//------------------------------// // The Truth That Broke Him // Story: Spike Dorcha // by Dragon-In-Black //------------------------------// Spike started to stir in the pitch-black darkness, not able to see anything. He used his right claw to feel his face and he felt that he was indeed alive. His legs and feet were sleeping as he could move them but he had that feeling when they were “Asleep” and it hurt only a little bit. Suddenly, there was a fire that lit up the room. Spike placed both of his claws behind him and pulled back his legs and pushed himself upwards, using his right claw the most and got up. He started to look around him, trying to see things more clearly. The fire came from torches. There was a torch behind him that was held back by a metallic sconce that held the torch in place. The torch was made out of wood that had some fire material that easily burned. It was at his height so he took it with his right claw, turning around to look ahead of him shortly after. The sconce had been on a cracked stone wall that looked ready to fall apart and there were no indications of any exits around there anywhere which made Spike uneasy. There was a huge scene in front of Spike. Straight ahead of him in the middle on the ground was a marble floor that was blue, green and purple. The green and purple matched up a dragon while the blue was the background. To the right and left were drawings made by some creature. Spike looked down below him and saw that there was no sort of staircase. With the torch in his right claw, he jumped down to the ground and walked forward, hoping to see the image better than he did before. His left claw was sharp and ready to hit anything that was a threat to him, his face showing curiosity but caution at the same time just in case something else was in the place with him. His small feet were not heard as he walked forward to the dragon constructed image. He looked down as he saw that the dragon construction looked similar. The difference was that this dragon had green scales and purple spikes. Spike wondered if the dragon had some sort of importance to the place he was in. Using his left claw, he scratched his head, breathing in the old air that had not been freshened for who knows how long. Spike looked to his right and saw from his position that there were drawn images on the walls. From the right, straight and left were drawings of whatever this place served as. Spike held the torch high so he could see more clearly, specifically the corners that were pitch black and had not been lightened up by the other torches throughout the room. Spike looked at the torch in his right claw. The flames were dancing to the stillness of him. Spike looked deep into the fire and he could have sworn for a split second that he saw a dragon with a large scar on the face with blood-red eyes. He looked away from the flames and decided to look for a way out. He could not be stuck there forever. He walked back to where he had presumably landed after he climbed up on some stones. He looked up where there were some small stones and saw that there was a large hole leading up. Spike tried to fly, but... he did not move? He was still on the ground... Confused, Spike tried to look behind him to see his wings, but they weren’t there. Spike was now really confused, why did he not have his-? Spike’s eyes widened. He remembered now that he had lost his wings before the trial of Fleur De Lis’s murder. Spike sigh as he remembered what Twilight, Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash did. They had betrayed him even though Fancy Pants stood firmly on Spike’s side, taking his case... He looked down to the ground and he started sobbing, dropping the torch, he landed on his claws and just cried. He had bottled it all up until this point. He had kept it all up inside of his and not allowed it to get out. His stomach felt like it was twisting and turning, but Spike did not care about that. He had gone through so much... Having fun with Fancy Pants, getting arrested by his mothers’ very own guards. The guards cutting off his wings and calling him horrible names. Getting exiled from the land he felt home to. Becoming cold-hearted and becoming a tyrannical ruler. All of that simply because of something he had not done... Something he had not done... Something he had not done... SOMETHING HE HAD NOT DONE!!!!! Spike allowed his weakened arms to fall, hitting his head on the stone ground, feeling exhausted. His eyes were red from all the crying. His body was getting limb and his face held so many emotions that it was impossible to tell what he was truly feeling at that very moment, Spike was unsure he was truly feeling anything at all. He suddenly heard a “Pop” and there was a scroll that looked ancient. It landed in front of him and the seal resembled Discord. Spike then got newfound energy and took the school and carefully opening it. He was in a squatting position, his toes feeling the stone ground below him. He opened the scroll and started reading the contents. Dear Spike I am sorry that I have not been able to help you at all. I thought that me being your lawyer would help, but it seems like that it did not matter at all. I know that you probably hate me for not helping you and I respect that, it is what I deserve. I mostly wanted to send you this scroll because I want to give you a choice, one that will change your life forever. What that choice is this: 1 you can travel to a different dimension and redeem yourself. Only I will know of your location and no creature else. You will make friends there but you got to make wise decisions, either be open to them about what you did or hide it, the decision is yours. 2 you can stay in Equestria, never really getting redemption and always have to be on the run from the sun guards. I think that you remember what your devoted followers did to them. This decision is entirely up to you. You can return to Equestria if you want to in the future if you decide to take the first decision. I will snap my claws and you will be there in no time. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to decide this decision. Your Loyal Friend, Discord Spike reread the scroll several times trying to see if this is some dangerous deception but found none. He sighed as he laid down on his stomach and rolled to the left to lay on his back, his arms just laying there to their respective sides. He looked up to where the hole was and could have sworn he saw a horn of a deer but he shrugged it off “Both options have their benefits, but what should I choose? I’ll have to live with it for the rest of my life afterwards...” Spike’s voice trailed off as he could not speak properly. He had damaged his vocal cords. One decision and his life will change forever.