(Prologue)

Our story begins in the city of New York, Chinatown, Canterlot. A young man and woman are stepping off a plane accompanied by an older man wearing a blue robe and a white dragon imprinted on it spanning the entirety of the robe.

"So this is America huh? I expected…..more." said an old chinese man with an unamused sigh.

"That's because we've only been in the airport for about fifteen minutes father" came a younger chinese woman rubbing her slightly distended belly. She wore a robe similar to her father's but more feminine and the lapis blue traded in for a traditional crimson red and a golden hand stitched dragon spanning her body.

"And that's all the American I need to see." the old man said grumply

"Who knows, maybe you'll come to love it here" said the man who seem to was her husband, made apparent by the couples matching wedding rings. The man dressed in a more American style, with a collared shirt and cacky pants. "It's not much, but its home now, well, to me at least. But i'm sure you guys will come to enjoy it either way."

"Well, American or not, it's our new home….his new home" the woman said as she looked down at her slightly curved belly with a smile.

"Next", a man in uniform said from behind a desk as he waved them to step forward.

"Passports please" he said as he held out his hand. The three handed him their passports and he stamped each with a red seal.

"If you don't mind me asking" said the man nervously as he handed back the three their passports "are you expecting?"

There was a slight pause.

"Yes, I am actually, do I really look that far along." The woman in the red said jokingly, "why do you ask?"

"I was just curious is all, it's just that, baby needs a name, and since I usually get all kind of names coming through here I just thought…."

"Go ahead, please, we're open to suggestions" the woman in red said with a warming smile sitting on her face.

"But I thought I already gave the boy a name?" the old man said complained.

"We are not naming your grandchild Bolin father, were in America now, we should learn some of their culture."

"You know what they say in America, 'when in rome' " Said the man sitting behind the desk earning him confused stares from the new foreigners. " *Ahem* Okay then, how about Damien or Stewart."

"Oh yeah sure, great name…..if I was raising a hoedown farm boy!" the grandfather said sarcastically.

"Father!" said the mother scoldingly.

"What,i'm not going to sugarcoat it for you, you know how you get with those cravings and all" he replied sassily, crossing his arms.

"Oh father, please, not in front of the nice man." the woman complained as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Well, um, back to the topic, how about Spike?" The husband suggested.

The soon to be mother thought on it for a second and the said, "Actually, that doesn't sound that bad. Spike, my little baby Spike, doesn't that sound wonderful father" she said excitedly as she turned toward the short old man in garb of blue.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess" he pouted.

With a chuckle the man behind the desk said "Well now, now that that's settled then, Mr. and Mrs. Drake, allow me to welcome you to America. I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Well thank you very much" she said as she walked away , the smile still quite apparent. "See father, not everyone is as bad as you say."

"I give it a few years." the elder said as he walked away with his daughter and son-in-law.

Back at the desk

"Hey Johnny, take over, i'm going on break."

"Uh yeah, sure thing Frank. Hey man you ok?"

"I'm fine, just a bit stressed I guess." the man who once behind the desk said as he walked into the breakroom and locked the door behind him.

He pulled out a dragon headed medallion that was tucked into his shirt and with a burst of shadow his skin turned into scales as dark as obsidian, and he grew wings made of little more than patches of weathered skin and bone. He stuck his hand out forward and the room started to shake, the wood started to crack a reform itself until it opened up a portal of deep and demented darkness. He quickly stepped into the portal, and on the other side, it brought him to a throne room. Around him he could hear the souls of the damned or enslaved erie cries, not that it phased him too much anyways.

He walked forward, deeper into the throne room, passing an assortment and array of armor, weapons, and severed heads set on display. He walked farther into the room where he was met with three thrones, each one more grander than the last and each engulfed in shadow to hide their owners. Every single one of the making him feel self conscious and minuscule in comparison.

"Masters" the smaller black dragon said with timidity as he kneeled before the great trio " the family has been sighted and located, the grandfather is with them and the mother is with child as you assumed."

"Most appreciated Fanfinr, I can always count on you" came a deep male voice in which one could just hear the demonic essence illuminate from his body. His throne surrounded by dark crimson ruby, hardened lava, and obsidian.

"Thank you my lord" the servant replied

"Quite interesting, this child could prove most threatening in our plans if he is to be anything close to his ancestors that came before him." came a more feminine voice, her throne surrounded by emeralds and disgusting bugs of all shape, forms, and sizes.

"Or, on the contrary, useful." came the last voice. This one female as well, but when she spoke it was as two voices speaking at once. Her throne no more than hardened smoke with broken and jagged stakes and chains that jutted erratically out of the ground. She had two slaves bound by colors connected to chains that she held within her hands.

"Dragons" she continued "are either known to be fiercely loyal, or endlessly stubborn, it has been shown in the past that if we could appeal to his innermost cravings when he comes of age maybe we gain his power to our advantage."

"Thats if, and only if he has not surpassed us by the time he even comes of age, you know the power his family wields and the control that comes along with it, we cannot allow the risk of that kind of potential existing." the first woman argued back.

"That is if, with that kind of power in our control who know the possibilities."

"And what if that kind of power decided to bite the hand that fed it. There is no point in-"

"ENOUGH!" came the male of the three. "Nightmare, Chrysalis, arguing like mere mortals will get us nowhere closer to scuffing out, and who knows if it is, the potential threat that we face."

Both of the woman hung their heads in shame to his words, not wanting to correct him, less they go against his unquestioning dominance.

"I admit, this child could prove useful to be our greatest asset or our tragic downfall. It is but only a matter of time before fate takes it course. Chrysalis, if you truly believe that the child should be eradicated, how would we accomplish such a feat, we could not even dream of getting anywhere close enough without our presence being sensed by every single magical being in the area? Moon, if we are to make him our ally, what would you give him in order for him give up his 'fiercely loyal' demeanor. Both of you have your own faults to deal with, one would think that before you make an argument, find your faults and be rid of them." he scolded the two. "Besides we shall test these factors when the time comes, with the child not even being born yet there is no point in even trying to get too close.

"Fanfinir" the demon said as he stood up and removed his hood and set a crown upon his head with a red horn sitting in the dead center of his for head and two smaller horns to the left and right of the larger centered horn. "I want you to monitor the child, if you get a chance to make the kill you take it, until then you watch from the shadows. Am I understood?"

"Yes king Sombra." the small dragon replied.

"Dismissed."

Sombra jumped from the large height of this throne landed in the center of the the room, his cape kicking up ash as he landed.

"Ladies, with me, we have work to do. And do hurry, we must still make plans for tonight he said as he turned his head back and sent a wink back at the both them."

"Right away my king" the two immortals replied as they bowed their heads respectively.

"Nothing will stop the return of King Sombra" the demon spoke as he monologued to himself "Nothing".

(End of Monologue)