He didn’t need to be told twice. Torch hopped onto the fighting stage and started pummeling the everliving tar out of everyone, smiling from horn to horn. Once he had defeated every contestant, the Dragon Lord congratulated him and handed him the Bloodstone Scepter. Torch thought it was a neat prize. He was then declared “Lord of the dragons”.
His first word as Dragon Lord was: what?”
I dun get it.
“Aargh!”
“All around me!”
“My spleen!”
“Nothing but blue skies!”
“Mercy! Mercy!”
“Do I see!”
“Help!”
“Bluebirds!”
“Aigh!”
“Singing a song!”
“Aieeee!”
“Nothing but bluebirds!”
“Why me?”
“All day long!”
“Oh sweet merciful gods, my poor broken body!”
Retired Dragon Lord: “Our nation is a shambles, the dragons are ready to go to civil war with each other, and oh yes, the ponies who control and sun and moon are talking about ‘benevolent armed intervention’. Good luck coping with all that, kid. Welp, I’m off!”
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