gods really forsaken me? Is this really how it ends? Ember thought as she looked over her friends. A crying Aquafire was curled up beside Blitz who had a wing placed over her as if trying to shield her from the pain. Gods, if you have to take me fine. I should have died anyway in the trial. Just not them. Not my friends. Not Spike.

She began wince at the thought of the future fate he was doomed to find himself in. Rage potions and greed potions were deadly on their own for any dragon. The former allowed great strength and power but at the cost of madness. The latter temporarily increased the aging of a dragon into a bigger and deadly beast. A side effect of the dragon’s greed trait. Combined, she didn’t know what they would do, but she could only imagine the carnage Spike would leave in his wake in Ponyville. Her best friend needed her and here she was lying in her future tomb.

Shaking her head, Ember smacked herself. Can’t give up. Have to save him. Save us all.

How? You can barely fly at the moment! Her mind was telling her. It’s over. We failed.

Dragons don’t give up. Not until the end! Thought Ember as she struggled to get up, using the wall as support for her efforts. 

“... a-a-are you s-s-s-scared?” asked Aquafire to Blitz as Ember overheard them.

“Kinda... always thought....I-I’d go out in a b-b-blaze... of glory instead of...like this,” muttered Blitz, wincing from the power of the crystals power. “I swear, I’ll never look... a-a-a-at gems again a-a-a-after t-t-t-this...” He looked down at Aquafire who was sobbing again. “H-h-hey... it’s...o-o-okay...w-w-we-w-we’re going down...together...”

“I k-k-know... b-b-but...” Aquafire gasp in pain, kneeling over a bit before gasping. “I... I never... I never...” She took a deep breath and stared at Blitz. “I never... told you...how I...I...I...felt.”

Despite his condition, Blitz was able to blush and stare at his friend with wide eyes. “Y-y-y-you... Aqua...you...”

“I thought... y-y-you were... a-a-already...going...to be given...a life mate...” she sighed, wiping her tears. “So... I never... said anything...but now?”

Blitz put a single talon on her lips and stared at her with eyes that saw her in a different light. He slowly brought her closer, letting Aquafire rest on his chest as he wrapped his arms and wings around her. “Shhh... just...hold me...”

Ember gave a small smirk at the sight of her friends embracing each other. At least if this ends poorly, they’ll die with no regrets.

“Hey, Ember?” She turned around and saw Gable struggling to walk towards her. Granted, he was using the wall as support as well, but the two of them were the only ones still standing. Even King Thorax could barely move as he lay on his back, surrounded by his dying changing guards who were using what little love they had to keep him alive. “S-s-some...s-situation...huh?”

“Y-yeah,” growled Ember, glaring upwards at the death crystal that was killing them all. “I’m... not... done... y-yet...need...to...save...Spike...and...others.”

Garble nodded and, to her surprise, began to chuckle. “Even when death... is in y-y-your face...you...s-s-still think about...tha-a-at loser.”

“Yeah...” whispered Ember, closing her eyes as she slowly fell on her haunches. “I wish... I wish... I could... hug him... one more time...”

“Remember... w-w-when he... ordered...m-m-me to... hug...all those dragons?”

Ember snorted at the memory. It was the only order Spike ever gave as The Dragon Lord before handing it over to her. “Yeah. It was funny seeing my dad... react to you... hugging his nose.” The two chuckled again and stared at each other. Whatever feelings of dislike they had somehow seemed to be fading from them as they reminisce of the trial in their heads. That, or maybe dying feels like this? Coming to peace with those you’ve hated all your life?

“... these changes... your vision?” asked Garble, shaking his head. “Do you really think they can help our people?”

Ember, using what little strength she had turned to him, and nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“... well, better be like a proper guard and save your royal butt,” replied Garble as he slowly spread his wings. Ember tilted his head as he grinned towards her. “I’m not doing this for you... or Spike... I’m doing this because I hate my old man.” 

“Garble?” asked Ember before he let out a roar that alerted everyone. To their shock, despite the power of the crystal draining his energy, he flew up into the air. “Garble!” 

She watched in horror and awe as he rose straight up to the crystal, doing his best to ignore the painful rays of its deadly magic as he got closer. Ember half expected him to fall to his death as it continued to drain more from him as he got closer, but to her shock he still flew forward despite the toil it was taking on his body. More then once, he faltered, but he kept going. His sweating face one of pure determination as he managed to reach the crystal at long last. He was able to half wrap it around his arms, but it wouldn’t come down.

“Garble! Don’t!” shouted Ember, gasping as she struggled to get up. “You heard what... Crystalis said! The closer you....get the more energy...it drains!” 

“Screw... that!” grunted Garble, before he started to cough uncontrollably. He coughed so hard that blood started to come out both his mouth and his nose. Despite this, he gritted his teeth before roaring so loud it even woke those unconscious up like Twilight Sparkle. They all stared at the dying, determined dragon who was using every ounce of his strength to slowly rip the crystal off the ceiling.

“I am Garble Redskull! Heir to the Redskull clan! I am a Scale Guard to the Dragon Lord and a proud dragon despite what my butthole of a father thinks! My duty is to protect and serve and die for my Lord and my nation! And I will not fail that duty to something I eat and shit for breakfast!” 

Everyone’s jaw dropped as he managed to roar one last time and rip the crystal out of the roof. “He did it!” shouted one of her other Scale Guards.

“But how... do we destroy it?!” screamed Aquafire.

At that moment, Garbled looked down at Ember who saw in his eyes something akin to acceptance. He gave her a smirk before closing his eyes and diving towards the energy shield. In an instant, Ember realized with horror what he was going to do. “Garble! Noooo!”

He didn’t say anything as he dived without stop. A few seconds later, he and the crystal connected with the shield as a burst of light blinded them. The sounds of two powerful magics clashing echoed in their ears as they ducked down, covering their heads. It went on for what seemed like an eternity, but it was only a brief moment in time before there was a large shattering and an explosion that followed.

The force of the blast pushed them all back a bit, but when they were done, they felt a sense of energy rush towards them. Slowly, all of them opened their eyes and felt as if weights were lifted off their chest. Blitz, helping Aquafire up, stood and took in deep breaths as he looked around for any sign of the crystal or its power. He let out a joyful laugh when he realized it wasn’t there. “We’re alive! He did it!”

Nearly everyone whooped out for joy as they their once weakened hearts began to beat with life once again. Twilight, activating her magic, levitated some rocks nearby and sighed in relief. “And we got our magic back! We’ll need time to recover, but I’ll be able to teleport us out of here when I can!”

“This is great!” shouted Aquafire, hugging Blitz. The two looked at each other and quickly seperated with red cheeks. “Uh, well, now that we’ll be free soon! We can now stop Redskull and Chrysalis from... Ember?”

Everyone turned to the direction of the shield were Ember lay on her knees, holding something in her claws. They slowly made their way to her and saw that she was shedding tears... while holding the burned remains of a ruined Scale Guard armor. Everyone quickly knew who it belonged to and realized what it meant.

“Garble... he’s... is he?” asked one changeling.

“...yes,” whispered Ember, as she wiped away her tears before standing up. Gently, she handed the burned armor to one of her other scale guards. She paused before summoning her scepter and banged it on the ground. “As Dragon Lord, I proclaim Garble Redskull will be given full honors at his funeral and his remains be buried in the Cavern of Heroes like others before him. May our ancestors welcome him into the stars and our gods grant him peace in death. He will  be remembered in the years to come as an example of a true dragon for sacrifice and the pride of our people. I also award him, posthumous, the title of Lord Redskull and relinquish it from his father who I deem, and all those allied with him, traitors and enemies of the dragon kingdom. May Garble serve as an example and paragon for the Scale Guards... and for our people.”

The dragons nodded and bowed their heads. 

“Now...” Ember gripped her specter hard as flames burst from her nostrils. “Garble sacrificed himself so that we may live and we must not let that be in vain! We must stop Redskull and Chrysalis from causing a war between two nations and save Spike. We cannot fail.”

She closed her eyes and growled. “We must not fail.”
> Chapter 17
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Lord Redskull knew that if his father or grandfather were still alive they would be demanding to know what he was doing. Of all the actions he had taken in his life, perhaps there was no worse one then betraying the Dragon Lord, leaving her to die, and seeking to have a replacement that will hopefully be his nephew. Ever since he was a drankling, he had always followed the standards and traditions of their people, hoping to serve as a paragon for all others to follow. Even he, like many others, hoped to be Dragon Lord.

When Torch was Dragon Lord, despite disagreeing with some methods of his, he still respected him for his courage, honor, and strength. He was a Dragon Lord worth following. His daughter on the other claw?

She was unworthy of the title. 

The idea that they would make peace with ponies alone was treasonous in his eyes. They who had taken over as rulers of the world when they once had an empire that stretched from sea to sea. Holding the world hostage with the raising of the sun and moon. Promoting change from traditions that stood still for thousands of years for the benefit of each race. Not to mention always sticking their nose in everyone’s business. 

Yet, he was not stupid enough to go to war with them. At least not yet. Unlike other dragons, he read his history including the wars they had fought against Celestia and Luna. The former who summoned lances of light to piece the scales of dragons skulls as their bones lay bear in the aftermath of the Battle of the Macintosh Mountains. The latter who assassinated Dragon Lord Rigor in his sleep despite having a thousand dragons watching him. Not to mention there were two more alicorns. One who ruled the Legendary Crystal Empire and another who not only defeated Princess Luna, but Discord and Tirek as well. Even taming the former into becoming a friend.

No, war with the ponies was suicide for now, but he would be damned if he let them become... friends. Their ancestors and the gods themselves would never allow it. 

“How much longer do we have to wait? I’m getting bored,” the changeling queen said on his shoulder. She was yawning without a care that he was barely allowing her presence despite their alliance for the past few months. “Just unleash the damn brat onto the ponies. I want to hear some screaming already!”

“Patience. This must be done at the right moment,” he replied, checking out the setting sun in the distance. Nightfall was best to unleash their plan on having a drugged up Spike let loose his blind rage in Ponyville. 

“You should be glad that the teleportation glyph I created for my invasion when I was last here was still working. Idiot King Thorax didn’t remember where I put it,” Chrysalis said, stretching her legs. “Otherwise it would have taken us longer to get here.”

“What are you going to do now that your rival ruler is dead?” He asked, curious. He had no desire to keep their alliance longer than necessary. You couldn’t trust changelings. Especially the rumors of this one.

“I intend to retake my throne with blood,” she replied, grinning with excitement. “All those who sides against me shall be put to the sword, along with their families. I’ll force them to return to our ways, or else they will perish just like their dearly departed King.”

“And if they all resist?”

“Then I kill them all,” she shrugged, “I’ll find someway to get my revenge on Equestria another way. They exist to serve me. I guided them. I gave them love. I am who they should serve. If they refuse to do so then so be it. It’s there funerals.”

Witch, thought Lord Redskull, growling. He wanted to kill her right here and now, but no doubt she was planning for that just in case. Lord Redskull hated to admit it, but subterfuge and deceit were not in his nature. He prefer to tackle his problems head on like a true dragon. When Crystals approached him, offering her service to get her revenge, he accepted with hesitation. After all, this was the one who had once brought Equestria to its knees almost twice. If anything, she had a better streak of getting close to killing the Princesses then any Dragon Lord in history. Accepting her help was a given, but trusting her? No doubt she has a backup plan if I try to attack her. I’ll let her live for now.

He glanced at his fellow dragons who were guarding a large steel cage that held a fuming and glaring Spike. He had done nothing but swear they would get up regretting kidnapping him since day one, but now he was just standing in a silent rage. He had told the dragon of what had happened to Ember, Princess Twilight, and the others, hoping to see some kind of response from him.

He just looked at him and growled, “They’ll come for me. And when they do, you’ll be regretting it.”

His faith that his friends were alive was admirable, but futile. They had tested the crystal before springing their trap, not even he could resist against its power. What hope do they have?

By now, they had to be dead. He had ordered his guards to eventually take the bodies and bring them to the territory of the behemoths to be devoured with no traces. Still, even with Dragon Lord Ember dead there was still much to do. Already Tyranus, his nephew, was preparing their alliance to strike down at the most vocal of Dragon Lord Ember’s supporters. Including those of Clan Blitz and Oceanvale. Afterwards, it was merely just waiting for the next Dragon Lord to be chosen. Hopefully, the Gods will pick my nephew rather than that failure I once called son.

Garble had been his biggest failure in life. His son was more into fighting and eating jewels then learning how to be a proper head of their clan. No, when he died it would be Tyranus who would lead them. 

“Is it time already?” Crystalis whined, pointing to the setting sun. “There is barely any dawn left!”

Sighing, he nodded his head. “Yes, let’s get this over with.” He rose from his position and walked over to the cage, nodding to two junior members of his clan who dragged a struggling Spike out. One of them held the potion that would turn this little dragon into a furious terror that would burn Ponyville and Canterlot to the ground. With only death as the solution to stop him.

“So what’s that going to do? Poison me?” Spike growled as he stared at the bottle.

“I suppose I can give you some kind of lesson of your kind considering it will be the last clear moments of your life,” replied Lord Redskull. “Long ago, during times of war, we dragons would create potions that would increase the rage in our bodies. Making us juggernaut berserkers who burned anything in our way. We also had growth potions to help young dragons age up to a proper age to help fight in our war at the cost of some of their lifespan. You will be drinking a combination of both so that not only you will be a proper size dragon capable of violence, but you will also be driven to destroy everything and anything around you. Until you are dead.”

Spike’s eyes widened as he realized what they were planning on doing at last. “Please! Those are innocent ponies! My friends! You can’t do this!”

“I can, and I will. You weren’t much of a dragon anyway, consider this your taste of our true power,” Lord Redskull replied before nodding to the younger dragon.

Despite his efforts, Spike’s mouth was forced open and he gulped down the potion before he was released. Coughing, he held his claws to his throat and struggle to stand up, but found himself suddenly holding his stomach.

Everyone stepped back as a red aura began to overcome Spike who screamed in pain as his entire body slowly began to stretch. The entire group watched with curiosity as the once tiny dragon began to grow bigger and bigger, his roars deeper and angerier. 

In the distance in Ponyville, all suddenly felt a terror in their hearts as a loud roar echoed throughout the valley.
> Chapter 18
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Needless to say, every Dragon Clan at the funeral reception was shocked to find their Dragon Lord alive and well before she announced what had happened and why she faked her death. In an instant, every clan leader swore their service to her in anger at the thought that Clan Redskull would dare betray their leader, even those who didn’t like Ember offered their assistance. It was one thing to stand against the Dragon Lord and argue your position, it was a different matter to betray them and try to murder them. For now, she had them find any clans loyal to Redskull and have them purged save for the younger ones and eggs. Their fate would be decided later. Much as she wanted to bring an entire army on Lord Redskull’s face, the action alone could cause more harm if Spike was already attacking Equestria. 

Once Ember was done with the clans, she summoned her Scale Guards and gathered them around her palace throne room just as Princess Twilight Sparkle was finishing the teleport glyph. “So what does this thing do exactly?” Blitz asked, staring at the strange glowing design that was being drawn by Twilight’s horn.

“Teleporting is a hard enough task on its own, even at my level of power. Fortunately, a teleport glyph can have the stored energy of teleportation so long as there are two of the same design,” explained Twilight as she put in the finishing touches. “I made one back in Ponyville just incase I needed to teleport back for any reason. This should get us there as quick as possible as well.”

“As long as it gets us there, I don’t care what it does,” Ember said as she walked forward, her golden armor clanking against her scales. She had ordered all her dragons, including her friends, to come with the best armor and weapons they had. Not just to fight off against Clan Redskull, but to also to reign in Spike should he be already under the effects of the rage potion.

“Finished!” Twilight shouted. “Everyone gather around!” Ember, her friends, King Thorax, and all their forces crowded around Twilight. “Hold on everycreature!” She closed her eyes as her horn began to glow along with the glyph. 

A split second of a flash later and they were all gone.

***

“Oh my gods...”

Ember couldn’t help but agree to her horror. We’re too late...

Half of Ponyville seemed to be on fire and the roaring out in the distance seemed to indicate that Spike had already been turned by the potion. Screaming and pleas for help could be heard everywhere as the others stood there in stunned silence before exiting the castle in a haste. Other ponies saw them leave and, at first were grateful that Princess Twilight had returned, but soon shouts of fear and anger were spreading upon seeing Ember and her dragons.

“Dragons! Run!”

“What are they doing here!”

“Princess Twilight! Get back from them!”

“EVERYPONY CALM DOWN!” Twilight shouted in the Royal Canterlot Voice. A small skill she had been working on for some time. Needless to say it managed to get everyone to quiet down.

“That was impressive,” Aquafire stated with wide eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight calmed herself before answering, “Everypony! I know you're scared but trust me when I say that these dragons are here to help us! The dragon that attacked was not of the right mind and is being controlled at the moment! We’re going to help everyone, but I need to know what happened!”

“Twilight!” shouted a voice that was pushing past the crowds. From them came a smoke and bruised Applejack that galloped towards here. “Thank Celestia and Luna yer here. This dragon came out of nowhere and started breathin’ fire everywhere! We got a lot of ponies injured and homes destroyed here, but it’s managed to fly away before it did more damage.”

“Any casualties?” Twilight asked, biting her lip.

“A few close calls, but no,” Applejack said much to the groups relief. “Rainbow Dash got nicked in the wings tryin’ to stop it and is getting medical help. Rarity and Pinkie are helping relief efforts and Fluttershy... well, she fainted and is still out.”

“Okay,” Twilight turned to the changelings. “Thorax, you and your changelings help put the fires out while the Crystal Guard restores order and helps civilians.”

“Right, come on everyone!” King Thorax shouted as his group followed Applejack past the crowd towards the giant fire wave in the distance.

“What are we going to do about Spike! We can’t just leave him in that rage state!” Blitz shouted before Ember covered his mouth, however, it was too late. Already ponies were muttering to each other about who it was that destroyed their homes. 

“Spike did this?! Our Spike?!”

“Why would he do this?! He’s our friend!”

“Monster!”

“HEY!” shouted Ember as she stepped forward, growling. Upon seeing their scared faces, she bit her lip and lowered her head for a moment before looking back up. “Look, this is all my fault. A group of traitors in my country where trying to kill me and ruin relations between Equestria and the Dragon Lands. Spike is currently under the control of a potion that has him acting like his against his will! He would never do this if he could help it!” The ponies stared at her, various emotions going through their faces as Ember continued, “I swear on my father’s blood that I will pay and help restore your homes and anything else you lost, but don’t blame Spike. Blame me for failing to protect him and keep my nations politics out of your home.”

She didn’t bother to wait for a response from the crowd as she turned to Twilight. “How are we going to stop Spike in his rage state?”

Suddenly a voice shouted, “The princesses!”

“Well, the Princesses could help, but we need a more immediate solution... “ Princess Twilight then looked up at the direction everyone was looking and realized. “Oh, you mean they’re here.” 

Everyone watched as Princess Celestia and Luna, armored in gold and silver battle armor each, landed with a legion of pegasus Royal Guards armed with spears. Everypony made an effort to bow, but Princess Celestia raised a wing to hold on such things. She turned her steely gaze to Dragon Lord Ember who actually gulped upon seeing such coldness towards her. She had heard of the alicorn sisters being powerful beings growing up and feeling the powerful stare directed at her made her realize the stories were true. In Celestia’s eyes there was a burning flame that was ready to be aimed at whoever it was that was hurting her ponies, but for now it was not fully aimed at Ember.

“Dragon Lord Ember, I wish to know why one of your own is attacking my ponies,” Princess Celestia asked, emotionlessly as her guards aimed their spears directly at the group of dragons. Said dragons aimed their weapons back, causing a thick tension in the air.

Thankfully, Twilight got in between the two and flared her wings out. “Princess, this isn’t here fault! Let me explain.”

***One Explanation Later***

“I see...” Celestia stated, ordering her troops to stand down. “If this is true, then I do not blame you Dragon Lord Ember, but I am disheartened to see that even despite our efforts some on both sides refuse to see peace between us.”

“As am I, Princess,” Ember said, nodding. “Rest assured, I will see the traitors taken care off, but we need to think about Spike.”

“Agreed, if Spike is indeed in a rage state, we do not know how to take care of him without resorting to ending his life,” Luna muttered, narrowing her eyes. “Such an action would be the quickest to end this problem-”

Ember actually got in front of the Princess of the Night, glared into her eyes, and growled. “We’re not going to do that. Not at all. Got it!”

“We were going to say that since a potion has done this perhaps a counter potion could work as well?” Luna replied, unflinching in the face of the young dragon. “Your concern for your friend is noted and we see young Spike as our friend as well. Fear not, he will not be killed if we can prevent it. Now please back away before my Night Guards stab you.”

Ember noticed them all ready to stab her so she backed away and nodded.  “Well, a potion did this so a potion might be able to solve it. Do you have someone skilled enough?”

“I know just the zebra!” Twilight shouted before looking into the crowd and spotted Derpy Hooves looking in two directions as always. “Derpy! You know the way to Zecora’s right?!”

“Yeah, I deliver mail to her all the time,” Derpy shrugged before sighing in annoyance. “And let me tell you, those Timberwolves are a mean bunch. I mean I thought regular dogs were bad, but jeez. None of them have tried to kill me before.”

Summoning quill and paper, Twilight wrote down a quick note to explain everything and handed it over to Derpy. “Take this to Zecora as quickly as you can! Tell her it's an emergency and then whatever it is she gives you hoof it back to me!”

“You got it!” Derpy said, saluting with her eyes crossed.

“Aquafire, you go with her to make sure nothing happens!” Ember ordered.

Aquafire nodded, but before she left, Blitz turned her around and kissed her on the cheek which resulted in her turning red. “Good luck,” he said winking.

“U-uh, yeah. You too!” Aquafire quickly said before flying towards the Everfree Forest with the mailpony.

“We need to stop or slow down Spike before he does anymore damage!” Twilight stated as she turned to Ember and her forces. “Let’s do what we can. Maybe we can reach into him and get him to stop.”

“What about Lord Redskull and Chrysalis?” one of the scale guards asked. 

“Leave them to Luna and I,” Princess Celestia said, her voice cold as ice despite the surrounding flames. “It is time I remind the dragon race why we are not to be trifled with.”

***

“It’s time we got going,” Lord Redskull ordered as he and his entourage watched the flaming town from their distance in the forest. “Pack up, it's time we return home.”

“What? We’re not going to join in on the fun?” Chrysalis pouted from his shoulder.

“No, it will only be a matter of time before the army gets involved to try and kill Spike. I aim to be long gone before anyone can link this to us,” Lord Redskull mentioned as he spread his wings out. “This is also where our alliance ends.”

“Fine. Fine. I might as well get back to my subjects so I can fix whatever that stupid King Thor-what is that?” 

Looking up, Lord Redskull’s eyes widened upon seeing a giant flaming missile heading towards them. He roared for everyone to take cover as he jumped back from the oncoming ball of fire, but one dragon wasn’t quick enough as a large explosion of light burst upon contact as well as a scream of agonizing pain. Lowering his raised claw, Lord Redskull felt his eyes widen and his spine shiver upon seeing one of his loyal clan members burned to a crisp. Something that was near impossible for a dragon to become due to their high resistance against fire.

Yet there was a fire that was greater than that of the dragons. The fire of the sun.

Bathed in a golden aura as embers danced around her like petals of a flower, the burning form of Princess Celestia, levitating giant spears of light in her aura of magic, was a both a beautiful and deadly thing to behold. The dragons were stunned to see the legendary Princess and slayer of dragons before them. The tales told of her battle prowess echoed in their minds as the instinct to flee grew fiercely inside their minds. 

“Which one of you is Lord Redskull?” She demanded, her tone that of like a living goddess.

Lord Redskull gulped but raised his head. “I am. And I-”

Three seconds later he felt three strong blows enter his chest and exit right out his back. He slowly looked down on his chest and saw he had three perfectly clean holes melted right through his once bright red scaled chest. He could see right through them to where the nearby spears of light had landed. A second later his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed with a thud that echoed across the forest. 

“Who's next?” Princess Celestia asked as she summoned more spears. 
From the distance of the town of Ponyville, ponies watched as bright streams of light sailed through the air while large dragon like figures fell like fallen birds from the sky. 

***

Stupid, useless, dragons! Cursed Chrysalis as she ran through the forest. The sounds of dragons wailing out their final death cries echoed in the air, causing her to push herself faster. Well, at least I got away from that Princess. Even I dare not face Celestia without some kind of plan... or Shining Armor’s love at least.

She couldn’t help but grin at her most precious plan that almost saw her take over Equestria without anypony knowing better. Marrying Shining Armor was only the first step. It was then a matter of switching his royal guards with her changelings and arrange his death in a training accident. She would play the grieving widow before slowly manipulate various nobles into supporting her to get her own kingdom. From there her changelings would have grown and increased in a horde while switching ponies with changelings until the time to strike Celestia and Luna was right. A tragedy for the whole kingdom and it would be left to her “Princess Cadence” to rule in their stead.

Except that stupid Twilight and her friends ruined everything! Well at least she’s dead and rotting now! I hope Spike burns all of them to the ground before joining them in oblivion! She laughed to herself. Nopony would ever know she was involved. All would blame the dragons and another war would occur. 

Meanwhile, she would take back control of her kingdom and grow in strength before another attempt to take over Equestria would begin. No matter what happens. I always survive!

And that’s when her felt something hit her in the neck. It was painful at first, but then it stopped for some reason. Also, she felt... cold? She paused to look around, wondering if she was alone before turning fully around and seeing something that made her freeze up.

It was herself. More specifically, it was her decapitated head and headless body lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Nearby was Princess Luna, cleaning her blade with a wipe before addressing two nearby Night Guards. “Dispose of the body. Bury it in a ditch or toss it into a river. No need to give her a nice farewell. I will see how my sister is doing, but I’ll assume she’s already finished. We’ll then join up with Princess Twilight and Ember in their efforts to save young Spike.”

“Yes, your highness!” The guards said as they levitaed her body and head.

“W-what! Where are you going with me!” Chrysalis shouted as she tried to blast them with her magic, but nothing came out of her horn. She then dived after them but she phased through them which really made her gasp. 

“W-wait... am I.. am I... dead?” Chrysalis whispered in horror as she slowly got back on all fours. “N-no! I can’t be dead! I cannot die! I have to take over Equestria! I have to get my revenge! I-”

Suddenly, the air around her became icy gold as she felt a presence behind her. Slowly turning around, she saw a large black cloaked being with a large scythe and raven skull face staring at her. It slowly reached out for her and Chrysalis screamed like she had never done before in life or death.

Unable to move, the sheer terror of the Reaper in front of her, the skeleton claw of the cloaked being wrapped around her throat as she struggled to escape. Its cloak slowly opened as a vision of darkness, flames, spears, pain, and cruel laughter echoed in her ears.

Realizing what it was, Crystalis started begging, pleading, and crying for mercy. She wanted a second chance. She swore she would change. Be a nicer changeling. Make peace with the ponies. Never hurt anyone again. Yet, her efforts were in vain and she was soon swallowed by the cloak with her cries ending in silence.

It wasn’t a nice place she was going. And she was going to be there for a long time.
> Chapter 19
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The benefit of Spike having already left Ponyville was that the destruction he was causing in his path was mostly just to forests and small hills. There would be no ponies hurt in his rampage, but he was heading straight for the direction of Canterlot. While they were lucky to have Spike not kill anypony so far they didn’t want to risk this luck streak and were determined to bring him to a halt.

“What’s the plan?” Blitz asked, flying beside his Dragon Lord.

“The Scepter should be able to stop him, I hope, but I’ll need him to stop in place before I can do anything,” Ember answered, gripping her weapon.

“Then we stop Spike in his place. Force can be granted, but nothing to seriously hurt him,” Twilight said, but there was hesitation in her voice. Ember didn’t blame her, she hated the idea that she was about to go toe to toe with her friend.

“I think that’s gonna be harder than you think, Princess,” one of the Scale Guards said as he pointed to the nearby towering beast that lay before them.

“Look at the size of him!” 

One of the guards echoed the same statement that everyone was thinking as they managed to arrive at where Spike was rampaging. Everyone just levitated there with open jaws. Even the dragons, despite seeing bigger beings then Spike, were shocked by how such a small drake was now this monster of a sized beast. Ember in particular couldn’t help but find him both intimidating... and a bit handsome.

Spike had turned as big as an adult dragon, yet seemed to be more muscle bounded rather than fat and beefy like most tended to be these days. His tail was long enough to wipe out half a dozen houses in one blow while his fangs were sharp enough to cut mountains. Eyes of red rage filled his sockets as he roared a burst of flames that turned the nearby plant life into cinders without mercy. The only good thing about his appearance was that his wings didn’t develop from their past size, which was a blessing in disguise. If Spike also had the ability to fly then it would be a lot harder. 

Still, if this is what he’s going to look like in a few hundred years...Damn, stop thinking about the future Spike and save current Spike’s butt! Ember thought to herself.

“Okay, I should have a spell that I can use to hold him down. Ember, get your guards to distract him!” Twilight ordered as she flew up into the air.

“You heard the pony! Move your scaled hides!” Ember shouted.

The Scale Guards roared in acknowledgement and dived forward. Spike, sensing their arrival, roared back and tried swiping at them with his claws and tail, but the scale guards were faster due to their size. Some of them began hitting him with their weapons or breathing fire attacks, but they did little to damage him.

Ember, getting into the fray, ducked from under his tail before flying onto his back and landing on it. She grabbed one of his spikes to hold on while her guards continued to distract the larger dragon. Trying to analyze a way to get Spike to stay put, her eyes focused on the tiny wings Spike had. Either the potion didn’t fully work or some part of Spike was resisting. Either way, it was a chance to slow him down as a thought came to Ember. She quickly flew towards them, grabbing them with her claws.

“Spike, I’m really sorry about this,” Ember whispered before she put her claws in the proper position around one of the wings. Remembering her father’s lesson on bone placement, she jerked her arms which was followed by a resounding snap. The wings might not have been as big as the rest of Spike, but that didn’t mean the nerves were any less important. 

Spike howled as the broken wing lay limp in Ember’s claws. She managed to jump off and flew away just in time as Spike rolled on his back in an effort to numb the pain. Seconds later, a set of chains, just as big as Spike, wrapped around him while in a purple aura of magic.

Looking upward, Ember saw a sweating Princess Twilight struggling to keep the bigger dragon down. “I... I don’t know... how long.. I can... I can... hold him! Hurry!”

Ember flew to Spike’s face where he stopped his struggling to look at her. Taking a deep breath, she raised her Blood Scepter and shouted, “I command you to stop and freeze!”

Spike’s growls only got louder.

“I said to st-”

She barley was able to dodge his jaws as he attempted to swallow her whole. Firing flames towards the air, a stream of them nearly hit Twilight, but managed to nick her wing, causing her to lose her concentration. Spike got up and, before anyone could act, swept his tail around while spinning in a full 360 degree range. Neither Ember nor her guards were able to avoid the blow and found themselves knocked out of the air and into the cold dirt. 

Ember found herself crashing a few times before landing in a ditch with her scales covered in dirt and mud. Hacking, she coughed out a tooth or two before turning on her side. She was sure one of her tailbones was broken and her wings felt out of place. Gasping for air, she struggled to get up just as Twilight arrived by her side. “Ember! Are you okay?!”

“Just peachy...” Ember grumbled as she tried to get a better view of Spike. “Ugh, he’s lucky I like him. That blow could have killed me.”

“I take it the scepter didn’t work?” Twilight asked, biting her lip.

“No, he didn’t even hesitate. He must be too far in his rage to even be affected by it,” Ember said, clenching her fist. “We need that cure. Where the heck is that cross eyed pony!”

Her question was answered when something big and grey hit her in the face, nearly knocking her back even further. Ember’s vision was covered with grey fur and a bubble cutie mark that was followed by a voice shouting, “Sorry! Messed up the landing!” 

Ember growled and pushed the grey butted pegasus off her face before shaking her head. “Never mind that, you got the potion?!”

“Right here!” Derpy said, showing a glowing blue liquid in a potion bottle. “But Zecora says its got to enter Spike’s mouth to take any effect.”

“That can’t be too hard, I mean, look at the size of that jaw,” Aquafire said, landing nearby while holding a bruised Blitz. 

“Can the guards cause another distraction?” Twilight asked.

“I think they’re a bit knocked out,” Blitz muttered, groaning as he held his side. “I’m nearly out of wind too. Remind me to never piss off Spike when he gets that big for real.”

“Then we’re going to have to-Ember where are you going!”

Ember had a better idea then just to wait around and figure something out. She had to end this soon if she was to get her best friend back. Ignoring the pain in her wings, Ember grit her teeth and flew as fast as she could until she was underneath Spike as he smashed his way towards Canterlot’s mountain. Gripping her scepter, Ember decided to do something that, in all honesty, would have been seen as unorthodox if the other dragons were around. While the scepter was mostly used for control and authority, it was also very, very sharp. However, it had never been considered to be used as a weapon... until today.

She took it in her claw and threw it down as hard as she could towards the back of Spike’s giant right ankle. Just as she hope, it dug deep into Spike’s scales and caused the giant dragon to roar in pain. Ember managed to fly upwards until she was in front of Spike’s face. “Taste this!” she shouted before throwing the potion bottle into his mouth. With Spike’s mouth fully open, the potion was easily able to enter.

However, just as Ember threw the potion, Spike raised his claw in an attempt to smack her again. Exhausted from all her flying, especially with her injured body, she was unable to dodge and found herself dragged to the ground. Ember had been hit hard before, but this blow managed to tear through her entire armor, nearly shattering it as he was dragged downward. Her impact left a crater as she felt a few more bones break and the claws cutting into her scales which started to bleed out.

If it wasn’t for her armor, she was sure that she would have been killed in an instant. Gasping for air, she struggled to keep her eyes open as Spike, still large and angry, looked down upon her with a vicious growl. Opening his jaws to finish her, Ember whispered, “Spike... please...”

His breath was hot and his saliva dripping over her wounds. Ember lifted her head and tried one more time. “Spike... stop...”

Just as he was about to put his teeth on her, Ember finally shouted, “Spike, you idiot! You kill me and I’ll kick your butt as a ghost!”

Ember closed her eyes as she felt a sharp tooth about to stab her chest when it stopped. Just short of piercing the scales. Slowly opening her eyes, Ember felt her heart nearly collapse upon seeing no longer the red eyes of an angry giant... but the shocked, wide eyes of her beloved friend. Slowly removing his teeth from her presence, the giant dragon stepped back in horror as he muttered a word that echoed across the valley. “Em...ber?”

Suddenly, he began to clutch his head, moaning in pain before roaring so loud that some of the mountain began to shake. While doing this, a blue glow began to spread around him as she slowly began to shrink and change shape. Ember tried to keep her eyes open, but before she could see the final flash of light, she passed out with a smile on her face.

Her friend... her crush... was back.
> Chapter 20 (End)
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Ember couldn’t remember the last time her head hurt this bad. Well, other than that one time Blitz managed to get his claws on some Minotaur Ale. Groaning, she pressed her claw to her head and slowly got up from the hospital bed she found herself in. There wasn’t anyone else in the room except for Princess Twilight Sparkle who looked like she just answered before rushing over to the Dragon Lord’s side. “Ember, are you okay? Anything hurt?”

“My head... other then that I’m thirsty,” she answered. A glass of water appeared before her thanks to Twilight’s magic which the dragon nearly inhaled with vigor. Sighing, she wiped her mouth before remembering what happened. “Spike! Is he-”

“He’s fine, but... well...” Twilight rubbed the back of her head nervously. “There was kinda of a small problem...”

“How small?” Ember asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Are you good enough to walk?” Twilight asked, with Ember getting up and stretching her legs as her answer. 

The two quickly exited her room before walking down the hall. Pony doctors and nurses gave them passage as they bowed to Twilight or looked at Ember with terror in their eyes. Raising an eyebrow, Ember asked why to which Twilight let out a sad sigh. “We're in Canterlot right now and... word of what happened has already reached the city. Rumors are spreading, but Princess Celestia and Luna are doing their best to make sure the truth is out that Spike didn’t gobble up every pony in Ponyville. So they’re kinda... scared of dragons at the moment.”

Ember didn’t find it in her to blame them. What happened to Ponville was horrible, and if Spike didn’t stop before reaching Canterlot who knows what kind of damage he could have done? This was going to set back the relationship she and Spike had been working on between the dragons and ponies big time. “If Lord Redskull was here I’d crush his bones to dust...”

“No need to worry about him,” Princess Twilight answered, shaking her head. “He’s dead. Queen Chrysalis too. The Princesses made sure of it.”

“Good,” Ember growled. “I’ll make sure the rest of his clan and allies get the same treatment.” Well, maybe not all of them. Garble did say he had a half-sister his father accidentally had despite having a life mate and kept a secret from the world out of shame. Who would have thought that such a stubborn traditionalist like him was a cheat?

A thought occurred to her. “Where are my Scale Guards? Blitz and Aquafire?”

“They’re being tended to on the floor below us. Don’t worry, the Princesses made sure that they were under their personal protection so we don’t have to worry about anyone doing something stupid and risking more problems for us.”

They eventually stopped at a room where two pegasi guards were standing guard saluted before letting by. Twilight knocked on the door. “Spike? It’s me! I brought Ember.”

“Okay... you can come in,” said a voice on the other side.

Twilight opened the door and Ember entered first hoping that whatever happened to Spike wasn’t bad. When she saw him... she felt her jaw drop and her eye twitch a bit. Okay... this really isn’t bad... at all actually.

In some ways, Ember liked the change. Because the one small tiny dragon she felt her heart burning for had a growth spurt that made him just barley above her own chin level. His baby fat was all gone, including that small belly of his that now showed an average muscled dragon chest. However, give it a few years and every dragoness would be jumping on him... and Ember would be tossing them into a lake for it.

His scales had gotten a bit darker, a regular trait for growing males, and his tail was starting to grow spines. His wings had grown, even larger than her own, and they looked strong and flexible. However, the best part was his face. It was... was... 

“... perfect...” Ember whispered. His face was chiseled in every perfect corner and curve. His eyes were deep and gazing. HIi nervous smile only made her heart beat faster and she was sure no dragon’s nose was supposed to look that cute.

If it was mating season right now, Ember was sure she would give into temptation and tackle Spike into that bed and have her way with him. She didn’t care if the whole city was watching. 

“Uh, surprised?” Spike asked, his voice deeper and yet it hummed like a harp. “Kinda didn’t expect to skip a few years in my lifespan.”

“Wait, lifespan?” Ember blinked out and turned to Twilight. “What happened to him?” 

“Well, as best as we can diagnose, the age and rage potion, combined with Zecora’s cure, did manage to cure him,” Twilight answered, nervously. “But instead of reverting him back to his original age and size... he kinda is now about... not to far from your age I believe. Maybe five years younger.”

“Wait, the potion aged him that much?” Ember asked in awe.

“Technically, I was much older when I transformed, the antidote only manage to return me as much as it could,” Spike sighed. “Maybe it was bad luck or that there wasn't as much juice as it had, but I can’t go back to my original age. I mean that’s not so bad, I’m bigger and stronger now... but I kinda lost a portion of my lifespan, you know?”

“Look at it this way, Spike,” Twilight said, smiling. “Pinkie’s going to want to throw you over a hundred or so birthdays to make up for it.”

“I’m not against a hundred presents,” Spike chuckled. 

“Well... I guess that means we’ll have to teach you a few new dragon things,” Ember said with a smile, before she walked over and hugged him. It was different now. Instead of kneeling down she was holding him by the waist and had his head resting on her shoulders. Yet it still held the same warmth she loved so much. “I’m glad you’re back, Spike... I’m sorry you got involved in this.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Besides, you saved me and stopped me from doing more harm to my home,” Spike said as he took Ember’s claws into his own and looked at her eyes which made her blush. “Ember, I don’t know how to repay you. I’m glad you’re one of my best friends.”

... I am too, but I want to be more... Ember thought, but she still smiled. Now I know, Spike. I really do like you...

The door opened again, revealing Princess Celestia although the expression she had didn’t bring any cheer to the room. In fact, she seemed disappointed and saddened for some reason. That lessened a bit when she saw Ember in the room. “Dragon Lord Ember, I’m glad to see you awakened and are well.”

“Thanks, though I hope that can be said about everyone else,” Ember said.

“Have no worries. All my subjects in the incident will make a full recovery and we’re already planning to rebuild Ponyville. This wouldn’t be the first time the town has had to go through such an event.”

“Regardless, I feel that I share some blame in this.” Ember sighed. “I had hoped to keep this little... rebellion in my own borders, but I failed to do so. I’ll see to it that we dragon's help in anyway we can.”

“I’m afraid you will not find so many wanting it,” Princess Celestia sighed, “I’ve spoken to the nobles and those representing the communities around Canterlot. Including Ponyville. I’m afraid what happened has turned everypony on edge and have sadly requested...” She didn’t finish but everyone was already looking worried. “... they have requested that Spike be put in temporary exile.” 

“WHAT?!” Both Twilight and Ember shouted in horror and rage.

“That’s not fair! Spike attacked against his own free will! He would never hurt anypony! Ponyville is his home!” Twilight yelled, steam coming out of her ears. “I will personally tell everypony who even thinks of such a thing that I will send them to the moon for a thousand years if they don’t change their minds!”

“I’m afraid that will have to include most of Ponyville themselves, Twilight,” Celestia responded much to her shock. “Spike’s actions, while not of his doing, still frightened and terrified the citizens of the town. Thankfully, they’ve agreed to only allow his exile for a few years-”

“Years?! Spike isn’t just my assistant, Princess Celestia! He’s one of my best friends! My little brother... I... I cannot let this happen!” Twilight stomped her hoof. “I’ll resign as Princess if I have too! I’ll go into exile with him! I’ll-” 

“Twilight,” Spike said with a sad smile. “It’s okay. I’m fine with it.” Everypony turned to him with eyes wide open. “I understand why they want me gone, I do. It hurts, but I think it might be best for everyone if I stay outside of Equestria for a little while. Besides, I’ve just grown into another stage of adulthood by a magical potion. Who knows what’s changed from my strength, fire breath, and flying? What if I gain something new or different? Or go through some kind of puberty change that could be damaging? Right, Ember?”

“True,” Ember agreed with reluctance. “There are going to be a lot of changes now that you are physically older...”

“But Spike...” Twilight walked over to her now larger older brother and hugged him with tears in her eyes. “I don’t want you to go away for so long...”

“I’m not going away forever. Besides, you can always come visit me,” Spike said, giving his older sister a warm smile. “And we’ll always write to each other. Plus, if you need me I’ll come over. Exile or not.”

Ember stepped forward and put her claw on his shoulders. “You can stay with me. I won’t abandon you, my friend.”

“Thanks, Ember. See, Twilight? I’ll be fine. Besides, I get to learn more about being a dragon,” Spike said, hopefully. "We both agreed one day I would need to spend more time at the Dragon Lands... I guess its just now rather then later."

“... Okay,” Twilight replied, sighing. “If you’re okay with this... then I guess I’ll do my best to be as well. However,” she turned to Celestia with narrowed eyes, “I mean what I said. Until Spike comes back, I’m temporarily resigning as Princess of Equestria. I’ll still protect it and teach friendship, but I refuse to take the role until I have all my friends back home.”

“If that is your wish, Twilight, I will respect it,” Celestia said with a small smile. “What will you do in the meantime?”

“Well,” Twilight rubbed the back of her neck, “I have always wanted to open my own school...”

***
After some more talking, both alicorns decided to leave to let the others know of Spike’s situation while Ember and Spike continued to sit on his hospital bed in silence. The two of them didn’t say anything, but stare at each other or at the walls. It was kinda unnerving. 

Ember didn’t know what to say or do. What do you do with a friend who had just been kicked out of the only home he’d know all his life? Granted, it wasn’t forever, but the thought of such a thing had to have been hurting Spike, even if he didn’t show it.

“Ember...” Spike whispered, getting her attention. “... I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Ember asked, tilting her head.

“I... I almost killed you,” he muttered as a small tear dripped down his cheek. Looking at him, he looked almost ready to shed more as he closed his eyes and turned away in shame. “You could have died saving me... even though killing me would have been the quicker option... you still risked everything to save me...” He slowly touched her claw. “I don’t know how to thank you...”

Ember looked at their claws and then at Spike before deciding on something. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “You really want to know what you can do?” He nodded. 

“Kiss me.” Not expecting that, Spike’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red as Ember inched closer. “I said... kiss me. Not on the cheeks like a grandmother, but right on my lips... please...”

“Ember... I... I...”

“Please Spike, I need to know...” Ember whispered as she moved closer. 

“Know what?”

“... if this feels right...”

It took a few more seconds, but Spike slowly leaned forward and pressed his scaled lips on Ember’s own. 

Then at the moment the fire that had been building up inside her heart erupted like a volcano on overdrive. She closed her eyes and felt every inch of her body inflamed with his touch. All of time and reality ceased as this single moment in time became more important than any other in her life. Not even holding the Scepter was as intoxicating as this one, single, kiss. It was at that moment she knew that this was right.

She didn’t just like Spike.

No, she really did love him.
Spike ended the kiss and slowly seperated from Ember as the two wordlessly started at each other. Their eyes and beating hearts speaking for them. He slowly wrapped his wing around her shoulders and dragged her closer to his chest. Closing her eyes, Ember felt a smile stretched across her muzzle as she rested her head on his shoulders, their claws and tails slowly embracing one another. 

“... are we a couple now?” Spike whispered.

“What do you think?” Ember chuckled, nuzzling him. “Now shut up and hold me.”

***

Tyranus,

By the time you get this message chances are I will be dead, executed by the Dragon Lord. Your Uncle’s plan has failed, Ember still lives as does Princess Twilight and King Thorax. Everything we’ve worked for has failed, worse most of the clan, as well as our allies, have been sentenced to death. Only a few are allowed to live, including your bastard born half-cousin Smolder, who has forsaken our family name after learning about the death of her half-brother, Garble.

You are still far enough to flee the Dragon Lands, so I pray to the gods you will be able to escape and live. Live so that we can have our revenge. There are other exiled dragons clans, far out in the east, who you can use to gather an army, but it will take you years to earn their respect or their obedience. Maybe even a few hundred before you are ready to return.

Regardless, you are the last hope we have for restoring out people to the once great glory we had since the ancient days. Ember and her new pony friends will shame us and take us down a road of dishonor and destroy everything we dragon's stand for.

There is a reason your Uncle choose you as his heir over his now deceased shame of a son and his bastard born daughter. You are strong, wise, cunning, and ruthless. You should have been chosen in the last Call of the Dragon Lord, but perhaps the gods did this so you could free us from Ember’s insanity.

Know that you will always be in both you mother’s heart as well as mine. I am proud of you my son, and I love you. Avenge us. Avenge our clan and restore our people to glory. Farewell, my son. May the gods guide your path until we meet again in the afterlife.

-You’re Father, Brutanus.