Words Unspoken

by wille179


Slain

Spike to Twilight Sparkle:

I did what I could to hold them off. Your number one asistant, to the rescue! *Snort* Goodby, Mom. I'll miss you.


He spun, sawing dozens of invaders in half with his tail's namesake spikes and fanning the inferno that he had spewed forth an instant before. They just kept coming; dozens upon dozens of them seemed to pop up every time the adolescent dragon cut down one.

Yet despite the odds, he held the gap. None of them had managed to pass him on the narrow cliff face, giving his friends the time they needed to escape.

Despite his best efforts, he was wearing thin. Low on fire magic, low on stamina, and low on blood, Spike was fading fast, and the enemy still came just as fast as before. He tried to dodge an incoming attack, but he was too slow to avoid the kiss of cold steel. In that moment, he knew he was done.

With one last gasp of breath, he gathered up the last of his magic and the last of his diminishing life-force, and in an eruption of plasma far hotter than the surface of the sun, he died, chasing thousands of invaders to the grave.