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Whispers of Instinct - New Lunar Principality



spike ponyville's residential baby dragon must face and answer the whispers in his head that speak of his true destiny

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Nightmare (edited)

Author's Note:

Edited by: scalor barracuda cyborg

So please leave some constuctive criticism please

As spike hid his journal behind the dresser in his room. ever since twilight had moved into the castle of friendship he had for the first time in his life he had finally gotten his own room it was a modest room it only had dresser a bed and a desk it was about the same size of twilight's old room at golden oaks he was so happy when he moved in but the happiness soon faded thanks to the whispers he was so tired after helping the CMC write those short stories it was exhausting he didn't know why but he had trouble concentrating when he was around them his eye's would travel up and down there bodies almost always coming to their blank flanks he didn't know why he kept doing this he wondered if the whispers had something to do with it he would have to write it down in his next entry along with his other observations

he had also noticed how he was becoming more irritable when pinkie and rainbow had pranked him by replacing the ink he had bought to help the CMC with blackberry syrup while they were laughing he had already prepared to set fire to rainbows tail. before realizing what he was about to do and had snorted out as a puff of smoke and glared out them still pretty angry and those whispers certainly didn't help. But that could wait until tomorrow right now he was tired he crawled into his bed he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.


(SPIKES DREAM)

Spike found himself floating in what felt like water, but he could breathe just fine he opened his eyes he saw a sky it was white that faded to several shades of grey in several places he realized he was drifting down to something he rolled over and saw Ponyville but it looked different the castle of friendship was nowhere to be seen and everything looked run down he noticed he was heading to one place all to familiar; golden oaks. As he got closer he noticed that the top of it was completely destroyed leaving only the base floor and the wall's as he floated down to the library he heard it the whispers except now they were words he could hear words now in that hushed distorted voice

"Tired…" as he got closer he also saw sort of black mass in the center

"tired....tired of being their slave" as he got closer he could make out its shape it was hunched over he could tell it bipedal by its bended legs, he got close enough that he could make out spines as black as its body running down its body to its long and slender draconic tail ending with in a spade he figured out this the thing was making the whispers

"What is this thing talking about tired of being slave is this thing trying to ask for my help or something?"

"Must claim and protect mates."

"What!?!."

He was now inside the library looking straight at the creature haunting his dream he took a few brave steps closer to what he's now identified as a dragon but there was something off with it. Its scales didn't look like scales whatever covered its body it looked like to be made of the blackest of inks they looked smooth he didn't know where the it began and ended even its spines looked to be same except the edges seemed to gleam purple in a unseen light. There where these white glowing lines traveling up its arms and legs. its back was too spike surrounded by the ruined remains of books some looked burned others looked shredded all the while it kept whispering

"Must claim…"

"Must have revenge…"

"Must break free…"

"Are you ok?" Spike asked the dragon after swallowing a lump in his throat, "Who are you?"

The dragon slowly turned its head revealing it sterile white glowing eyes with two more of those glowing lines traveling up its cheeks threw it eyes and up to past its brow it opened its mouth revealing its black teeth and its glowing white mouth

"You…"

"What?"

"YOU" it said again it's hush and distorted voice becoming loud and angrier in swift movement it went from its crouched position to standing on all fours its maw mere inches away from spikes face. It studied the much smaller dragon until it met spikes eyes suddenly it spoke again its voice becoming a sweet happy tone one a parent would use when talking with its child "I am you.... and you.... are me".

Spike awoke from his slumber screaming at top his lungs fire spewing from his mouth scorching the crystal ceiling not even noticing his flame's color had changed; from its usual emerald to a now dark purple flame.