A/n Hello everyone! Demouris here with another chapter! I hope y'all enjoyed the last one! Ok, so more ponies more story and more fun. Let's begin. P.s. In dedication to Bryce, my brother and best friend.. Happy birthday.
Chapter Seven: Draemond Intro
(4:45 am Tuesday - The Emerald Valley, Drake Kingdom - 3rd Per P.O.V)
The Emerald Valley, the beautiful monument to the Draconic Kingdom's intelligence, the area once being a crater due to a fight between the Dragon King Ulric and a rogue dragon sect called 'The Wings of Noir'. After the defeat of the sect, King Ulric sacrificed his horns to aid in replacing the barren battlefield with the seemingly never ending forest. Within the forest, upon a high perch, within the branches of a 200 year oak tree sits a simple tree house, made of small red wood panels, glass, and long palm leafs. Inside sits an elder wyvern dragon. Her eyes covered with bandages as she expertly traverses the house.
Her scales are the color of fresh leaves, reborn for the summer but wilted by the oncoming fall. Her wings slightly damaged with black marks from her acceptance into the kingdom. She has a single crooked horn on the right side of her head while the left side has a stump from which her other horn once stood. She climbs to the roof and starts to move leaves to reveal a younger dragons head. The dragon's scales are the color of the sunset sky with feathers in a group on the center of his head; they are orange almost fully but at the tips of them they are the color of the azure sky.
He sleeps peacefully in the bed of leaves as his two long horns pierce into the pile a bit. The elder dragon gently caresses his head before shaking hm, she screams. "My dear grandson wake up! Zombies have arrived!" Her grandson wakes up screaming as she falls over laughing. Her elderly bones strain as she lays there laughing.
(Grandson Dragon P.O.V.)
I watch as my Nanna lays there, losing her breath from laughing to hard. I look around and examine the tribal marking on my right shoulder, as it goes to the tip of my wing. The marking of a courier was not what I had wanted, but I love the job. My Nanna finally finishes her laughing fit as she groans and stands up slowly, the bandages still over her eyes as her smile grows again. "My dear grandson, how did you sleep?" I look at her bandages, trying to look serious.
I fail and burst into laughter, happily yelling, "You got me good Nanna! Hahaha. I slept great." She nods and slowly hugs me. I hug back as she walks down the stairs to make breakfast. I stretch out my wings and do a quick drill. I fly up quickly before gliding around the tree house, perching on the entrance. With a happy sigh, I enter the house.
(2 hours later)
I lay on the floor stuffed, softly burping as i rub my food filled belly. "How was your Chalupas? They must have been good, you ate half of the damn stock, haha." She giggles, still full of vibrant youth despite her age. I look at her sheepishly. "I-I can't help myself when you make them! I'd have to have an audience with the king to eat food this good!" She just giggle more. The familiar sound of a giant's stride approaches.
My tail swishes as I quickly go to the roof, almost making myself sick. I cough a few times before reaching the peak of the tree. My eyes scan the landscape as a familiar wall of dark fabric approaches. I kick of the tree and nose dive towards the cloaked giant. A familiar red eye pulsates while staring at me, its giant claws opening for me to land upon its palm.I do so as a deep tribal voice says, "Hello…. My friend.. A pleasure… To see you.." I blink a bit and smile happily at the cyclops.
"Hey! I didn't expect to see you again Iron! Or is it 'General' now?" Iron chuckles deeply with a booming smile, the white fangs glowing slightly in the shadows of the hood. "Drae… You've not changed.. Ad vitam amicus meus…. (My friend for life - latin) She needs us again.. Our mentor.." The
forest seems to go quiet, a mild look of shock spreading across my face, hiding the other emotions.
The smile of Ironside falters as he apologizes, him knowing that me and her had fell out long ago. He slowly just asks, "Can you.. Come to Equestria.. I… Do not have much time.." I grimace and slowly nod, going to my nanna and hugging her goodbye, telling her to be safe.. I perch on his shoulder and watch as my home and the forest of my ancestors disappear like that of a fever dream behind me.
A/n wow, sorry it took so long. I will try to update more. I do not own Draemond, that is Bryce's. Welp, i got to work on the next chapter. Thank you all for being so nice. also it was kind of short Be back soon.