The True Spike

by beirirangu

Introduction to whatever

"Alright Spike, I'm going to be gone at least a few hours, and I know you're a bit mad that you didn't get invited to Pinkie's party. But you're the only pon... er... dragon I can trust to take care of the library while I'm gone." Twilight stated as she packed the last item into her bag and opened the door, turning to her faithful assistant to see him up on the ladder with a small assortment of books being put away, "I've left a list on the table of things that needed to be done. It should keep you busy for a while... "

"Alright Twi. I'll see you when you get back," the dragon replied fairly sharply as he placed the last book, sliding down the ladder and headed to the list on the table.

"I know... I'm just feeling a bit guilty that you're always..."

"It's alright Twi. Just try and have a good time," Spike replied with a smile as he nudged Twilight out the door lightly, turning to spy out the window as Twilight gave one last look back before rechecking her pack to make sure everything was there, continuing on her way moments later.

He turned around and gave out a long sigh, lifting the paper in his hands to re-read what chores he had to complete: 1) Dust the Fiction section 2) Rearrange the History section into Geographical-Chronological order 3) Alphabetize the manuals section (I noticed a lot of books out of order from people reading them) 4) re-shelve the Biographical section into pony's fields and 5) try to relax and have some fun, you don't have to have it all done when I get back. I love you. T.

Another sigh escaped his lips as he leaned himself back, staring into the ceiling if his eyes weren’t closed. Without opening his eyes or moving his posture he raised his arm and made motion to snap his claws as an aura gently engulfed it. His eyes snapped open and his glowing claw slapped onto his palm as the aura spread throughout the library, engulfing numbers of books and rearranging them on the shelves as an order of thirty shelves themselves held the aura enclosed around them, gathering all the dust and debris, moving it to the trash bin a few feet away.

Twelve seconds later Spike was browsing the library and admiring it's wonderfully clean look, "nice... and in ten seconds flat!" He made his way through the shelves, checking to be sure that each of Twi's chores were complete as he reached the main trunk of the house. He'd always admired the builders of this tree-library-house in that they took the time to ensure a large chunk of the body remained to keep it alive, and as he slid his left claw along the wood he took a deep breath and brought his right hand's pointer claw to his lips, jets of smoke billowed out of his nostrils as he emptied his lungs, giving the last breath of remaining air onto his claw. The smokey air engulfed the claw, seemingly aflame as it hugged the digit now glowing again with the aura, seemingly mixing with the blackened flame.

"Well as long as I have some spare time, might as well get back to my research," he commented as he slipped his claw into what seemed like a solid part of the tree. After he twisted his hand and a series of what sounded like tumblers fell in a muffled tone behind the surface of the tree, allowing a door to crack open from the wood just to the left of him. "And don't worry Twi, I'll have plenty of fun."

Now, I bet you're wondering; "what the heck is going on?" "What's with Spike's claw?" "Can he do magic now?" "Why did I sing the opening instead of just reading it normally or skipping over it?" "And why is the author asking these questions in Spike's voice?"

Well, I'll tell you what's going on, I'll tell you the whos, the whats, the whens, the wheres, the whys, and the hows (and as for the singing, we all did it too) . You see, it all started well before I was born... well, hatched really, 6,000 years ago during the end of the 'Age of the Dragons'... when I was laid.

Unfortunately, not much is known about that age, because not even the ancestors of the Princesses were alive to see, but legend tells that there was a race of advanced dragons that had the knowledge more then all of pony-kind today. Archeologists have named them Draconis Sapientis because of the ruins they are found within as well as the objects found that are unanimously agreed to have been made by them. The species themselves are a close cousin of the common Draconis Alatis today, but all with the distinctive lack of skeletal support for wings and small stature, where none were found within societal surroundings to have been larger then twice Celestia's height on their hind legs. However, even though barley more then a few dozen complete fossils have been found outside of what archaeologists have agreed are burial sites, there have been found a very large number of eggs, each found within chambers deep within the ruins in groups of thousands, each with a strong magical barrier surrounding the eggs, suggesting that the dragons knew powerful magic because only very strong unicorns at the time could break the spell, however, research on the eggs is next to impossible as the eggs deteriorate as soon as they are hatched, even the dragons themselves, though mostly alive, have never lived more then a day before turning to dust, and because of that, they have been used to see what magical powers unicorns posses over the ages.

"At last! My greatest work is completed!" Spike proclaims, raising his invention above his head before looking over towards PeeWee sitting on his perch, "Oh don't give me that look. It's a classic line... anyway, you wanna know what it does little buddy?"

An excited "peep" escaped from the bird as he raised up a small microchip in his claw, and upon seeing the thing, PeeWee cocked his head, alerting Spike to explain.

"Well, this little gadget right here will allow me to listen in on other's thoughts! So I'll finally know what you're thinking little guy." Spike said enthusiastically as he tossed his claw gently through the phoenix's feathers.

Another "peep" escaped the phoenix's beak as Spike continues explaining.

"You see, whenever ponies think about something, their brain sends electrical signals all around in their brain..." and at this point I'm not going to bore you with medical-mechanical-maniacal-technical-mumbo-jumbo and keep to what you really need to know. "...and that's how it lets me read minds! Ain't that amazing!" He looked back at the bird and saw his confused expression, "well, ok. I didn't think you'd understand anyway. Just give me a second and I'll..." he looked around, searching for a tweezer through the 'mess' of his tools and gadgets skewed across the table in front of him. "You know what, I think it's in the chemlab..." He rushed through the room, passing machine after machine of technical poise and intelligent superiority as he opened a short series of doors into his clean room, grabbing the tweezers in the final cleaning bath, "might as well operate in sterile conditions while I'm in here."

Peewee looked away as Spike reached up with his claw and pealed open a scale on his head, not enough to hurt but enough to get the chip in there, as he used the tweezers to slide the chip in and position it in the soft tissue (if you're grossed out, don't worry, it's over) and switched the device on.

Spike twitched at first, getting used to the device's new position and drainage of power as he could hear a slight something, "wow dad! It looked like that must've hurt!"

He concentrated, fixing his thoughts on the device and the what operations he had programmed into it, allowing the change in tuning to accommodate for the noise as the something again, this time much clearer, "are you ok dad?"

"Are, are you calling me dad?" Spike asks his faithful phoenix, adjusting it even further.

"Of course! I've always considered you my father Spike!" The voice in his head shouted cheerfully as the phoenix leapt from his perch to nuzzle with Spike.

"See! Now what did I tell you? We can now talk to each other! Isn't that great!?"

A verbal "squawk" voiced itself from the bird as Spike's instrument took it's actions to mean more then the translation was worth, as did he.