Week 9

November 22, 999 A.N.

Dear Journal

I can't believe I fell asleep during to-days lecture. It was on the genealogical history of Consular Pudding Head, leader of the earth pony tribe. It's always nice to hear history about other ponies, rather then ancient spells and wars we usually focus on. I fell asleep somewhere around hearing about his son Flan and woke up around his Great great great great (several greats after) grand daughter Custard, current mayor of Manehatten. The pudding head line has always been a favorite of mine and I slept through it! Luckily the professor had let me look over his notes.

Every descendent of Puddinghead has went on to do something great (albeit in an unorthodox manner). from Flan's plan to rid Equestria of its rat problem. One that left Equestria in a cheese shortage for years..( Although to this day a rat will not enter a ponies home without being invited first). Too Zabaione, the architect who designed most of Canterlots buildings , An interesting note is that smart cookie and her line of decadence always seem to pair up with the pudding heads. I believe to keep them from getting too wild. In fact the mayor of Manehattens assistant (Bright Cookie has often said "My ancestors and I always keep a extinguisher on hoof"

November 23, 999 A.N.

Dear Journal

I think I've finally worked up the courage to ask Twilight out. Maybe out for coffee, or to the smithponian or even just coffee at the library.

I met Captain Jack Harness in town today, he treated me like an old friend. but when I asked him about Buff he pretended to not remember him. I quickly reminded him when and where we met, all while he kept fiddling with a bracelet. When I told Buff about it he seemed amused.

November 27, 999 A.N

Dear Journal

I'm sorry for not writing here for the past few days. After the politely cold rejection from Twilight, I just didn't feel like writing anything. work and class ran together in a blur. I vaguely remember yelling at my apartment walls for a day or so. It took all of my friends care and attention (also a well placed hoof to the mouth). During this time Buff said something that I'll always carry with me;

"If you love something let it go. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, then it was not meant to be"

A bit possessive I know but those words helped. So here I am, letting her go. I'll always love her and if she doesn't want me at the moment then I shall respect her wishes. If she asks me tomorrow to move a mountain, I would do it without question. If she finds someone she love's as much as I love her, then I'll wish them a long and happy life.

Week 10

November 30, 999 A.N

Dear Journal

I received another letter from Snort today. He has met with most of his family now. He sent back a few sketches of them. He is headed to a dragon village to meet the rest. I didn't know Dragons even had villages. I'll have to look into that. He thanked me for the topaz and had even sent back a rather embarrassing sketch of me with a note saying "this is for the lemon crack!" I'll leave it in the back pocket of this journal.

In other news Buff, Splash, Brute and I went to a play. Called The Rise of Discord and based on a book by Scary Shelly. The story goes that a mad unicorn had taken pieces of different animals and begun merging them together. He created manticores and cockatrices and even the timber-wolves. The mad doctor soon felt ready to try his process on the sentient creatures of Equestria. He merged Griffions, dragons and all three pony tribes (and a few other creatures) into one being. The resulting monster was Discord, lord of chaos. At first the doctor was delighted but the creature became too powerful and insane. The play ends with Discord performing the same merging spells on the doctor before taking over equestria. Leaving a deformed lumpy mess of former pony center-stage. This is the last time I let Splash pick a play.

December 4 999 A.N

Dear Journal

I found somepony to talk to about Dragon villages, he's a dragon expert here in Cantorlot. He told me even though dragons are solitary creatures, They meet in large groups during the great Dragon migration. Sometimes, outside the migration, they meet up in small villages. These "Villages" are where dragons share stories and meet family and friends, Without the stress of the migration they are genuinely more peaceful then. These villages rarely last a year or two, although the longest one on record was for fifty years. There is one about a days flight from here over the mountains.
This is perfect. To be able talk to adult dragons, some of whom could be older then Celestia. It's just the thing I need to take my mind off from school, work and other things. Luckily tomorrow is the start of hearth's warming eve festival. I asked Pony Joe for the week off. I booked a Pegasus wagon to take me there. I can take off tomorrow. Maybe on the way back I can stop into Manehatten to see my parents.

December 5 999 A.N.

Dear Journal

The flight was terrible, no fault of the Pagasus flying it though. I guess I'm not one for flying. I've arrived just as the sun was setting on the edge of the village. There are dragons flying all about and large canvas tents and a huge tent in the center. It must be a communal meeting place. I'm felling better now, so I'll head into the village. The Wagon will be back for me in four days

December 6, 999 A.N.

Dear Journal

I don't really remember what happened. Just a shadow and fangs and extreme pain. I awoke the next day bandaged and I heard familiar voices. It was Snort and his brother! After Snort made sure I was alright he berated me for coming here. Apparently, since I didn't get permission from the dragon council to come here, I wasn't under the protection of the peace treaty. There are dragons here who lived before the treaty and they enjoyed the taste of ponies. Snorts brother had actually saved my life by biting into me. It marked me as his meal. I have never been more relived to be thought of as a snack. I''ll heal but I'll have a scar.

I lost a lot of blood, so it may be my imagination but Snorts brother seems to be drooling whenever he looks at me now.

December 7, 999 A.N.

Dear Journal

Snort and his brother (Bash I think his name is) have taken me on a tour of the village. Since I was now their invited guest, I cant be eaten. That didn't stop the hungry stares though. I got to meet what I thought was a dragon blacksmith, as it turns out he was the local food vender. He was making iron cupcakes and selling them to build up his horde with gems. He also had a selection of pony food. Hay bacon is very popular with dragons.

December 8 999 A.N.

Dear Journal

I went with Snort to the center tent. I had mistakenly thought it was a community meeting or dinning hall. No, it belonged to a gargantuan dragon on an equally large cushion. His teeth alone were bigger then me. His scales were the same color as the smoke billowing out of the tents here. Despite Snorts reassurances that I'll like this giant, every instinct told me to run. Not that I could get away in my present condition. Then he spoke to me, he sounded old like a part of the earth itself. His name was Vignarsjach or ash shadow as it translates. Ash (as he likes to be called by ponies) is an amazing dragon, one of the first to propose peace with equestria.
He is an oddity by dragon standards. Odd as in he has no hoard of his own. Which is unbelievable for a dragon his size.
he then told me the tale of why he didn't have a hoard. I've wrote it down as he talked. he had a thick draconic

Listen close lad, I haven't a hoard because of Starswirl the bearded. Of course he didn't have the beard then. I was just a little wyrmling like young snort here and I had just discovered the joy of hoarding. Of course the more I hoarded the bigger I grew, greed growth and all that. I could sneak in to another dragons hoard and steal the lot in the dead of night. and with my parents asleep for the next few centuries. My growth was out of control. I became even bigger then I am now. soon I was taking Adult dragons hoards by force. I was unstoppable. that is until starswirl wandered by with his two companions. Clover the clever and Shepperds Pie a strange young earth pony. It seams I stole Shepherds flock of sheep and he asked Starswirl for help.

After they found my hiding place, they began their plan. Starswirl used a spell to make himself and his friends into ornate bowls, which I carried back to my hoard. once I was asleep, Clover reversed the spell. Then star swirl used another spell to transform all of my hoard into sheep, which Shepherds shepherded out.

At this he began laughing for several minutes. I sure they felt it back in Cantorlot

" I couldn't catch them no matter how fast I ran. And with that realization I snapped back into my cute little self. I vowed to never be that greedy again. I spent the next few centuries rebuilding the hoards of the ones I stole.
Lad, It doesn't matter how big or scary you are if your dumber then a bag of rocks. They showed cleverness, intelligence and bravery. All attributes that dragons admire. I spent the next few centuries trying to convince other dragons to respect ponies. Oh and if you see any sheep with gold fleece send them to me they're one of mine.

I couldn't believe it! an actual first hand account of Starswirl and the amniomorphic spell. I wish I could speak with him more but he seemed very tired and soon was in a quiet sleep.

December 10 999A.N.

Today my Pegasus cart came to pick me up. It was great to see Snort again. and my meeting with Ash is a memory I'll treasure. I hope to see him again. I don't think anypony would believe me, if I didn't have the scars to prove it. It will be another day of flight to Manehatten. I hope mom isn't to upset after I tell her what happened.