Spike entered the dreaded castle; the doors having been shut on him. Even from within, Spike couldn’t see through the darkness. So bringing his claw close, he blew his green fire onto it; the end of his claw torching the flame.
This should help, Spike thought. He raised the flame to the air, and watched the room illuminate.
There was a straight carpeted path to spiral stairs. To the right and left, appeared to be a bottomless pit.
Whoa. I wasn’t expecting that.
Spike wiped the sweat from his brow, and began to walk to the stairs.
My fire is illuminating this entire floor! It’s never been that strong before, even when sending letters to the princesses. Just what else did Wirl unlock?
The darkness of the pits soon began to rise. It took Spike a few moments to notice his flame didn’t work. Suddenly, the darkness took a shape, and cut in front of Spike.
“What the-” Spike in ctc ily brought the flame fourth; dispelling the darkness. But undearth were small doors that hung upon nothing. Though the doors reminded Spike of something.
“Those doors, they looked like ones from Applejack’s farm!” Spike inspected them closely, and indeed, they beard the small symbol of the Apple family seal.
Ah. So you’ve came!
Spike looked up. “Wirl?”
Wirl? Oh! You mean that spirit I brought here.
Spike looked around; trying to find the source of the voice.
Hey- uh, if I may suggest. I recommend talking to Whirl anymore. He likes to put ideas, into beings’ minds. Mind you, I kinda to the same thing, but he tells you, weird ideas.
“Are you the same voice that spoke in the liquid, and before that as well?”
Yeah - about time you remembered me. I still owe you, for that teleportation incident. But, you did save me time and effort by taking me exactly where I needed to go. So, I’ll take it easy on you.
“Alright. Then how about you wake me up from this nightmare?”
Nightmare? You take it as this were a dream. We’re deep in your subconscious, Spike.
“Ah! What doing in here! You can’t see my thoughts, can you?”
Yes.
“Even what I think in alone time?”
Unfortunately, yes.
“Dang it! I swear I burn off the extra cookies, I swear!”
You’re worried about that? Ugh. My apologies, I forgot you’re still a kid on the inside.
“What are we doing in here anyway? And who are you?”
When I was draining the liquid into you, some how outside magic found itself along the liquid. I have to make sure none of it affected you before you wake up. Also, if I told you who I am, then you won’t trust me. So, all you can be certain of, is that a voice that located deep within you.
Spike only had more questions to ask the voice. The one that escaped him was: “What’s your name?”
I really don’t have a name. I have a word others refer to me by, but I’d rather not have you call me that.
Spike put a finger to his chin, thinking hard. He then struck the finger up. “I got it! I’ll call you Virus.”
That’s worse than what beings would normally call me.
“But that’s kinda what you are - using my body and talking in my mind whenever you want to. I think it’s fair.”
Hmpf. If that’s the name you came up with, I’ll take.
Spike couldn’t help but have a cheesy smile.
Now, since everythings been settled. It’s time for your test to begin. Your on your own, Dragon Boy.
“I really didn’t want to go through this castle alone,” Spike said, sighing. “Oh well. The sooner this is done, the sooner I wake up.”
Spike placed his claws on the barn doors, and pushed them open. Looking around, nothing had changed since the doors barred the way. He continued progressing forward.
Halfway to the stairs, and still nothing changed. Spike almost dropped his guard, until he realized the darkness was taking a shape again. Just like mist, the darkness rose. Then it began to fly all over the place; leaving strands in it’s place.
It looks like it’s drawing something.
Spike indeed was correct. Once the dark mist finished it’s creation, it fell back down to the pits. And the lines it drew began to glow in different colors.
Spike held his claws close to his head, as if the drawing were going to attack. He dropped them upon seeing what the finished picture was.
From the darkness, it drew two large beings: wearing golden armor, looking out to something in the distance. On closer inspection, Spike saw that the beings had spikes and claws, just like him.
The drawing was of two great dragon warriors. One was green, carrying a sword larger than a shed. And the other, whose scales were purple, held a mighty axe, one that look if it could cut buildings in half.
Raising his own claws, Spike looked at his purples scales that went throughout his body. His belly however was green, as was his spikes. The two colors felt alien to him.
The drawing sank to the bottom of the pit. Spike didn’t know why, but he felt a connection to those dragons. Clenching his claw, Spike continue onwards.
Do those two ring a bell? Be honest with me, Spike. You don’t wanna lie.
That image. It unlocked something in me, and whatever it is: it’s making me tired.
Hmm.
To Spike’s left, another image manifested from the dark mist. This time, it was of a white mare, whose hair shone like a rainbow. She was looking down something - something that caused her concern.
It looks like she’s looking at a small ball. No, not a ball. It almost looks like an egg.
Spike. What is your favourite treat?
Spike stirred from thoughts, looking up to where he presumed the voice was. “Gemstones, of course.”
Tell me that your favorite are apples.
“What? No; I’d be lying.”
If you tell me apples are your favorite, I’ll give you a gemstone.
Spike shook his head. “While a gemstone does sound good right now, I wouldn’t lie for one.”
Ah. So I guess I am going to have some trouble with you.
The room began to brighten up. Spike blinked his eyes.
Proceed to the next floor.
Spike deiced whenever to keep his flame lit or not. Not knowing what the next floor may contain, he decided to keep it going just in case. He reached the staircase without any further bumps, and ascended the castle.
“This floor,” Spike said, taking a first step into the second floor. “Is exactly the same as the first one!” Spike sighed. Wondering if this was going to be the same as the neverending field.
At least you don’t need to climb with that one.
Spike. Laugh.
Furring his eyebrows, Spike pondered what he meant by that. Shrugging his shoulders, Spike remembered a joke snails had told him not to long ago.
“Hehe,” Spike laughed.
Heh, alright. Head to the next floor.
That was it? Alright. It being better not to question it, Spike jogged to the next staircase, and rose to the next floor.
Light illuminated the room on the third floor - the red sky making itself know. Spike was glad that he no longer needed his flame, and shook his claw.
The room contained nothing, all except the familiar carpet that had turned white, and the stairwell in the distance. Spike took a chance, and made his way.
After a few steps, a black mist emerge from the roof, and fell to the floor; covering everything in it’s midst. Spike could still see, but the stairwell was no longer in sight.
This mist isn’t doing anything to me. As long as I’m careful, I can just head straight.
Spike was ready for anything, as he took it a step at a time. With the atmosphere the mist gave, Spike expect something to scream and jump at him. He did not like jump scares.
No, Spike heard something even more scary. Someone crying, just ahead of him. Raising his claws in case of an attack, Spike approached the source of the cries.
What laid on the ground, curled up on the ground, was a little dragon - similar to Spike when he was a baby. It had its thumb in it’s mouthing, sucking gently on it.
The creature quickly removed the thumb upon hearing Spike’s footsteps, and turned to face him.
“Who are you?” both the dragons asked.
Spike, being the older one, took charge of the conversation. “My name is Spike, and I’m a dragon just like you are.” The little dragon seemed relieved at hearing that they were the same spices, and wiped away it’s tears.
“What’s your name?”
The baby took a few seconds to respond. “D-Drag.”
“Not bad name,” Spike said.
That’s a lie.
“Now, why were you crying, Drag?” Spike asked, as he offered his claw.
Drag shook his head at the offer. “Because I’m useless!”
Spike grasped at his heart - that word had always hurt him. “Who told you… you were u-u-useless?”
“No one told me, I realized. My friends play, but I never get invited to their games. I’m always alone. And when my friends need help, I can never do anything to help them. So I’m useless, so I should probably go.”
Spike desperately wanted to say something to the dragon, something anguish the same pain he had felt not to long ago. But no words came, for he himself never found the answer.
“But, when I run away. No one will miss me; no one will be around me. I know it sucks not to have ones around you not care, but at least someone’s there. Plus, I’d get hungry on my trip.”
Spike tried to say something, anything, to let the drake know he was here.
I will be your friend. I will listen to whatever pains you. I will be there for you.
“And, apparently, the greatest happiness comes from love. But, if I don’t even have friends, how can I even hope to have love?”
That was when Spike couldn’t handle it anymore. This drake, it reminded him to much of himself of when he was little. Or even now. Him and Drag were too much alike, and they pain they bore all to the same.
Heart in shambles. A stomach in hunger. Little courage to raise to his feet. No one to lift you up. These are the pains the two dragons felt.
Spike, for some reason, started to feel really good. It felt like he had a big dinner with friends, and him and his lover were going to leave for some ‘after-events’, and on there way, this little dragon who had been crying stood in there way.
Why you little. I should kick you for even daring to interrupting my special night.
Spike stopped that trail of thought - shaking head; knowing something wasn’t right. The room had changed.
The dark mist remained on Drag’s side. While on Spike’s, light from the sky had destroyed the darkness. Spike looked behind him, to see that Twilight in the gang stood there, smiling at him.
His longingness had disappeared.
“Spike,” Twilight said, “I and the girls are going to head out. It would fun if you came with us.”
Those words. I’ve always wanted to hear those words.
“Oh, Spike!” A voice said longley. The owner of the voice approaches Spike, and purposely brushed her tail along his side. Spike went red in the cheeks, and when he looked down to see who it was, his nose nearly flooded with blood upon noticing it had been Rarity.
“O-Oh, hey! Rarity,” Spike tried his best to say without stuttering. He failed horribly.
“It would be nice if you join us and the girls today,” Rarity said in a tone that broke Spike’s mind. She stood up on two hooves, and used her front ones to hug the drake’s right arm. “But if would be even more... pleasureable.” Rarity blew into Spike’s ear.
Spike couldn’t help but rub his cheek, as Rarity watched him with a smirk. Everything seemed, perfect, for the dragon.
But the cries from the smaller dragon broke him out of his happiness. Upon gaining his happiness, Spike had forgotten about the pain he used to share with the younger drake.
Oh, no. I’m a jerk. How could I have forgotten about drake?
“Who needs that little dragon?” said Fluttershy. “If all he’s going to do his cry?”
“Fluttershy?” Spike said in disbelief. “That’s not like you at all!”
“She has a point, Spike,” Twilight said. Spike couldn’t understand what was going on. “Why would we bring him along if he’s only going to annoy us?”
“But, he seems like a good dragon!” Spike said. Though the other kept their indifferent gazes.
Rainbow Dash flew up to Spike, and looked down at Drag. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Spike. But we need to keep this group looking cool. We already have you, bringing us down.”
Huh?
“Honestly, Spike.” Pinkie hopped over to Spike, and said all the had to with a smile. “You’re dragon, no one like having those at parties. But we allow you to come, because you’re our friend.”
“Yes, Spike.” Spike turned to Rarity, who returned to her hooves. “If you bring another dragon into the picture, I may just fall for him instead. You don’t want that, do you?”
I must be a weird dragon. The six, they’re finally my friends. But, not in the way I imagined. Drag is alone, but yet I finally have the warmth I’ve always wanted. And why is all this making me hungry?!
“Er, Spike, Hun,” Applejack said. “Yer gonna eat all those gemstones?”
“Huh?” Spike said. He then felt something in his claws. Looking down, he had a handful of his favorite treats.
Oh, yeah! Just the thing I was craving!
Spike went to eat the treats in the right claw. When he had remembered about Drag. Spike looked at the baby dragon, who had hid itself behind its tiny claws. Spike sighed, as he thought about what he should do.
Keep the food, of course! Not everyday Twilight let me eat whatever I want.
But Drag looks hungry. I’ve gone days without eating, I’m used to being hungry. I’m also used to being lonely as well.
Spike spent a long time looking at Drag. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at the dragon. It was almost like he was looking at himself. Spike didn’t sigh, as he offered his treats.
“Here, Drag. You look hungry, and as a fellow dragon with good taste, I can guarantee this will be one of your best meals ever.”
Drag gained the courage to put his claws away, and looked at Spike. Unsure of his motives, Drag carefully took the food from Spike, and chewed away at the food.
“Yum!” Drag said, with a mouthful of gems. “You’re right, Spike. This is delicious.”
There was an immense hunger in Spike’s stomach. But he didn’t mind, the little dragon eating away caused him to smile.
Spike then looked to Twilight. “Twi, I don’t think I can make it today. But why don’t you bring Drag along with you? He’s a pretty cool dragon.”
Twilight looked at Spike, then at Drag. She smiled at how cute Drag looked when he ate. “Are you sure?” Twilight asked Spike.
He only nodded his head. So the girls went to Drag’s side, and watch them eat. It seemed as if Drag’s side was getting bridget's, and Spike’s, darker. But he didn’t mind, he only looked the the mare to his right; the mare of his dreams. And told her the words that were hard to him.
“Rarity, I don’t think I’ll need you on this side anymore. Why don’t you go hang out with Drag? He’s going to grow to be a very handsome dragon, I can tell.” Rarity seemed to think on it for a few moments, before nodding her head. She turned her gaze to Drag.
“Yes,” Rarity said. “He’s going to be very handsome indeed.”
And just like that, Spike’s warmth left him.
On Drag’s side, the light shined bright on the group of friends, telling jokes and having fun. Drag still ate away at his treats, as Rarity helped fed him.
On Spike’s side, was nothing but darkness. The dragon felt cold, and it was hard to stand. His heart hurtt, and a great hunger his stomach had. But he smiled at the sight before him, as he turned around, and continued his ascent on the castle.
How disappointing, Spike my Drake. It’s as if I haven’t changed anything in you at all.
Spike arrived at the steps.
Oh, well. Looks like need to do a little bit more unlocking in you.
Spike climbed the stairs to the next floor.
The fourth floor was the most bizarre out of them all. Light no longer came from the blood sky; rather, a heavenly light came from the roof. It’s whiteness almost blinding.
The room went far, and had many paths. The carpet this time around was blue, and it led in many directions. Like the first & second floor, a bottomless pit occupied the paths on their sides. At some point, each path split into two, but it seemed regardless of what path you took, you’d always end up at the end.
What’s the point to this room? I can easily hop onto another path as long as I don’t look down.
Spike walked forward, progressing through the carpeted path. He approached the part where the path split.
You notice that your dear friends are in trouble, and that you’re the only one that can save them. But it may cost you an arm and a leg? Do you charge forward? Or find the the event boring, and catch up on your favorite comic book?
“An arm and a leg?” Spike repeated.
Even though this is something similar to a dream, and I won’t face any real pain - the hurt from the third floor still hurts. I think if I go through with this, then I’ll feel the pain of losing a body part.
Spike sighed, as he closed his tight; pondering what he should do.
There’s a chance that the mane six I see are just phatom, pigments of my imagination. But, if we’re deep in my mind. That means Virus can tamper with my memory of them. Hmm. Isn’t it worth the risk?
Spike opened his eyes, and looked at his claw. He clenched it, as he went with the harder option.
“I’ll take saving my friends, please,” Spike said. Still debating if that was the response he wanted to give. Despite wanting to be hero, and him growing up, Spike never amounted the courage he needed to be who he truly wanted to be.
So it’s a good thing he has a big mouth; one that his brain hates.
Virus chuckled. Alright. Step through the portal to your right, and maybe you’re dreams may come true.
The path leading left quaked, as it sunk into the pits. That path never to be walked.
With only a moment’s worth of hesitation, Spike embarked on his path right, where a open frame stood. It gave Spike the chills; it resembling the same door Spike encountered in the Crystal Empire.
Spike groaned in uncertainty, as the frame began to glow. In it’s center, a portal swirled and formed. Awaiting Spike’s presence. With a held breath, Spike entered the door.
Light from the lone moon, was cut to piece by the glass windows; their design documenting the history of the castle. For once again, Spike found himself in another castle - only this one being bigger.
Spike wanted to make a comment, but knew it being a waste of time. So he titled his neck, left and right, until he heard the *crack* that brought him pleasure. He then took note of the surroundings.
A red carpeted ascended a few stairs, that led to a throne so high it would take magic or wings to reach. From up there, you could see all of the room. And, if you took a look through the material, you could see the waterfall of immense droppage.
It would be a nice place to sit, if a large orange scaled dragon wasn’t already perched atop it.
Spike sighed. “Ehh. I’m guessing your the one I’m supposed to fight?”
The creature shook it’s head. “No. Dragons only fight one another if they have a problem. I have no qualms against you.”
That left Spike confused, as he tried scanning the room for a trace of his friends. The darkness made the sides impossible to see, for even with the moon’s light on him, Spike couldn’t see the face of the dragon.
“Where’s Twilight and the others?” Spike question. Taking a step closer to the throne.
“I have no idea to which you are referring,” answered the dragon in his menacing tone.
That pissed Spike off even more; he began to walk to the dragon. “It’s weird to hear another dragon speak so, eleg- uh. Elegantly.”
I think that’s how it’s pronounced.
“You must be confused about eglence; for you don’t posses it, yourself.” The Carmel dragon lean forth, and Spike finally saw his face. He was smiling. “Can you pronounce, the word articulate?”
“I can in mind!” Spike defend, it soundly a lot cooler up there. “Just, when it comes to actually saying it, my mouth jumbles it up.”
“Huh,” the dragon said, as he sat back on his throne. He clasped his claws together. “Now that I’ve had time to think on it, I do believe I’ve encountered your friends.” With a snap of his claws, candles lit throughout the room. The light brought about a large, metal cage. It’s containments, were…
“Twilight!” Spike said - quickly rushing over to the cage the held all his friends prisoner.
Twilight was in delight at seeing her dragon brother, but that delight faded on seeing what he was going to do.
“Spike, NO!” Twilight tried to say, but it was useless. Spike clasped the metal bars, and felt a current of electricity run through his body.
“The cage is rigged,” Dash said, as she watch the dragon make weird faces. Spike was unable to let go of the bar. The dragon on the throne laughed.
Knowing full well what would happen if she helped him, Dash bit on Spike claw. The current passed onto her as well, but she managed to help the dragon let go. The shock sent her back, and fell unciouses from the strain she took.
Spike looked as if he were in the same boat.
“Too easy,” said the orange dragon. He began summoning a white aura through his claw - his lips, smirking.
“Unfortney not, my dragon botheren.”
The dragon lost his smirk. He cast his white arua on Spike, and helped lift him up. An act Spike wasn’t expecting himself.
“Uh, thanks,” Spike said. Standing on his own clawed feet, and dusted himself. But his eyes found that the white aura didn’t disappear, as he lifted up in the air, was thrown against the cage, repeatedly.
Crash. Shock. Scream. Crash, shock, scream. Repeat.
“Spike!” the girls cried, as his body kept eliciting electricity from the bars.
“This.” Crash. “Really.” Electrocuted. “Bucking.” Brought back. “SUCKS!” Spike screamed, as the white aura threw the drake once more at the cage once more.
“Spike!” Twilight said, in a tone of a disappointed mother. “What have I told you about using those kinds of words!”
“Twi, is this really the time- OW! Stop throwing me you prick!”
“SPIKE!”
“SORRY!?”
The orange dragon burst into laughter, at such the comical sight before him. Truly, no other enemy to him had offered him such a delightful scene as this. So much, he contemplating letting them go, so he could face them again, and laugh again so much more.
But no, Thought the dragon atop the throne, these six ponies must die. But this dragon… I shall keep him as my foe, and if get’s this amount of treatment from ponies, then more laughs shall come when I become a threat to his whole world! And over time, he shall join me. How boring it shall become after that. The dragon continued to ponder how he could receive more entertainment from this dragon.
The laughter from the dragon. The nagging from his sister. The whole situation.
That’s it. I’m done.
Spike grown accustomed to the pain, as something deep, deep inside of him snap.
All of this. It’s such… BULLSHTI!
Scales shrank closer together; the movement causing them to become slanted. Electricity was having a harder time intruding Spike’s body.
“Is it just me, or Spike started ta’ look more sharper? Not in a fashion sense, mind you,” Applejack said. For the five notice the look of Spike was changing.
I get mocked, why I’m trying to help. And this dragon is gets to laugh at both my pain and my embarrassment. The purple in his scales darkened; the green in his eyes brighter.
A green aura grew inside of Spike, and slowly did it expand.
The orange dragon was taken away from his laughter, by a discomfort in his right claw. He looked down upon it, as his fingers had a hard time staying close. It was as if his claw were having a seizure.
That’s not right. It’s seems I’m having trouble sustaining my magic. His eyes trailed up to Spike, and saw a green aura seeping out of his body. The dragon smirked, but not for comedy. It looks as if my dragon pal may actually prove a danger. I’m liking this kid!
Spike felt a strange power brewing within him. It felt strange, because it didn’t feel like it belonged to him; like someone placed it there.
But boy does this feel good!
Spike stopped flying entirely. He levitated over the red-carpet, his head down and his eyes close. Slowly, the white aura was disappearing, and a green one taking it’s place - like white vs. green.
With this power.
Spike raised his right arm, taking all the time he wanted to do so.
“I’m so gonna,” Spike began. He then rose his head, and opened his eyes. “Going to kick YOUR ASS!” Spike stretched his arm out at the dragon, and pointed three claws at him. For Spike was doing a pose of a leader!
“SPIKE, what did I say about-” Twilight tried to say, but Spike - while keeping the pose - wrapped his left arm behind him, and snapped his fingers at the cage. A green aura enveloped the cage.
“ “ Twilight shook her head, and tried again.
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That’s when it hit Twilight
Spike had placed a spell on the cage, that prevented them from speaking - from even speaking in their thoughts!
Twilight looked at Spike in disgust; at least she could do that. Her friends would’ve chuckled if there was sound. And would of also though, ‘where did this new Spike come from?!’. Some thought of this in a positive way, and others, a negative.
This dragon is amusing! thought the orange dragon, as he stood tall from his throne. He did not chuckle.
“It seems something awoke inside of you, Spike. A power many want.”
Spike stopped posing, and began to walk to the dragon. “Stay there, and keep your cryptic insults to yourself. I wanna blow you to your seat myself.”
“Oh Spike, you naughty dragon. I didn’t know you had that side to you.”
Spike didn’t let the comment break his stride, but he did punch himself on the inside, and swore to eat a bar of soap when this was done.
When Spike approached the throne, with a clenched claw, he brought it forth, and hit the throne in the center. After a moment, the throne began to crack, and with no more support, the throne crashed to the ground.
The orange dragon landed in front of Spike; the throne falling behind him. Spike tried to hit him as he did the throne, only with more force. The punch landed square on the orange dragons chest
The punch caused Spike to gasp. But he felt no movement against his fist, so Spike looked to see the dragon, standing solemnly, looking down at him.
Did my punch have no effect on him? No.
Looking at his chest, Spike witness his punch had left quite the mark. His ribs not feeling quite as they should.
No way. It’s not that he didn’t feel it; he felt it, and still didn’t move!
The orange dragon smiled, as if he knew Spike came to the realization to his strength. He proceeded to grab Spike’s face and lift him up. He then tossed Spike, as if he were nothing.
Spike landed along the carpet, his expression scared.
Even with this new found power, I didn’t have any effect on him! Am I still not strong enough to do anything, even in my own dreams?
“Spike, don’t think you haven’t progressed. When we first met, I took you nothing more than a joke. Now you’re a stand-up comedian to me.” The dragon chuckled at his own words. “But to anyone else, they’d differently see you as a force to be reckon with. Perhaps if they had you under control, than a useful weapon you could be.”
The orange dragon summoned his white aura behind him. It looked like a giant ball of energy. Spike didn’t like that and turned his head away; awaiting the pain.
“But stupid they are, if they think they came control a dragon’s wrath!”
Spike flinched: accidentally taking a look at the course of the ball. Only, it wasn’t going for him.
It was going for the girls.
Spike got up as fast as he could, and used his own magic to hurl himself in the direction of the ball. As if the ball were waiting for Spike, it slowed down; just enough that Spike would get in the way. The dragon once again planned for this.
The ball made contact with Spike, who grabbed at his chest as the pain seeped into him. Spike screamed; his body having a seizure. After a few moments, the force blast Spike into the cage, where he received more electricity from the cage.
The orange dragon laughed once more. Maybe the way this dragon shalt kill me is from lack of air, because I can’t stop laughing at the fool!
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The room looked funny to Spike. Everything was moving, and he had trouble keeping his eyes opened. His head was woozy as well. It felt uncomfortable lying on his side, so he turned onto his back.
Doing that hurt more than I thought.
Spike’s eyes looked through the room, everything seeming so much taller.
When you’re on the floor, everything seems so… different. It kinda cool, being down here. But, why am I down here.
Spike’s eyes found themselves looking at a metal cage, with ponies who looked sad. Very sad. Though one seemed to be screaming. Spike didn’t know why as he cocked his head.
Then he remembered. Spike sighed, as he pulled himself up.
The orange dragon was amused. “The thing that makes as different Spike; the reason why they think they can use you, is because they gave you something most dragon’s don’t have: a pure heart. One that wishes for goodness. “
“But, what they fail to realize, but what you’ve known for a long time now, is that you have a power inside of you. One that you haven’t given into yet. But you and me both know, that even if you don’t give into the power, soon it shall embrace you, and you cannot say no anymore.”
Carmel smirked. Using his claw once more, he summoned his power of the white arua. “Now, I want to see this true version of you, Spike! Even if it’s just a glance!”
The white aura reached the size of an arua once more. But Carmel didn’t stop; he kept growing the arua. We wanted it as big as the room itself.
Surely, Spike thinks he can keep that part of him locked away. I’d be willing to bet he would even die for his friends, rather then use this power to save them and defeat me. But if I make the power so ridiculous, that even if he sacrifices himself, his friends will still die, then he’ll have no choice then to tap into a power. Regardless of however amount he takes, he’ll unintentionally begin the process of awakening his power.
The mane six grew afraid of the white aurora. But what made them even more scared was the state of their dragon friend. He looked as if he could drop dead any moment. Everyone wanted to scream at him, to just run away; to be safe. But the darn spell he cast wouldn’t let them. Maybe that was the reason he cast it in the first place. Or maybe it was a coincidental.
Spike stood honched over, desperately gasping for breaths from his lungs. He felt broken, but he knew someone needed to stand.
This isn’t good. When I get mad, I get more power. But, this power is transforming my body; transforming my mind. I’m not sure I like that.
Spike wiped away the blood around his mouth. Only to cough up more blood to replace it.
I’ll… I’ll have to use a little more. As long as I don’t fall completely to it, it should be fine. I can’t get angry, I have to stay cool. No matter what.
Nothing could be seen past the arua, for it consumed whatever was behind Carmel. Spike did his best to control his breathing, as he fought the pain to stand up tall.
This should be more than enough to finish Spike & Friends.
“Enjoy this gift, Spike,” Carmel said. And with a snap of his fingers, the ball flew towards the cage.
Spike steadied himself; closing his eyes, he place one foot forward. And, with no regret, he tapped into which he swore never to do.
His mind went wild; the body demanded to grow, and his claws desired for more power. But a swift breath reminded his soul, and his body did not change. Spike stretched out a claw, and opened his palm.
“Now show me your power!” Carmel said. The ball made contact with Spike, and no one saw what happened next.
The ball shrank; becoming smaller by the second. Carmel sighed, for he thought Spike once again tried to take on the pain. But this idea was put to shreds, as once the ball was small enough, Carmel could see Spike, standing tall with eyes closed.
What was even more interesting to him, was how his ball of explosive energy was seeping away into Spike claw. It was hurting him like the first time, it appeared that Spike was absorbing the power.
Wha- how? Despite the conflict within, Carmel kept a solemn expression. So this must be some of his power, huh. What else do you have in you, Spike? Or is this merely an act? Let us find out!
The mane six were bulfulded; not knowing how they’re dragon friend was able to do such in act. It was amazing, but more were growing concerned over what Spike had been hiding.
Spike absorbed all of the white ball. A laughter grew in him, as he had done something so awesome with that power. Spike wanted to laugh like a evil scientist, but his breathing reminded him what to do. So Spike went to approach Carmel.
Limp. Limp. Limp. Hurt did it to walk.
Limp. Limp. Walk.
Limp. Walk. Walk.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
Spike felt no more pain in his body; no longer felt broken. So he opened his eyes, and walked with a stride.
How!? thought Carmel. Not only did he absorb my magic - he used it to heal himself!
“Everyones always telling me, how dragon’s are always wanting power,” Spike said in his stride. “But I want no such thing to do with it. So, Carmel, if you desire power so much, then let me give you some!”
Spike threw a punch at Carmel, but it didn’t hurt Carmel the way he expected it to. But then, something happened. He felt a great surge of power, entering his body. A power so great that he could destroy the world with his fire alone.
“You fool, you’re giving me your power!” said Carmel with a laugh. Yet Spike kept the same stoic expression.
This power! It’s… too much. Wait, no!
“Spike, I see you plan!” Carmel said. He tried to grasp at his chest, the same way Spike did, but the pain was too much to even raise his own arms.
“What?” Spike said. “I thought you want to see my power. You made it a point to even emphasize it.”
Carmel felt an explosion within him. Chain explosions, that were ripping him apart from the inside.
“Now I’m giving it to you, so enjoy your gift.” Carmel could take no more. His body was broken, and it felt as something were burning him.
No, this feeling is not right, thought Carmel. Dragons do not burn.
“Want to know something funny, Carmel?” Spike asked, taking a step back and placing his arms by his side. “Dragons dream of setting the world ablaze, so that their fire may burn forever. But now, you're going to burn by your own flame.”
Spike told the truth, as mamanga erupted from within his own body. His scales were melting away, as Carmel sank into it. He smiled, as he looked up to Spike.
“You’re right. That’s pretty funny.”
Then Carmel disappeared into the lava.
Spike let out a breath; relaxing his shoulders. He closed his eyes, as he placed the power he borrowed back into it’s place. Spike’s eyes lost their light, and his scales returned to their normal shade of purple. Spike looked as he did everyday. But he was not the same within, for he only began his struggle.
Once Spike opened his eyes, he found himself back into the castle with the blood sky.