An Unexpected Turn of Events
Spike, Lyvia and Sweetiebelle all carried their luggage onto the train as it arrived. Lyvia and Spike were leading while Sweetiebelle was tagging behind a little; her bags were heavy even though Spike was carrying one for her.
They boarded the train and the conductor closed the doors, but something was wrong, it was too quiet, Lyvia could only here the footsteps of two people... and Spike was right next to her. She turned around to see a sight she that shocked even her.
Sweetiebelle had not boarded the train. She hadn’t gotten on because there were about three people, all in cloaks, restraining her. One person had their hand over her mouth and a knife at her throat. The other two people had restrained her hands so she couldn’t go anywhere.
“SWEETIEBELLE!!!” Lyvia yelled, she was about to run off the train when the conductor, oblivious to the kidnapping, closed the door, blocking her from interfering.
Spike turned around as soon as she heard Lyvia yell his eyes widened as he saw what was happening and what happened next.
“LET HER GO... LET SWEETIEBELLE GO!!!” he shouted out loudly, furious by what he was seeing.
One of the cloaked figures put their hands in their pocket and pulled something out. It was round but Spike and Lyvia were unsure as to what it was. Suddenly, the figure threw the object onto the ground, which caused a large, blinding cloud of smoke; it was a smoke bomb.
When the smoke cleared they were gone, and they had taken Sweetiebelle with them, her luggage remained on the station platform as the train began to move.
Feeling helpless and guilty, Spike sat down in a seat and covered his face in his hands; he was disgraced. He had just let the sweetest thing that ever happened to him get kidnapped. He felt empty and hopeless, he blamed himself for what he just witnessed, if only he had noticed that something was wrong then he would’ve been able to save her.
Through all the anger, guilt and sorrow that he was feeling, he began to weep, as tears slowly dripped from his eyes down his cheeks and onto the carpet floor. Sweetiebelle was gone, and there was nothing that he could do about it, he had no idea where they went and no idea how to find them, his dearest girlfriend had been stolen from him, and he was powerless to stop it. Spike felt crushed, his dragon nature couldn’t handle separation like this, dragons were loyal, and he felt as though he just gave up on her.
Feeling sorry for the weeping dragon, Lyvia walked up to him to comfort him; she felt as though it was her fault too.
Lyvia Sounds was a fourteen-year-old Earth-Pony from Fillydelfia with cream coloured fur and short, blonde hair that ended with a long ponytail. She had deep-blue eyes and naturally tinted lips. She wore a red, hooded, un-zipped jumper with her hood down and her white, buttoned-up shirt exposed. She had a brown, leather belt and light blue jeans. On her feet she was wearing black, steel-capped boots that she used to inflict pain upon those she didn’t like.
She went over to Spike and sat next to him, rubbed his back and gave him a soft smile. “Spike, we’ll find her as soon as we get off the train.” she spoke softly and smoothly, “I promise that myself.” She comforted him, this was unusual because to be comforting, was not a trait known for her.
“Really? Do you really promise that we’ll find her as soon as possible?” Spike asked uncertaintly with a slight tremor in his voice, he was sceptical about her since she had betrayed and tricked him and Sweetiebelle all too many times.
Lyvia nodded, “Yes, I would find her myself if I had too.” she replied, and pat his shoulder.
Spike was a fourteen-year-old Dragon who grew up in Canterlot with Twilight but then they later moved to Ponyville on Princess Celestia’s orders. It was in Ponyville that he met his friends, Sweetiebelle, Scootaloo and Applebloom. 6 years after that, both him and Sweetiebelle were sent to a private school in Canterlot called Canterlot School for Equestria’s Gifted which they had only just been expelled from after only attending the school for four days. While in his time at the school he had made two new friends, Lil’ Dew, who had not been expelled, and Lyvia Sounds, who had been expelled for getting into an abundance of fights.
Spike and Sweetiebelle had been expelled from the school for breaking two rules. Both of these were seen as a serious offence in the Headmaster’s eyes; the rules broken were that Sweetiebelle and Spike had been in a relationship with each other and that the two had skipped classes that day. Little did the headmaster know that they skipped class because they had to comfort Lil’ Dew after they thought she had killed a senior; luckily he survived.
Spike had emerald green eyes, same as Sweetiebelle, purple scales and green spike along his back and head. He had fanged teeth and the ability to breath fire; which he abused a few times. He was wearing blue jeans, a white polo and a black, hooded jacket with his hood down.
He continued to sit on the train, with Lyvia trying to comfort him. More tears dripped from his eyes as he kept remembering the fear in Sweetiebelle’s eyes as she was abruptly taken away. He wish he could have done something, he wish he acted faster then he did, maybe he would have been able to save her. If he had been beside her inside of in front of her, than she would still be with him; going back to Ponyville.
“She’s gone...” Spike began to say, “and it’s all my fault.”
“No it’s not Spike, its not your fault; there was nothing you could do.” she sighed, “If anything, it was my fault, I froze up when I saw it.... I was weak...”
“She’s my girlfriend, and I’m a dragon, I have a duty to keep her safe no matter what... you just... don’t understand!” Spike rebutted. “You’re not a dragon, Lyvia... you don’t carry the burden that I do...”
This whole event had hit Spike rather hard, since he was dragon he was naturally loyal and protective over whom he loved and served. Not only that, dragons were also inherently greedy so if they loved someone and were with who they loved, they would never want them to leave; if they did, it would damage them psychologically. Spike was trying to fight these natures away as they caused a constant stream of guilt, hatred, anger and sadness; all of which, were emotions that Spike loathed to feel.
However, doing this proved to be nearly impossible because nobody could completely bury their emotions, especially if they’re as strong as they were with Spike. So he just eventually collapsed into tears; losing someone precious was too much for him.
“Spike, I may not know how you feel, but if you want to save her, you need to be strong. You are a dragon, dragons are strong... and Sweetiebelle needs you to be.” Lyvia explained softly and she stood up in front of him.
“How? How can I be strong after just letting her go?”
“God dammit Spike get a hold of yourself!” she yelled, “ You’re a dragon, you are supposed to be strong. So be strong! I don’t care how you do it, but get over these petty feelings and do what you need to do, because I’m not helping someone who can’t help themselves!”
These words echoed throughout his head. She was right; he was weak. He had let his emotions take control of him; he had let his grief for the loss of Sweetiebelle get the better of him. But how could he just ‘get over it’? It wasn’t as easy as it seemed, Lyvia was tough, she had learned to abandon her emotions when she needed to, she was accustomed to it; and he wasn’t. Yet, he supposed he needed to at least act strong; he only needed to bury his feeling a little bit, right?
Spike sighed and stood up, he wanted to rescue her, and he needed to be strong for that. He was determined to not fail his girlfriend and he never would. He would never go back on his word.
“Alright, I’ll do it for her... I’ll be strong. I’ll do what I need to.” he said confidently, although still feeling guilty.
“Good, now all we have to do is wait until we get off.” she finished.
The two sat down again, they were the only ones on the train and so they only had each other for comfort, although, they didn’t talk. They were still shocked as to what had happened with Sweetiebelle and Spike kept going over in his head how he would break the news to Rarity.
How would she take the news though, well, Spike knew that she would be angry but he didn’t know what she would do? Rarity was slightly unpredictable like that, she would either just burst into tears or isolate herself until the problems over, or she would take it personally and stop at nothing to find her.
Eventually though, they arrived at Ponyville station and both Lyvia and Spike stood up.
“Lyvia, you live in Fillydelfia. Why are you getting off now?” Spike asked curiously, although he had the feeling he already knew that answer. Sweetiebelle.
“I want to find your girlfriend, Spike. Then I’ll go back.” she replied and Spike was right in his assumption. It looked like Lyvia did have a heart, even though it was probably black as night.
“So you do care? That’s not like you, Lyvia.” Spike stated, realising, after he said it, that might be slightly on the offensive side.
Lyvia shot an angered glared at him and growled slightly, “I’m insulted Spike. Of course I care for my first god damn friend!”
“Sorry...” is all he could say, he felt disappointed and this didn’t help to him feeling guilty of Sweetiebelle’s capture.
The two of them slowly walked off the train and Spike immediately saw Rarity and Princess Twilight Sparkle standing on the platform, both of them, had extremely pissed off looking faces. Spike walks up to them but Lyvia stays back, knowing that it wasn’t he place to speak to a princess.
“Rarity, Twilight, me and Sweetiebelle are very so for being expelled.” he apologised, but he didn’t know hoe to break it to them.
“Where is Sweetiebelle, Spike?” Rarity asked. The gorgeous, white unicorn mare looked around as she tried to spot her younger sister. She became a little worried when she could see her anywhere.
“She... she got... she got taken...” Spike announced, looking down and avoiding eye contact with them.
“WHAT?!” both Rarity and Twilight yelled simultaneously. Both were shocked and horrified by this statement, they could hardly believe this.
“Spike! Are sure she didn’t just run away so she would not get grounded?” Rarity asked, she was extremely worried for Sweetiebelle. She just kept thinking to herself that surely what Spike said was a lie.
“No, it’s true... Three cloaked people kidnapped Sweetiebelle at Canterlot School Station. Whether they were child or adult, Male or female is unknown. As is their location too.” Lyvia stepped forward and explained in blatant and simple terms, she spoke in a calm clear voice so all could hear and her arms were crossed; meaning that she was serious, “but I will help you get her back. I promise that.”