Encounter
~~Present Day~~
Spike sat up, staring around his cave, looking at the blandness of the stone walls. He had moved in three months ago, so why hasn’t he made it feel more like a home? Spike levitated a few rocks, spinning them in the air to amuse himself.
Magic, a wonderful thing that came with his second growth spurt, along with his wings. He had discovered it in the kitchen, while trying to reach the bowl of gems up in the kitchen cupboard. Unable to reach them, even with his growth spurt, he cursed Twilight for limiting access to his favorite snack.
Still thinking about the gems, spike imagined them in his claws, ready to be crushed by his powerful jaws. Unbeknownst to him, the gems were sliding out of the cupboard, encased in a aurora of cold, emerald flames. He kept up the image in his head, but pushed it aside after a moment of self-loathing.
As he started to walk away, the bowl, heavily laden with gems, fell from his magical grip, landing dead center on his head and nearly knocking him unconscious. Those gems fell from a good 5 feet, and the shear blunt force sent him reeling in pain to the floor. Standing up, he realized what he had done after a moment of pondering, and proceeded to return the gems the way they came down.
Spike kept the incident under wraps, hoping that twilight wouldn’t find out about his newfound magic. Twilight. He knew what she would have done to him had she found out. Extensive tests, invasive studies, intense training... needles!! He dared not imagine what other emotionally scarring things Twilight might do to him if he revealed his secret, so he hid it from virtually everyone for his own well-being.
Since Spike left Twilight, he was able to use his magic freely, and soon discovered just what his magic was. Most of it was similar to unicorn magic, with the difference being that most of it was based on the use of fire. He even found that he could use the same method of sending letters to Celestia to teleport himself to virtually anywhere, though he mostly just used it to escape sight of the other dragons at the nearby volcano and to reach his grape patch in the woods just East of his home.
Along with his growth spurt the was the maturing of his own mind. Aside from being a tad more mentally inclined, it also gave his control over his emotions, and a way to control his greed induced growth at will. Still scarred from the greed growth he had experienced in his younger years, Spike found it to be a blessing that he wouldn't have to go through it again..
Spike continued to twirl the stones in the air, thinking about what he should do. Spike walked out of his sleeping area and into the main cavern. The cave was large, and had 5 other smaller caves branching off of the first. He looked at the cave entrance, light flooding in and over his emerald scales. He looked around the empty room, then, with a sudden burst of motivation, set to work on renovating the entire cave system into a type of underground home. He knew it would take a long to time to finish, but was prepared to work until the end if it meant he could live in a place that was a tad more homely. Spike walked back into his room, grabbed a few rubies to snack on, and went to work.
~~Six Months Pass~~
Early morning. A time that spike had begun to despise since summer came around. Spike sat in bed, limbs splayed across the sheets in a way that looked rather uncomfortable. He sat up, looking again at the wonders he worked on the cave. With the addition of actual doors, and an entrance to the outside world that firmly closed to keep the smaller creatures out, and the use of the stream to help with indoor plumbing, he had managed to make what once was a cave into a grand, underground home that would compete with even Celestia’s living quarters.
With the mineshaft he dug out to acquire marble, precious metals, and even gemstones, Spike was able to fashion everything he could need in a home, from a bed and shower, to elegant plates and silverware to accommodate his recently finished kitchen. He had everything he could need, and was once able to trade with a traveling salespony to get some blankets for his bed and those in the spare room. Why he had a spare room his did not know, but he needed to do something with the area, and already had a room dedicated to valuables and keepsakes.
At least, he bought them from him after chasing him a half mile and getting him to calm down. The color from the stallion’s coat drained when he first spotted Spike. Spike was forced to give chase just to be able to talk to the frightened mess, taking nearly ten minutes just to convince him he wasn’t going to eat him.
After taking the pony back to his home, and showing him around a bit, he was able to befriend him. They shared a slightly tension-filled meal that consisted of wild grapes and a few vegetables he found growing around in the nearby forest. The pony was confused at the lack of meat on Spike’s plate until he told him out his dietary habits, and how he had tried meat before, but found it unappealing and rather repulsive, and preferred gemstones far more than fruits and vegetables. After trading a few gems for the spare blankets the pony had with him, the merchant was back on his way to Equestria from his expedition in the Badlands.
Spike went into the kitchen and set about preparing breakfast, lighting the torches as he strode through the halls. A plateful worth of gems ranging from topaz to emeralds and a few grapes from that nearby vine in the forest made up his immanent meal. His stomach rumbled, telling him to hurry up with the food.
Spike decided it would be best not to argue with his belly, and pulled up a seat at his dinner table. He took a bite of a ruby, savoring the flavor for as long as he could before sinking his teeth into another. Rubies and emeralds, his two favorite gems, though sapphires fought with emeralds for second place.
Twilight would never give him enough gems to sate his appetite, saying that they contributed to the little amount of fat that was on his body. He always wanted to tell her that what she clearly didn’t know what she was talking about, but the last time he tried to convince her, she sealed his mouth shut for almost three hours because he was a apparently “distracting her from her studies with unsupported claims and nonsense”.
Hypocrite...
Spike continued to eat his meal, wondering how the girls were fairing back home. Sure, he sent Celestia a letter every few months, but she rarely referenced the mane six when she replied back. most of the times it was just her saying it was good to hear that he was doing well on his own.
Maybe I should send a letter to see how they are actually holding up...
He tossed the last sapphire up in the air before chomping down on it with an audible crunch. Spike took the bowl back into the kitchen and set it back up on its shelf. He really didn't have a need to clean his dishes when he only had gems on it... Crap, he had some grapes too. Spike looked back in the bowl, and found a smudge of purple near the bottom, its very presence openly mocking him.
He frowned at the inconvenience, hoping that the gaze of a mighty drake might make the mark retreat into nothingness. When it didn't work, he took a quick glance around the room, as if checking for witnesses, then blew a gout of flame into the bowl. looking at the now clean dish, spike gave a small grin and patted himself on the back for thinking up a quick solution to his problem.
Spike turned away from the counter and made his way towards the main room. It was only about two in the afternoon, so he had some time to go for a quick flight over the forest. spike made his way outside, the warm sun washing over his buffered scales and sharpened spines.
Why Spike took to such meticulous extents to better his appearance he didn't really know. Most of the time he did it just to preoccupy himself and to see just how 'good' he could get himself to look. Each week he took about a day to just polish his scales and sharpen his spines to the point of perfection, even though it didn't really matter. No one was ever around to see him, and he practically closed himself off from other sentient creatures for the most part.
Spike took a brief walk and surveyed his surroundings. Thankfully there was very little wind today, making for an easy sail to the ocean and back, and hopefully it would only take a few hours this time. Last time spike made his trip, he was caught in the middle of a thunderstorm that came out of nowhere, and it ended with him crashing into the ground not but a mile from his home.
Spike lowered himself to the ground, and with a push and a flap of his wings, he took off towards the sky. He was glad to be going for the trip again, seeing as his wing had only healed a week before, and his accident had grounded him for almost a month.
Spike took it upon himself to make it to the shore in only an hour, attempting to double his pace to make cover the necessary ground, but sadly, things didn't go as planned. Not but not ten minute into the flight, as he was admiring the view of the forest, Spike was blindsided, the impact forcing him towards the ground. Catching himself, Spike landed in the dense forest to take shelter.
Turning his head, Spike saw his assailant; a slender drake with dark green scales and a white underbelly, and a massive pair of wings adorning his back, almost looking uncomfortable and clumsy. What he saw wasn't a friendly sight, for the other drake had a sadistic smile splayed across his maw.
"About time I caught the little spy, and now you're gonna get what's coming for you for spying on us!" The confidence with which he spoke would have made many second guess their chances, but Spike merely shook his head and walked forward, eliciting a growl from the slightly older drake.
"So why exactly have you interrupted my flight? I have schedule to keep and would much rather not have to deal with this today." Spike watched as the larger drake furrowed his brow and huffed, releasing a small wisps of smoke into the air.
"Don't act like you don't know what you're doing. We've seen you guys watching us from the trees more than once, and when we would try to confront you, you would disappear without a trace! Sounds like everything a spy would do... Watching us to try to learn where we store our hoards so you can steal them while we are away! Well it won't work!" The drake had worked himself up over his own speech, becoming even angrier the longer he spoke.
"So you don't even want to try and talk this out, especially seeing as I wasn't spying on you? Geez, I was just watching you guys, it gets boring out here some days. But still, figures, you Badland dragons are all the same... so, it's a fight you want?..." spike's eyes began to glow with emerald flames, claws in tandem with his eyes.
"Board my tail! And you think you can scare me with some glowing eyes and claws? Just for that I'm goi--Ahk!!!" The drake couldn't even finish his sentence before Spike had made his move. His leg, encased in an emerald glow, was bent in ways that could give a foal nightmares for years. Spike held an un-breaking poker face as he did the deed. Having had to deal with them for so long, his usual morals and attitude towards other creatures, no matter what race, fell short for the dragons here.
Approaching the suffering creature before him, Spike spoke. "And now you see the end result of your misdirected anger. You know, I grew up in place that was just filled with sunshine and rainbow colored ponies, where friendship could conquer anything that stood in your path. But that was before, and being alone for over a year and a half seems to change you when you live in a place with nothing but rocks, mountains, and moronic dragons for miles around."
Now filled with terror, the drake tried to scamper away, only to be held by spikes telekinetic grip once more. "P-Please.. just l-let me leave.." He half whimpered, attempting to talk it out with the beast that now loomed over him.
"Hm.. now don't those words sound ever so familiar? Oh yea, they do. I gave you the opportunity to leave, or at least talk about what was going on, but nooo... A certain drake just has to be all macho for Celestia knows why... Well, since I have your attention, take my words to heart this time. Leave. Me. Alone. It's that simple. Now go, and if any of your friends ask, tell them you flew into a mountain or some other idiotic mishap. Wouldn't want any of them ending up like you, now would we? I can't say that I would like to have to repeat this incident again, because I honestly would rather avoid fighting." Spike turned around, walking away from the drake writhing in pain, not looking back as he took off once more to finish his flight, leaving the crippled drake in the forest.
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Ok, I got this one out as fast as I could. I didn't have much time to work on this chapter, but the next chapter will have little plot filler, which means it will be more straightforward with events. No jumping back and forth between ideas and stuff like that. Also, please report any grammar problems. I miss things from time to time, so just tell me so I can fix them.
will have the next chapter out sometime this week.
Looks like Spike can hold his own in a fight. That will probably come in handy later.
Even I feel bad for Spike, given what's going to happen next chapter...
I always love Spike being a badass... but he could've at least attempted to say that he wasn't a spy, just a lone dragon trying to live his own life...
as for grammar: "an easy sail to ocean and back," was the only mistake I saw
5410806 if I could make a guess: the clan that assumed he was spying on him, attacked him because he didn't make it clear (or even at all) that he wasn't a spy
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Grammar is mostly fine, though you frequently forget to spell Spike's name with a capital letter.
Can't wait to see what's next though.
I've never been sure about spikes name as to whether capitalize it or not. And the fic is a tad more reliant that other Badland dragons are more impulsive and irrational than on the actual show. It's just how they are. :/
5410959 yea... I think I'm going to revise that section so that it's more realistic. It was late when I typed that and it even seems lacking to me. Outcome will stay the same. Just like a sentence added for spikes dialog.. I honestly just wanted to be done with the main plot setup and get onto the better parts that will be in the next chapter. And thanks for pointing out that error. I was expecting to see someone post something about like ten errors...
5411590 yeah, realistic dialogue is pretty hard to write when you're rushing through it... I would've had Spike explain the situation, that their "teritory" was just in his way, and then after the guy tries to attack him, go all out and say that even if he was a spy, he wouldn't even bother with those losers and their "pitiful excuse for a hoard"... and that error was just the only one I saw, because I wasn't looking for any
PS you know that you can put author's notes in the chapters now: you don't have to put it in a comment
5411634 yea, I added an author's note, but the how spike dealt with the dragon is key to what happens next. It all has a purpose. Oh, and I added a little bit to it, and fixed like 10 errors I found while re-reading it. Capitalization, the occasional wrong word, and editing to make sure I didn't overuse certain words. and geez, I'm not going for 'complete badass' spike, just 'Really doesn't take crap from people, but is still a kind person at heart' spike. sorry if that is how he is coming off. I'll add dialogue at the beginning of next chapter to ease up on that view.
And I'm still contemplating whether to include a certain event in the distant future... should there be a war in the future? Could add a lot of content, but really change the end outcome of the story.
5412126 I figured as much, and aw... I like badass Spike...
but as for the future, it's your story; as long as you can make it all work
This is supposed to be the first fic where the spotlight is on spike, and he actually has kids with a dragoness. The reason why I started this is because I was angry that no one has truly written about it. Something I am still confused about. Seriously? Why has no one tried this?? Any stories that were headed in this direction have been either abandoned or had some crazy turn of events that led away from it.
5412540 Goes from distant spike to all warm and fuzzy in like 3 chapters. And if there is a war, then it could go to badass spike. I will be attempting to play with your heart strings in the near future, so be prepared!!!
More please
About a third done with the next chapter. Hoping to get it out by the end of the day as a 'Jinglemas' present to the lot of you who are following this story. 1.2k words as of right now, and I'm aiming for 3-4k words for this chapter, and I've only had like and hour and a half to type. I'm sure that you will like what happens in the next chapter.
Yea I couldn't get it done in time, but it will be up tonight.
Ohh, that was impressive. I like seeing a hardened Spike who doesn't need to take crap from anyone. As long as he stays reasonable about it.
This is really good, but needs editing.
Still thinking about the gems, spike imagined them in his claws, ready to be crushed by his powerful jaws. Unbeknownst to him, the gems were sliding out of the cupboard, encased in a aurora of cold, emerald flames. He kept up the image in his head, but pushed it aside after a moment of self-loathing.
As he started to walk away, the bowl, heavily laden with gems, fell from his magical grip, landing dead center on his head and nearly knocking him unconscious. Those gems fell from a good 5 feet, and the shear blunt force sent him reeling in pain to the floor. Standing up, he realized what he had done after a moment of pondering, and proceeded to return the gems the way they came down.
"HOW THE FUCK DIDN'T I GET THIS SHOUT IN SKYRIM!?!?"
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How ironic