As the beautiful day continued in Ponyville, a young dragon was proceeded with his every day jobs at the Golden Oaks Library. Spike was busy sweeping the floors and shelving books. While he was working a certain purple unicorn was out with her friends, leaving him to do all the household chores unaccompanied. Though Twilight has provided him with shelter and love from when he first hatched from his egg, he sometimes felt like he never belonged in this world. As far as he was concerned he was the only known dragon in Equestria.
His past was completely oblivious to him up until he hatched from his egg. Whatever brought him to Equestria still troubled him today. No matter what turn of events brought him where he was, he still lead a happy life in Ponyville. He had great friends that he was proud to call his family. They took him along when they went on crazy adventures that involved the Elements of Harmony but his job was a bit bland. No matter how much they excluded him he still remained their friend and stuck with them, always willing to help any way he could. If he had learned anything from his friends, it's friendship.
As Spike continued his duties, he began to slack off. Normally Twilight would not approve of him fooling around but the library was already in descent shape. Spike decided to take a break before proceeding in working again. He took a stack of two books from the floor and setting them down near him. He laid down on his back and rested his head on the books. I'll just take a little nap and then it's back to work, Spike thought to himself, trying not to get to get too carried away in sleeping through his work. Within a few minutes he drifted off and fell asleep.
Spike's dreams of various things that appealed to him always kept him peaceful until they were interrupted by a slight disturbance that had occurred. It must have been no longer then fifteen minutes before Spike was awoken by what felt like a scaly finger poking the side of his face. Spike moaned and shifted to the side ignoring whatever it was. It wasn't long until the finger poked his face again awakening him from his slumber. He slowly opened one eye to see a blurry image of a rather large and tall figure. Spike's eyes shot open when his mind processed that something was in here and it wasn't Twilight. In front of him stood a dragon with a big resemblance to himself, only older.
“Finally,” the large dragon groaned loudly. “I've been looking EVERYWHERE for you,” he stated to Spike putting much emphases on everywhere. Spike let out a yelp in fear as he stood up quickly to his feet. Too quickly for him to handle causing him to go light headed and fall back to the floor. Still shocked he crawled away, backing away into a book shelf and still facing the dragon. Spike could now see an entire view of the mysterious dragon. He had several scars on top of his spines and one that traveled across his eye. He also appeared to be wearing a worn vest that had looked like it had been through thick and thin. The tall dragon just stood there staring at Spike with an odd look due to how largely he reacted.
“Geez,” the dragon said with a slight smile growing. “Calm down dude”
“W-Who are you,” Spike asked him frantically.
“What,” he asked Spike with an unsure look. “You don't remember me?” Spike didn't say anything but simply sat there on the floor his scared expression slowly being replaced with a confused one. “Oh yeah,” the tall dragon said with sudden realization. “I guess we haven't met yet have we?”
“No,” answered Spike flatly. “Now who are you,” he asked again.
“Yeah I guess probably should have waited until I actually saw you,” he reckoned to his thoughts. “But hey, you're probably the only dragon I'm going to find all the way out here so I'm pretty sure you're the one I'm looking for.”
“Why were you looking for me,” Spike questioned. He hadn't the slightest clue of who this dragon was and what he wanted from him. He also wasn't giving the information very easily either since he still hadn't stated his identity.
“Oh you know,” the dragon said, thinking of explanations. “To catch up on things like how you've been doing, any jobs or hobbies you have, any friends of yours you'd like me to meet, maybe-”,
the dragons rambles were cut off by Spike who had interrupted him before he continued for more time than he wanted.
“W-Why do you want to know this stuff,” Spike asked, growing more confused the more the dragon talked.
“Well,” the tall dragon explained to Spike. “I figured that if I'm going to be crashing here for a while then I might as well get to know you.”
“Wh-” Spike managed to utter before the rather talkative dragon continued what he was saying. “And I have to say you got a nice place here,” the dragon complemented, looking around the library.
“Why do you want to get to know me,” Spike asked. It seemed that no matter how many questions he asked, there were always more. “I don't even know who you are.”
“Exactly,” the dragon exclaimed to him. “That's why we should probably catch up on each other-” Spike interrupted yet again. His voice was grew louder and he got quite annoyed with the dragon that had entered his home. He demanded answers. “Who. are. you,” he asked sternly.
The tall dragon fell silent. Spike couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking but he knew he was bound to say it. “My name is Slit,” he stated, after breathing in deeply. He then leaned in closer to face Spike. “I'm your brother.”
Spike stood there frozen in place. Right in front of him, face to face was a relative of his. Someone who knew who he was. Not primarily but of his sideline, his history, who he could be. Someone he could actually call family. Spike's past troubled him more than anything. If anyone was going to know who he was it was this very dragon. Slit, Slit the dragon.