CH5.1: Spike's Reminiscence
“SPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEE”
“Twilight!........”
That was Spike's final response as he fell deeper into the void. He deeply regretted having to leave all of his friends, but it had been necessary, what she said had been too alarming, too sudden, and dangerous for him to ignore.
He felt it, he felt her power, wrapping around him, and leading him somewhere. As he relaxed and let his body ride the pathway that had been set, he thought….. thought about what he had chosen to leave behind. His home, his friends, his family........his sister. He thought about Twilight, and how she would have to live on without him. She promised to save the town for his cooperation, so he could only hope that Twi and the others were safe, safe and protected.
He chuckled a little bit, he remembered how much of a nerd she was, almost dying for him even. He remembered the first time they met, the hated outcast who wanted to leave……
..and the lonely orphan who just wanted a friend.
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He thought back to a time that he had both hated and loved, back to the time of the sad little 6 year old half dragon hybrid that had no where to go. In their town, a hybrid of any kind was both extremely rare, and extremely feared and/or disliked. It didn't just end at glares or mean words, not even at bullying or mistrust. The town hated him, and they showed it. His every action had been met with a hostile response. Helping a lady meant a robbery attempt, playing on the sidewalk meant vandalism, even talking to others had been treated as if it were a hate crime of some sort.
Eventually, he gave up on trying to be nice, and fought back. He fought back when assaulted, and committed every crime he'd been accused of. He’d had enough of this place.
One day, a group of kids came up to him and decided that they wanted him out. He didn't care he wanted to go anyway, but since they wanted to give him a goodbye present, he'd have to take it. Being half dragon meant that he had better fighting ability and endurance than even an earthen and more agility than an avian, so up against a group of them mixed, he viewed as an even match…..
He was wrong.
The adult mages must have used some spell to strengthen them, and it added up, because they soon overtook him with their combined strength. He soon found himself on the ground, bloody, taking hit after hit after hit after hit until the hits stopped coming. Looking up, he saw a small girl wearing a purple one piece slightly patched dress and sandals, she had mid-length dark purple hair with a darker purple and bright pink stripe running through it. She was standing, arms outstretched in front of him, almost as if she were….protecting him?
She was saying something, yelling maybe, but it was blurry and fading, he realized that he was losing consciousness. He managed to make out a few words however, he picked out the words ‘monster’ and ‘friend’, but before he could decipher them, the world turned black.
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Waking up an undetermined amount of time later, he felt something underneath him, something soft, something foreign, something that had no business being there. Instincts kicked in, and he jumped up off of whatever it was that was under him. Staring at it for a few seconds he mentally analyzed it. It was of rectangular shape, it had a white surface, and on it lie on a smaller, more plump looking, rectangle. Baffling the young dragon, he took a hesitant step forward to inspect it more closely, only to fall back to the ground in a crumpled heap. Groaning in pain he tried to get up until he heard small foot steps enter the room.
“Stop…..you’ll hurt yourself!” said a small shrill voice. Looking behind him he saw the same young girl from the time before he lost consciousness, but something was off. He looked at her face and saw that she held no fear, no hate or resentment. She almost looked….curious. He flinched as she suddenly took a step toward him, but not having the strength to do fight back, he offered no resistance as she helped to lift him back on to the white square.
Since she wasn't hitting him or berating him….. yet, he decided to voice his inner questions. “What is this? What am I laying on?” he asked weakly, throat dry and airy.
She looked surprised and ran off, watching her run he sighed in disappointment he actually began to think that she may actually be unafraid of him, but it seems that she was just like the rest. Being half dragon he healed very quickly so he decided to just lie there and wait, he would leave when he was well enough. Just as mental silence began to set his head he heard her return.
She came back into the room holding a small glass with both hands, filled with a clear liquid. “Water?” he thought. She handed it to him, and he hesitantly took it into his sharp nailed hands.
“Drink that, my books say that the injured must stay hydrated in order to heal quickly,” she said, sounding rather proud of herself for being able to put what she learned to use. Staring suspiciously at the water for a few seconds, he proceeded to down it in less than two seconds. Looking over to the purple head he noticed that she was staring at him rather intently, it was kind of unnerving. He held the glass back out, “More,” he demanded.
The girl flinched slightly at his tone, she quickly recovered, she narrowed her eyes and puffed out her cheeks in defiance. “Say please!” she demanded back.
He could only give her a questioning glance “What?” he asked.
“My books said that we should always say please when asking for something we want,” she replied, cheeks still puffed out.
He lie there, for several seconds, contemplating the words meaning, he had never heard it before so he could only take the strange girl’s word for it. Finally he relented and replied. “Please…...can I have some more,” he asked only for the world to feel weird falling out of his mouth, never having said it before.
Her cheeks stopped puffing as she nodded and took the glass back to wherever she got the liquid from. While she was gone, he decided to try and figure out where he was. Looking around he saw the wooden ceiling, wooden walls, wooden doom, there appeared to be a lot of wood, everything looking almost makeshift. “Jeez did they make this place themselves?” he thought. He realized that he still didn't know what he was laying on, and since his throat wasn't as dry anymore he could voice his thoughts better.
Eventually she returned and handed him the water, before drinking it he spoke out. “What am I laying on?” he questioned.
He got no response as she began to puff her cheeks out once more, a sign that he was beginning to realize, meant that he'd done something wrong. Rolling his slitted emerald eyes he asked “What now?”
“My books say that you always say thank you when receiving something, its only nice,” she lectured.
Once again the world sounded foreign to his ears as well as the sound of hit exiting his mouth. Skipping contemplation he just went ahead and said it. “Thank you…”
A smile replacing her puffs, the girl finally answered his question. “Your welcome, and its called a bed.” He suddenly got the feeling that he shouldn't have asked as the girl in front of him cleared her throat, though he couldn't figure out why…
“A bed is a piece of furniture used as a place to sleep or relax. Most modern beds consist of a soft mattress on a bed frame, I had to make due with a mattress that we found on the road, we cleaned it and now its my bed. With the mattress resting either on a solid base, often wooden slats, or a sprung base, we made a box that the mattress sits in. Most beds have a headboard for resting against, with others also having side rails and foot-boards, but I have neither because we couldn't find the right wood for it.” She gestured toward the soft white rectangle under his head. For greater head support, most people use a pillow, placed on the top of a mattress. Also used is some form of covering blanket to insulate the sleeper, often bed sheets, a quilt, or a duvet, collectively referred to as bedding. I haven't found enough fabric to make covers yet, but I will. Bedding is the removable non-furniture portion of a sleeping environment. A bed can be thought of as a body and the bedding its clothing,” She finished, taking in a long breath.
He figured out why….
It sounded to him that she had just read that straight out of a book, but all the books lie closed in clumps around the room. Either way the only thing he could catch from that was the first sentence explaining that a bed was a mattress meant for relaxation. He also noticed a lot of ‘we’s and ‘I’s but since he hadn't seen anyone else yet, he decided to factor that away for later. Taking that he nodded dumbly and drank his water.
A veil of silence few over the two for a time while he drank his water and she studied him with her eyes. She had a weird look on her face, as if she were pondering the mysteries of the world. He tried to ignore it as best she could, but after a time he snapped.
“Will you stop staring at me!” He all but yelled in frustration. She flinched greatly and threw her gaze toward the floor in embarrassment.
“Sorry!” she quickly apologized. “I’ve been told that I get that way when I find something interesting, and I've never seen a halfling in person before.” She looked up and he could swear that her eyes were literally sparkling. “I’ve read about them though, in my books,” she said as she ran over and grabbed a beat up old tome, looking over, he saw that her other books were equally or worsly beat up, as if she got them from a dump. “You look a little different from how they describe them but you match well enough. Oh my name’s, Twilight Sparkle by the way.” She finished as if introductions were no big deal.
“I'm no test subject to be experimented on!” he yelled aggressively leaning up from his position on his back. Holding up her book defensively she quickly replied.
“NO! No, I just wanted to ask you some questions, to see if what the book says is outdated,” she said with pleading and sorrowful eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and replied “Well I can't help you, I don't know anymore about myself than that book does.” His eyes traveled downward as he adopted a downtrodden almost sad expression. “In fact, that book might know more about me than I do.” Looking over at his arm he noted that most of the scars and cuts had begun to heal. “Looks like she was right about the water, either that or I've been asleep longer than I thought” looking up he saw the girl named Twilight try to wipe her watering eyes.
“Are you…..crying?” he asked surprisingly.
In response, she held the book up to him and demanded that he read it. “You need to know more about yourself,” she explained.
He looked at the girl in disbelief, then at the book, then back at her. “Didn't you say that this book was outdated?”
She held out the book so that it pressed against his small snout. “Doesn't matter, knowledge is knowledge so read,” she demanded, beginning to get her now trademarked puffy cheeks.
Knowing that their was no possible way out of this he grabbed the book and opened to the first page. After 5 minutes he sighed and figured that he'd have to admit it at some point. “I don’t know how to read…” he admitted with shame.
“I know” Twilight said nonchalantly
“How did you know?” he asked incredulously
“I watched your eyes, you just sat there for five minutes staring at random points on the page. I figured it out pretty quickly.
“Oh”
Silence reigned once again and he stared out in shame and she watched him with interest. Finally Twilight spoke up. “I could teach you to read….. if you want,” she said shyly.
Never having asked for help, he just sat there in further silence, not having any idea of what to say or even how to go about beginning. Twilight noticed this and began first. “Do you remember what I told you when you ask for something?”
Still feeling slightly weird he decided to say it anyway, he looked over at her with a face of annoyance. “Please?”
Seeing his face Twilight smiled brightly and took the book in her hands. Over the next few hours she would teach him the basics of linguistics that she herself learned through self teaching and constant observation of others. It wasn't perfect, but it worked well enough for the both of them.
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Eventually, Twilight closed the book after reading most of it to him as part of her teaching. She had never taught anyone anything so she appeared to be really happy her accomplishment. Looking over his arm he noticed that all of his wounds were healed and he could feel his bones fully mended, overall he felt great mentally and physically. He quickly jumped to his feet, surprising Twilight. Standing up he realized that they were about the same height at little over 3 feet. Before he could stop it a question popped out of his mouth.
“How old are you?” this seemed to take Twilight by surprise, but to his own surprise she answered without hesitation.
“I just turned 8 about a month ago.” she answered with a touch of curiosity in her voice.
This information really surprised him, but it would explain why she had that kind of commanding effect on him, making him say please and thank you like that. Seeing her curious expression he decided to answer what he knew she was thinking, even though he knew where it would lead. “I'm only 6 if you must know…”
This threw a huge grin on the girls face, just like he suspected it would. “That means that i'm older than you by almost two years” she said proudly.
"Dragon's age slower than you humans. Even a half dragon like myself has the maturity of a 13 year old."
"Girls mature faster than guys in any species. So there!"
Rolling his eyes he started for the door. “Thanks-” there's that word again, it felt slightly less weird every time he said it “-for the help and teaching me to read but its time for me to go now.”
“Go? Go where?” she asked curiously.
“I'm leaving this town, there's no place for me here” he said in complete contempt. Twilight just stood and stared at him, her eyes almost begging him to stay as she held the book close to her chest. Ignoring it he opened the door to leave but before he could actually exit he felt his shirt being pulled.
“WAIT-I mean uh don’t go, you didn't even tell me your name….” she stammered out. trying hard to keep him here.
That's it, he had had enough. “CUT THE CRAP” He yelled, knocking her arm off and turning back to her. Seeing her stunned face he continued “I don't have a name, I'm just a beast and a monster. That’s all they've ever called me so that's what I am! I don’t know why you've taken care of me, or what you really want, but I don't care. I'm leaving town, no one wants me here and I don’t want to stay.” he said in a more calm but threatening voice.
The girl just stood there in silence. Not even waiting for her to speak, he ran out the door and into the night.
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Running back to his hideout, he grabbed all the things he needed for his trip. He didn't know where he would go, and he didn't know how far, so he just decided to pack everything he had in a backpack that he ‘found’. Every stolen, borrowed, or foraged item. His thoughts kept going back to the strange girl that miraculously didn't hate or fear him, he couldn't figure out why, she said it was curiosity but he didn't believe it. He knew that she had some other motive, but he didn't know what, all he knew was that she appeared to be kind, a little strange, cute when puffed, and lonely……
Very lonely.
He stopped on this, and thought back to the house he had just left behind. It was a one story wide with what appeared to be at least 2 bedrooms with 2 bathrooms and a kitchen. Then it hit him: Where was her family? She couldn't live alone, she wouldn't be able to afford that kind of place by herself. Making the excuse that they must have been out at the time he continued to pack and plan.
Eventually, he decided that he had enough stuff inside his stolen backpack. Leaving his hideout he went out toward the edge of town ready to leave. He found himself rooted to the edge of the city, however, his thoughts stuck on the orphan girl in the big house. Figuring that he wouldn't be able to leave he decided that he should at least back and use that word she taught him one more time, at least for teaching him to read. That's when he smelt it: burning wood. He quickly did a 180 and stared out at the town. Fire. There had been a fire going on near the edge of the town. Quickly realizing that that's where he ran from he made the connection that it was Twilight's house, dropping his things, he ran toward it without a second thought.
“TWILIGHT!!”
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Got to admit LOVED the flashback chapter. And not just because it had Spike in it, but because it really helped fill out your Spike and Twilight more. It made me feel more for then and want to watch their life. I want to know what happens next,get a taste for how does Spike feel for Twi (whether he does see her as a sister, or maybe more but just let their relationship stay like that out of fear of losing her) You also have alot of room to go back and do Flashback on how the two of them met the other girls if you ever decide to. Anyway this was a great chapter to help me feel for them even tho it made me even more want to see your Spike show up in present time.
Huh, looks like Spike has experience a lot of darkness in his childhood and is a fighter when he wants to be. It does make more sense for him not be afraid of the Darkness. It also looks like that he met someone who promised him to bring his world back. At least make him suspisious of the person and not blandly follow orders.
Whoa, that's surprising!