Behind a beautiful set of stained glass windows that tell the history of the country, two figures are arguing about something important.
"Please give it to me Zeeb. You know that it unites the others."
"No. You know that this thing is more powerful than all the others combined. You saw what it almost did to me when I used it. You can't handle the power this thing holds."
"Listen, I respect you for what you did to help. And I respect the position you have on the island. But for the best interest of both our nations, I must request that you give it to me now."
"And I respect you too. But I have to refuse your request again. I'm sorry, but it's much too dangerous for anyone here. Only it can choose who can wield it."
"Then I'm sorry. I guess your citizens are going to have to find a new leader."
In a flash of light, one of the arguing figures disappears. He never returns.
A thousand years passes and little has changed in Equestria. But behind all of the pleasantries of this kingdom of candy colored equines, events have unfolded that will change the fate of millions.
Within the walls of Canterlot Castle, a pony is grading papers that her students have written. Needless to say, she is not enjoying herself with this mundane chore. She would rather play her saxophone or go on another adventure with her friends. But this has to be done either now or never.
There is then a sudden explosion outside. "What was that?" she wonders. The alicorn trots to the balcony and looks out for anything strange.
In the city square there is a strange creature on the ground. It has two legs and two arms and is long. It wears a sort of regal clothing. The strange thing is that it has neither horns nor wings and it's true colors is tan.
The pony looks through her telescope to get a better look at the creature on the ground. She steps back for a second and says to herself, "I've seen that creature somewhere before... But where?"
As she wonders where she saw the strange thing, the city guard runs into the square to confront the thing. Their weapons are drawn and ready to strike. The strange thing tries to get up and lifts it head when it is attacked from behind and the soldiers, instead of killing the thing, intend to brutalize it before it's death.
Horrified by this barbaric behavior, the alicorn teleports down to the square and yells loudly, "Hey! Stop this right now!" The guards have no choice but to obey and spread away from the thing on the ground.
"This is not how you act! You are supposed to capture this-" She pauses to think of what to call the strange thing, "this 'thing' and take it to the dungeon, not to beat it senselessly like a, a, a rag-doll or something! Is that clear?"
"Yes majesty, but your aunt ordered us to do this. Even you know better than go against her."
"SILENCE!" The dark blue alicorn shouts using her regal voice, "I will deal with it!" She slings him over her back and flies off to her room.
As she sets the strange being on her bed a voice pipes up, "Here we go again. First it was the hydra, then it was the owl. What's next? A freakin' whale?" A dark green wyvern groans in his own little bed.
"Shut up Scales! The guards almost killed this thing."
"I say those bruises are an improvement for that thing. It's ugly."
"Don't say that! I mean feel it's skin. It's so soft." She says rubbing it's head with her hoof. She stares intently at it's face. For some reason, she knows who and what this thing is. She just can't place it.
"You're strange Moony. Strange, strange, strange..." he replies as he stretches. The wyvern gets out of bed and walks over to her. "You sure it's alive still?"
"Positive. I heard it breathing as I was flying up here." She looks at it intently. She suddenly runs to her desk and comes back with some paper and a pencil. She starts drawing the creature and takes notes on what each thing on it's body does. "Scales, do you think it's some strange dragon or wyvern?"
"It better not be a wyvern. It's so ugly!"
The alicorn princess taps the back of his head and keeps drawing. She stops and observes the strange looking gold horn growing out of it's back. She uses her magic to pull at it and it comes out cleanly. "It's a sword!" She says in shock. "That hasn't been used in over five hundred years!"
"That's it! It's a dragon!" Scales yells.
"No, it can't be... Dragons don't use swords as treasure. And besides, it only has a few scales and no spikes. No tail either. If it's a dragon, it's got to be very old, very strange, or both."
Suddenly it starts to come around and groan as it sits up.
