"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Savage storm clouds that no pegasus will dare to touch covered the peeks of the towering mountains. This was the last stronghold, the gates of the Dragon Valley, the birthplace of the draconian race. And the place where his mother and father awaited him.

A sudden roar made the rocks tremble. The six ponies cowered in terror, the cyan pegasus hiding behind the pink one making the other winged pony feel less like a coward for standing behind the farmer one. After all, they all shared the same fear.

"Go on, the entrance is right there."

The little baby dragon turned to face the unicorn. Unlike the other horned horse whose eyes were flooding with the drama of separation or the proud captain of the guard fighting the tears; the librarian kept a stoic and serene face, her eyes devoid of any tear. He wondered why wasn't she crying while at the same time he was thankful she addressed him like she would a real man.

"Come on Spike, your real family is right there."

He looked once more at the storm valley, a hidden land, lost in a time where Equestria was nothing but a mere dream. When the three tribes fought for a piece of dirt. The archives and maps covered with dust in the library until they were found by a curious mare who whished to give the perfect birthday gift.

Spike took one step and stop. There was once condition to met if he step forward. No pony was allowed inside, not even a princess. If he went in there, he would do it alone.

Spike took another step...

"No."

And his scaly arms brought the heads of the meek purple mare and the tall white stallion together.

"My real family is right here."