Mickey Young's random adventures.
Chapter 21: The Dragon Lands. (Part 2)
Previous Chapter Next ChapterThe dragon lands were unusual I got some weird gazes but regardless I continued on throughout the time following Spike through the dragon lands until we met Ember, she was a slick light blue dragon, and if I got boners for dragons, then I would but this is Spike's mission. I'm not going to interfere, Ember looked at Spike and smile but then she saw me and frowned. "Who is this?" Ember asked Spike.
I decided to answer before Spike did. "Who me? I'm the king of pop-tarts."
"What's a pop-tart?" Ember asked.
"It doesn't matter." Spike said. "This is Maul, he's a dragon I befriended he lived in the everfree forest."
"Okay, welcome to the dragon lands." Ember said.
"I’ll have two number 9's, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45's, one with cheese, and a large soda." I said.
"What do you keep talking about?" Spike asked.
"I'm very hungry." I said.
"Why don't you eat some gems then?" Ember suggested.
"Alright, but where is the appropriate place get them from?" I asked and Ember gave me one.
"Here, I don't need it." She said and I took a hesitant bite from it.
It tasted like blue raspberries so I devoured in in one chomp. "Mmm, blue raspberry."
"O...kay..." Ember looked at me. Then she looked back at Spike. "So could you please help me with my problem?"
"I don't mind helping at all." Spike said while I looked around.
"So you say you met this dragon in the everfree forest? How could he survive for so long?" Ember asked.
"I'm a very creative and enterprising dragon." I said as I walked with them. "Never learned how to fly though."
"You never learned to fly?" Ember investigated.
"All the resources that I ever needed were close to the ground." I spoke.
Ember thought about this, she nodded after a bit. "Makes sense." She looked at something off in the distance and then she spoke up. "Sorry, there's something I need to take care of." She spread her wings and took off.
Spike looked at me, "Seriously, the king of pop-tarts?"
"First thing I could come up with on the fly." I told him.
"Let's just find out what Ember wants, fix it, and get out of here." Spike said.
"Are your scales always so itchy or is it just me?" I asked him.
"No, that's a side effect of the amulet. It should wear off in a few hours." Spike waved his claw.
I nodded and Ember came swooping back down she crossed her arms and folded in her wings. "It's like these guys can't even try to act civil."
"Why would you want them to act civil?" I asked.
"Because....when I visited Ponyville I saw how everyone got along and worked together. I was envious of that kind of cooperation. So I wanted to implement it into the dragon society." Ember said.
I looked around and saw some dragons fighting over a pile of gems. "I'm guessing it didn't work." I said.
"Yeah." Ember nodded.
"Look, I know how hard it can be to see a group change on their own. But you can't force it, because if you do it will lead to them hating you and that's the opposite of what you're trying to do." I said.
"Yeah." Ember agreed. "You sound smart, what do you think I should do?" Ember asked me.
"Me?" I hesitated. "I don't wish to overstep my bounds my lord."
"No go ahead, I want to hear what you have to say." Ember looked at me.
"Well, it's going to be a slow process with a lot of patience involved. You can't expect everything to change overnight after thousands of years of tradition. Start off small, and work your way towards bigger goals. That's what I incorporate whenever I'm in the forest, I never try to over exert myself or force myself to do something I know I can't accomplish immediately." I said. "I know that patience isn't exactly the strong suit of dragons but it's a skill that needs to be had whenever you're ruling over any species." I finished.
"Hmm..." Ember crossed her arms and thought about what I had just said. "Okay. I understand what you're saying. I'll try to be patient with my subjects, you're pretty good at this ruling thing. Have you ever considered trying to conquer another country?"
"No offense my lord but I'm pretty fine with the deal I have. If I ruled over another country I wouldn't know what to do, as much as I'd like the spoils of war. I can't run a country it'd stress me out too much." I said and Spike looked at me with a questioning face.
"Hmm, you're a very smart dragon. Meet me in the throne room later~" Ember said as she brushed her tail against me and departed.
I looked back at Spike. "What the hell was that?" I asked him.
"I-I have no idea. I never thought that you'd get so far." Spike scratched the back of his head.
"Spike, does the dragonlord want to fuck me?" I asked him honestly.
"I think so..." Spike said. "You're an asshole."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know, you just are." Spike returned the questions with another comment.
"I'm going to go let her down easy and I'm getting the fuck out of here." I said as I walked past Spike.
"Wait, you're leaving?" Spike asked.
"In case you didn't notice, Celestia is on the verge of giving birth to the heirs to the throne of equestria, I have to go through coronation before then so they can legally become heirs to the throne and a whole bunch of other bullshit. So no offense to the dragonlord, but she's not getting laid by me. You can go have as much fun as you want." I swatted Spike on the back.
Then went to go talk to Ember, I walked into her throne where she was sitting on her throne. When she spotted me she sat up. "Hello Maul~" She slightly blushed.
"Dragonlord Ember, I'm very flattered that you think so highly of me but I'm sorry. I'm not interested." I told her.
"Okay, I get it." Ember said.
"You do?" I asked.
"Not really, but just because I'm dragonlord doesn't mean I get everything I want." Ember said while looking at what I presume to be her nails.
"Alright then. I'm leaving." I said and started to exit the throne room. On my way out I ran into Spike and looked at him. "You're on your own buddy." I said to him before I left the dragonlands entirely.
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