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// Chapter 1: Knock At The Door 
// Story: Life Without Ponies 
// by Wandering Twilight 
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Chapter 1: 


Knock At The Door


IT WAS A cold winters eve, and the snow fell lightly from the sky down onto the house tops of Ponyville. Looking over the sea of roof-tops the snow pilled high. Beneath the windows of most of the houses were empty of lights, and with the foggy sky not much was  seen. One place had lights flowing out of every windows, spilling into the streets around. A wall of light keeping safe those inside. This place was not, in fact, a building but a tree. The Golden Oaks Library was the only source of light in all the town. From one particularly bright window came the shadow of a perching owl.

Owlowiscious watch the snow drifting down and thought to himself that it would be a much nicer if the homes and buildings had lights.

Or ponies, but, but he pushed that thought away.

Inside was warm and cozy, and he almost felt at peace. He was drifting off when a loud crash came from the kitchen and he heard the sound of yelling.

It was the that noise became clear, it was Spike yelling, saying: "Angel! if you don't---" and another crash and Angel Bunny shot out the kitchen walk-way. Dangling from his lips was a bundle of carrots.

Spike, wearing a chef's hat and apron,  dash out after him, and the two started to run circles around the library. Spike was right behind Angel, then Angel took a flying leap on to a near by table, and Spike came to a dead-stop.

The table wobbled, but Angel managed balanced himself. 

Now no this table was a small memorial: a large framed picture of Twilight and spike, a smaller framed picture of the mine six, and a candle, often lit with practiced ceremony.

Angel turn to at Spike and stuck his tongue out. He tired to hop once more, but the table fell from under him.

SMASH!

Owlowiscious Shuddered. Angel was pilling himself off the floor and rub his temples where a rather nasty bump was forming. 
The framed photo on spike's memorial was broken and glass shards littered the floor (it was a miracle Angel was seriously unharmed.)
Angel recovering from his daze, took the carrots and ate them in one mouth full.

Spike walked over and picked up the picture, his where eyes tearing up. 

Angel was proud of himself, winning over Spike wasn't an everyday occurrence.

"How could you..." said Spike, his voice quivering. Angel was alarm." you, you little---" Angel nervously smiled and started to move back; spike became progressively more angry, tears on his face. Owlowiscious flew down from his perch.

"Angel that is it! you're out of this house! get out right this---"

But there was interruption. A loud abrasive knocking at the door, and a voice crying out:" Spike the Dragon, His Majesty King of Griffonland, RULER of Equestria, COMMANDS your presence!"