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// Prologue: A New Home 
// Story: Dragon Child 
// by Sleepy_The_Zebra 
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	The young dragon peered down at the village, his tail whipping back and forth as he thought. Quarrel shouldn't go down, he thought, There are too many ponies. If they don't like Quarrel... 
He shook his head in an attempt to forcibly dislodge that train of thought. Quarrel will be fine, he reprimanded himself mentally, And Quarrel will go down, because Quarrel needs to be with others, even if they're ponies. Quarrel might go crazy if Quarrel's alone any longer; Quarrel is already starting to talk to the forest animals. And this village will be safe, probably, because there's dragon scent all over it. Young dragon scent.
Swallowing, the young dragon ruffled his wings determinedly and set off down the hill. Quarrel will be fine, he repeated to himself, Quarrel will be more than fine. After all, these ponies must be safe, if another young dragon is living here.


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Twilight galloped into the library, throwing the door open telekinetically seconds before she collided with it. "Spike?" she called, glancing around. No answer. "Spike?" she tried again. A groan issued from behind the door she had hastily thrown open.
"Here..." Spike mumbled, dragging himself out from behind the door. Twilight levitated her saddlebags onto her back, almost cantering in place.
"Great!" Twilight exclaimed, "Pinkie just asked me and the rest of the girls to come with her to some baking contest in Canterlot, so I wanted to make sure you were ok with staying here by yourself for a few days."
Spike stared at her groggily. "It used to be you'd panic if anything happened without you scheduling it months in advance. Remember when you stayed up all night panicking because you forgot to scheduling time to make a new schedule?"
Twilight huffed. "That was one time. Will you be ok here on your own for a few days?"
Spike pretended to think about it, but he already knew his answer. "Sure! I'm sure I can handle it; what could go wrong?"