Tirek's attack drained everypony of their magic. When it returned some ponies were changed. Ancient magic in the blood returned. For Big Macintosh this will lead him down a road of discovery.

*NOTE* First 3 chapters have been rewritten so older readers please check them out. *NOTE*

A prototype prosthetic hand from our universe falls through a rift in the dimensional barriers, eventually becoming attached to Lyra. What will Lyra do now that she has her long awaited hand? Join us and find out.

My thanks go out to Starfall for proof-reading the story.
Now with Flying_whimsy as an editor!

Drew was a simple man. He had a house; he tried to impress women; and he worked a thankless job at a local college's help desk. He was content in his life (not really), but had settled into the daily routine. That all changes one night when he stumbled upon a boy in a dragon costume. Who is this strange boy with green hair that believes in magic, talking horses, and that dragons exist (and he is one)?

What do you get when a disenfranchised Help Desk manager in his late 20's suddenly finds himself having to take care of an 11-12 year old boy that swears he's a dragon? Join us and find out.

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Readers Please let me know if you find any of the following issue so that I can fix them.
- typos
- inconsistencies with characterization
- inconsistencies with the writing style.

"The Holy Tome", "The Lost Relic", "Journal of the Heretics"; all are names for the Holy Covenant of the Triumvirate, a history of the tribes which documents the rise of the three powers that ruled the sky: the majestic Sun, the mysterious Moon, and the Twilight which balanced and separated the two in the harmony of their celestial dance. Over 700 years ago the Cult of Nightmare, seeking to overthrow the Sun, systematically destroyed all copies of this tome as they deemed the existence of The Triumvirate, a heresy against their one true ruler, The Nightmare. One copy survived the Purge and ended up in the possession of the Sun. Contemplate these words, passed down across generations, passed down to you.