Young Catastrophia
Prologue
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a large beast named Witherclaw. He was what people would call a draconequus. Every day he would terrorize the small town of which he lived near. He would eat crops, destroy buildings, and knock over windmills.
One day, he spotted a large water tower. He thought if he could knock it down, he could steal all of the goods from the houses nearby while everyone was fleeing. Witherclaw was just about ready to take off when a gust of wind threw him back and onto a nearby cliff. He howled in pain. "I-I'm alright…" he assured himself. So he stood back up and prepared himself to fly only to realize his right wing was in terrible pain. Witherclaw shook his wing and winced at the pain. Eventually he gave up and walked back to his den.
Witherclaw sighed. "I'm getting to old for this." He threw a rock outside onto a house. He took a long pause and continued talking to himself. "I mean, who's going to wreak havoc when I'm gone?" Suddenly, he had an idea.
Chapter 2
The next day when Witherclaw woke up, he went straight to work on his plan. The first step was to go to Lindsey's Magic Shoppe. As he peered into the window he saw a young beagle placing cauldrons on a shelf, when she ran out of supplies. She walked down a flight of stairs. Now's my chance Witherclaw thought. At that, he opened the door and snuck into the building. Ok, I need several things for my potion he thought. He grabbed a medium sized copper cauldron, snake skin, dragon's blood, and a lion skull. But he needed one more thing. But, what was it? Suddenly, there were footsteps coming up the stairs. Witherclaw panicked and froze. The beagle came up from the stairs and turned around to see a huge beast towering above her. What Witherclaw saw was a griffon's bone in her hands. That's what the final ingredient was! He snatched it up, dove right through the window, and ran straight to his den.
From the moment he arrived at his lair, there was none stop movement. There were also lots of self-conversations. "If anything good were to end up in my cauldron, then my creation wouldn't be one hundred percent evil!" He poured in the dragon's blood. "Did you know that this is also good for cleaning ovens?" he asked himself and then responded to his own crazy question with a crazy answer. "Why, yes! I did know!" He threw in a lion's skull and liquids splashed up everywhere. Witherclaw was laughing evilly over the cauldron as he stirred in small snake skin bits. Suddenly, a loud voice interrupted Witherclaw's "crazy time". "Hey there, friend!" the voice boomed. Witherclaw turned around slowly only to realize it was his friend, Discord. "Hey there, Discord!" Witherclaw yelled. Discord walked over to Witherclaw and his cauldron. "Whatcha doing?" Discord asked while sticking his head inside of the cauldron. Witherclaw responded with a tone of annoyance, "Making something. Now get out of there." Discord rolled his eyes, stuck his tongue out, and flew out of the opening in the lair.
"Now, back to business…" Witherclaw said to himself. He added the final ingredient, a griffon's bone, and stirred the mix. It turned a sickly green color. "Now I have to wait till morning!" Witherclaw started to walk away, but turned around again and said. "If anything good, anything at all, were to end up in this cauldron…" He sighed. "I would be doomed to have a… good beast!" But assuming that wouldn't happen, he happily skipped into the nest that was his bed. Just then, a small and neon-yellow feather gently floated into the cauldron.