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Spike: The Last Draconian - Maneiac



Spike discovers who he truly is, much to the chagrin of Equestria as a whole.

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In the Days of Old: Part 1

Dameion

The afternoon bell resounded through Dameion’s ears as every draconian in the room stood up and bowed to their instructor. As they filed out of the room, a parade of five to five-and-a-half foot anthro dragons, one stayed behind and even went over to Dameion’s sleeping form. The draconian was female based on the uniform that she was wearing; which had a scarlet skirt, scarlet shirt with scarlet tie, black uniform socks and black dress shoes.

Her magenta eyes seemed to radiate mischief as she peered at the still-slumbering form of Dameion, who was dressed in the male version of her own attire. “Dameion,” she whispered into his ear, “It’s time to go now. You slept through the class again.” When she noticed how her attempts at waking him were proving to be futile, her face took on a dark scowl. She opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn from Dameion’s awakening body caused her to stop.

Rubbing both of his eyes with his claws, Dameion went immediately still as he stared slack jawed at the draconian in front of him. This is not what he expected to see after taking a beating like he did! Why was there a very attractive young draconian female in a school uniform in front of him? Dameion began looking around for Maxxis, hoping that this was still a part of the fight.

“What’re you lookin for Day-Day?” The girl asked with a genuine smile of happiness. The confused look upon Dameion’s face was very comical as he looked at the girl, who promptly began giggling at him.

“Day-Day? What am I, a pet dog or something!?” Dameion asked in an offended tone as he stood from his desk, the chair he was sitting in fell to the floor with a loud clanging noise. The girl giggled again as she looked at his face, which was now contorted in fury. Whoever this girl was, she obviously liked him somehow. The pet name was clear enough, but the general unresponsiveness to his angry outburst sealed the deal for him.


“No, silly! we’ve only been best friends since Elementary school! How could you forget your own nickname?” She asked with a smile on her face. Dameion walked over to her and promptly poked her in the gut, causing her to giggle harder than she did before. “What are you doing, Day-Day,” She asked with mirth in her eyes as she crossed her arms around her midsection, “That tickles really bad!”






“Checking to see if you’re just some type of magic. The last thing I remember was a draconian named Maxxis beating the crap out of me. Tell me girl, do you know of the one named Maxxis?” Dameion asked as he groped at his chin with a claw. The unknown girl looked taken aback at being called a girl. This did not go unnoticed by Dameion, for he looked back to her after staring off into space. “Is something awry?” He asked when her face grew serious.

“My name isn’t Girl, Dameion! It’s Artemis! Remember? I told you to call me Artie and I would call you Day-Day!” She explained with a rather adorable pout on her face. Through her pout- and weirdly not her smile- her snaggletooth poked out from her top jaw. This entranced Dameion greatly, before he realized that a true gentledrake doesn’t stare. Shaking out of his stupor, he tried to process all the information he was just given, looking for obvious blunders in this girl’s story. He still inwardly prayed that all of...this, was just part of the battle he should still be experiencing.

“I will not lie to someone so beautiful. Though it pains me to say this for some unknown reason, I must confess that your image doesn’t really bring any memories to my head. Also, I need to deduce whether I’m still myself. Do you know anything about a draconian named Maxxis, by any chance?” Dameion asked as he looked upon Artemis’s face, which was bearing a sad expression that nearly caused him to cough out of shock. Did her eye just glisten right there!?

“You’re serious,” Her voice was an amalgamation of a wail and sigh, “You honestly don’t remember me? I’m honestly hurt Day-Day.” Dameion really thought that he had damaged this girl’s heart beyond any hope of repair. Artemis sighed as she looked Dameion right in the eye, causing the latter to gulp in apprehension. What was she thinking?

“Maxxis is Solomon High’s Wrestling Captain. You should know that, considering that you’re our number one Fencer, Day-Day.” Artemis said with a shrug, her voice returning to normal. She was a sweet girl, but she seemed to be lacking in brain power. Dameion was officially lost now. This whole scenario made no sense.

With nothing better to do, Dameion put a claw back to his chin and began thinking about the recent events that transpired. “So first, I ended up fighting against another draconian named Maxxis after running into Arma. Which, amidst my blood curdling cries of anguish as the Feral beat me in, I find out is actually her brother. Although her voice was rather tomboyish, she seemed like such a nice girl. Wait...I’m getting sidetracked again. Alright, so then I guess I lost my engagement and had passed out. As shameful as that is, I guess this is the only logical explanation for all of this. This, however, doesn't explain my smaller body and new surroundings.”

“Unless...yes. Yes. It could be that while I am amongst my dreams, my mind has thrusted me into a memory of old. If this is proven true, then maybe I can milk this for all that it’s worth.” Dameion’s claw lowered as he looked at Artemis from the corner of his eyes. She eyed him sweetly, seemingly becoming more happy. He couldn’t help but smile at this, given that she looked way more...attractive? Nay, more like normal, in character even. “I guess I should begin my exploration of this...Solomon High? Given my current uniform and appearance; my guess is that this is some type of learning institution for the wealthy.”

Artemis was beginning to feel creeped out. Not only was Dameion in deep thought, but he was in deep thought while staring at her. She was sure that he’s doing it unbeknownst to himself, but to be...analyzed, like this is completely weird. She lifted her right leg and used its shoe to scratch the back of her left leg, which had developed a nervous itch. “Are you quite finished, Day-Day?” She asked sheepishly. Dameion’s eyes widened before he shook his head, mentally berating himself for staring again. “If you want to talk to Max, then I can lead you to the Gymnasium on the first floor.” Artemis said with another smile like the one she used when he first awoke.

Dameion was apprehensive at first, still trying to piece some things together as he agreed. With a nod of his head, the pair of draconians stepped out into the hallway of Solomon High.

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As the pair walked the many winding and perplexing corridors of the High School, Dameion couldn’t help but gawk in awe at the sheer brilliance of the institution. Almost all the furniture was victorian. From the handles to the doors that they attached themselves to. First place trophies were everywhere behind crystal cases, making the halls have an even more robust and champion-like feel. Red carpet outlined in diamonds, was the norm in every hallway. Chandeliers made from the purest diamond and platinum shone bright like supernovas, illuminating every crack and crevice. Paintings of various Nobles and Kings, as well as some Queens, adorned every wall. The windows were even made from crystal instead of glass.

Dameion and Artemis walked in relative silence on their way to the gymnasium. Artemis appeared to be a very popular individual amongst her peers, for not once did a single draconian ignore her presence as she walked the hallways. They always gave small greetings as she passed them; but there was something in their eyes that Dameion couldn’t stomach. That feeling was greed. They looked upon Artemis as if she was nothing more than a material possession, serving no other purpose than to sit on a wall and collect dust. That put Dameion from his neutral mood into a more sour one.

They descended a flight of brilliant marble steps as they neared two large white doors. The white doors had the tell-tale narrow panels of diamond-lined glass that all gyms had. What really confirmed their arrival though, was the sound of a whistle being blown casually.

Dameion pushed open the doors and was instantly greeted with the smell of perspiration and gym socks. It took everything in his power not to empty his stomach onto the floor beneath him. Such acts would be very uncouth and plain revolting after all; which would never sit right with him. Recovering from his retching, Dameion eyed the pungent gym with an analytical eye, searching for the tell-tale scarlet of his foe.

To say that the gym was big would be a gigantic understatement. It was at least one hundred feet high and two hundred feet long. The roof; even though the gym was huge height-wise, showcased a long black line running the length of it. It was a sign indicating that the roof could be opened for activities involving the sky. The scarlet and black rolled-vinyl flooring boasted the school’s colors. Windows were placed evenly along the roof and wall. It also appeared that the gym was split into four sections.

In the far back-right of the gym, a large swimming pool complete with scarlet buoy dividers was made apparent by a splash in its direction. As Dameion turned his head to inspect said splash, a rubber ball clobbered him in the face. This abrupt force flung him into the doors he just entered, causing them to unhinge as he crashed through them. A loud crash silenced the turmoil in the gym as all the draconians looked at the doors that had just been crashed through, looking for whoever went through them.

Dameion’s gray claw grabbed the frame of the doorway as he staggered inside, growling as his other claw was on a shard of glass that had found its way into the left side of his chest. Blood dripped from the wound, but he was thankful that the pain was bearable enough so that he could walk back in. The many wealthy students gasped in shock as he snarled in anger, glaring at each face in the gymnasium so that he could pinpoint the cause for his sudden injury. Artemis’s hand was on her mouth as a large drop of sanguine essence dripped from the square tip of the glass in her crush’s chest.

Her eyes widened and she gasped as Dameion forcibly yanked the glass out with a wet pop, throwing it to the ground with a snort. He was obviously cross with the one who did this to him; and she feared that his form of punishment would be worse than a shard of glass in the chest. Way worse, in fact.

“Which one of you bastards is responsible for this!?” Dameion asked in a completely anger-laced voice. His eyes dilated on a draconian as he stepped forward, inwardly praying that it was Maxxis so that he could exact his revenge. Instead of his real world adversary, he got a scrawny draconian with glasses. On closer inspection, it had semi-broad shoulders. This was a strong indication that it was a male. Dameion smirked devilishly as he made eye contact with the draconian who caused his wound, walking briskly up to his face.

“I do apologize for the wound I caused you my friend. You see, I was in quite the dodgeball match with my friends from the archery club.” Dameion didn’t care for the words he was spouting. He just wanted his revenge against this dork who just wounded him.

“I honestly don’t care for any apologies you’re trying to give me. All I know is that I want a duel for my honor and I want it now.” Dameion demanded with venom hidden in his voice. Artemis gasped as she ran to his side, tugging his right arm profusely. He glared at her, getting a cute squeak from her.

“D-don’t challenge him, Day-Day! It won’t end well if you do!” Artemis pleaded as Dameion raised an eyebrow. Did she honestly believe that this pipsqueak would best him in a duel? That’s...remarkably hurtful.

“You honestly believe that this pipsqueak could best me? Please. He’s a foot shorter than I and I’m six foot seven by the looks of it.” Dameion chuckled as he turned back to the one who injured him. “You...Me...Outside...Now.” Dameion demanded as he found a set of doors with a red exit sign over them, pointing a claw with killer intent in his eyes. The other draconian sighed begrudgingly as he accepted the challenge, walking with Dameion to the doors. Artemis and a large group of their peers followed, not wanting to miss this for the world.

Amongst the crowd of draconians, a certain scarlet mane flowed freely....

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“Alright Geek Squad, what’s your name.” Dameion said with half-interest as he insulted his opponent-to-be. A vein throbbed in his forehead at the sudden insult, but he tried to hide his growing anger with a forced smile.

“The name’s Thessolonius Warden Dementus the Third...but I prefer to be called Jessy. I am the acting Student Council Treasurer and heir to the Dementus corporation.” Jessy concluded as he adjusted his glasses with a finger. Dameion snorted at the rather abrupt description of his opponent.

“That’s a real cute name you got there, Jessy,” Dameion snapped his name in half while he raised his hand and struck a very feminine pose, “But I think my introduction is going to be better in every way possible.” Dameion concluded as he pulled the scarlet tie around his neck loose, tossing it to the grassy earth below him. He then slid off his jacket and white shirt underneath. With the exception of his recent wound, Dameion’s exposed chest gartered a lot of attention from the dragonesses around the two. Every muscle seemed to pop out as he flexed his slim but muscular top half.

“I am the Prince of Zistral, Dameion Astra Setsuya.” Dameion concluded with a smug smile. Thessolonius’s face too on an expression of disbelief. Correction...everyone’s face took on an expression of disbelief.



“That wasn’t an introduction! You just stated your title and full name!” Thessolonius exclaimed while pointing a finger at him. Dameion pointed a finger at him in return and began to laugh childishly.

“Are you an idiot? That’s all an introduction should be!” Dameion snickered as Thessolonius growled. He had a short mane and tiger like markings on his head. One marking underneath his left eye and two on his neck.

Taking of his blue-tinted glasses, he proceeded to wipe them on his shirt before putting them back over his lime-green eyes. His white shirt seemed to glisten in the sun in this cloudless afternoon. A single blue line went down the middle of his shirt with a pocket on the left side. His black dress pants and shoes matched well with his whole outfit.

Thessolonius inclined his head as he opened his mouth in a smile. “I think this will be rather fun, Mister Fencing Captain!” He yelled as he aligned his hands like he had a bow and arrow in his hands. Dameion laughed at him again, thinking such an awkward pose was his fighting stance. There were so many blind spots that it was almost sad!

To Dameion’s chagrin, however, a sound of rushing wind echoed across the outdoors as Thessolonius’s hands began to glow green. A green outline of a longbow appeared in the hand furthest from his body while his other hand, still wrapped in the ethereal green glow, found a place on the buzzing string of the bow. It was completely made out of magic!

The same facial expression Thessolonius had put on, never went away as he eyed Dameion. It was almost as if he was mocking him. Yeah, that’s probably it. Picking his jaw off the ground, Dameion angrily peered at Thessolonius through severely narrowed eyes. Even though they were mere meters away from each other; Thessolonius could feel the penetrating, predatory glare of the Prince burn holes in his eye sockets. To be quite frank, it was rather unnerving.

Still, his facial expression didn’t change as his adversary spoke up in his rough voice. “I see mocking your enemy come quite naturally to you, my friend! If you have any last words Geek Squad then speak them now!” Dameion demanded as he followed his statement with a deafening roar. Artemis covered her ears with her hands, closing one eye in irritation.

“I could say the same about you, Dameion! You have quite the witty tongue! I do believe that your temperament could use some adjusting, however.” Thessolonius responded with that same cocksure smile the Dameion had now begun to loathe. He had completely forgotten about Maxxis. All he wanted to do right now was pound this nerd into the ground with his bare fists. With that same smug expression on his face, Thessolonius begun the fight with these next few words.

“Well...what’re you waiting for, Coward.” He taunted. Dameion charged him without another word.