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// 30 – "What in Celestia's Name?" 
// Story: Spike Quits His Job and Goes on Numerous Quests 
// by B_25 
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"What in Celestia's Name?"


Spike was staring at the round white light at the end of the tunnel from the bottom of the well, where the usual cobblestone walls were replaced by orange pulsating bodies of water. The dragon himself was unable to comprehend the speed he was traveling at, for his body was split into tiny orbs upon entering the rift, each bearing a color respective to his once form.

Thrusting words accelerated up to his form. Reading of hope and envy, of esteem and arrogance, as well mostly brown tiny orbs accompanied by a few whites. 

Spike directed what he presumed his eyes once more at the light at the end of the tunnel, where his form soon met, and felt his body and being swirling back together. The plethora of light vanished beyond his sealing eyes, as the dragon fell back into reality.



A white electric line cut itself into existence high in the sky, stretching out with a cry that blew forth a current until from within its depths a dragon fell out. The first thing to greet his descent was the coolness of stone, as his shoulder bounced off it, and he continued to roll due to the momentum from his fall. 

Sleep lingered in the dragon’s system as he let his body roll without any effort to stop himself, his heavy eyelids coming to split to intake the vastness of the forest, leagues below the edge of the stone of the tower, where his body rolled past and over. 

Spike didn’t have time to scream as his claw instinctively went for the ledge of the stone, his body swimming with full force into the side of the tower. His talons slipped backward by an inch, but tighten harder against the stone. 

He took advantage of his now guarantee safety to take a well-needed breath, as his eyes gazed downward along the leagues of stone that led downward into some throne-room exposed by its partially missing roof.

A wall of air slammed into the hanging dragon, lifting his form rightly upward until it the wind intensified tenfold, and Spike was flung right. The tops of trees and their many branches awaited to impale themselves into his descending form, though his talons slide clockwise around the tower, where his hanging body was protected from the winds by the base of the tower. 

The scaly lips split as far as they could to release the tiniest exhale possible; the emerald eyes above blinking incomprehensibly at what lay past the ledge and the wavering torn flag. In the distance stood mountains whose some tips disappeared past the clouds, and the ones just below it covered in stone.

The caves along the mountains form held a layer of blackness, enormous enough to devour even a regular sized dragon. Spike did his best not to lose his breath to the sight, but it lost it anyway when he threw his leg atop the ledge of the tower.

The muscles in the dragon’s abs tensed, carrying the parts of the dragon’s that still dangled over the ledge to atop the tower as well. He came over with a little roll that bumped against the flag post, where he came rest before on his back.

“What…” Spike’s words were intermixed with pants. “...in Celestia’s name...was that…?”

The purple claw scattered across the stone floor, gripping at nothingness, until he came to clutch at the froze flagpost. The claw tensed, as did his core, as the dragon rose once more, unintentionally gazing at what lay behind this castle.

An ocean stretched out into the horizon with waves loud enough to still reach the dragon’s ears. A gust came from the sea that slid the dragon’s foot back, who halted its attempts by gripping tighter on the flag post, but that wasn’t was surprised the dragon.


It was the scattered and tilted pieces of a continent, slipping deeper into the sea.