What It Means To Be A Dragon
Chapter 11-Foreign Land Business
Shortly after arriving in the big village that was in the Badlands, Spike was escorted to go see the Elder of it. The Elder was a fairly large dragon, but not as big as others that Spike had seen. He was gray in color and he had a long, flowing white beard with icy blue eyes. When he saw Spike, he gasped. To Spike's surprise, he bowed to him.
"The 'Chosen One' has returned! It is just, as the prophecy foretold. Welcome, young one." He spoke, in a raspy voice.
"I need some answers, Sir. I want to know how you know me, and what you mean, by 'Chosen One'." Spike stated, politely.
The Elder's bushy eyebrows rose. "You did not tell him?"
Riptide shook his head. "I figured I'd let you do the honors. Besides, you can explain it far better than I ever could."
He nodded, agreeably. "Very well. Come with me if you will, Spike. It's time for you to learn of your history, and what you were born to do."
They walked throughout the castle, until they came to a door. Inside the room was a hall with paintings that lined it, before coming to a dead end. The Elder was about to explain each painting and their importance.
"You no doubt, at some point, have been searching for your purpose, and at times, you probably felt like you didn't belong."
Spike nodded, in agreement. There had been many days when he had sat in the Library, pondering the meaning of his life.
"You would be correct, but here is where you belong, with others of your kind. Long ago, a prophecy was told of a special dragon. This dragon was unlike any other, and he would go on a journey to end the reign of an evil dragon tyrant. It's been passed down through generations, and we've been watching you, since the day your egg was laid. This is the hall of what came before, and the story of your past, as well as your future. The reason you ended up in the care of ponies in the first place, was to keep you safe. The dragon you are destined to defeat tried to kill you off, so we had to send you away, until you were ready to take him down." The Elder explained, looking at the dragon.
"Wait. Is there a reason I was chosen, or was it just random?" Spike wondered, not sure that he was important enough to be chosen for something that sounded to be that way.
"Oh, yes. There is more to it, than you realize. For you see, you are the one true heir to the dragon throne. Now do you see, why it was so important to keep you safe?" Spike's jaw literally dropped to the floor, and the Elder patiently awaited his response, knowing that this was a lot of information to take in.
"So, what you're saying is that I'm not only the 'Chosen One' to stop an evil dragon, but I'm also the only living heir to the throne? Does that mean that I would be King, if I defeated this tyrant?"
"In time, yes, but for now, you'll be a Prince under me."
"Well, I can live with that. I have a lot to think about, so can you show me where my room is?" Spike asked, feeling a bit tired.
"Yes, of course! My apologies."
Soon after, the guards were called to escort him to his room.
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Once he was inside, the door closed behind him, and he was alone. The room contained a desk, a bed, and a mini refrigerator. Spike was tired after the day's events, so he flopped onto the bed that was big enough for two. He thought back to his encounter with Chrysalis and whether she was still alive or not. He was worried about the captured miners, and he hoped that they had escaped safely.
He closed his eyes, and tried to contact Fluttershy. "Hey Fluttershy, are you there?" Spike said, aloud.
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All of the mares had their headsets on at all times now, in case Spike contacted them. The devices were unable to be seen, since they blended in with their coats.
Fluttershy was getting into bed herself, when she heard his voice in her head. "Hey Fluttershy, are you there?"
She responded immediately, glad to hear from him. "Hi Spike, I'm here."
"How was your day, Fluttershy?" Spike asked, trying to be polite.
"Well, it was fine, but…"
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just tired."
"Well, if you're sure. I was just checking in, and I've had a long day." Spike sighed, and told her all the events that had happened. "So, apparently, I'm some draconian prince, destined to defeat an evil dragon that is terrorizing this village." Spike finished.
"I, uh…Wow, that sounds scary. Are you okay?" Fluttershy wasn't quite sure what to say.
"I'm fine, I just have a lot to think about. Thanks for listening to me, Fluttershy."
"Oh, Spike, it's no problem, at all! I'll be here for you, whenever you need me." The timid pegasus couldn't admit that she would do anything for him, at least not yet, anyway.
"Goodnight, Fluttershy." Spike said, drifting off to sleep.
"Goodnight, Spike." She responded, with a soft sigh, as she entered the realm of sleep.