//------------------------------// // The Immortal and the Builder // Story: Legacy of Dragons and Knights // by DARKPHANTOM13 //------------------------------// Spike P.O.V. We dropped off the kids at their homes and the kids' parents were really grateful that their children were safe and sound. We're making our way to the book store I saw Mist go into earlier. I notice that almost everyone that we walk past looks at us. Or more specifically, looks at Pee Wee sitting on my shoulder. I turn to my companions and ask, "Why are they looking at Pee Wee like that?" "Phoenixes are really rare in Dracoheart. It is to the point where it if you see one it means you will get good luck." Shadow answers. "How did you get a phoenix as pet anyway?" "Long story short Pee Wee's parents got scared off by some jerk Dragonborns so I took care of him for a while before giving him back to his parents." I reach out and gently pet Pee Wee's head. "I guess he decided to come back. And he isn't a pet, he's a friend." "He must be a good one if he would go to the trouble of tracking you down." Shadow than snickers a little. "But really dude, Pee Wee?" "Give me a break; I was ten at the time, but maybe I should change his name." I turn my attention to my friend on my shoulder. "What do you think pal?" My feathered friend nods his head. "Okay than how about...Torch?" My old friend lets out a happy cry. "Torch it is then." I say as I pet Torch on his head. I hear two giggles behind me coming from the two cloaked girls if my guess is right. I turn my attention back to Shadow. "So what is going on?" "Long story short one of them wants to thank you, me, and Mist for taking out those bandits since her family supports the guard in this part of Dracoheart and basically did a noble service." Shadow explains. "And the other girl?" "She’s an old friend of mine that is also a friend of the one thanking us and is just along for the ride." "Do they have names?" "Of course we do." One of the cloaked figures says. "But we'll hold off on the introductions until we find your friend. Anyway why don't you tell us about yourself big boy." "Oh sure, you won't even tell me your name but I have tell you everything about myself right this second." I reply sarcastically. "Yup." I can't see it but she is probably smiling under that hood. I sign to myself in my head, debating whether or not I should tell them about myself. In the end I decide against it. Especially the part about me being banished since one of them is from a big name noble Dragonborn family. I have no idea how she and by extension her family will react to that bit of information. For all I know it could mean a lot of trouble for Equestria. I may have a bone to pick with Twilight and her friends but that doesn't mean that Equestria should pay for their mistakes. "Fine but there isn't a lot to say about me." I reply, trying to sound casual. "You mean besides the fact that you’re not from Dracoheart?" It takes all of my willpower to keep walking and make a calm questioning look on my face. "What do you mean?" "My friend here and her family are household name in this country. With what I just told you should be able to at least know which family I'm talking about." Thank Celestia that I played so many poker games with my guy friends to the point I know how to keep my poker face on even when I'm sweating bullets in my head. "Plus I'm a Changeling, meaning I can sense emotions. And I can tell you're beyond worried and panicking inside right now." Two thoughts pop into my head as soon as she says that. 'FUCK!' and 'Note to self: never play poker with a Changeling.' The best thing to do at this point is to tell them some of the truth but not all of it. "It's true that I wasn't raised in Dracoheart. When I was a baby bandits killed my parents and tried to sell me off as a slave or something. Thankfully the slavery ring was a busted and I was adopted. It was only a few weeks ago that I decided to come to Dracoheart to learn about my homeland and maybe learn about my family." "That's very interesting and I'm sorry for prying." "No problem." I say, grateful she's dropping the subject. "I don't suppose you could tell me about yourself now?" I'm getting curious what kind of person she is since this is the first full Changeling I've met since the Canterlot Invasion. "Not going to happen." I can practically feel the smile on her face. For some reason I'm both annoyed and even more curious. I just sign to myself as the cloaked Changeling starts talking to her similarly dressed friend quietly. "So Spike," Shadow starts, getting my attention. "Anything interesting happened since I last saw you?" I can't help but grin when I think back on some of the weird stuff that happened the last day or two. "You can say that." Kerva P.O.V. "Hey Maya," I whisper, getting my friend's attention. "When we introduce ourselves make sure to leave out I'm a princess." "Um okay, but why?" Maya asks. "There is a lot more to Spike's story than he is letting on." I answer, while staring at the boy Dragonborn while he is talking to Shadow. Huh, he has a pretty nice butt. "You notice it too?" "Yeah, I will admit that he did a pretty good job keeping his cool. If it wasn't for our upbringing we wouldn't have given his story a second thought." One of the first thing any good noble or royalty is taught is on to tell when someone is lying to you or isn't telling you the whole story and in my case whether or not they have any dark intentions. It's something you'll need to know if you ever have to deal with politics. He was telling the truth, but not all of it. Plus I didn't sense anything dark when he told his story. "You have an idea of what he is trying to hide?" "I got a hunch, but I'll have to get some of my people to look into it before I can be certain." But if I'm right than it will raise a lot of questions if he is who I think he is. "What about your friend?" Sapphire says while motioning her head towards Shadow. "Don't worry; he knows how to take a hint." "You seem to putting a lot of effort into a boy you just met. Seeing something you like?" She says the last part in a teasing tone. Decent effort Sapphire but you should know better than to try to tease me. "You can say that, but I'm more curious than anything. I could ask you the same thing. I saw the way you were looking at him when he was fighting those goons." "I-I was j-just checking out his fight style!" She stutters. Sometimes she is just too easy. "Sure keeping telling yourself that." My friend quickly goes quiet, probably due to the huge blush on her face. I motion for her to keep moving as I stop walking. I quietly grab my phone as I press a button for speed dial. While the two boys in front of us talked I put it to my ear I wait for the changeling on the other end to pick up. "Hello princess," A familiar voice on the other end says, "How can I help you?" "Hello Dark Sneak, I need you and your team to go to Equestria and see what you can dig up on Twilight Sparkle's Dragonborn assistant. You have twenty-four hours to report back to me and me alone of your findings and for any possible additional orders." I say, making sure he knows that I'm completely serious. "Understood, my team will leave for Equestria momentary." And with that he hangs up. After I put my phone away I fast walk to catch up with the others. When I manage to catch up I continue to look at Spike as a thought goes through my mind. 'Just what are you trying to hide Spike?' ----------------------------------------------- Meanwhile Third P.O.V. A slightly beat up, customized truck with a tarp covering the trunk makes its way to town. There are two boys inside; both appear to be 15 years old. At the wheel is someone who appears to be a Taurus-blood due to the short bull horns coming out of his forehead which is covered median long, unkempt, dirty blonde hair and very light brown skin. He has a slim, muscular build and about average height to him which is odd for his race since they are famous for having very large muscles and being very tall even in their teens. His green eyes express vast intelligence as he focuses on the road and the twitch of his eyebrow showing signs of annoyance. He's wearing durable, gray workman's outfit with worn out sneakers. The guy next to him is an odd one to be sure. His skin is a shade or two darker than his companion with short, black spiky hair. With pointed ears and a fang sticking out of his mouth from his lower jaw, making it appear that he's a Were-dog. The Were-dog has a very muscular one since he's bulkier than his friend when it comes to their builds' and slightly taller. He is wearing an open black and white striped hoodie, a grey shirt, faded blue jeans, and oddly enough didn't wear any shoes or socks. For some reason He has he has an iron bracelet on each wrist, each one connected to an iron ball and chain that are wrapped around his arms. Strangely enough he has a tattoo over his right eyebrow that says in gothic writing 'No Hope'. What really makes him stand out is that his eye under the tattoo isn't normal. The iris and pupil isn't there, in its place is magic symbols while his other eye is normal with a dark brown iris. "Are we ther-" The Were-dog starts with a bored look on his face but is cut off by his friend. "If you say that line one more time Wild I'll push you out of the truck and run you over repeatedly until you are road kill. Your immortality be damned." The Taurus-blood growls out, beyond annoyed. "Sorry Cid, but I'm bored as hell. There nothing to do but to count trees. Hell, I can't even listen the radio." "And how’s that my fault? You're the one who broke it." "That was because it was stuck on that damn polka song." And with that Wild slams his hand on the radio, causing it to start up and playing a polka song. "Oh hell no! There's no way I'm listening to this again." Wild raises hand to hit the radio again but Cid's hand grabs his wrist. "Hit my truck again and you're dead meat." Cid growls. "Fine." Wild says in a huff as he lowers his hand since Cid lets go of it. A few seconds pass with only the music and the sound of the engine filling in the silence between the two. "...Are we there yet?" Cid's response was a roar of pure rage and frustration.