Chapter 1: The awkward first encounter
Chapter 1: The awkward first encounter
Everypony in the room was completely silent for a few moments, all trying to mentally process that what their eyes were seeing was actually a reality... which was the library now looked like a war-zone, and Spike was no longer the only dragon in the room.
In Spike’s personal and unvoiced opinion, the three seemed strangely different and less barbaric than the dragons he had met before. Although he could only really go from appearance at this point, considering they were all unconscious.
The largest of the three was a bit bigger than he was, had deep purple scales, and possessed a golden underbelly, wings, horns and frill. Judging by the dragon’s body proportions, muscular build, and Spike’s formerly regrettable meetings with his own kind, he guessed it was male, a guess which made him feel a little uneasy.
With a quick glance he concluded the other two dragons, a deep violet and a bright pink, were both young females; the darker dragoness had a pointed face, red wings, underbelly, and short silver-grey pointed horns, which matched a few stray pieces of mean-looking silver jewellery she was wearing.
The pink dragoness, on the other claw, had a soft set face, golden underbelly and horns, possessed pink-purple wings that matched her frill, and wore a golden heart-pendant that hung around her neck; Spike couldn’t help but smirk when he examined her, he had never guessed he’d ever lay eyes on such a ‘girly’ looking dragon in all his life.
Upon completing his examination of the three he found himself caught somewhere between being overjoyed, and scared out of his scales.
One the one claw, he couldn't help but feel happy that a chance to meet some dragons he could possibly befriend, and maybe learn from, and literally been dropped in front of him. Plus the three dragons before him looked 'roughly' his age as well, which was an added bonus, though again that was just an assumption for the time being.
The obvious downside that was biting into his tail, however, was the fact that one way or another he would have to explain why they were now in Equestria. Considering that he was partly at fault for said occurrence, there was no doubt in his mind that it wouldn’t exactly go down easy.
“Uh… Twi,” Applejack asked, breaking the grand reign of silence as she gingerly took a step inside, her gaze darting around the library before resting on her friend. “What exactly… just happened?”
Given what had just happened, Spike guessed his morning couldn’t get any weirder.
But, regrettably, as he found out a moment later, he was far wrong; it seemed that he had momentarily forgotten how bad Twilight’s mood swings could be when something went bad for her, and right now, things were far worse then bad.
“I was casting a spell when somepony decided to knock on my door,” the frazzled unicorn said angrily as she came to, glaring daggers at a still confused, and now insulted Applejack. “And thanks to said somepony, I now have three dragons and a wrecked library to deal with!”
Spike and Rainbow took a single worried look between each other before wordlessly intervening, and not a moment too soon. Rainbow darted forward and filled the space between the fuming unicorn and now frightened farmpony, while Spike took a firm grip of Twilight’s tail and pulled her backwards, images of a certain doll and be-crazed Twilight springing to mind.
The mare yelped in pain and shot him a glare as a reward for his brave action; Spike just thanked Celestia she didn’t buck him in the face then and there.
“Spike, let go of me. Now!”
“Twilight, you need to calm down! Like right now!” Dash snapped firmly, stamping her front hooves into the floor. “This wasn’t anyponys’ fault, and blaming AJ won’t fix the issue either!”
“And Twilight all you’re… doing... is making yourself more angry… and stressed out,” Spike put in between pants of effort, not loosening his death grip on Twilight's tail. “And you know how you act when get stressed… right now is basically… a perfect example.”
Twilight snorted in reply to their comments, and continued to struggle like an angry manticore with a thorn in its backside, the look of anger in her eyes resulting in Spike wishing even more that he had never gotten up from be this morning, or asked about the stupid book.
“Please Twi… ah… ah didn’t mean for nothin' bad to happen,” Applejack said weakly from behind Rainbow, her head slowly peeking out from the protection of Dash’s wings. “I’m so sorry, Twilight.”
It took a few moments, but at last the temperature in the room dropped a few hundred degrees as Twilight came around, still looking downright annoyed, but at least no longer content to vent her rage at a shaken Applejack.
For a few moments she just took deeps breaths and eventually returned to normal, shaking her head in frustration, but seemingly somewhat calm again, while Dash let out a sigh of relief.
“Sorry everypony… but… this… this is serious,” she said finally, body literally going into nervous shakes. “Oh Celestia, what have I done… I’ve brought dragons to Equestria… no, I’ve brought dragons to Ponyville! This is even worse!”
Spike sighed and face clawed himself; if there was one pony in Equestria who made a professional habit of blowing things out of proportion, it was Twilight Sparkle.
Besides, she was making it sound like Ponyville wasn't already a magnet for all matter of Tartarus.
“And you going into a nervous breakdown won’t change that, Twilight,” Spike said as he put a gentle claw on her shoulder, the mare's shakes slowly subsiding. “Look… how about we find somewhere to put them for now while we clean up this place… then, if it helps... I’ll do the initial introducing and explaining, and you go find us some gems, maybe some fresh air will help you calm down a little bit.”
“Yeah, you need it Twilight,” Dash chuckled, smirking and nuzzling her friend affectionately. “No offense, but you were really going off back there.”
“And Twi… I guess it was kinda my fault,” Applejack put in, slowly approaching the formally eccentric unicorn until they were side by side. “So it’s only fair I help ya out, after all it’s what good friends do, right?”
The only reply she gave was a single nod. Still, considering everything, Spike guessed that it was a good sign by anyponys’ account.
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A small spot of light flooded Ember’s black vision as she awoke from her sleep. Filtering through her closed eye lids, it quickly began pulling the young dragoness from the pleasantries of her dreams, and back into the world of the awake.
Grudgingly, she followed it back through the darkness and allowed her body to rise from its otherwise peaceful deep slumber. Her muscles gently tightened and relaxed as she happily shifted in her bed, her blood beginning to flow around her body... or rather, gently up until her eyes slowly flicked open, and she realized it wasn’t her bed that she was in.
“Where… am I?”
The dragoness’s question was greeted by, and answered with, an unlikeable wave of silence, a silence that made her pink scales itch with unease.
Pushing her now building fear down to her gut she rolled onto her back, and then sat up from the soft bed, being careful not to tear the blankets with her claws. Her sapphire blue eyes quickly began running around the strange and unfamiliar room she now suddenly found herself in, for some unknown and as of yet unexplained reason.
The room was a rough circle in shape, with the door and bed she was currently lying in at opposite ends, the wooden floor between the two covered by a round mat that was various shades of purple, plus a large woven basket. Upon one side of the room was a mirror-bearing dresser that had been painted purple, and bore a wide variety of items, a wall rack bearing what looked to be some pieces of strange clothing, and lastly a small book case that was physically stacked to the point of being more book then case.
On the opposite side of the room was a glass doorway which led out to an open balcony, beyond which seemed to a tree top and the cloudless blue sky.
“Ok… this is just a little weird,” she muttered softly to herself, slipping out of the bed’s embrace before cautiously making her way around the room to examine it further, stopping for only a moment to make sure she still had her necklace
Ember guessed whatever creature lived here was roughly her size, as the dresser just came to her chest, and the ceiling was barely double her height, a fact which somewhat put her mind at ease. She also doubted it was a dragon that lived here, as literally everything was made of wood; unless a dragon wanted to risk waking up one morning in a pile of ash, they didn’t build from wood, under any circumstance.
Still, she admitted the place was nice enough and extremely well kept above all else, like the occupant was for some reason on a constant cleaning crusade. Other than that... the only thing she thought of the unknown occupant was the urge to burn them.
“Strange…” she murmured aloud with shake of her head, her tail flicking as she walked in circles around the room. “I wonder what lives here…”
Her half wondered and half voiced question was answered by the creaking open of the door, the sudden sound causing the pink dragoness to spin around, and lower her horns in ready to charge at whomever or whatever ended up coming in. When she saw who her presumed captor was, however, she stopped and quickly became much more curious then angry.
The creature that stepped through the door was a dragon after all, and what was more they looked about her age as well, although she didn’t recognize them as one of her friends, or any other dragon she’d ever met.
She couldn’t judge their gender from the back, but the dragon had purple scales that were a little lighter than Spyro’s, deep green spikes that traced its back, walked on its hind legs, and strangely had no wings to speak of.
She at last noticed the other dragon had a small bowl grasped in their claws, although the contents she couldn’t make out, which made her a little suspicious.
A thousand new questions sprang to Ember’s mind, but she didn’t, however, get the chance to ask any of them before the new dragon turned around. Ember's muscles tensed as she met the other dragon's green eyes with her own.
There were a few moments of awkward and tense silence as they traded odd looks with each other, Ember’s tail twitching rapidly and her claws drawn, just in case they were needed. At last though the newcomer dragon slowly lowered the bowl to the floor, and pushed it forward like it was a peace offering, revealing to Ember that it was filled to the brim with what resembled sliced fruit.
“I thought you might be hungry when you woke up,” the dragon offered as he stepped back, his voice revealing him to be a male. “B-but we didn’t have any gems left… I’m Spike, by the way.”
Ember simply eyed Spike curiously for a few moments while her tail continued to flick, not entirely sure of what she thought of him and the current situation she was in; he didn’t seem bad by any means, if anything, in her own opinion, he came across from first impressions as quite nice compared to most male dragons, but there were still a lot of questions that were yet to be answered, and hence final thoughts of him were far from decided.
“I’m Ember,” was her short but gentle reply, the pink dragoness trying to sound friendly, and making sure her sapphire blue eyes never left his own emerald ones. “Now can you please tell me where I am exactly? And why I’m here?”
She saw Spike bite his lip and scratch his purple neck scales, the usual reaction a dragon gave to show they were nervous about something.
“Well… you’re currently in Ponyville library, as to why you’re here is a bit… complicated… other than that I can’t really tell you much to be honest. Twilight tried to explain the arcane cross-dimensional transition theory to me once, but I really didn’t understand any of it… to put it simply you’re here because a spell went wrong.”
For a moment she just gave him a blank stare that basically said ‘the arcane cross-what now?’, he guessed she didn’t really get magic that much either.
“It’s a long story; if you want answers, you’re better off asking Twilight,”
“…who’s Twilight?” she eventually asked, mulling mentally over the name that was kind of cute, but probably not dragon.
“She’s a pony… or well, technically, she’s a unicorn…"
Ember blinked and tilted her head. "What's a pony?"
"Oh, well, umm, they're really furry, they walk on four legs, and... ugh, tell you what; it's be better if wait a little while and see for yourself."
"Well, alright, if you're sure."
"Don't worry, Twilight will tell you everything you want to know, she's really smart like that... and just so you know, she's kind of like my big sister I guess.” Spike replied with an embarrassed shrug, the rapidly growing redness in his cheeks causing Ember to let out a giggle.
Slowly, the tension in the air died away, and both dragons at last relaxed a little, both accepting that neither one wanted to harm the other, although the concept of ‘friends’ was still a little stretched as of yet even by Ember’s terms. Spike was actually silently surprised for his part; Ember had neither insulted nor judged him when it came to his unusual relationship with Twilight, or if she had at least she wasn’t making it obvious to him.
It was then the pink dragoness decided, as always when it came to meeting new dragons, to take the initiative, and in silence she slowly stalked forward and approached her purple counterpart, tail flicking with interest as she crossed the room to where he was standing.
Spike instinctively tensed up, and backed up against the wall for a moment when she came closer and lowered her head to him, believing she perhaps wanted to brawl with him, as the other dragons he met before had. His adrenaline levels relaxed, however, and he even became a little embarrassed, when she began running warm pink snout over his scales to examine him, forcing him to bit his lip to avoid letting out a wave of ticklish laughter.
“You smell funny,” she giggled at last as she stepped back a little, causing his purple face scales to glow deep red. “But not in a bad way… kind of like some really old books.”
“I live in a library, so I guess it’s to be expected,” Spike shrugged, pausing for a moment as he saw just how bright and captivating her blue eyes were. “…But anyway… you know, you’re actually taking this all pretty well, a lot better than that other dragon did.”
Ember stopped smiling and raised a curious eyebrow, a wordless demonstration of her confusion at the male dragon’s statement.
“Uh… that violet dragoness,” Spike shuddered, rubbing the back of his head, which was still rather sore as he recalled the slightly traumatic experience of a few minutes prior. “Yeah… the first thing she did was start snarling and growling at me when I told her everything.”
For the first time since they had met, Ember grew angry; her anger however was not directed at Spike, but rather the dark scaled dragoness, who was to say the closest thing Ember had to a proper enemy.
Still, Spike felt like he was somehow stuck in the firing line none the less.
“Cynder,” she hissed, the name leaving her tongue like it tasted bad as she stared down at Spike. “Where is she?”
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Notes:
I have no idea why but writing this chapter mercilessly did my head in…so sorry if it’s a little blunt.
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Fan fucking finally why the fuck did I not see this Before I mean I fucking searched the Internet and couldn't find a fic as good as this so far
859926
Well...wow, thanks
I'm glad you enjoy 
859952 enjoy it I fucking love it it's just just fucking amazing I mean I'm a fucking fanatic for spyro
I like it.
Proceed
Honestly I have to agree that good Spyro/MLP crossovers are too few and far between. Thank you for helping me indulge in a bit of nostalgia.
>>Bookmaster dude........use some punctuation........
Great story so far, Cant wait until the next chapter.
(And I cant wait until I get enough chapter so I can write a long ass review, Its just my thing XD)
860630
I will happily await your review in due course
This won't end well.
cool
need more now
859955 are you Lord Turrets?
860962 no I just live the spyro series and mixing it with mlp just makes it better
Yes.
I've never got into the Spyro games, but I always love stories that involve dragons as a main character. hope you luck for your future chapters.
859955
So many FUCKS are given!
I'm a big fan of the Spyro games
And being a fairly new brony
I see much potential in this
keep going.
uh... I think Cynder's reaction would have been a little more... erm, tempered? I mean its like Altair from assassin's creed randomly attacking someone. Its over the top and the character would never do i- Oh wait...
Meanwhile back in the dragon realms:
Hey, where's spyro?
I dunno.
*end of concern*
I am loving this story so far. And I see where you are going with this.
To me that sounds like jealously at work. Jealousy of a certain dragoness who stole the heart of Ember's crush.
An awkward silence pervades the library as Spike looks over the unconscious dragons; all of which any avid Spyro fan will instantly recognize as legendary series icon Spyro, villain-turned-savior Cynder, and fan-favorite girly-girl Ember.
Grammar Nazi time - Comma Splicing. Not good. Replace with semicolon or make two separate sentences.
Also, Spike mirrors my thoughts of Ember.
So everyone collects themselves, AJ asks what happened, and Twilight gets all bent out of shape.
Whoa! Okay, this is definitely pre-season 3 Twilight, though at that point, I'm pretty sure her mane and tail should both be on fire now.
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So Twilight calms down and now they need to find a place to put the unconscious dragons until they wake up. MY question is: who wants to tell them they've been transported to another dimension that, following the trope, will have no immediate way of sending them back?
We shift POV to Ember, who wakes up in Twilight's room, completely alone, until Spike comes in a minute later with a bowl of sliced fruit.
Wait....same age? My fiery flank! If the dresser goes up to Ember's chest, then she's at least double Spike's size and thus noticeably older!
When it comes to reacting to the situation, Ember is really calm about suddenly waking up in another world. And, of course, Spike can't really answer all her questions right off the bat, saying Twilight would be better suited for that department.
That's true in more ways than one, Spike.
Spike even comments on how well Ember is taking the situation.
Yeah, sounds like something Cynder would do----hold up. What color is she?
Cynder is a black dragon; this was established in A New Beginning and continued in The Eternal Night, though they messed something up with her color palette in Dawn of the Dragon. The Hermit even addressed her as "The Black Dragon" in the third game. Get your sh
t together, people!