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// Spearton 
// Story: Today We Summon Unity! 
// by Chemtest 
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I hold up my shield for the dragon to strike, "Shield bash!"

Spike listens, and lashes outwards with his shield, knocking mine out of the way and sticking his spear near my neck, "Got ya!"

I smile, "Good, very good." I hold up my spear, charge a bit, and grant him some more strength, "You are advancing quickly, that's excellent. You are strong, quick, and clever. Exactly what a Spearton is. So, you know what?"

He leans forward, "What?"

I hit him in the kneecap, enough to make him kneel, and place my spear on his shouter, "You have proven yourself worthy, young dragon. So, I hereby declare you a Spearton! Take your title in pride, and wait for me to get you your own helmet and spear."

He looks up in surprise, "Already!? But we just started today! Surely there is more for me to learn?"

I shake my head, "From me? No. What you have yet to learn does not come from me. You shall learn all that is left not by training or listening, but by fighting. Just as i graduated to a warrior in one day, so do you. Don't doubt yourself, you are a natural at the spear, and all your foes shall fall before you."

He stands up, and smile, "As you say, Atreyos. Don't allow me to question your decisions."

I stamp down, "No! You are a Spearton, you are to question every decision! If your mother tells you to get the milk, you ask why! If your friend asks for you to help them, you ask why! If you are not satisfied by my explanation, you ask why!"

He puts on a shit eating grin, "Why ask questions?"

I nod, "Exactly." Then I point to the tree house, “Now, rest for an hour or so before we move on to more intense moves and actual fighting. You may be a Spearton, but that doesn’t mean you are a true warrior.”

He nods, and rushes off, “Sure!”

And as I watch him jog indoors, I hear the flapping of wings. I turn to where I hear it, and find my favorite pony yet. Rainbow Dash, putting on a face of sorrow, “Look, Atreyos, I’m sorry for what happend earlier. There was no need for me to attack you, and for that I am sorry.”

I get down on one knee, and look her in the eye, “Rainbow Dash, are you being honest? Tell me exactly how you feel.”

She shakes her head, “No, not really. What you did to Pinkie was uncalled for. And I just don’t feel right apologizing until you do. I’ve already seen what happens when I turn a blind eye to stuff like that, and I’m not allowing another Gilda situation.”

I nod, “I can respect that.” I stand up, “I respect you, Rainbow Dash, you are the only pony with the balls to actually do something. I can read your moves, you are a warrior of some type, and one who is brave. You protect others, and that is good.”

“Thanks?”

I nod, “Now, I as a Spearton, cannot exactly apologize. But, one warrior to another, I was wrong. I did not know your world hasn’t seen conflict in a thousand or more years, and I didn’t know harsh words would affect one so as it did. Tell your friend that I was in the wrong in that situation.”

She tilts her head, “So, you’re apologizing?”

I shake my head, “No, apologizing would imply I feel bad about what I did. I feel good, I was in the right. She pointed a weapon of war at warriors, and I defended myself without violence. I will say I was in the wrong, but I do not feel bad. I do not apologize for all I’ve killed in war. I was in the wrong in that situation, everyone is, it’s war, but I do not apologize for fighting. There’s a difference, remember that.”

She nods, “Okay, I guess I can forgive you now. We cool?”

I nod, “We’re cool.” I hold up a hand to stop her departure, “Oh, and relay this message to your friend. If she has something to say to me, come meet me face to face rather than sending a proxie agent. If Twilight wants me to be sorry, let her come and confront me herself. Tell her that, and make sure she knows I don’t respect people useing proxies.”

She stops, “How’d you know it was Twilight?”

I shrug, “She sounded smart, and your first line was to smart to come from you. No insult, in face it’s a compliment. You get the point acrosss as she spends her time wasting away on useless jargon that does nothing but sound good. Tell her that as well, if she wants a intellectual discussion she should talk to Harry. He’s the one who- no, never mind that. Now, fly off back to her and Pinkie, and relay my messages.”

She’s about to take off again, before turning back, “Uh, what was I supposed to say the first time?”

I shake my head, “Come and face me without useing body shields!”

She nods, “Alright, now that I can understand!”

She flies off, and I enter into the library. I have yet to finish that book on the Discord Era.