Well, lads and lasses, it's about time I told my story. You might have guessed of my Scoltish origins, and possibly the fact that I'm half dragon. But there is a lot more in my tale than that. My story, up to the entering of Ponyville about 8 months ago, is one of strife, excitement, mystery, and general stupidity. So, sit back and enjoy the tale... of the Last Dragoon...

My story begins about nine months before my birth. A pony experimenting on the "Love Poison," in an attempt to make it safer, accidentally managed to spill a vial in a small pond near Canterlot. This accident created a Love Spring, where every two creatures to drink from the pond would fall in love with each other instantly. As you can guess, the day that a White Dragon and a green maned stallion would drink simultaneously came soon enough... and in the ensuing... events... I came to be.

Now, this was seen as quite a scandal. At the time, none knew of the spring, and simply believed that an unusual shipping incident had occurred. Nonetheless, the stallion either had to choose between staying in the city, or going with the white dragon, never to return. Guess which one he picked.

So, I never knew my father. Neither did my mother, actually. The only thing she remembered was the fact that he was green maned, and an exceptionally large Pegasus. I was born into this world in a large, green egg, along with two brothers and a sister. We each hatched with different scales. My brother, Blue Dragoon, was the runt of the litter. He... didn't last too long.

Still, I had a brother and a sister. Red Dragoon was my brother, and White Dragoon my sister. We basically had to care for one another, as dragons really aren't the most caring parents. The first ten years of my life I can barely remember, yet I still know of the hardships. Red was a highly... offensive type, and didn't care for me taking a leadership role.

At ten, we left the nest through rather forced means. Well, we were one at a time picked up by our tails and punted out the cave entrance. Luckily, I landed near my sister, and we were able to help each other out at first. Eventually, we found Red... He hadn't landed as safely. He was still alive, but one of his wings had been torn almost clean off. We knew nothing of medicine, so we weren't able to properly care for the wing.

Now, we had all been raised to act as dragons, yet we all had two brains. That's right, a dragoon, drony, whatever you want to call us; we have two brains. We each have a pony half and a dragon half. And each one of was starting to feel the rumbling of the pony half waking up. This meant that none of knew what to eat, where to go; we even forgot our own names at times.

We were all half insane when she found us. Red was in a state of heightened fever brought on by infection in his wing, White would simply sit and stare at trees for hours with out moving, and I had taken to hitting myself simply to stop my brains from arguing. When she entered the cave we had made into our shelter, the surprise was evident in her face, yet I saw something else... I didn't know at the time, but this black and white mare would soon become my surrogate mother.

We were very lucky that it was this particular mare who had found us. Some would have been scared by us, some would have been disgusted. She, on the other hand, took us in, and began to care for us. She knew of medicines, and of various magical remedies, and was able to clear the infection from Red. White remained in her dream world, but was able to come out of it more easily than before. And as for myself… being the only one of us willing to learn, she began teaching me how to speak. I learned slowly, having to try and develop a full vocabulary after ten years of nothing but dragon speech. After a while, White began joining in on the lessons, and after much coercion, Red finally did too.

Of all of us, White learned the quickest. It seemed that her pony side had claimed dominance in her mind, giving her a more… equestrian style of thought. Red on the other hand… He seemed to have completely ignored his pony half. His Dragon side was dominant, and his high aggression and unwillingness to learn anything pony related showed this. Within a month of being healed, he simply disappeared from the cottage. Neither White nor I really cared, but little did we know that we would meet him again… with disastrous results.

The zebra spent more time with me than with White. At first, I believed that she was favoring me, but soon realized it was because neither one of my brains could claim dominance. Both were wide awake, and constantly competing. She was trying to teach both sides of me at once. To White, she had taught only the basics of dragon thought, including fire breathing and how to open up our gills. To me, however, she tried to teach about both pony culture and dragon culture, in an attempt to make my brains mesh.

Eventually, it worked. However, it was not only her that brought on the harmony of my minds. Another mysterious stallion had visited one day… and his unusual habits and thought processes had helped me more than I would ever like to admit to his face.

To this day, I do not know his real name. He told me his name was just The Doctor, and that was what I was to call him. He had a dark brown mane, and a cutie mark of an hour glass. I didn’t understand cutie marks at that time, so I did not understand why he said his special talent was, “The wibbly-wobbly ball of timey wimey stuff,” but luckily, he would soon teach us that as well.

By this time, White and I had become the best of sister-brother team. The things I failed at she succeeded, and I would help her up when she had dropped. We knew nothing of life outside of the Everfree forest, that there was more out there than just the few ponies that we knew. We only had each other, and soon we would add Zecora and The Doctor to our family. Zecora was our new mother, and The Doctor our father. We came to be a tight-knit, fairly nuclear family.

The Doctor… He knew far more than his apparent age would lead us to believe. He had travelled far and wide, to other worlds, and had saved our world many times from threats we knew nothing of. And more importantly, he had raised young ponies before. He taught us of Cutie marks, or, in his own words, “No... no... you’re not really completely pony, so they need to be named something different… Ah! I like the sound of ‘Dragon Mark!’”

We had never thought that we would get a mark on our flank telling us of our talents. At this time, my mind was still conflicting, but each time The Doctor talked… they would calm down. He taught us much, about everything that he thought could lead to our talents. He stayed with us for a year, teaching us everything he could think of. At about the 9 month mark, he taught us of many recipes of food… and right in the middle of it, there was a flash of light from my sister, and when I looked, she had a crossed pair of ladles holding rubies on her flank. I had never guessed that she would have been a chef, but she was so engrossed in the cooking lesson, she didn’t even notice the Dragon mark until she was done.

The Doctor continued to train me. He had become flabbergasted, to put it nicely. I seemed to pick up almost everything he taught me, yet nothing ever showed. Every single thing I did, I did to a rhythm, to make it easier for myself, so he began trying to teach me of music and of poetry. Even though I excelled at these thing, I still didn’t have a Dragon Mark. Exactly one year after his arrival, about a week after my 19th birthday, he asked me to try playing a piano. Just as I started, he exclaimed, “Of course! You’re talent doesn’t have to do with rhythm, it IS rhythm!” That very second, a pair of notes, an eighth note followed by a dotted quarter note, appeared on my flank.

The change was immediate. My minds… for better words, finally clicked together. Finally, something that they could agree on! And at long last, the warring conflicts in my mind had ended, and I was finally at peace… For a short while. Little did I know of the changes that were about to take place in my life… some for the better, and others… others for the worse.

Zecora and The Doctor had decided that both I and my sister needed to go out and see more of the world. So, we were introduced to a blue box… the lovely TARDIS. The adventures we had were many, with many dangers, and yet a lot of fun. I soon took after the Doctor, always willing to explore, and also willing to risk it all for those that I loved, and the world that I loved. However, I had a problem of only thinking of physical threats… a mistake that would cost me dearly.

I was already born with an unusual eye condition. Both of my eyes were solid colored, no iris or pupil, just one completely red, one completely black. However, I could see perfectly fine, and in some instances, I could see better than the ones I travelled with. The Doctor had several times been reliant on my eyesight, since I was the only one who could see in the dark, and could see the furthest of us all.

One day, the Doctor decided to show us a surprise. He took us to a nearby star, scheduled to collapse on that day. He wanted to show us one of the wonders of the universe, a black hole being created. However, his information… the one who told him of the collapse had lied. White was looking away, the Doctor had guessed and covered his eyes… I, on the other hand, looked directly into a supernova.

Instantly, my sight was stripped from me. The last thing I ever saw was a brilliant flash, of all colors at once. The pain in my eyes threw me into unconsciousness… the last thing I remembered before waking back up in the Everfree Forest, with my sister sobbing over me. The Doctor and Zecora were arguing in the next room. It was almost thirty seconds before I realized that I had already opened my eyes, yet I still saw nothing but darkness. I was blind.

I admit… I panicked. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened to me. I threw myself off the bed, running into things, trying desperately to see anything. The Doctor ran into the room, and attempted to tackle me, tried to calm me down. I threw him off like he was weightless, and, using my memory only, galloped full speed out of the hut and into the forest. My thought process was telling me that I was nothing but deadweight now, that my life was forfeit. And so I ran… I ran as far as I could.