Spike walked back and forth in circles, he had been playing with his emotions for over an hour now, pondering over what happened last night. What was the cause of the fire? What were the reasons behind it? So much information, but so little time. All he knew was that things were about to get messy, quick.
Spike observed the wreckage of his beloved home, and took note of anything and everything that would have caused the fire. He knew that it started inside, but so many different avenues to go on that only made him wished more of his sister.
The whole event itself was almost a blur to him, he was sleeping and he woke up to get some water because his throat was extremely dry. After he struggled to reach the sink, he sought a different area of expertise and would ask Rarity for some water. This provided him a chance to wet his whistle and to see her precious face once more, though she hasn’t been exactly herself since the accident occurred. All seemed well until he smelled this thick smoke burrowing under the front door and fogging up the windows around the house. He then forgot about the water and decided to go outside himself, once out there he heard faint shouts and some screams that can be heard from all the way across town.
He instantly became frightful and was about to retreat when the brightest light occurred from the sky, Spike stood there in awe as he saw the amazingly vivid colors stretch out and corrode the thick clouds with its impressive layering of hot air, the light looked so beautiful that he watched it forever, his eyes stuck in a gaze. He sat down and watched it expand and expand until it couldn’t anymore, then it looked like the light was beginning to thin out and move back and forth with the sky, almost like northern lights up in the arctic. It danced and moved ever slowly that you couldn’t blink unless you wanted to miss the whole event. A drool trickled out of his mouth but he didn’t mind. The light was finally beginning to decrease and the dancing light fought to hold its place up in the air but quickly the clouds thickened and they became black with smoke. The night started to become darker than originally and that’s when he realized the screams again. The screams and cries bounced off the streets and echoed along the walls, the sounds were so conflicting, so disturbing and not of this world. He couldn’t understand why every pony was screaming, the noises demanded attention and attention it was going to get with or without its approval. The scales on his body stood up, the goose bumps on his purple skin hardened and some pony or something was yelling at him without his acknowledgement. It was Rarity and Sweetie Belle, they’ve been yelling and telling him to get up and find Twilight Sparkle because the fire was coming from their house. Sweetie Belle stayed behind his sister’s leg and watched him in a frightful look. She was so scared of Spike’s non-existent expression that it sent shivers down her puny spine. Rarity was afraid also because of the haunting look he portrayed.
He hadn’t even noticed that tears were filling up his eyelids, he finally snapped back in two when Rarity repeatedly shook his body back into reality. He looked into Rarity’s eyes and was horrified at her frightened expression, when he looked at Sweetie Belle cowering beside her, she too had that same look. Spike saw her dress looking not so perfect anymore while her mascara was beginning to run down her cheeks.
‘Had she been crying?’ Spike thought for a moment, he looked closer into her eyes and she nudged on Sweetie Belle to take one step back, “Spike…?” her voice trembled.
“Spike, a-are you…okay?” Rarity’s voice dropped.
Rarity shook her leg for Sweetie Belle to take another step back, she didn’t know what was up with Spike but he didn’t look like himself.
Her voice echoed throughout his ear canal and he tried memorizing the line every single time, it was as if he wasn’t in his body and that it was just a shell while he heard the screams from a distant becoming increasingly noticeable.
“Spike listen to me,” Rarity cooed. “You’re house is on fire and Twilight might need help, so could you stop with the staring!” she stomped her hoof into the ground, her expression quickly changed from frightened pony to the strong mare she was.
The noises were swirling around his head from all three sources; the fire, Rarity and the Ponyville citizens.
“SPIKE!” she yelled once more, Sweetie Belle feared that her sister was about to wreck her vocal chords with that pitch, but she didn’t say anything and kept her mouth shut.
The final word, his name, distorted and twisted around into a thousand sounds sounding slower and slower, the voice that implicated it finally broke up his long repetitive gaze that he slapped his face violently before asking them what’s happening.
Rarity and Sweetie Belle looked at him unsurely. Before Sweetie can reply, Rarity walked up in front of him and told him that his house was on fire. Spike eyes widened, without saying a word he arched forward and ran off to save his sister. Rarity and Sweetie Belle were about to tag along and that is when the fire arose over their roof, Rarity called back for Spike but he was long gone.
Just then two Pegasus ponies flew by, carrying their large pales of water and signaled support from other fellow Pegasus ponies nearby. They told her to stay out of fire and keep on all edges of the town like everyone else.
Spike kicked a rock across the dirt ground, the dust rose up in the air before descending back down. He was agitated by what was to come pretty soon, he didn’t know when. But he knew Princess Celestia was coming, he wished she could’ve known the day after it happened instead of procrastinating. Because that didn’t get them anywhere and now the Elements of Harmony could be forever broken. That was the least of his worries though, he was more worried about his sister Twilight. Things haven’t been going there way and now the rift between them was evident.
Every pony was stating that some pony had invaded and torched the library before they captured Twilight Sparkle and retreated outside of Ponyville, but where was the reason behind it? What was the motive he questioned time and time again this past day? He sighed before walking back to Applejack’s. He decided to stay one more minute and just let his mind drift, as if that hasn’t helped the situation but maybe thinking can ease the burden. Maybe, just maybe. He didn’t want to say anything to any pony but he wondered what if there was no home-invader, no thief, and no serial killer out there except Twilight Sparkle herself. What if she caused all of this, the great fire, the death, the isolation, the running away scheme? What if she orchestrated all of this for a reason, maybe something she hasn’t told any pony. Spike tinkered with that peculiar theory but was flabbergasted by thinking something so preposterous, so unorthodox, and so hurtful that if he ever mentioned this to any pony it would bring in a wave of rejection and possibly tears.
Whatever he thought, however. Whatever he had constructed outside of his head for hours, days, weeks and months, whatever it could be. It would just be a useless attempt to try because every pony around him would think nothing more of him than just some silly dragon.