(Ten years earlier)

Destruction.

That was all there was for the outside of the city where the dragons lives. Human warriors firing weapons in order to shoot down dragons that strikes back the mankind. In the midst of the chaos, was a couple of a dragon and a dragoness. The female held a young dragon hatchling in one of her forepaws. The adult dragoness had beautiful purple scales, which shined brightly in the sunlight. On her back, spikes that goes across her back to the end of her tail, a blade-shaped tail, wings that are the colour of her scales, violet eyes, a rich gold underbelly.

While the male had red scales, green spikes across his back, white underbelly, gray eyes, a tail that are shaped like a spiral.

The dragoness let out a terrified scream, speaking with her mouth instead of telepathy like the others of her kind do. "I refuse to let my hatchling die!"

"Sweetie, calm down. Our own warriors are doing their best to defeat the human army." Her mate told her calmly.

The dragoness glared at her mate. "How can I calm down when there's chaos everywhere? I won't let our only son die!" As she said that, she glanced at the small red scaled dragon in her paws, cradling it to calm it.

Her mate putted a paw at her shoulder. "I know this is hard for you, it's also for me. I won't allow those humans kill our species, so we go extinct." That didn't much reassure his mate. She gave another glare.

"I don't want you to fight. I want you to help me save our child." She retorted. Her mate smiled.

"And I think I know the way." After he said that, the hatchling's mother blinked slowly.

"You do?" She asked with hope.

Her mate nodded. "Yes, but it is a very dangerous art. Something that was used in the ancient time of our ancestors."

"If it's the only way I can help save my son, then I'll do it." The dragoness had a determined look in her eyes as she said that.

"Are you sure?" Her mate asked, rather worriedly. "It is an art that nearly killed a dragon when it used it."

"I don't care. All I want to is get our son to a safe place." She gave a snarl at the first line, before having a softer stare when she looked at the small dragon in her paws.

"Alright, then." Her mate agreed slowly. The two dragons got into a safe building while the destruction and chaos continued out in front of the city. After they had gotten into the building, the male dragon took out something which held the teleportation art. "For using the art, however, one much have to stand still." His mate stood in the middle of the room while gently putting her only child on the floor, along with a picture of it, her and her mate, with a piece of paper in their ancient language, same with some blankets. The male dragon nodded as the dragoness walked over to him.

"Let's see if this works." She mumbled, clearly worried.

"Now, for sending our son to the safetest place." Her mate continued saying some things in a mutter, while as he was doing that, the small dragon in the middle of the room, was slowly glowing in a bright light, shape-shifting to a human baby. This wasn't being seen as the rest of the dragons was fighting the human warriors outside the gates to the city.

After the dragon hatchling was shape-shifted to its human form, it began to slowly vanish. This caused its mother to have extra worry, as her only child was being sent to a whole different unknown world. A world never-seen before in dragonkind's history. However, while the child was slowly disappearing, cries and screams of dragons outside of the building the two couple were in, was heard. The human warriors had been successful in infiltrating the city.

(Ten years later)

Running, the child fled into a dark forest. The dark, forbidden forest was cold, as though everything around was only in coldness. He was hurt and scared, his left arm broken, as he was holding it while he fled. The child, a human, was wearing a red jacket with black streaks on it, wears blue jeans, has green shoes. He had brown hair, and slender skin.

He didn't care how much it was hurting him. All he cared about was running away in fear, away from the "evil" unicorn that was chasing him.

He didn't knew how he survived that balloon crash, and hadn't much time to think about it. The only think he cared about was running for his life.

He could still hear the unicorn, running after him and that he shouted loud enough for him to hear.

"YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE FROM ME, YOU FREAK!! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!! MY CREW IS DEAD THANKS TO YOU!! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY!!"

That mean unicorn, "Death Stealer", wasn't joking. He feared what he would do to him if he managed to catch him. Ignoring the immense pain, the child continued running, with help from the dragon energy within him to increase his speed a bit. He finally got out of the forest and found himself in the open fields. He kept running but a stunt beam hit him in his back. It didn't hurt but he couldn't move. With much effort, he turned his head and saw the unicorn.

"Got you!" The unicorn cried out. "Now, what am I going to do with you?" He pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, he heard something else coming from behind him. Then, going from the forest, two timberwolves were approaching. They were covered in blood of the poor souls they had eaten.

Death, watching them, screamed: "Stay away from me! He is mine! I am the one who's going to kill him! You hear me?!"

The Timberwolves then started to attack the unicorn. He defended himself by throwing beams at them. They didn't help him very much since he was too weak. He was doom if things kept this way.

The child watched them for a minute and he finally started to feel his body again. It seemed Death was weak after all. The stunt spell wear off very fast, and he stood up and started to run again. One of the Timberwolves saw him and started to go after him. Seeing this, Death smirked and screamed,

"ENJOY BEING A SNACK, FREAK!"

He then used all of his strength left and fired a powerful beam to his wolf opponent. It exploded, leaving nothing more than little branches. With one final glance to the wolf running after the freak, he chuckled and ran back to the forest.

The child kept running until he reached a little river. He facepalmed for his bad luck. There was no way he could reach the other side with one broken arm, not to mention, he couldn't swim. Thinking one way to cross, he heard the monster behind him. He turned around and saw those horrible glowing green eyes. This was it. His end. He felt colder than ever, even with the energy within him warming him. He saw his life running in his eyes and started to regret all the things he didn't do with his mother, Cadance and his friends. It broke his little heart.

"Nopony is coming after me... right?" The child whispered and looked at the river, and then at the wolf. Either way, he was dead, but at least drowning was better than getting eaten... right?

The wolf noticed how the child was staring at the river. Not wanting to lose his snack, he jumped with its bloody mouth to bite Moon's little head. The child saw him, and with one last effort, he jumped into the river, but didn't notice his pendant. For the sudden fast jump, abandoned his hidden place under his jacket and was now flowing in the air. The wolf bite it and removed it from his neck, covering it all in pony blood.

"My pendant! Noo! Mother!"

Those were the last words the child cried before landing in the water. The river dragged him with force. He was at the bottom of the little river, struggling to come out with no success. He felt like if all his body was crushed. The pain in his arm was unbearable, but he didn't feel it for much time. A river rock hit his head and everything went black.

She sighed as she flew by the river. This flyer was a dragon, a blue female dragon at that. Ember, daughter of the Dragon Lord, was gliding through the air and landed at the bank of the river to drink some water.

After a few mouth full of water, Ember started to notice something coming from within the river by the coner of her right eye. What she saw startled her. There, in the water, was the strangest creature she had ever seen in her life.

Not wanting the creature to drown, she flapped her wings and glided above the creature and lifted it in her paws. After a good look at, she started to sense a familiar kind of energy from it.

"Hm. Dragon energy. I think I'll heal it since I felt the source coming from it." Without more words, she started flying to a near by cave in a mountain that was close to the river.

It only felt like eternity, but the creature opened his blue and yellow eyes as he felt dizziness fading from him. When he got a good look at his surroundings, he noticed that he was in a cave, and that he was leaning on a column that was behind him.

"Where am I?" He murmured. Suddenly, he felt pain in his left arm. He held it as he cringed from the pain.

"Oh, you're awake. Good." A femine voice cried.

The creature looked to see who it was. What he saw, stunned him completely. There, at the entrance of the cave, was a female dragon with, to the boy's eyes, a beautiful light blue scaly body, darker blue wings, ruby eyes, her underbelly a lighter shade of the same colour as her scales, her tailtip has a blue heart at the end.

"Where am I?" The boy asked.

"In a cave, at the borders of the Dragon Lands." The dragon answered. The boy's eyes widened in shock.

Dragon Lands? Why am I here?

He winced as he felt more pain from his arm. The female dragon raised an eyeridge, until she saw what was wrong.

"Your arm may be hurt, but I know what to not make it feel pain." The boy stared at her, perplexed. The dragon lifted a crystal up from the ground and walked up to him. She laid the crystal next to the boy's legs.

"What are you doing?" He asked, pain straining even from his voice.

"Healing you, of course." The boy raised a eyebrow. Just then, the crystal began glowing and he started to feel funny. Seconds later, he felt no more pain from his left arm, nor his body. The crystal stopped glowing after it did its thing.

"I felt funny."

Chuckling, the dragon responded, "It was the gem. It sealed your wound completely. Your arm should be fine now,." She stepped back as the boy moved his arm around a bit. A thankful smile grew on his lips.

"It's like nothing was there. Thanks."

A smile in return. "You're welcome. Though, I may ask, what kind of creature are you?"

The boy looked straight in her beautiful ruby eyes. "I don't know my species, sorry." He said regretfully. "I don't even know who I am."

The dragon looked at the ground and whispered, "Seem like he has amnesia, that isn't good." She then looked up to see the creature's downright face. "Don't worry. I think I know just what to make you remember who you are."

"You'd do that?" He asked, hope in his voice.

"Of course. I believe my father can know what you are."

The boy nodded in agreement, before asking, "By the way: who are you?"

"My name's Ember, daughter of the Dragon Lord, Torch." Ember answered with a smile. The two then began to walk out of the cave. The boy closed his eyes by the bright light that came onto his face.

This should be interesting. He thought.

The two then made their way down the mountain and onto the path of the volcanic region, home of the dragons.

The journey to Ember's homeland was a bit difficult for the boy than he thought. Knowing that he couldn't fly, she had to carry him over a river of lava, to which he thought of was crazy. When they reached the edge of the Dragon Lands, they stopped for a moment.

"Why are we stopping?" The boy asked, glancing at his companion.

"I just thought of something." Ember replied. "Since you were from the ponies's lands, from what you told me, I'm a bit worried for what the dragons might do to you." The boy putted two fingers on his chin.

"Well, we won't know unless we're going." He responded. The female dragon smiled a bit and nodded slowly. Then, they continued on with their journey to the dragons' home. After some minutes of walking, they came in front of a group of dragons that seemed to be in their early teens.

Their colour was that of red, white, and gray. The red dragon had dull scales, a yellow underbelly, pinkish freckles, yellow spikes that end in a webbed crest on his head, his eyes are yellow with purple pupils, and he has yellow, slightly torn wings.

The one to his right had white scales, a light shade of pink underbelly, light, slightly torn wings like the red one, his eyes are a red colour.

Ember growled as she recognized the dragons. "Garble, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, just checking the area, Princess." The dragon, named Garble, replied in a mocking way. Then he noticed the boy to her left. "And what do we have here? A monkey, or something?"

The boy gave a poisonous glare. "Better watch your mouth, dragon." He warned. Garble glared back.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe?"

The boy blinked as Garble laughed. "I like your attitude. However, you won't walk away from me in peace when the trial comes."

"Trial?" The boy looked at Ember.

"The trial is a competition that we dragons do to decide which one of us are better than the other ones." She explained.

They glanced back at the trio as Garble yawned in boredom. "This is getting bored. I'm going to do something that gets me better than to talk with the princess and you, monkey." The "monkey" stared in his eyes in a threatening way. Garble only shrugged and flew off, his companions following soon after.

Ember sighed. "Someday I'm going to teach him a lesson with manners."

"You and me both."

She then looked at him. "Though, I didn't quite get your name. What is it?"

"Call me Virin." Virin answered.

Ember smiled. "A mysterious name. I like it." They continued on their way to her home. When they came, Virin looked in awe at the rather big cave.

Who would even live here? He thought to himself. Then he could only guess one would. The Dragon Lord himself. Just then, the ground began to shake as he stared at his surroundings.

What came out was the biggest dragon he had ever seen. A dark shade of blue scales, curved orange wings, horns downwards, five crystals atop of his head, a gold ring on his left horn.

Virin stared at it with shocked, widened blue-yellow eyes. This was the largest dragon he'd seen.

"Why, Ember. Good to have you home." His voice was deep. "And I see that you have company with you." He glanced at Virin.

"Yes, father." Ember replied. "I found him in the river at the edge of the region. He seems to be in an anmesia-state, as he can't remember anything from his past."

Her father, no doubt Torch, stared at the boy with sympathetic. "My condolences. No one should have had such thing in a life." Virin nodded sadly. "Come, we have much to talk about." They followed Torch inside the cave.

When he was inside, Virin was still in awe. The cave wasn't what he'd expected. A few decorations was there, columns, he guessed dragons doesn't sit on a pillow. They sat on the ground on their hunches, with their tail coiled.

As he sat to be more comfortable, Torch asked, "Tell me, what is your name?"

"Virin."

"A mysterious name." Torch smiled warmly.

"Your daughter said the same thing." Virin pointed out. He felt a jap in his shoulder.

"Be polite." Ember snapped.

Virin smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

Torch chuckled. "It's alright. Normally dragons aren't very polite." Virin stared at him, confused. "From what I can tell, you have some dragon energy inside you. Is that correct?"

"I..." Virin sighed in defeat. "It's true. I don't know where it came from, nor how to use it."

"Thought so." Torch nodded. "It seems that you were born in a whole different world where dragons lived." Both Virin and Ember looked confused. A different world? Noticing their confused expressions, the Dragon Lord clarified, "Where you are from, dragons was sworn enemies to creatures from myths and legends in Equestria known as humans."

"Human?" Virin asked, shocked. "Is that what I am?"

"Only a half-human." Torch explained, a sad tone in his voice was clearly heard. "Your races, both dragon and human, was at war with each other for years, ever since another legendary creature of that world became evil from greed and hatred."

Ember's expression turned to surprise instead of shock. "But all dragons weren't all that bad, right, father?"

Torch nodded to his daughter's question. "Correct my dear. It would seem that a line of your family, Virin, defended both human and dragon alike. They were known as "World Protectors". They were the kindest and justified dragons the humans had known.

"Your ancestors were also in war, but only to defend the weak, young Virin. Your blood even streams from them, since you were born in that world."

Virin's eyes widened further. "But how could I possibly be ended up here?!"

Shaking his head, the Dragon Lord continued, "I do not know. But I could guess that your father, who was a descendant of two of the World Protectors, knew a forbidden spell that could send another living being to a different world, or dimension."

"This forbidden spell..." Ember started, gaining Virin and her father's attention. "Was it a transportation spell?"

"That could be, but I do not know how it worked." Her father said. "I only know spells that are from this world, no other creatures nor pony could perform such an art. If one wasn't careful, that being would be ended up in his or her own destruction."

A gasp escaped Ember's throat without knowing it. "An art that could end its spellcaster's life?! That's just horrible!"

Virin was still shocked to find out that he was a descendant of the "World Protectors", that he weren't paying attention to their conversation.

"World Protector"... He thought in sadness. What am I then? A half-human and half-dragon with no power? How can I even defend myself? JUST WHO AM I?!

Torch and Ember then focused their attention to the saddened human, who was in deep thought.

"Virin?" Said human who glanced at his companion. "Are you crying?" She noticed a few tears in his eyes.

"This is... too much for me to take in." Torch nodded in understanding at the human's troubled look.

"It is. I'm so sorry to hear that your family of dragons had become extinct. That was just wrong for those foolish humans to even consider going into war with them." Then a glint of hope lit in his eyes. "But," The two young ones glanced up at him. "You are, in truth, the last of their kind. The last World Protector. I can't believe that I'm meeting one in my many years."

"But father," Torch looked at his daughter. "Don't you think that he should have the proper training before he would be a World Protector?"

Virin looked at Ember with tearful eyes. How can I even begin my training without my family here? They probably won't know the true meaning of that philosophy yet.

Noticing his more saddened expression, Torch said, "It seems you're quite right. We don't know what kind of training your ancestors went through. But, we might still able to unlock that hidden power within you if you train with both me and my daughter at a separated time, until you're ready to start your duty throughout this world, to save it from threats."

"Though," Ember added, focusing her attention at Virin, "you may be in bit of trouble at first. But, it would just be the right training to get that power within you out. What do you say?" She extending a paw

Virin, still troubled, cleaned his tearful eyes with a hand, before looking more determined, to Torch's surprised look. Smiling confidently, the human took his left hand and shook Ember's extended paw.

"Excellent." Torch beamed, seeing Virin's confidence. "We thank you for your assistance. You will not be troubled in training from other dragons of Dragon Lands, before it's complete." His beamed expression slowly faded. "But I doubt that will stop Garble and his friends from bullying you."

"Bullying?" Virin asked.

"Garble had a rough past, but not as rough as yours. And from that past, he became a bully from getting bullied by larger dragons, but I doubt that he would do much on you when you're with me in your training."

With a small smile, Virin said, "I look forward for seeing his face when I beat him in that trial in a few years." A laugh came from Ember.

Author's Notes:

So, this is where the story goes. I originally wanted to keep this at Fanfiction.net, but today, I thought, Why not post it to Fimfiction and see how it will be going?

MLP: FiM belongs to Hasbro. I only own this alternative story, its plot, and its characters. Anything else, I do not own.

Note: Edited this chapter so you can get a better understanding of how Virin came to be, and how he got to the Dragon Lands.