27k+...At least I feel like I'm getting close to the end. · 5:03am Jul 24th, 2016
Though I'm like, 94% sure, that it's going to break the 30k+ words mark, but what are you gonna do, ya know?
At this point, I'm just happy to almost have this done. It was my Grandma's birthday Wednesday, but we celebrated today. Nice seeing her, good cake, and the food was delish.
Coleslaw, yum.
On the upturn, I'm going to give you guys a Tide OVer, that's actually really crucial this time. It won't be a tease, but a legit thing.
Roll the video! Just to add to this, while I was writing this particular part, I was listening to:
<-- This.
Have fun with that.
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She coughed, as more of the bad smoke entered her lungs. She tugged at the arm of her father, the stallion coughing out more of the bad air than she.
“Dad! Please, we have to go!” Dinky cried, as the fire from the kitchen set off the smoke alarms, making her ears ring. She saw her father, Rolling Barrel, crawling to keep up with her.
They’d both been asleep when the fiery destruction had begun to spread. Being in the room at the end of the hall hadn't helped matters, especially when they had a hard time grabbing the burning doorknob.
“It’s oka-ergh, kuff! Just keep low to the ground baby-girl.” she nodded, as tears reached the corners of her eyes; both from the smoke, and the despair of the situation.
She did the only thing she could, and tried to listen, but when a support beam came falling down in front of the area by the kitchen…
“Mama! Mama!” She cried for her mother figure.
“Mama! Spike! Naruto!” she cried for those, that she wished would save them both in their time of need.
She looked down at her right hand, and looked at the marks on it.
It had been something her and Spike had tried to copy from the books they’d read.
These sigils were supposed to be capable of many things. Speaking through their minds so they could talk whenever, empowering one another so they could handle all the bad guys and last…
She focused on the words form the book, some childish part of wishing at that very moment for those words to be true. The more realistic part knew that it was fake. That those imaginary worlds were just that, imaginary.
In that moment though, she could only believe in those words.
“Shut(Fill). Shut(Fill). Shut(Fill). Shut(Fill). Shut(Fill).”
____________________________________________________________________________________________His mind called him to a stop, as he handle the scrolls in his care. His body froze in the motions, and dropped the parchments all over the floor.
“Spike?”
He didn’t hear her, all he could do was stare forward, before something called his mind to his right hand.
Those magic seals, that he and Dinky had painted on the back of their hands, had been more for make-believe than any real reason. They both knew that they couldn’t do what they did in the books, though they entertained the thoughts of making their own, one day.
Twilight had even said, it wouldn’t be THAT impossible for something like it too exist!
Like in the books, they had draw them on their hands, but Dinky had said something...interesting.
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“I want to be able to summon you! That way, we can always talk to each other, and if I ever need help, you can save me right?”“Of course! I’m a dragon, and dragons are big, and strong, and noble, too!”
“Yay!”
______________________________________________________________________________In lieu of that idea, they made a single change.
Instead of Spike having sigils like the “Masters” in the book, he’d have the magic circle for the summoning.
It was so, that he could be called whenever, but it was fake, ever still.
So why…
“Why is it glowing?” he stared at the flickering marks, on his hand. His mind tried to go through all the reasons for it, but they only settled on one.
Dinky was in trouble!
His breath quickened slightly, and he ignored the sounds of the others getting worried.
What could he do, what could he do?!
He thought back to the books, and looked for anything in his memory.
“Spike!” he heard it in his mind, and in that moment he settled on an image.
An image of a knight kneeling to an unsuspecting “Master”.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________Allowed her teleportation spell to activate, almost as soon as Twilight had come into her chambers speaking of something wrong with Spike.
What she came upon though, was something she didn’t expect.
Spike sat kneeling in the middle of Twilight’s room, his eyes closed, as he held a hand to his chest. Stranger still, around him, various random numbers of the books flipped open, before the words from certain pages flew into the air, and swirled around her adopted son.
“Spike!” she called out to him.
He looked up at her slowly, and gave her a small smile.
“I have to help her mom.” his words said, he closed his eyes, and spoke a phrase.
“I ask of you…
The books floating scripts flew faster, and faster. Lightning sprouted from one specific tome, and bounced to another, before settling above Spike himself.
...are you my Partner?”
Then the next instant he was gone.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________He’d already scooped up Derpy, before he even thought of it. They bounced over the tops of roofs, as he moved faster, and faster, towards the location of the burning home.
“No, no, no, no…” he could hear Derpy muttering, as her eye, not hidden by an eyepatch, shivered with tears, her grip on him alike to iron clasps.
He felt his own heart tear at the sight, before he narrowed his eyes forward, and they blurred across the rooftops.
The next instance, found them in front of a familiar location, that now lay on fire. Ponies lay out on the sidewalks, some in tears, other slightly burned, and others calling for help.
Yet, she didn’t see them.
Derpy fell to her knees, as her mind failed to process what she was seeing. Her house, her home, was on fire, and her little sister. Her father, and her baby girl…
“Derpy, stay here.” Naruto didn’t even think for a moment, his mind too far gone to allow the sight before him to mutter his senses.
He could still feel them in there, and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do anything.
“Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!”
The next instance, there was a hail of blondes, who burst into the home. All transformations forgotten in the wake of the flames.
They surged around and into the burning home. They moved in groups in hopes of mitigating the destruction of most of them, before allowing their bodies to be coated in a orange yellow flame.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________Naruto, the original, burst into the center of the house, eyes frantically moving every which way, before they settled on a broken down beam. He could hear something, coughing!
“Dinky! Rolling!”
“Naruto!” Wait, that sounded like…
No time, no thinking.
He moved through the burning living room, before coating his hand in ravaging wind chakra. He sliced through the wood, and moved forward in the same motion, eyes going down the hallway, before they landed on a triplet of figures.
“Spike!” he lunged forward, as he saw the dragon child, with his wings extended over the fallen forms of two familiar ponies. The drake didn’t look too good, as he coughed up another lungful of smoke, but he still shakily raised his head up to the blonde before giving him a shaky smile.
“I saved them, ugh!” his form shuttered, and above him a section of the ceiling began to fall.
In that moment, Naruto’s mind didn’t even run through the number of options he could use to save the trio. It simply settled on something that would protect them, keep them safe, and most of all, get them out of these flames.
I that next instant, before falling into unconsciousness, he felt something large, wrap around his form; Lifting him, and those underneath him away from harm, and danger, before curling around them in protection.
Something large, and scaly.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Derpy still didn’t register as multiple blonde shot out of the flames, before dispersing into clouds on impact with the ground outside. Left behind were the slightly scorched forms of ponies, of varying ages.
None of them were her family, nor her best male friend.
“Derpy!” she heard the call of somepony, who was it...Amethyst?
She felt arms wrap around her form, as her little sister cried tears, of slight relief. Coming up behind her was Golden Harvest, who looked at the fire in shock, even as more blondes shot out of it.
By some point, every pony had gone quiet, even as the flame s burned and no blonde came out.
‘No, no no no no no..’ She wouldn’t accept this, no, not at all.
Yet, it was in the quiet of this burning fire, that something did ring out.
“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Something that blew away the flames, in a rapid forceful fashion, before going silent.
Her ears rung, as did a couple other ponies, yet even still, her eyes focused on the now barely flaming building. The front of it bulged, before bursting outwards in an eruption of burning wood, ash and cinder.
The smoking object rolled for a few moments, before coming to a stop, right as the building collapsed in on itself.
Most stayed silent, as they eyed the large oval shaped object, dressed in smoke.
Then it unfurled, and large extensions burst from its backside and blew away the smoke.
A dragon. A purple dragon that stood tall, and heads over those around the site of its crash. It curled in on itself slightly, allowing its eyes to adjust, before it focused in on her.
Blue eyes met a golden one, before it leaned down, and gently opened its arms out.
Releasing three bodies, that had been tucked away within its hold.
She felt her breath hitch, as the forms of her father and sister/daughter fell out of its clutches, along with the confusing form of Spike.
Just then the fireponies came, and the dragon flashed yellow, before out came a familiar blonde in charred clothing.
He gave her a lazy grin, before he too fell.
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