Dragonbond

by Alpha-Lonewolf

What would happen if a newborn Pegasus was taken and raised to be like a dragon? What would happen if he grew up and then visited Ponyville with everything he learned among dragons? How would every pony react to such a Pegasus with such a savage way of living? the time line will be on a vote after Dragonbond's background story.

1. A Dragon Bond

I AM GOING THROUGH EACH CHAPTER TO REWRITE THEM BY ADDING NEW CONTENT, REDO PARTS, AND MORE BACKGROUND ON DRAGONBOND AND THE ISLAND HE CAME FROM. I HAVE ALSO BEEN FEELING SOME OF THE STORY BEFORE HA BEEN A LITTLE RUSHED. SO, I PLAN TO TAKE MORE TIME WITH THE PLOT AND ADD MORE TO THE STORY LINE TO ADD MORE LAUGHS AND EXCITEMENT TO THIS FANFIC. I HAVE SAVED THE OTHER CHAPTERS SO I CAN DON'T HAVE TO START FROM SCRATCH. ONCE BEFORE, ENJOY HOW THIS BEGINNING CHAPTER TURNS OUT COMPARED TO THE LAST ONE.

I do not own mlp.

A Dragon Bond

Chapter 1

Strong wind currents blew high above the clouds over the lands of Equestria. It was a heavy overcast of thick clouds with few small patches of blue sky from time-to-time. Below were forests that had a few trails running through it connecting and leading to other towns and cities. All seemed like a normal day of tranquility for a day in these lands. But, in the cover of clouds, a group of dragons, not of Equestria or possibly near its lands, soared across the skies over the thick clouds. About five large dragons with twice as many young dragons flying with them in a group staying together in a tight formation to keep hidden in the thickest and largest cluster of clouds, at the same time avoiding the patches of gaps that would show holes to the sky to creatures below. They had traveled from the far western seas from an island full of dragons of a volcanic region on the coast. These lands however, were not known to any creature except dragons, since no other creature knew such a place existed or had more information about beyond that of its shores or even the mysterious fog that blocked all paths that led anywhere near the shores of these lands.

These dragons were on their own small personal quest as part of their traditional customs and to raid for riches as a challenge to honorably win treasures from others that were unworthy of if they couldn't defend it for their own keep. Today they chose a different route to start a raid in the lands of Equestria. Rarely do they come to this land for its lack of challenge from the natives that lived all throughout the land. This time they wanted to find treasure with no trouble of resistance. For some of the dragons brought their young to have them learn as practice for when they would have to lead their own raid for treasures. They knew there would be dragons sleeping in hidden spots of these lands, but they had been on a long journey with a lot of trouble on the way and didn't feel like adding more trouble by facing an equestrian dragon. Dragons they looked at with much disgust as they had lived by the ways of magic instead of the ancient ways before magic had interfered with the lifestyle and customs of dragons that soon divided them long ago.

The leader of this raid was named Scalefang, a mid-aged green dragon by dragon standards, looked down to the ground below. Dragons had a great sense of sight to see through clouds with other eye visions they possessed. He was able to see down through the clouds, with his dragon sight that pierced through the clouds' thickness, to see what was passed them on the ground below. Their sense of smell was extremely sharp to smell things that they were very familiar with. He saw a caravan of some kind and he smelled the scent of gems and gold somewhere inside of it. Not to mention ponies that were leading the caravan along with the smell of metal that was no doubt weapons. Scalefang roared out to bring the other dragon's attention down to the ground and to begin the raid. The dragons would fly in with their young as he stayed in the sky. He had his own reasons for staying out of this raid until the others finished. He only glared down at these lesser creatures. Remembering the misery brought to him by other lesser creatures just like them. They had no honor that they lived by. They were dependable on magic to live. Magic that easily is taken away. Magic that easily corrupts. Magic that weakens a creature of their true strength. He cared not for what happened to these creatures when these lands fell into chaos. Their complacency brought these disasters on them and perhaps it was well deserved. Scalefang was even more disgusted by these creatures that they never learned how to prevent such things from happening again.

Down below in the caravan, ponies of various species such as unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies-traveled together, oblivious of the dangers that were soon to meet them. Some of these ponies traveled to do business with trade or shipping supplies, some had joined for inspiration of discovery, writing a book, or art as in poetry or capturing scenes of the land on paper, and then there were some that were traveling to visit family or move from one home to another. The caravan had only several guards in case any creatures tried to attack. They were ready and well trained to fight whatever came at them. Little did they know what they were about to be attacked by.

Dragons had started the raid on the caravan of ponies that had unfortunately caught their attention. They broke through the cover of the clouds to descend on them with a group roar thundering throughout the sky. The ponies looked up in horror to see many dragons than they had ever seen at once as they descended on them. The ponies tried to make the caravan make a run for it down the trail, but the dragons cut had off the caravan's exit routes with walls of incinerating flames in front and behind the caravan. Each one that swooped by to unleash their deadly flames and blew some ponies off their hooves by the blasting heated air of their dragon breath and by the powerful flaps of their large dragon wings as they hovered over them. The young dragons were now given their chance to engage the ponies as they flew down to the ground to face them and collect their rewards with dragon honor.

The young dragons focused mostly on the guards since the other ponies were too fearful to be seen by these dragons. The guards stood their ground knowing that dragons were more brutes than trained fighters. They had faced young Equestrian dragons before and knew that this was going to be no different. How wrong they were to assume things about all dragons.

As the guards advanced, they were soon met with the fighting style of seasoned experienced dragon warriors despite their young age as they fought as a unit with many improvised weapons. Their talons were like swords, their tails like spears, their heads like hammers, their armored scaled chests like the strongest shields, and their wings like a second pair of arms. The young dragons made short work of theses pony guards knocking them in the air, against the ground, and being disarmed for the dragons to pick up and use the guard's weapons against them. The unicorn guards resorted to magic beams to blast these dragons. Shockingly, the beams just dispersed harmlessly against the dragons' bodies into magical clouds of dust. The guards finally realized these were no dragons they had ever faced before and that they were hopelessly out matched by them.

The guards were helpless to do anything to fight them off and this would only give the ponies in the caravan one choice. Their wagons were too big to take into the dense forest and would only slow them down. They also made them big targets if they did bring them to escape. They would have to run off into the forest leaving behind the wagons. Despite the training the guards had, they were no match for even one of these dragons, much more a group of them. All they could do now was to lead the ponies away into the forest.

The dragons had scared off most of the ponies into the forest long before the older dragons flew in for a landing. The rest of the remaining ponies, the dragons had to roar and breathe fire at to make them flee because they tried to get what they could from the wagons before running off. The guards then had to try and force some of them to abandon their things to save them from danger. The dragons weren't about to let them grab and run off with valuables if they couldn't even fight for them. The dragons would then cut them off from the wagons and chase them away. It was their dragon way to fight for the things you wish to have and if you couldn't fight for them, you didn't deserve to have them.

One mare had to be dragged off as she was screaming at the ponies to let her go. She had been trying to reach something in the back of her carriage that seemed to be worth risking her life over. Unfortunately, she was unable to reach it when a group of the younger dragons landed on the cart and knocking it over and smashed it against the floor. She tried to reach the smashed pieces, but the younger dragons blocked her way with vicious roars and snapped at her. The other stallions had to pull her away before the dragons had a chance to retaliate. All the way she screamed and kicked hysterically and desperately wanting to get back to the smashed cart. The dragons cared less for creatures that posed little threat to them and focused more on what valuables they carried inside their carriages and carts. Fortunately for them, they found some gems and bits to add to their own hoards. The day was theirs for an honorable dragon's raid. It was satisfying that no lives were lost on either side. They might have been vicious war bound dragons, but they also valued life if those creatures didn't deserve death or at least not at the moment. Some of the young fought each other to gain claim over some of the plunder. The older dragons just watched as this was their custom for dragons to win their claim honorably even from each other. Some dragons began to fly off with their treasures while a couple searched more.

In the end, Scalefang made a last attempt to find something of value when the last dragon flew off. He wasn't too enthusiastic about finding any huge treasure, but he would make the effort to keep building his hoard. After all, a dragon was also measured by the treasure they collected for themselves. However, Scalefang had lost his drive for quickly building his pile of treasure long ago. No dragon held it against him understanding his past and made no effort to bring up a personal issue. He would only collect what was missed by the others after they took what they could carry. Seeing that there was nothing else but a few small gold coins, he was preparing to fly off with his own small treasure he had found. He didn't care much of raids anymore, he lost his interest long ago to do much of anything. Before he was about to take to the skies, he heard a small muffled sound under some of the wreckage of the carriage that was tipped over and smashed. Using his snout, he moved the debris away to find the source of the sound. He grew even more curious when the debris slightly movedJH. But instead of finding any treasure of value, he discovered a newly born green pegasus with a combination of red and black for its mane and tail. His green legs faded into a darker shade of green towards the ends of its hooves. The infant also had a dark green diamond shape on its forehead. The last feature on him was his ruby red eyes.

The newborn was crying from having nearly been crushed and had been tossed around when the wagon had been tipped over and smashed by the other young dragons. It was by sheer luck that it wasn't severely harmed in the wreckage. As the debris was moved away by the dragon, the infant squinted his eyes from the sudden light of the sun, and he stopped crying as the infant foal gazed at the monstrous beast. Oddly, the newborn foal was not afraid of the giant monster he saw above him. This surprised Scalefang a bit. Scalefang watched it curiously and sniffed the newborn, but found nothing of worth from it. The newborn placed a hoof on the dragon's snout in wonder feeling the smooth warm scales of Scalefang's nose tip. Despite feeling the hard scales on the dragon, the infant felt the warm heat that emitted from it and crawled clumsily closer to lie against the dragon's snout soaking the warmth of its scales. Scalefang was surprised and confused by the newborn's reaction to the dragon and quickly pulled away from the newborn and wiped his snout in disgust by such an insignificant creature daring to touch him. The newborn had fallen in the dirt when the dragon pulled away so suddenly. He began to whimper from being rejected as he tried to weakly crawl to the dragon begging to reunite with it.

Scalefang had enough with this infant creature and turned his back on him to ready his departure back to his homeland over the seas. When he turned, it heard the baby pegasus begin to cry. Scalefang tried to ignore it and opened his wings. But the cries and whimpers of the infant grew louder and panicked. He didn't sense selfish complaining from not getting what it wanted or the infant just throwing a tantrum, but a cry that was filled with sadness and fear. Fear not from Scalefang as being a frightening creature, but from being abandoned by the dragon and being alone. The infant reached out a tiny hoof as a desperate attempt to touch the dragon despite it being far out of reach of the dragon. When sounds from the forest caught the infant's attention, it curled up lying low to the ground shivering fearing what unknown creatures would be out there hidden in the woods. It whimpered as it was now afraid to cry and make noise if the creature would be attracted to it. Scalefang looked back at the newborn in irritation on how the infant did not fear such a terrifying creature of the flame. Scalefang tried to remedy that to gain some sort of pride of being feared by the foal. Scalefang first let out a loud roar at the infant nearly blowing it into the woods as it rolled backwards on the ground. When the dragon finished roaring, it saw the newborn sit back up and begin to laugh in happiness and clapped its hooves. This angered the dragon, seeing that this lesser animal found the roar of a dragon amusing. Scalefang began stomping near the newborn and slammed his tail violently shaking the ground and bouncing the infant a couple inches into the air multiple times. Scalefang stopped to see the newborn's reaction, but instead of the fear Scalefang expected, it was continuing to laugh more and mimicking the dragon by stomping its hooves and wagging his tail up and down trying to shake the ground as the dragon did. It also made gurgling and squealing sounds as its own imitation of a roaring dragon. Completely angered at the newborn's ignorance to fear, Scalefang then unleashed a hell storm of flames into the forest and air. In seconds the forest, caught in the dragon's fire breath range, was rendered to ash. The intense flames were strong enough to send rumbling vibrations through the air around and roared loudly. When the fires ceased, Scalefang could hear the newborn cooing at the flames. This puzzled the dragon greatly to watch this pegasus, this pony, this lower creature that looked in awe at a dragon without a hint of fear. It then clumsily got to its hooves to stand and took a deep breath and blew raspberries in its attempt to breathe fire like the dragon at a small plant nearby. All it accomplished was getting it soaked in saliva. The infant babbled in its infant speech before trying over again and again to blow fire just like the dragon did.

Scalefang's low rumbling grumble caught the newborn's attention again. This time the newborn crawled towards the dragon once more, still with a face full of wonder. Scalefang began to become intrigued with this newborn and its curious nature with the dragon. He looked closer at the pegasus bringing its face close to the foal. The pegasus began to try crawling onto the snout of the dragon when it was low enough to crawl up on. But it was still not strong enough to pull itself up over the Dragon's snout with its small hind legs continuing to try lifting over and climb up onto the dragon's snout. At the same time, it was nibbling on the dragon with its gum filled mouth as an attempt to pull himself up by biting on the dragon to pull himself up. This caused the dragon to smirk a bit at the infant's spirit. The dragon then bumped its snout up a bit to slightly toss the infant on top. Once it was on the far end of his snout, the infant crawled over close to Scalefang's eyes that continued to watch him. It stopped to sit down in front of the dragon's stare. They stared into each other's eyes both full of curiosity of the other. The infant tilted its head to the side making one ear fold down while the other was still perked up with a grin on his face. Scalefang's features began to soften as he continued to stare into the newborn's ruby red eyes. That was until the infant plopped itself down on its belly making unintelligible sounds of blowing raspberries and garbling noises contently from being close to Scalefang. It began nuzzling its face into the scales of the dragon's snout. The foal then started rolling around squealing happily and kicking its small stubby legs in the air. The infant enjoyed feeling the warmth of the dragon's heat emitting off the scales and would continue to roll and squirm around to get as much of it as possible. After, it continuing to nibble on the dragon's snout as if it were trying to bite him. Scalefang could hardly feel anything relating to a bite not only because of the gum filled mouth, but also because of the lack of strength in the bite itself. Still the foal kept on biting in any way it could on any scale that he was able to nibble on.

The foal made baby-like growls as he continued to nibble on Scalefang. Trying different angles to bite the different kinds of scales on the dragon to make an effective bite despite having no teeth. Never-the-less, the foal nibbled on. After a while, the newborn began to yawn making a small and long yawning sound. He crawled towards the head of Scalefang between the brows as he was dragging his hind legs and with drooping eyes. Once it found a spot on the dragon's brow between his eyes, it circled around a couple times before it started to curl itself into a ball and snuggling as much as he could against the dragon's heated scales finding comforting warmth to begin sleeping. Feeling protected and safe with the dragon it began to feel sleep start to take him. With one last yawn, the infant fell to sleep in a matter of seconds making the softest sounds of breathing as his ears bent back and had his tail tucked in. Scalefang may not have been able to see him anymore, but he could feel him there, even if his weight was close to nothing compared to him. But he could still hear the soft sounds of the foal snoring quietly and peacefully. What dreams the newborn was having was a mystery, but whatever it was, one could be sure it had Scalefang in it.

Scalefang felt a strong connection between himself and the Pegasus infant. It may have been weak, small, and fragile, but it's heart, courage, and spirit were just like a dragon's. Now Scalefang didn't have the heart to abandon this newborn by itself and felt guilty on how his kind had taken its family away. Not knowing how to find its true family or know how to give it back to them without scaring them away; he decided best to raise this foal among his own kind. Mostly due to not wanting this much rare potential in a pony to go to waste by having it raised by weaker creatures and their ways of life. Scalefang would rather have it learn the ways of living like a dragon from the land he had come from. He knew that with enough dedication to this foal, it would start to grow into something more than just a pony. Scalefang thought this pony deserved that kind of honor. This newborn had now become its most treasured possession. His treasure to mold and to create a new breed of pony that may one day become something to be proud of apart from the rest of his kind. No creature, even his own kin, was going to take it from his claws now.

Scalefang carefully began to take off from the ground into the air with gentle but strong flaps of his massive wings. Ever careful to give the pegasus infant a gentle ride as he flew back to the rest of his dragon kin in his home land. Flying smoothly so not to drop his new youngling, Scalefang soared through the air and back up into the cover of the clouds. When he had a good wind current to glide on, he focused his senses to his youngling hearing and feeling it was still soundly asleep against his warm layer of scales. It may not grow up to be a dragon, but it will grow up learning to live like one. That was a solemn vow Scalefang made to himself and the infant. It was also a good thing the pony had wings so it could have a small chance to keep up with the other young dragons. He knew ponies had such fragile wings made of feathers instead of scales and tough skin and they were hardly strong flyers at a young age or even as an adult. It won't be easy, but somehow Scalefang felt like it will be worth it, despite the infant's disadvantages. He will be there every moment to help it grow as big and strong as it could to be as one of the other dragons. The first task would be trying to feed it food dragons eat rather than just plants and other food that the normal pony would only eat. Scalefang would have to think of a way to adjust this foal's diet to the one of a dragon's. He would think of something later.

Scalefang flew through a fog that acted like a wall protecting their territory from intruders. Scalefang place his hand over the foal to cover it from the cold foggy air and drowned out the sounds from the fog. Creatures hidden in the fog in the water below and the sky above screeched and wailed as they sensed something flying in the fog. Creatures that lived in the water below sloshing around waiting in case the dragon would drop something so they would snatch it up at once to feast on. The creatures above the fog flew over and perched on top of rocky pillars that out of the sea and stood up all the way up over the fog and into the sky. They nested up above the fog and would usually fly to the ends of the fog to fish in the sea. They were very territorial and would attack anything that invaded their territory above the fog. But neither creature would openly or willfully attack Scalefang or any dragon. They only hoped he would drop something that they identified as food. Scalefang had no trouble flying through the fog to reach the other side. Once through, he flew towards the smoking horizon of the volcanic shores of his homeland. Smoke rose from the small volcanoes all along the shores. The dragons, in a sleeping volcano, rested with their plunder as the younger dragons played their small games trying to become the toughest dragon, as all dragons do of this land, through rough fights to the knock-out or submission. They would always play like this to grow their fighting techniques and skills of battle. There was hardly any bitter rivalry as they knew the other was basically helping the other to learn to fight better with each fight they started and ended to point out ways to best the other in the next fight. The point of every fight was to make it fight as long as they could until they would both get tired. There were dragon classes that were led by one very old and ancient looking dragon and his young adult dragon helpers to teach hatchlings and growing younglings. There were dragons of many kinds, sizes, and shapes everywhere some viciously protecting their treasure, eating gems and meat, or sleeping on their treasure waiting until they were well rested up to return to their lairs where the rest of their treasures were stored. There were even some dragons locked in fierce combat to claim another's plunder fighting with flame, tooth, tail, wing, and claw. The ground rumbled with their intense fight slamming each other into the ground or a wall. With these dragons, it was fight for your pride, honor, and worth. It was a brutal life, but it was a life they were used to. They sometimes found these brutal activities as a fun game as it was their custom of honor and how they would help them outside their home lands against greater creatures.

Scalefang, with his new youngling, was coming into view of the dragon's sight. He glided softly in making a soft landing, something that was very unusual for a dragon of this land to do. This got strange looks from other dragons; confused why any dragon would fly in so delicately instead of making a loud ground shaking landing. They began to think he may have been injured for some reason from the journey back since he came alone. Maybe one of his legs was wounded from a battle with a sea serpent or some flying creature on the way back. None noticed the new youngling he brought, since it was so small and blended with the dragon's green scales. Some gathered around the arrived dragon to confront it and see what the trouble was.

"Is there something wrong with you?" A red dragon growled as he looked down at Scalefang's legs to see if they were injured. "You don't look to be injured to make such a feeble landing." He said giving a hard stare of suspicion.

Scalefang snarled, "I found something fragile, but valuable."

Dragons gathered around Scalefang growling and clawed the ground eagerly awaiting to see this treasure and thinking this valuable thing could be theirs and would wish to fight for its claim. A red scaled and brutish female dragon made the first challenge. "Maybe I would like to take it from you." she said blowing smoke from her nostrils in a challenge to Scalefang. "Let's see if this thing is worth a fight with you. Where is it?" she demanded to see Scalefang's treasure.

Scalefang glared at the aggravating dragon. "This treasure is mine and mine only. For only I see it's true worth." He said looking towards his curled-up pegasus infant resting on its head between his brows.

Now the other dragons began to take notice of the so-called treasure that Scalefang possessed and saw the newborn pegasus yawn before returning to sleep. Now they looked at it and the green dragon in disgust and disappointment. How could a dragon see any worth in a pathetic lesser creature and wish to keep it here on this island among them? None of them would allow Scalefang to keep this weak creature on this land of dragons.

"I plan to keep it as my own and raise it to become one of us!" Scalefang declared and got into an aggressive stance ready to fight any dragon that came close enough. "I will kill any beast that tries to take it from me." He growled in a low threatening tone. The foal woke up hearing the growl and woke up to the sight of being surrounded by more dragons around him and Scalefang. Instead of fearing the monstrous dragons, he cooed in curiosity. He didn't understand what was happening, he just was in awe seeing more dragons like Scalefang.

A blue dragon sniffed the youngling scent and snorted disgusted with the scent of a pony as every other dragon would. "How could you, a proud dragon, lower yourself to take this worthless ball of fur as your own to keep?" He said with much disappointment.

"I have seen great potential in the eyes of this youngling. It may not be our kind, but I see a greater spirit of a dragon in this one than any I have seen in any other hatchling of ours. If you care not for this youngling then mind your own plunder." Scalefang growled, ready to take on any dragon that would make the first move at his youngling.

But then there was a low grumbling sound coming from behind the cluster of dragons as they began to make a path for an old, white, ancient dragon that had been holding a class for the younger dragons until he heard all the commotion. All dragons of these lands paid high respect and honor to this elderly dragon. He may have looked old and completely blind as his eyes were blank, but every dragon knew he saw the world clearer than any of them with the rest of his senses showing him everything that moved around him from the smallest insect to the highest active volcano miles away. His head was covered with old scales looking like long white hair hanging from him that ran down the back of his spine to his tail to show how old and ancient he was. His talons were long and worn from many battles before he retired to be the elder of the clan. Teeth like long spears were visible as his scaly lips were shriveled back that only extended down to meet each other when he spoke. His once smooth strong scales were now tattered with scars and constantly shedding as some scales looked like they were about to fall off. His wings were thin and too weak to enable him to fly ever again as many holes were seen in his wings from old age. Determining how old the dragon was impossible even among his kind. Even he lost count of the years he lived as it was irrelevant to what he had to care about.

His voice sounded raspy, strained, and dry. But that was just how his voice sounded as he could breathe and talk just as healthy as any other dragon. "What is this you have brought, Scalefang?" The elder dragon asked as a question of multiple meanings. Such as why he would bring the foal infant to live with them, why he would choose this foal as his own young one, and why does he think he sees potential in such a lesser creature.

Scalefang may have been extremely aggressive towards all the dragons that attempted to take the infant from him, but when it came to confront the wisest and honored dragon in the clan, he was powerless to argue with him. "This youngling has a heart and spirit no pony would ever have at this age if they were to meet a dragon. When I saw this, after doing everything I could to send a fear of dragons in its heart, it only wished to imitate whatever I did to act just like me."

At saying this, the elder dragon gently took the infant into his white and long ancient talons to inspect it closer to his face to have a better look at it using the rest of his senses. He also grew an extra sense that could see in the soul of different creatures to know their desires, motives, and dreams. Inside this infant, he began to see more clearly than Scalefang ever thought to see in his own opinion.

The elder dragon then gently placed the infant back onto Scalefang. "This youngling is now Scalefang's. It will be treated as part of one of us and will not be harmed by our own." He declared. One dragon moved to speak in opposition until the elder dragon raised his wing to him. "I have seen the worth of this infant and deem it worthy for now. I shall consult with Draco later and his final decision will determine if the infant can truly stay and grow as one of us to be part of the clan when it's of age." He said his final command as he slowly walked back to his class. He would later, at night, speak with the stars of Draco for the final decision if the infant could stay or not.

The elder dragon could only grant a temporary decision until Draco's word was given on such important matters. All knew they could trust the elder dragon because it was Draco that allowed the dragon to live this long. If the elder dragon tried to use his position for his own gain, Draco would no longer grant the elder dragon long life and he would turn to dust. This way, the elder dragon could be trusted by all dragons and remain true to the other dragons and himself. Only the elder dragon could speak to Draco and deliver his commands. There was an elder dragon in every clan, but only the clans that lived by the ancient ways of the dragon of Draco.

The other dragons simply snorted and turned away back to their own plunder and ways. They were still upset about it, but they would wait until what Draco would say for the final answer. Scalefang bowed to the elder dragon for his decision to allow the foal to stay until he spoke to Draco. "You have my thanks Elder. I will accept whatever decision Draco makes even if it means casting the foal back to its own kind." Scalefang said even though he hoped he wouldn't have to.

The elder dragon nodded while turning his gaze to Scalefang with his blank white eyes. "I too see a destiny to this child. Something we may all need to break certain walls that have built up over the millennia. I believe Draco has already seen it." The elder dragon said before heading back to teach his class again. This brought relief to Scalefang's mind to know he may keep the foal after all. He then flew off with the pegasus infant to let them both rest from their long journey.

Scalefang found a hole in the cliff side of the volcano inside. His original cave was too close to the lava's intense heat and would not be suitable conditions for the infant to live in. He dropped the rest of his little plunder near him and curled himself over his treasure. As for his new young one or his soon-to-be new adopted son, he let him remain on its head where he fell to sleep quickly and peacefully once again. Scalefang was content with what he had found knowing this was somehow right with the world, despite how wrong it sounded for a dragon to take a pony infant as his son.

Scalefang whispered to his new son. "You are mine until you are fit to lead your own life. Your name from this day will be Dragonbond, for the strong bond you have with a dragon."

The youngling made a cooing sound in his sleep after been given the name. Right then, a mark appeared not on his flank like every other pony, but on his right shoulder of a red dragon-like serpent in a spiraling shaped design. Scalefang knew what these marks were. It puzzled him to why this pony had this mark on his shoulder instead of his flank, but it didn't matter to him that much. The foal's fate was set as he slept in the start of his new home and family. None knew what future would hold for this new foal, but that was for the unknown mystery of the future to decide.

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