A Special Kind of Dragon

Greetings. My name is White Fire the Dragon, and this is my story. My mother didn't name me after the color of my fire breath, if that was what you were all thinking, but good guess. She named me after the color of my scales. For a long while, I've wondered why I was different. Why I looked different. Why every dragon treated me differently. Why I'd have to where a blue ring around my arm all of the time. Why I never met my father, or at least, what happened to him.

For years, these were the questions I asked, and throughout my childhood, I never received any answers. Well, no real ones at least. My mother would always tell me the same thing, "You are a special kind of dragon." but it was never good enough for me. I wanted the truth; unfortunately, I never had the heart to press the issue further.

Hold on, I-I'm afraid I might be skipping some information. Let me start from the beginning. I once lived with my mother and our dragon tribe in a volcano several miles due north of the Mobian kingdom of Snottingham. Unlike the rest of my dragon kin, I was born rather… differently. For starters, I was slenderer than the other dragons in my tribe, and I was born with massive wings unlike the other dragons, whose wings were always smaller. Oddly enough, I was also born with stubby blue horns and short spines that ran down my back which were also blue. And then, there was my scale color, which wouldn't have been a problem except, it made me stand out from other dragons. Never in the history of our tribe has there ever been a dragon born with pure white scales… If that wasn't enough, my tongue was orange, but that was hardly noticeable. When I finally learned how to walk, I didn't even stand up like the other dragons. Whenever, a normal dragon would stand up, they would have their knees bent due to their weight, but I stood with my legs extended full length.

I was never allowed to go anywhere without my mother. It was an order by our elder. Growing up, not a lot of other dragons wanted to be near me, and anyone who did would be taken away by their parents. The older dragons always looked at me as if there was something wrong. Like there was a serious problem and it had to do with me. Or perhaps even… I was the problem.

Every once in a while I would have these… terrible nightmares. They were always different, but they all shared one specific feature. They featured a terrifying monster. It looked like a dragon, except its fire… its fire was black and it was surrounded by a terrifyingly ominous black aura. It would always look straight at me with its deep purple eyes, as if they were staring directly into my soul. These dreams weren't frequent, they only occurred every once in a while.

When young dragons reach a certain age, they are given a charred nose-ring, making them an official member of the tribe, but the nose-ring that I was given was different. It was pure gold, and just being near it… I could feel something, but I just didn't know what. Touching it made me feel… odd. Once I was given my nose-ring, I immediately showed it to my mother. I was so excited to finally have my own nose ring. It made me feel included, even if it was different from the rest. When I finally showed it to her, she was… pretending to be happy for me. I couldn't tell at first, but that night, when I awoke from my sleep, I could hear her crying. I didn't want to see her hurt. All that I wanted was to make her feel better, but there was nothing I could do. At first I felt sad that I couldn't make her happy again… that I couldn't make her smile. Then I was mad… I was mad at myself. Though I didn't know the specific reason, I knew the problem had to do with me… I felt something. That was the first time I felt… something different, but it soon subsided.

Not too long after that, something extraordinary occurred. My mother and I were walking about the cave tunnels when some dust flew up my snout. Whenever I would sneeze in the past, normally nothing else would happen, but this time was different. I breathed fire, for the first time ever. My mother was… speechless. Every dragon who saw was speechless. At first, I thought this would be a good thing, that they would finally see me as one of them. Though, part of me was worried, because my fire was different. It was white. I hoped this wouldn't be a problem.

Though I couldn't say for certain what it was, there most certainly was a problem. The elder looked angered, saying, "That's impossible, the power ring inhibits fire". Though I was too young at the time to understand what the word "inhibit" meant, I was sure the problem had to do with me. Turns out I was right, for not too soon after that, they had my ring removed.

My mother said I wasn't allowed to wear a nose-ring, or breath fire, or even fly. That one was also discovered by accident when I was startled one day, causing me to flap my large wings resulting in me taking off into the air. How fortunate that we were in a very wide open cave at the time; otherwise, I would've bumped by head. Heh-heh... For years, I felt like an outcast. I felt that they only let me stay because of my mother, or because I was a child. Whenever I would ask my mother a question about why I was so different, she would always say, "You are a special kind of dragon, my little spark." That was what she would always call me, "her little spark".

One day, I did something that was unexpected to even me. I broke a rule. I wanted to explore outside the mountain. My mother always told me, "No matter what you do, never leave the caves. Never go outside." But I did, I suppose my curiosity got the better of me. I just wanted to see what was out there. I didn't venture too far, only to the edge of the forest.

There was so much beauty to behold that I never knew could be found outside of my home. So many animals, trees, and streams. The moon and stars in the sky. It all felt so… peaceful… (content sigh)... but then I sneezed on an animal. While all others ran away, this one was covered head to toe in my white flames. It started to panic as did I, afraid that I had hurt the poor innocent creature. I ran about in a frenzy as I tried my best to put it out with water from the stream, but that did nothing.

I would have cried if it hadn't been for one thing; the animal began to calm down. When it finally stopped running about, I could see no signs of harm on its body. Even the water I attempted to douse flames on its body with seemed to have dried. I reached out my claw, and it scurried right onto it. It looked… okay. When I pet the little furry animal, the fire went out. Its body looked even better than when I first saw it before sneezing. Its coat was shiny, its eyes glimmered in the moonlight, even its squeak sounded healthier than before. My fire didn't burn… or so I thought, for behind me, the white fire that touched the grass had turned red orange and started to ignite the other plants around it. Luckily, I managed to prevent a forest fire by dowsing it with water from the stream, which actually worked this time. After that crisis was averted, I went back to playing with the animals. It was so much fun; unfortunately, I knew it couldn't last. I had to return home soon. Fortunately, having long legs tends to mean that you can also be incredibly fast. At least, that was how it was for me.

Aside from being shunned by everyone in my tribe because of my differences, our lives were peaceful. That is, of course, until the start of the First Robotnik War… All of dragon kind was at risk. It wasn't long until my tribe was threatened… My mother… she did her best to protect me… She was… She was… (ahem) sorry. (Takes deep breath) She was wounded… Then, something happened… Something… odd… It felt like… like the way I would feel whenever I would see my mother crying or hurt in some way.

For years, no matter what had happened to me, I had always either put up with it and smiled later on, or went to my mother. But this was different. This time it was about others… it was about… my mother. She was hurting more than ever. She was dying. I felt something inside. Emotions. Some of which were feelings that I practically never felt before.

I felt… fear (I was afraid that I was going to lose my mother, and be alone forever) and sadness (I was sad that my mother was in so much pain. It was devastating, watching every dragon in my tribe becoming so afraid, and in so much pain). And then there were the feelings that… I was unfamiliar with. I felt… I… FeLt… (Rage)… (It was enraging to see these… tHesE… (monsters and murderers) … taking away my home) and I felt… h-h-hāə… (Hatred)… (I-I (hated them) for what they did) … I wanted… to save and protect my mother… and even my kin, despite how they felt about me… but I also wanted too… I-I… w-wa—I wanted… I… (I wanted to…)

(Momentary Pause)

(Takes deep breath again) Sorry... I, uh... I "lost myself" for a moment there... (ahem)... Anyway... after, um... that... everything went black. I found myself… someplace dark. I was… scared. I wanted to go home. To feel the safety of my mother's warm embrace. I just wanted to be with her. To protect her and keep everyone else safe. Then I saw a light. It was blue and sparkling. I began to drift toward it… and then I woke up.

It was over, from what I could tell. There were no more sounds of machines and devastation. I felt a… terrible pain throughout my body, but it was fading. When I opened my eyes, I saw… some kind of sparkling, blue, transparent mass in front of me. I looked down… or rather, I looked forward. I was on my back, but I wasn't on the ground. My entire body was covered in some kind of sparkling, blue aura. It didn't hurt; actually, felt really good. It appeared to be… healing me.

I touched down on the ground, but then I remembered everything else. As soon as the blue aura had dissipated, I got up and looked around… Everything was destroyed. The mountain appeared to have been torn apart from the inside out, and all around I could see injured dragons, Robotnik's destroyed machines, and… black fire. That was what scared me the most, until I remembered about my mother.

I instantly looked over to where she was. She was still there, clinging to life. I ran over to her. She was in so much pain, but she still managed to smile. I cried so hard and so loud. I was begging her not to die, telling her that I loved her and needed her. She smiled even wider. I still remember what she said next.

"Don't be scared… please, do not cry… remember, you're a special kind of dragon, White Fire… I'll always love you… my little spark…"

She used up her last breath to call me that. She was gone, I had lost the only dragon in my life who had ever been so kind to me, who had ever been so important to me, who had ever loved me… But I couldn't accept that. I wouldn't accept that. I remembered what my fire could do to living creatures. So I took a deep breath and breathed white fire onto my mother… It didn't seem to be working, but I kept at it, until I ran out of breath. My mother's body was unchanged by the fire. She still had that deadly wound in her lower torso. I was just about ready to lose hope when something caught my eye. Somehow a large green gem was floating by my side in a sparkling blue aura. I was drawn to it. As it floated into my claws and aura had left it, I heard a voice.

"Use the chaos emerald's power and bring her back."

At that moment, I didn't care who the voice belonged too. I held the gemstone in a firm grasp and wished with all of my might for my mother's return. I didn't even notice that I was no longer wearing my blue ring around my arm. Then I heard another voice. This one was female, she was saying words, and I felt the need to repeat them.

"The Servers are the Seven Chaos;

Chaos is Power, Power Enriched by the Heart;

The Heart is the Controller;

The Controller Serves to Unify the Chaos."

I felt the power surging through me. It was pure, it was light, it was… like nothing I had ever felt before. I focused that power into my fire and breathed. This fire breath felt different. It felt… stronger, more powerful. After I breathed all that I was sure was necessary, I watched as the fires burned and glowed. The shine was brighter than the sun, yet it didn't hurt my eyes.

Soon the white light dimmed and the flames went out. There, on the floor, was my mother. Her wound was gone and she appeared to be breathing. She was alive again. I was so overjoyed, but I withheld the need to embrace her out of fear of hurting her. She soon stirred and then slowly awoke. Once she was fully awake and had seen me, she opened her great arms. That alone was conformation enough for me and I joined her in a loving hug. I was so happy. But then I remembered the devastation of our home and the "chaos emerald's" sudden appearance.

Just as soon as I asked my mother about it, her eyes fell on something behind me. When I turned around to see what it was, my eyes befell the most peculiar sight. It was another creature from outside, but it had pure white fur all over its body with blue hair on its head going down the back of its long neck, and it had a horn on its head. The odd creature greeted me and used my name. After this very odd meeting, I was certain that I very much needed an explanation, but the explanation that I received was the last one that I was expecting. His name was Safe Guard, he was a unicorn pony… and he was my father.

He and mother told me everything. They both revealed to me what I had wanted to hear since I was very small, why I was the way I was. My father told me that he was from another universe, entirely. Apparently, my mother had an unfortunate run in with "chaos energy". The result was her meeting Safe Guard. They soon spent so much time together that they had eventually become friends. After that, they soon fell in love, which then resulted in me. Unfortunately, their time together was short and they had to say goodbye to each other, but not until after I was hatched.

Safe Guard had told me everything about his home, Equestria. One of the things he told me was that unicorns had the ability to use magic, but some could only use a little magic for specific deeds. The magic that he possessed was capable of healing the sick and injured. He told me he was a doctor. I noticed the strange symbol on his flank and he told my it was his "cutie mark" and that it represented his special talent. His resembled a heart between two hooves. He told me that it represented his special talent in healing the sick and injured.

It all made sense, (as much sense as a dragon bearing the offspring of a unicorn from another world could make anyway) why I looked different, why all of my abilities were different, but I was still too young to think to ask three very important questions. What was a "chaos emerald"? Why was I able to interact with it in such a way? And what had happened to the volcano? Of course, that last one, I was just too scared to ask, mostly due to the black flames.

Several years had passed since my meeting with my father. The heroes of Mobius had won the first Robotnik War; however, that only made way for the second, which we currently are in the middle of, but the heroes are currently seeing to that, as well. I had grown quite a bit in those passing years. I'm presently still smaller than the average dragon my age, but I am every bit as strong if not stronger, but I don't like to brag, so never mind about that.

Due to the size of my wings, I have adapted to wearing them around my shoulders like a cape, keeping them together by connecting my claws together, rather than keeping them folded behind my back. My spines and horns have grown, as well as my teeth and claws. My claws are sharp but are dulled at the tips. I find this to be quite fortunate. As for my teeth, two of them have gotten so big and sharp that they now stick out of my mouth.

After discovering that I too have unicorn magic, I eventually mastered my magic and dragon abilities. I also learned that I have a powerful connection to the chaos force, meaning that I can manipulate chaos energy without the use of a chaos emerald, though it's not as strong. I can use the chaos emeralds' power to enhance my own abilities. I can also do the same thing with harmonic energy by tapping into the powers an element of harmony the same way I do with a chaos emerald. However, combining the powers of both can be quite… interesting.

With my own power alone, I am able to travel across worlds and explore them, as well was visit my family. I have also made friends across dimensions. I plan to continue making friends, and continue having my own adventures, despite my… condition. Fortunately, that's what my armor is for. But no matter what happens, I will always try to stay true to who I am.