> Prince Spike
>  by B_25
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> Prolouge
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‘What if’ is a question most are likely to hear. Some get annoyed from it, while others are intrigued by it. ‘What if’ means something happened, something change, and time has been bent and changed. 

Make a tea and take a seat, as I tell you a story you might enjoy. But first, I wanted to ask you a somewhat simple question.

“What if Spike’s egg was hatched by Celestia, a thousand of years before he was supposed to be born?”

Well then, let me tell you a tale.





It was exactly a thousand of years before Spike was supposed to be born from the overpowering magic that was, Twilight Sparkle. But now,  time has now changed.

Celestia had found Spike’s egg. Where? She has yet to reveal that to anyone. But nonetheless she returned to her throne one day, with an egg on her back, and not even a single guard even questioned their magicstay.

Celestia took a day off from ruling the throne, something she hasn’t done for quite some time. But yet no one question her motives.

Celestia ascended the stairs to her to her quarters, the egg still laying ever so firmly on her back. Once she arrived in her room, she set the egg down on the ground, as she prepared. Taking a deep breath, the princess with all her might and magic, charged her horn at the egg, as she released a blast upon it.

Some citizens said they saw fire works that day coming from the tower.

Back inside the tower, Celestia had dropped to the floor from exhaustion. And where the egg was supposed to be, in it’s place were pieces of the egg, as well as a confused, purple baby dragon.

The dragon laid on the ground, unknown to the world around him, and what was going on, and proceeded to cry, signaling his lungs were fine.

Celestia rose her head from the crying, as a smile formed on her royal muzzle as she had done it, her magic had worked. Carefully, she picked herself up and trotted over to the baby dragon, and proceed to look at his crying form. But when he had seen her, his crying suddenly stopped, as he began to laugh and giggle, as he waved his tiny arms at her.

Celestia smile grew even bigger, as she cupped the baby dragon with her hoofs, and nuzzle him, eliciting him of an adorable sound.

After a while of playing, the baby had fallen asleep, still in the grasp of the princess, as she clinged on tight to him.

She looked at the baby dragon’s sleeping form, he had purple scales, and his spike were green, as well as eyes from what she remembered.

“Spike, I think I’ll call you Spike.” Celestia whispered, not wanting to awake the baby dragon from his peaceful slumber.

Spike wasn’t much to look at, aside from his adorable cuteness, but Spike was destination for great things, the princess knew this best. 

“My son, my beautiful son. You are meant for great things, and I, as well as others will be here to teach you everything: Magic, military, political, business, artistic, everything. You’ll have what others do not, time. And that, will make you a hero Spike.”

The baby dragon arose from his sleep from the sound, and was instantly giggling at the sight of Celestia, putting his tail into his mouth and sucking on it.

“But for now, you’ll be the baby I’ll take care off.”





Spike became wildly known to most throughout Canterlot, though not many had questioned his presence. A thing the princess hated, as she was always seen as this peaceful Princess, no one ever dare stand up to her. Though now with Spike, she had something to look forward to after work.

Celestia loved Spike, as well spending time with him, as Spike felt the same.

Celestia had kept her promise, and was raising Spike the best way she could. She taught him right from wrong, and how to have a good personality, and a strong sense of justice.

And Spike took this with high regards.

And over the years, she would teach him how to obtain most skills.

She taught him most fields, and tried to it in the fairest way possible. Spike loved learning, he wanted to learn everything he could, granting him the knowledge easier. And when Spike became the appropriate age, where he could wield a sword and fight, Celestia relocated him, not just because she wasn’t the best in that field, but not to see Spike fighting with a sword. Celestia entrust Spike to one of the best swordsmen she knew, Cloud.

There wasn’t much known about Cloud, no one even knew his last name. But Cloud was a being who knew right from wrong, and will always fight for good, no matter the cause, the price, or even the odds. While he might not be as fun and social-like how Spike was turning out to be, Cloud was very wise being, and highly influenced Spike in not only fighting, but as a being itself. Spike started to see him as a mentor, and even more.

Spike kept on learning from the two, Celestia would teach him what you could find in books and on a throne, while Cloud taught him what you would learn on the field. And showed him the true nature from the world.

Not that Celestia and Cloud views were completely different, but they had two sides of seeing things, and Spike saw both. Just as Celestia wanted. Spike was turning to be a fair and nice dragon. He knew how how both lives were, and could understand others troubles.

Spike was picking up from the two, as well as creating a personality and beliefs of his own, combining the two.

Soon, after hundreds of years, Spike was starting to understand everything. He had read many books, and had fought many battles against his master and friends. But yet, there was still so much for him to learn, both in a castle, and out on a field.  And everyday, he would try harder and harder to learn everything, and master it, and he had the time to do it.

Then, after many and many years, Spike had finally grown up. Though not as a true dragon adult, more like a teen. Dragons are slow growing creatures, so it would make sense that Spike was only a teen dragon, and continue to be so for many years. He currently stood roughly at eight and a half feet.

Spike was one of the first dragons able to control his greed and his thirst for destruction, and many, even slightly his mother, wondered how he was able to do this. Maybe it was his knowledge that helped him? No one knows.

Spike had learned almost everything there was to learn, and had mastered it as well. Spike was one of the most magical, strongest, and knowledgeable beings known to Equestria. He even had a nice, easy going and fun personality to go with it, making him easily approachable.

Spike’s name had been heard throughout all of Equestria, and almost mare and even stallion wanted him. Spike had become very popular throughout the lands, but he was always humble and modest about his popularity, even sometimes wearing a cloak to hide his identity when among others.

Truth be told, no one really stroke Spike in a romantic sense, Spike never was looking for love, nor did he have any interest in it. All Spike wanted was to learn more, destroy all evil and make the lands good.

Spike knew things, that most did not. And that was what was good, and what was bad, and a good sense of justice to go with it.

Spike, by this time. Had been in many fights and wars, but he always knew what he was fighting for, and if the side he was on, was the right side. Though Cloud had mysteriously vanished in his youth, and now to be thought of as dead. His spirit, his words, and his honor had stayed with Spike, and Spike always took them to heart.

So whenever someone need help from Spike, no matter how big nor small,  he would always help them if it was the right thing to do, and he would do it for free. Spike would stand up to anyone, even if the odds were in the others favour, just like Cloud.

Spike also helps his mother, Celestia, a lot. He could raise both sun and the moon, and sits in his mothers throne in her place. In this, causes Celestia to have more free time to do whatever, and causing her to be less stressed.

Though, unlike what others would think, Spike did not have it easy. While his life was more luxuries than others, he had many things to deal with. Like his mother, Spike was going to live for a very long time, and he was going to see his many of his friends die, and he could do nothing about it. This caused Spike to be more cautious with friends, but did not alter his personality.

One day however, some things were going to change for Spike, and hopefully, for the better.





Spike was sitting on the throne room by himself, he was wearing his black cloak, his hood not up. On his back, his sword and sheath, given to him by Cloud, was strapped against him in a counter clockwise fashion, as the strap went around his frame.

Spike had been ruling the throne for not to long today, he had a few ponies come in, asking for his assistance on a sudden matter, which he ruled on. But that was not very important to Spike, as today, he was supposed to hear some very important news regarding a new war, brewing to begin, and it would be coming from an old friend.

Finally, after a couple of hours, and many hearings. The messenger had arrived in the throne room, and had bowed in respect. The messenger was wearing a cloak over his body, a sword that laid on his back, but most noticeable of all, was the black mask that he wore, it wasn't anything anything special, just something that covered his face. The mask had given  him the name Regal Mask, or Regal for short.

Even Spike himself, as barely ever seen Regal face.

“There’s no need for that friend,” Spike said, as he leaped from the throne, and bent down to  give a small hug to the messenger.

The messenger hugged back, as he broke it off.

“How was your trip? I hope the dragons didn’t give you to much trouble.” Spike asked, as he returned to his high height. Spike preferred to stand on his two clawed feet.

Regal quickly shook his head to try and get his thoughts together, as Spike began to return to the throne.

“Please Spike,” -Regal started of jokingly- “they know if anyone tries to mess with me, they have to deal with you afterwards.”

Spike let out a small laugh, as he corrected him. “You have it wrong Regal, they would have to deal with you and your sword first. I mean you almost took me down last time we had that sword fight.”

Regal let out a small laugh of nostalgia . “Right, I guess I’m so used to everyone worshiping you, that I kinda formed around it.”

“And what idiots I call them, there is no difference, no level between you and I.”

“Right...”

After a couple of seconds, Spike let out another laugh. “Eh, we’re alone now, no need for the royal stuff. Want a drink?” Spike asked, as he went to the nearby counter.

“Yeah, tea would be nice.” Regal said, as he put his sword aside, and undid his saddle bag.

So much for a drink.

“Hey, Regal.”

“Yes Spike?”

“Sorry for asking so soon, but it’s too much of a high matter not to know. But what was the final decision of the one they call king?” Spike asked, as he finished brewing the tea.

Regal Let out a deep sigh, as he took the tea Spike was offering him. “I’m afraid I have bad news, the king declined the offer. And unless he gets what he wants, he’ll send countless dragons to destroy all the farms and towns in Equestria.”

Spike took a sip of his own tea, before answering. “So, this is officially a high threat, and is declaring war?”

“Yes, sadly.”

Spike, not feeling the tea being sweet enough, added in another spoonful of sugar.

“Tell me Regal, was there anything odd about the king? I know this is your first time seeing him, but surely from the legends about him you noticed something odd about it.

“Well now that you mention it, some things did seem a little bit odd about him.”

Spike took another sip from his tea, smiling as it was finally sweet enough.

“How so?”

“Well, he wasn’t very large as you would’ve of thought, he’s actually only a bit larger than you.”

“Anything else?” Spike asked, as his mind began to be in thought.

“Well, he wasn’t that much an angry dragon, rather like a sore loser. When I went to discuss the problem, he made sure to show me his army and strength, and what he could do.”

“Hmm, that is certainly odd.”

Regal let out a small chuckle, that barely escaped his mask. “You’re telling me, but the thing was that wasn’t even the most odd part.”

“What is the most odd part?” Spike asked, as he was halfway down his tea, his mind almost complete.

“Well, when I talked about our success, and your strength, the king became outrage at the statement. But what was odd, for a few seconds his scales turned a darker shade, and I swear I saw a black mist escaping from his eyes.”

Got it.

Spike took one more sip from his tea, as his mind came to a conclusion.

“Hm, well, it would appear that I have to go.” Spike said, as he placed his own tea on the table.

Regal turned and looked at him quizzically. “Huh, right now? Why?”

Spike chuckled, as he took his sword out, and walked towards the door.

“I can’t be here, drinking tea when there’s a threat to the beings of my kingdom, and besides. It would appear, someones playing king.”

Regal Looked at Spike even more confused. Sure it was Spike, whose stupidity was to go and fight evil as soon as he could, but a threat like this was nothing to reckon with, and that last line only added more confusion.

“Spike, the dragon king is no one to reckon with-”

“We’re not dealing with the king, more like a dragon with power close to the king.”

“What makes you say that Spike?”

Spike held his sword with his two claws, as he brought it forth. He held it like in a prayer position. Cloud had taught him this, that the sword has two edges, and if you close your eyes, while thinking of the what was to come, you could see both sides of problem.

“Because, a long lost friend told me about the king. While his anger is uncontrollable, he knows an imported feat.”

“And that is?”

“What is right.”

He’s not seriously going off that kind of logic is he?

“Spike, you can’t be going off that.”

Spike stayed in his stance, as he smirked.  

“Alright, how about this. The king and us have been in a peaceful treating for a very, and I mean a ivery long time. Why spring this upon us now, and more importantly, against me?”

Regal thought about it, while Spike did make sense, something was still odd. “But maybe he’s changed now, or rather his greed is now erupting from within.” A couple of seconds passed, before Regal fixed his mistake. “No offence, Spike.”

“None taken, but if that was true, he would of just attack instead, I know he would be strong enough. I think we may be dealing with someone other than the king, but that being’s power matches, or even passes the one’s of the king. ”

Regal mind was now in thought, as he himself was trying to put this togather.

“Regal, why do dragons want to become large?”

Odd question.

“To show strength and superiority over others?”

Wait a minute.

“So the king should be large, but when I saw him he was rather small, so his rank should be small, like a servant. So then he can’t be the king, but the king is no where to be seen, meaning maybe somehow he was able to overthrow the king. Now that he has this power, he deems himself  new king, and being a low class dragon to a dragon make’s him become a sore loser.”

Well done Regal, although I know you could of done better.

“But still Spike, that doesn't explain where he got this power from?”

Spike smirked, as he was almost finished. “Regal, do you know the legend about King Sombra?”

“You mean the evil King that used dark magic to become strong and rule a kingdom…”

Oh…

“Spike, are you implying that this dragon has somehow achieved dark powers?”

Spike simply nodded, as he  opened his eyes, as a smile appeared on his face. He placed the sword back in it’s place.

“Regal, I know you went through a lot, but I’m afraid I’m going to need to ask you to round up the men, as well as ready the ship, I have to inform the others of my departure.”

Spike left through the doors, as he left Regal speechless.

He’s way too eager for a fight, wait!

“Wait Spike, I didn’t get to say happy birthday!”





In canterlot, Spike and Celestia weren't alone, as they now had a family to care for now. And family, was another strong suit Spike fought for. Candace was the newest alicorn in the family, and an amazing student. Both Spike and Celestia knew she was meant for great things. Candace had always saw Spike as big brother and even had a brother complex, as Spike saw her as a little sister. Blue Blood, on the other hand, pushes it a bit for Spike. Though he wants to be heroic, he tries to be emulate Spike, only to fail every time. But Spike still is there for his brother.

Where Blueblood wears the ‘Prince’ with pride. Spike wants nothing to do with the title. 

Truth be told, Spike saw Regal as a brother as well, the things they been through, at least a brother at arms.

Spike had walked into the dining hall, where he had seen mom and sister, as well as other royal member enjoying their meals. Celestia, began the royalist of them all, sat in the back. She at first didn’t see him, but once she had, a smile appeared on her muzzle.

“Ah Spike, it’s so good to see you.” Celestia greeted, before a thought came to her mind. “Shouldn’t you be on the throne now? Oh no, did something happen?” Celestia quickly rose from her seat, but Spike rose a claw before she could, and using the holes in the cloak, flew over to her.

“It’s good to see you mother.” Spike said as he tenderly hugged his mother. “Sorry I’m not on the throne, but I do have some bad news.”

Celestia nodded, as he returned to her seat.

“I’m afraid that a dragon, who thinks he’s the king. Has gotten many dragons to support him in what I presume what monsters want.”

Blueblood, trying to emulate Spike, question him.

“By what means gives you that conclusion?”

Spike turned to look at him. “Most dragons are monsters, and monsters seek two things.”

“And those are?”

“Revenge, or/and world domination.” 

Spike let out a small chuckle, and released a smile. “We really need to hang out when I’m done this Blueblood, seems forever since he have, maybe sword fighting again?”

Blueblood chuckled. “Sure, maybe this time I’ll take it easy on you.”

Both Spike and Blue Blood shared a laugh, before Blue blood resumed his meal.

That sentence brought a gasp from both alicorns, the biggest coming from Cadence. “Spike, does that mean you’re going to have to leave us again?”

Spike could swore he saw a tear forming her eye, causing him to sigh. He really did hate when he caused a kind of pain to anyone, especially friends and family.

“I’m afraid so Candance. I can’t have these dragons causing harm to any innocents. I’m really sorry Candace.”

Candance was truly upset, she always did hate it when Spike had to leave, and when he had to face a big danger.

“But don’t worry, I assure you I’ll be fine. Plus, I promise when I come back we’ll have the biggest tea party EVER!”

Candace giggled at the dragon’s enthusiasm. 

Candace got over to Spike, holding out her hoof. 

“Promse?”

Spike smiled, before stretching out his claw to the hoof. 

“Promise.”

Candace smiled, as she hugged Spike. Spike deadly hugged back, he almost had a tear in his eye, but he quickly got rid of it.

We aren't allowed to cry.

He soon let go of the teen filly, as she returned to her seat.

Celestia rose again, and gave another heartwarming hug to her son. “That includes me too Spike, try not to get into to much trouble, and if you feel you can’t handle it-”

“Don’t worry mother, I’ll do my best to get back, while helping others.”

Celestia broke the hug, as she returned to her seat. A tear still relevant in her eye.

I shouldn't be too long this time.

With all his goodbyes done and over with, Spike began to prepare, bringing only a bag of bits in his cloak, and putting the hood up. Though as he began to exit, he noticed Celestia was walking with him.

“Something wrong mom?” Spike asked.

“There was something at the tip of my tongue, but I can’t remember it now.” Celestia thought about it for a couple of seconds, before a thought came to mind. “Well, I do have to go see the students trying to get into the school for gifted unicorns today, and I thought I might as well walk you out.”

“Ah I see, thanks mom.”

Celestia let out a little giggle. “You know there is no need for to thank your mother for walking you out to a war.”

Spike let out a little chuckle of his own, as he scratched the back of his head. “Right, sorry.”

Damn.

“Anyways, anyone standing out of this years candits?”

“Why yes, the filly Candace watches over, Twilight Sparkle, I believe, is trying out. She apparently loves reading books and learning as much as you.”

Spike let out another laugh of her own. “Really? Well then, I hope to meet her when I return.”

“Don’t worry, you will.”

Spike saw from afar that his train was arriving, and regretting that he had to say his final goodbye.

“Don’t worry,” Celestia had beaten him to it. “Just get aboard and hurry home!”

Spike gave one last smile, as he quickly hugged his mom, and ran for the train. Throwing his hood over his head.

While Celestia was off to meet the filly of the name of Twilight Sparkle. Before the thought came back to mind.

We even had a party ready for him this year.

“Happy birthday Spike!”
> Chapter 1: Journey 
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“Going off to fight any kind of evil was kind of Spike’s thing. Hell, I’m the one that tried to show him that. But with an attitude like that, that’s how most heroes die. Not that I’m saying Spike’s a hero, but it is something he has always secretly desired, but has yet to find something he’s done with the title. Yet.”







Spike was sitting  in one of the many box carts that the train carried along with it. Spike’s legs were resting upon the seats in front of his, as he closed his eyes, his mind was lost in thought. Ever since his goodbye, he’s realized all the time he’s spent away from his family, going off to do things like this. He swore he was going to try and spend more time with them, having tea parties with Cadence, sword fighting with Blueblood, and just even talking with Celestia. This also included having a drink with Regal as well, as it had been awhile since him and Regal had hung out, the battlefield not counting

I do owe him a drink.

If there’s one being Spike trusted the most, other then his family, then it would be Regal. As he and Regal had been in countless battles, both saved each other’s back. Not only that, but him and Regal go far back, as far back to when Regal was a teenager. While Regal may be in around his twenty’s, it’s still seem far back to Spike.

Regal was just some homeless, nothing special teenager, who had been living on the streets since a kid. One day Spike was walking through town, as he spotted guards harassing a group of homeless ponies, even as far as beating them. Spike was going to get them to stop, when this teen unicorn came out of no where, his coat was black, his mane was a backward like spiky way, and from Spike’s angle, he was unable to see his face. The kid stood in the guards way, over ten stallions stood before him. The kid demanded that they leave them alone, the guards only laughed, as they attacked him instead. Now the kid fought good, but he was outmatch, and was beaten. But the thing that most appealed to Spike, was that the kid wouldn't stand down, his willpower was too strong to do so, he kept on fighting back.

“Now arriving at the royal docks!” The train attended called, snapping Spike out of his memories.


That was rather fast.


Spike got up from his seat, being very careful to not hit his head on the roof of the cart, something he still does even to this day. Spike was currently wearing his cloak, especially fitted for him, and with his hood up, it obstructed his face, hiding his identity very well. Although there wasn't many beings the same size of Spike, it still helped him from being known.

Spike exited the train, hopping down to the ground. The wind  was strong today, as it was hitting Spike’s  back, making his cloak flow forward.

With this wind, we should be able to get to dragon territory even faster.

Spike looking through all the ships currently docked at the royal port, in search of his own ship. Luckily, he came upon it rather quickly, the guards standing among it helped him find it faster. Spike started walking to the ship he called the ‘Lighting Wind’.

The ship itself could be consider a medium sized ship. It carried twenty-five cannons, fire barrels, mortars, and much more. The ship flag was just a black flag with a green lightning bolt on it. Most members of the sea knew not to take this ship so lightly, as it belonged to Prince Spike, or rather Captain Spike. The ship could definitely hold it’s own, as well as it’s crew.

Spike, as part of being a royalty, was given his own royal guards, the Draconian Guards as they are called. The Draconian Guards are made up of a mix of species in purple/green armor, most had reptile like pupils, dragon/bat wings (Pegasus only), dragon like horns (Unicorns only), dragon like teeth/fangs (Earth pony only). The Draconian Guards were trained in more fields and were prepared to do much more than other guards. As other guards were meant to defend, Spike guards were always out in battle attacking, meaning they would have to adapt to many roles, being a crew on a ship was on of their favourites.

Spike was now approaching his guards, who all bowed in respect to their Captain. Their Captain waved them off, as they resumed whatever they were doing. Spike began walking to the end of the dock, before he stopped right in place, as he turned his head to look at the ship. He soon began admiring his ship, the way the it looked in the sunlight was just magnificent, so much to stop him in place.

“Uh, Spike, we’re ready.” Regal awkwardly announced to the dragon, as he was so intent on staring at the ship. So much it took him couple of seconds to even recognize him.

“Oh, sorry about that Regal. I was just admiring how much our ship glows in the light, wouldn’t you agree?”

Beyond Regal’s mask, one would see the most confused muzzle.

It’s been who know’s how many years, and I still don’t understand him.

Regal turned his muzzle to face the ship, the sun was shining bright sure, but he didn’t see anything glowing almost the ship.

“I’m sorry Spike, but I just don’t see it. However, you do have one hell of a perspective though.”

Spike chuckled, as he threw a claw around Regal, giving him a noogie. “I take it that’s a compliant?”

Regal was struggling to escape the hold, his efforts though proved to be worthless however, as Spike’s hold was just too strong. The crew began laughing at the scene, as the two best friends were playfully fighting with each other.

“Yes yes yes! Pleas let go Spike!” Regal begged, as he was soon released from his hold. As soon as he was free, he could feel his mane was messed up.

“Oh come on Spike! Do you know how much time I put into my mane in my mourning?

“Way too much, I can practically see the greece!”

“Funny, coming from a bald dragon!”

“Hey, what about my spikes?” 

“That’s not hair!”

Eventually, the two broke down into laughter, as well as the rest of the crew. That was something else that differentiate the Draconic Guards from other guards, the Draconic guards were free to have emotions, while Spike may be lacking some. When it would come time to set up camp, many guards would tell of their tales, and tell many jokes. All Spike is be who you want to be, just be ready to fight and make the right choice when the time comes. This was the reason why many chose to join Spike rather than the other guards.

Although Spike followed a more complicated set of rules, and his true personality was still unknown by most, even Regal.

Once Spike and Regal were done fooling around, Spike made his way to his guards, as he began inspecting them to make sure everyone was prepared. Grabbing a nearby stool, he threw it up in the air, before kicking it down with his clawed feet, as soon as it reached the ground, he got on top of it.

“Guards!” Spike yelled loudly, attracting the attention of all his guards.

“Yes sir!” The many guards replied, ready for their orders.

Spike smiled, as all his guards stood tall, ready for anything. “I wanted to thank you all for coming here today, it means a lot to me for you to be able say goodbye to your families and friends on such a short notice for such a long time. I know this was hard for some, and I thank you for it, just know it’s for an important cause, as greece head here, will explain.”

Regal appeared by Spike’s side, as his right legs kicked Spike’s stool right from down under him. But to Regal disappointment, Spike did a roll in the air, and landed on his feet. He released a small sigh, as he began his speech.

“As all of you should know, we’ve been having a conflict with the dragon king. Today, the king has declared war on the Equestria nation.”

“That’s crazy!” One of the guards called out. “More like suicide! How are we supposed to take on a army of dragons?!” Some of the guards began to fear for their lives, while others stood tall as ever. This made it easy for Spike to see who were the veterans of his guards, and who were the new privates.

Spike quickly took out his sword and pointed it at his guards, most didn’t flinch, while others jumped.

Look’s like we got new recruits.

Spike brought the sword back to him, as he threw it up in the air, before catching it with his claw.

“Well, I was assuming with a sword.” Spike said calmly, some chuckled, while others gulped.

“But alas, don’t worry about it. If you were serving under me for a longer time, than you would know to have faith in me, as I do in you. Now then, please let Mr. Regal continue.”

Sometime I just hate you so much.

“Thank you, our insane captain.”

Now that wasn’t very nice.

“As I was saying, with new knowledge, we believe we are not dealing with the king but rather someone different…”






Regal had just finished his speech, keeping the guards up to date with the current plan, most of the fears had been quelled.

“We’ll be setting to sea now. It’ll take most likely two and a half months get there, so everyone start boarding!” Regal commanded to the guards, as they complied.

“Yes sir!” The guards answered, as they made way to their stations aboard the ship, leaving only Regal and Spike.

“Nice speech Regal, I nearly had tears in my eyes.” Spike said jokingly.

“Shut up, Spike.” Regal said scartistly.

“But in all seriousness Regal, you did good today. You were able to keep our guards up to date, and was quench their fears of the dragons. Not only that. but the way you gave the speech was spectacular, you made no stutters or gaps, and you seemed devoted to what you were saying.”

“That’s because I always am Spike, I’m always devoted to what I know what is right.”

What is right…

Spike smiled, as he rubbed his claw on Regal’s head. “Oh come on dude! What I’d say about the mane? Even when I was poor my mane was a high priority!”

The both shared a laugh once more, as Spike continued his praising.  “And with the way you fight Regal, you’d make a great captain.”

Regal chuckled in Spike’s praising, anything that came from him was honest. “Thanks Spike, it always means a lot coming from you. But first I’ll need to kill you in order to achieve that title.”

The two best friends shared one last small laugh.

“That’ll be the day, and at least I know it’ll be in good hoofs.” 

Regal chuckled, while Spike remained silent.

Wait... he’s being serious?

“Spike, you’re not planning on leaving or dying on us, are you?” Regal said that with awkward chuckle, hoping to liven up his sentence.

Spike looked down, as he released a small sigh. “No, at least not yet anyways. Just if the day comes, I know it’s in good hoofs. Plus,” Spike waslooking at the kingdom that was afar. “I’m going to need a long vacation soon.”

Before Regal could question him anymore, the crew had reached their positions, and were ready to set sail. All but Spike and Regal, as they could feel mutiple eyes on them.

“Royalty does not mean slowness!” A crew member yelled, as the duo nodded at each other.

“You up for shipmaster again?” Spike asked.

“Always am.” Regal answered, as the two boarded the ship.





The Lighting Wind was now fully boarded, and was ready to set sail. Spike admired all guards, who were hard at work on the ship, working in a perfect union. Spike always did appreciate when everyone was able to work together, if everyone were to do so he’d be living in the perfect world.

Regal, however, was looking up at the sky, admiring how the weather and the wind were on their side for today.

“Today look’s like a perfect day to set sail captain.”

“Indeed, however, having a perfect crew make’s it that much better.”

“You always seem to have a positive to everything Spike.”

“That’s because there is.”





Celestia was trotting through her gardens, heading towards where the testing for the ‘School For Gifted Unicorns’  was. However, her mind was in a different place, as she couldn’t get her mind off Spike. It wasn’t like Spike to leave so sudden unless it was very serious matter. But Spike, being the way he is, wouldn’t want anyone to fear for him. He was the type of being who wanted nothing to be directed towards him, but rather it be focused on someone else more or least important than him. It was one feature that annoyed her, she wanted to help her son whenever she could. Although him being a mama's boy helped a bit.

I hope he’s going to be okay. He won’t get hurt that bad, ...right?

Celestia tried to lie to herself that everything would be alright, like it always is, she tried to shake the thought of anything bad happening to Spike from her mind, but she just couldn’t. The idea of Spike going up against something, something worth leaving his family behind once he found out, and taking the entire guard army with him,, whatever Spike was facing, he knew that it was a powerful being.

What was worst is that even if Spike were one to defeat the dragon king, he wouldn’t let anyone know of any pains he had, and wouldn’t even boast about his victory.

Spike, the humble dragon. So humble he would get stabbed and-

A tear graced from Celestia eye, as she stopped her train of thought then and there. Celestia looked up the sky, hope in her heart as she said those words she very much wished to be true. “Spike… please be safe.”





“Told you I could take on a shark.” Spike said, as he had some noticeable bite marks on him. 

Spike and Regal had been arguing on the matter of scales, and how effective they would be if something tried biting him, like a shark. This is the kind of things best friends would argue about if there wasn’t much to talk about. However, they got way too into it that they even started to bet bits, but while doing so, a wave hit the ship, causing Spike to go overboard, though Regal thinks he over reacted. Upon falling into the water, the splash had attracted a shark, the shark swimming close to Spike and biting his leg, bringing him down with it. The waters were calm for a few minutes, causing the crew to ready the rowboat and some spears. However, before they could even put the boat in the water, Spike reemerged, and a shark floated up next to him. Regal had been in disbelief ever since.

Regal stood speechless, as the crew pulled the giant shark from the water, planning on having a fine dinner tonight.

“You wouldn’t believe how glistening the waters look when you think you're about to die.”

“But… how?” Regal finally asked, breaking the silence that had overcome him.

“Tough scales. Now pay up, greasy.”





Spike was standing at the ship’s wheel; Regal standing a foot away. Both staring out to the vast ocean that was the sea, as the wind brushed through their scales and fur. It was times like this where you were just at peace with the land, and you had nothing to worry about at the time being. But like how it’s said, it’s quite before the storm. The crew most likely having the same feelings, which could affect their morale.

Spike looked over to Regal, as a thought came to mind.

“Hey, Regal?”

Regal continued looking at the sea, taking in a deep breath before responding. 

“Yeah Spike?”

“You know, we’re at sea, almost no sound can be heard besides the roaring seas, and yet our crew seems a little distracted by the future.”

Regal finally looked at the dragon, catching on and smiling.

“You’re right Spike, and I think I know what to do.’

“Shanty?”

“Let's do it.”

Spike, with one claw still on the wheel, began snapping his claws- something that only a few could do- as his clawed feet hit against the floor of the ship, stumping his right leg, creating a beat. After a few seconds, Regal began to sing. 

“We’re on a quest, we’re on a quest, we’re on a quest”

The air was silent for a few seconds, before the the crew  began to join along together.

“We’re on a quest, we’re on a quest, we’re on a quest”

Silence stood once more, as Spike raised his claw, snapping even higher.

“To defeated, an ancient darkness, now what do ya say, to this darkness?” Spike snapping going along at every pause.

Spike then lowered his claw, as the crew member answered it.

“Screw talking! Kill the darkness with many stabbings!”

“Yeah!” Most the crew screamed, as they went they counted on. “Screw darkness, show em the light, screw darkness, show em the light, the lightness of your swo-ord!”

Spike and Regaled chuckled, as the entirety of the guards were singing along, Regal starting again.

“Once you put ‘em in the ground, once you put ‘em in the ground, once you put ‘em in the ground, what do you say next?”





The joyful days of both Spike and Celestia were nearly finished. As Celestia had just put up the night sky, Celestia was preparing for bed. Spike on the other claw, was still at deck sailing the mighty seas, the guards in the decks below preparing for rest. Spike was mostly alone, aside from the few who chose to stay up and admire the night sky.

Spike was looking at the sky, how the darkness painted the sky was so beautiful, almost like how he liked his coffee, expect moon’s rays painted some light onto the black sky.

“Hm, gotta admire how much work mother puts into the moon every night, today it’s shining so beautifully, I think she did just for us, wouldn’t you agree Regal?” 

Regal, who had been crepting up the steps to the wheel, was trying to sneak up on Spike and surprise him with drinks, but to his disappointment he was found.

“How did you even see me, you were far too interested in the sky to have even noticed me.”

Spike smiled as he nodded, not taking his eyes of the sky.

“True, but I can smell steam erupting from a drink ten feet away.”

Regal chuckled, as he brought the drinks over to Spike, handing it over to him in his teakinies hold. 

“And to answer your question,” Regal added, “yes the sky actually looks pretty good tonight. I can tell your mother is missing you, and want’s you to have a safe passage through the seas.”

Spike released a chuckle of his own, before looking back down at the ship, bending his waist forward and snapping his back, than grabbing the hot substance from the magical hold.

“Thanks, however I think she-” Spike stopped halfway as he took a sip from the drink, a smile instantly appearing on his lips as he loved the substance. “is over worried about me, or almost anyone in that matter.”

Regal chuckled, as he too took a sip from the cup that was still in his own magic grip. “But hey, that’s what families and friends are for? To constantly worry about you.”

“You can say that.”

Silence stood on the ship a little bit more, the two best friends drinking away. Although when Spike was about to take another sip, he felt a fire boiling in his stomach, as he burped a green fire, within the fire laid a scroll.

“Looks like you got mail.” Regal stated the obvious.

Spike released a single chuckle, as he unrolled the scroll, reading what it had to say.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who’s it from?” Regal asked, finishing his drink.

“It’s from my mother and my sister Cadence, they’re, like you said, wishing me a safe passage.” Spike had rolled up the message again, and used his fire to send it to his quarters. 

“Huh, that’s sweet of them. Hey isn’t Cadence nearing her teenage years?”

“Hey, Regal?” Spike asked, nearly finishing his drink.

“What is it, Spike?” 

“I was thinking, today is a nice night, the winds are on our sides. So maybe we should enjoy it with some cold substances.”

Regal smirked, as he was already heading on over to storage.

Spike was all by himself once more, his claw resting on the wheel, a cold breezing through his scales. There was something about steering a boat that just always put Spike into a peaceful state of mind.

“This is going to be a fun journey.”





Two months had passed for both the Lighting Wind and Canterlot. The castle itself felt empty without the drake, his family had been thinking about him immensely, praying for his well being. Spike, almost doing the same. After realizing what he meant to his family, he knew when he returned home he was going to spend as much time as he could with them. During that time he had also planned on giving Regal temporary captism, it would give him more experience in that field, in case if something were to happen to him.

Spike, knew that he couldn’t die, and was burden by it at times. With him being this legendary Prince with a sword, stopping bad guys at everyone corner, then most would think to not defy the law in fear of Spike coming after them. If he were to pass away, a major defense would be gone, and many would start the criminal life, and maybe even worst.

“It was you who told me about this price, wasn’t it Cloud?” Spike said out loud, his claw resting on the wheel of the ship. “You said though that it was worth it, but it did have a price, at least you told me how to live with that price. But how did you word it again?”





It was a late sunny day in Canterlot, the sun was setting, giving off an amazing view for all to witness it. At least one pegasus was watching the sun set, as he stood before the railings of the castle. Behind him laid a purple and green drake, who appeared to be resting, basking in the sun’s last warmth. It was only the two on the balcony, as the two were having the daily lessons about, well almost anything.

“Once you become a true Prince, Spike, is when you’ll know the price of being a hero… or rather a being with a sword.” The Pegasus behind the railings said, his eyes never leaving the slowly descending sun.

“Well, what’s price?” Spike asked, as he was leaning back on his chair he was sitting on, his feet were occupying the other chair across from him. His head laid low, his eyes shut closed.

“To cut all ties with loved ones, to know what your life now means to others, and how it will affects others. You must do what you need to, no matter what the price, and you can’t even flinch at the mention of your worst fear.”

“Meh, that should be a cinch. Just stop caring about the myself,” Spike paused for a second as he released a small yawn. “and I’ll do just fine.”

Besides, it get’s rather annoying when beings worry for me.

“I wouldn’t be getting ahead of yourself there Spike, you don’t know what the future may hold.”

“True, but I’ll be just like you. Just work all the time and forget about everything else. Not only that but I rather dislike this whole ‘Prince’ title, it’s just to royal and a reason to suck up. Don’t tell mom though.” 

“How youth acts these days.”

“Please, you’re telling me. All work and no play for us teens, and then we get our parents, rather parent on our backs when we want to have a bit of fun.”

“You want some play time?” The pegasus asked, as he neared the drake.

Spike slowly opened his left eye, just in time to see his mentor about to strike his sword down upon him. Spike quickly leaned the chair fully back, causing it to fall to the ground and Spike to roll back. But while doing so he kicked the chair at the Pegasus, although he just smacked it up in the air with his hoof. While rolling back, Spike grabbed the sword he left leaning against the wall, and kicked his leg off the wall as well. He then swiped his sword down, cutting the mid-air chair in half, and aiming for the Pegasus, however he just leaped out of the way.

“Yeah, but mares in Canterlot don’t play nice.” Spike said as he threw his sword over his shoulder, turning around as appeared to be in thought. Before turning back towards the black coated Pegasus. 

“Then again, I never thought about trying naughty,”  Spike said with a smirk.

“How come with me you act like this, but when you’re with your mother you turn all mama’s boy?”

“Ha, good point. I don’t know, I guess I just want to impress her.”

“That currently is logical, I mean every child want’s to exceed their parent’s expectations.”

Spike walked in a small circle in dismay, thrusting his sword down into the ground. “Come on, child? Couldn’t you say something, I don’t known, better. Like kid?”

“Please, you’d have to beat me in order for me to even consider you as a kid.” 

Spike smiled as he rose his right clawed foot to the handle of his sword, then thrusting it up from the ground and into his claws. He then thrusted forward, the black maned Pegasus doing the same. Soon the two swords collided, both faces before the swords smirking.

“Well, about time I took a title other than ‘Prince’.” 

The Pegasus head-butted Spike, before he swung his sword at him again from the side. Spike block the sword, causing him, to take a couple steps backs, nearing the balcony railings.

“I could use the exercise.” The pegasus said as he cracked his neck, he then sprinted over to the drake. He slashed the drake from the side, one Spike quickly blocked, but the force of it was strong enough to send them both over the balcony and causing them to quickly plummet to the ground.

Spike was upside down, where he quickly saw his own reflection in a waterfall, he soon felt a pain in his back, forcing him to cross into the waterfall, a stinging sensation to go along with the pain

Damn it he slashed my wings.

He felt him nearing again, except this time Spike was able to block his attack, and kick his opponent square in his muzzle with his fisted claw, causing him to retreat a a bit as Spike expanded his wings.

Still work, thank Celestia.

Spike was able to stop his descent, as another multiple set of slashes were about to occur. Spike just being to counter them.

“Hm, now that I’ve thought about it. You do got a point about the ‘cutting ties’ thing.”

“Do I now? How so?” The Pegasus asked, still bridging the drake with slashes from his sword.

“Well, like you said I still have my mother, and I do care about her immensely.”

“What happened to that macho personality?”

Spike chuckled, as he continued. “Anyway I can understand where your coming from, as she could be used as a weakness. Although I don’t see her being a weakness to me anytime soon, with all these guards protecting her and all.”

“Even still, you cannot fully know the future, just a prediction of it.”

“Yeah, you got a point. But even still that’s one tie, I don’t even get connected with anyone else because in the end, the sands of time are going to get them.” Spike had been too occupied with what he was saying that he lost focus on the fight, the Pegasus taking advantage of this and slashed Spike’s sword in the opposite direction, causing him to go off balance, almost dropping his sword. Then slashing his sword at Spike face, merely missing his eye, but still making a some what of a mark on his scales.

Holy buck…

“Never let your mind wander, but about your thoughts.”

Are you kidding me?

“I can see where you're coming from, although it isn’t healthy to not any friends, just don’t get to attached.”

“So just enough that if the time comes, you’d be able to-” Spike quickly recovered, striking his mentor on his cheek, a line of blood painting his black fur red “kill them.”

“Exactly.”

“Meh, like a said. Killing someone should be a cinch.”

“Than why can’t you kill me?”

“Good point, I guess I got a long way ahead of me.”

The two resumed their slashing and their blocking, sometimes one counter attacking another and leaving a mark.

“You sure do buddy, but there is a way you can use the price to your advantages.”

“And that’s?”

“You're going to start seeing stuff from the logical side of things, predicting what may happen and what your options are. Meaning you will be constantly analyzing everything. When you do this, you’ll start to notice all the good things about life, and that in turn should give you some happiness.”

“Huh, I guess I can kinda see that. But then again I don’t want to turn into those type of beings who say all that mushy stuff to impress some mare. Besides I like having some type of emotion.”

“You're still young Spike, so you never know what you might turn into. But in time you will have to lose all feeling for others, because any love you have for someone just turns into a weakness for you, and when the time strikes, you may chose to save that weakness rather than what is right.”

“Let me guess, you made the wrong choice. What broad did you save? Was she worth it?”

“No, I  made the right choice. It’s just now I have to live with making that choice, where if I just lost all my emotions, than I wouldn't be suffering.”

“What happened Cloud?” Spike said, as his mentor was beginning to lose focus.

“Like I said, you're still way too young.”

Spike smirked, as he slashed his mentor sword in the opposite direction, causing him to become unbalanced. Spike quickly grabbed Cloud by the neck, as he readied his sword’s end to his muzzle, ready to pierce right through him.

“Young enough to be a kid.”





“Rest in peace Cloud... rest in peace.”

But you never did say that this happiness was enough to rid myself of the sadness.

“Captain!” One of the guards yelled, as they sprinted over to the captains deck.

“What’s wrong?” 

Spike looked through the eyeglass, seeing what his crew mate was so worried about.
“Ready the guards for a defense position.”





It was night time in Canterlot, the moon burning a light in the dark sky which went unnoticed by most as they were sleeping comfortably under the blankets of their beds. This ‘most’  also included Princess Celestia. Although she was tossing and turning, as she was experiencing what most called a nightmare, expect this one was based on her son. He was sailing the sea when his ship was attacked by a big brand of pirates.





“They’re grappling on to us!” Spike yelled over the thunder in the background, as canons of both ships were going off. 


“Shit.” Regal said, as the pirates were just about to board. “Spike, I’m going to the main deck to defend.”

Spike nodded, as he looked at this enormous pirate ship, it was going to be one, long, night.

This isn’t good, no doubt their crew outways mine. Gotta think a different tactic here.

But Spike had ran out of time, as the enemies were already swinging on ropes to board his ship. He had no choice, as he leaped upon the wooden coaster that was behind the wheel, standing tall as ever.

“Crew! These pirates at any second are going to invade our ship, let’s see how fast we can make them regret that decision!”

The crew cheered, as the clinging of many hoofs and talionis hit the wooden surface of the ship, the pirates finally arriving with a mighty roar, although the roar was matched with the one that came from Spike’s guards.

Soon the clinging of many swords was heard, as there was at least two pirates for every guard, they were out numbered. Spike had still been standing on the coaster, his claw slowly withdrew to his back, where his sword sheath comfily laid. Spike gripped the handle of his sword, as he slowly withdrew it from it’s temporary prison, and then as fast as lightning slashed it forward, as he leaped down into heap of the battle.

Spike landed into a roll, as he tried to analyze the fight going around him. It was mostly ponies of different races, with a bit of dragons and griffons.

Dragons? I guess they’re looking for a way to increase their hoard.

The dragons were first to notice Spike, as two headed straight for him. The first dragon reached Spike, slashing his sword left-to-right  at Spike. Unfortunately for him, Spike was able to block the slash with his sword, and counteracted the attack, hitting the sword back left, leaving the dragon in an exposed state. Spike quickly dash at him, flipping his sword backwards, as soon as he was close enough, he slashed the sword upwards, it just nearly missing the wooden ground, and cutting the dragon, leaving him even more open. Spike quickly gripped the sword, and swung the sword over his head, and then slashing the dragon in down upright-to-downleft manner, this creating a bloody X on the dragons body. Spike then quickly brought the sword up and over his head, then swung it forward straight down, taking a step as he did so, the blade cutting into the top of the dragon's head, luckily for him it wasn’t enough to kill him, but enough knock him out. Plus with magic and days of recovery would have him back in shape in no time.

The other dragon, just now arriving was beyond in shock of his fellow dragon was dying before his eyes.

“You son of a bitch! I’ll make you pay for that!” The dragon screamed, pointing his sword at Spike.

Spike only smiled, as he, too, raised his sword. 

“Is bits or a cheque enough?” Spike chessily joke, which only infuriated the dragon even more.

The dragon slashed his sword forward at Spike, witch Spike easily blocked clockwise. But before Spike could form an attack on him, the dragon quickly recovered, and slashed his sword two times at Spike’s right shoulder, causing him grunt some pain.

“We may have scales, but a couple of slashes from a sword can change that!” The dragon said, as he tried to slash the shoulder a third time.

However, Spike this time was able to place his sword over his shoulder, just blocking the attack. Then quickly doing a frontflip over the dragon, as he tried to slash the dragon’s head, but the dragon himself was able to block off the attack fast enough. But once had Spike landed, the dragon’s back was open, allowing him to slash another X upon it, and quickly thrusted the handle of his sword into the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.

Spike gripped the sword again, as he looked around the ship. His guards were able to hold off the pirates well enough, this giving Spike an idea. Looking at his own roping system on his ship, he quickly yelled at Regal, who was currently holding his own.

“Regal, hold them off for five minutes, I need to do something.”

Regal was currently using all his strength as his sword was grinding against another. So much that the area where the sword touch, it was orange. 

“To do what?” Regal yelled, as he managed to push forward, sending the pony he was fighting a few feet back, he quickly filled the gap, and headbutted the poor guy, as he force caused him to tumble over board. Regal paid no mind, as he looked over to Spike, who was now in air, clinging to a rope.

You can’t be serious.

Indeed he was. Spike was now boarding their ship, something only someone so courages like Spike could do. From Spike’s perspective, there were still quite a few of pirates on board, and some that were preparing for him. Spike swung off the rope, and just landed on the ship. There was a griffon to the left of him, slashing his sword down upon Spike, but he quickly use the sheath that was laying on his back to block it, and then quickly use his left leg to kick the griffon down the steps. Spike looked around him, analyzing his background, as his plan was now formed. Spike dashed forward, jumped, and rolled in the air; while doing so he brought out his sword, as it began rolling with him. Luckily, the pirates in front of him had enough time to duck. Once Spike landed, he quickly did a one eighty, where a rope to ascend was. He quickly gripped it and quickly slashed the rope next to it, causing him to ascend the to scout lookout was. Spike landed on the platform where indeed a scout with a rife was, who just turned to see Spike. But before he could do anything, Spike at swung his sword upward, cutting the rifle in half, and just grazing his chin. After Spike quickly dashed into him with his shoulder, pushing the scout overboard and into the ocean.

“My bad!” Spike quickly yelled, as heard a loud splash.

Spike then quickly ascend the ship by claw a little bit more, climbing upon the wood that led to a black flag. Once fully at the top, Spike cut the flag off from it’s base, and quickly swung it over his shoulders, as it hit his back, he tied a knot around his neck, tying the flag to himself. Luckily for Spike, he left his cloak in his quarters on the ship. Spike then descended the ship a bit, before he leaped off it, and landing once more back on the ship. He then let out a mighty roar, attracting the attentions of many pirates, before hopping up into a coaster

“Have none of you noticed that your flag has gone missing?” Spike quickly rose the flag in the air, before letting fly with the wind. “I’m Prince Spike, nice to meet ya. I’m the dragon that has been training close to a thousand years. Not only that but a dragon that can transform his size to twice of this ship. What make’s you think you can take me and my crew.” Spike leaped down, his imdenting size frighting some pirates, as he played the fear card. “I’ve fought against the entire griffon empire, taken down so so many armies.” Spike lowered himself to a bunch of guards, as he whispered. “So I’m going to recommend you stand down, your choice though. I mean no more blood needs to be shed on a night like today.”  

That about did it, as most of the pirates dropped their swords and drop to the ground in sign of surrender. However though, amidst the some that had fallen to the ground, one stood tall, as he began walking over to Spike.

“I, the captain of this ship will not stand down. I’ve taken over many military ships myself, and personally think that you are just like the the rest.”

Spike chuckled. “Well, if there’s something I hate being called, his being like others.”

The captain reached Spike, as he withdrew his sword, pointed it at Spike.

“I agree, it certainly is a pain when beings tell me I’m like any other pirate.”

Spike with drew his sword at the captain, the standoff just starting.

He didn’t even flinch, I like this guy!

“Don’t worry, I know your pain.”

The captain chuckled, as he slashed his sword sideways at Spike. Spike quickly slashing the sword down, but as he did so, the captain quickly pulled his sword out, and did a back flip, his talons smacking across his cheek, and then his sword slashing in the same place.

This one is smart, he’s already thought of a fighting plan in his head. But I do guess that was luck. Now then, let’s see what else he has in store.

Once he had landed, he tried to slash Spike in a downleft-to-upper right way, Spike quickly blocked the sword at his shoulder once more, sending him off guard. But just as Spike was going to attack, the captain dropped his sword to his left talon, and slashing it upright at Spike, making contact with the now weak scaled shoulder, but after making contact, Spike quickly kicked the griffin away.

So he’s using deception of weakness to his advantage. Clever, works perfectly against any other swords man. But to captains and those who were well trained, it won’t work.

Regal and the rest of Spike’s crew had been watching the fight, no one dared stepped in. But most were wondering why Spike hadn’t just ended right there and then. The only one having the faintest idea going on was Regal.

Is he testing him on what he knows? Almost like he did when…





“Whatcha think you’re doing kid? These maggots of security are not allowed to be up here with us upper class citizens.” The guards said, taking a break from their beatings.

The kid the guard was talking to, stood up tall, as the ones behind him sunk to the ground.

“Their just looking for some bits for food! Unlike you, they didn’t get the easy life!”

“Hm, easy life? You think be a royal guard for the fantastic Celestia is easy?”

“Easier than being poor!”

The guards chuckled, as they took a stance to the kid. They were to sure to make sure to teach a kid a lesson once more.

“We’ll make you eat those words kids.”

The two guards were about to strike the kid, the kid still standing tall, not even flinching. Although before any actions could be taken, there was a loud whistle sound in the air, stopping everyone then and there. Everyone looked around for where it was originating from, before their eyes laid upon the large cloaked mysterious figure.

“I never knew it was a guards job to hit kids for standing up for what’s right.” The mysterious hooded figure said, a few feet away from the situation. The guards didn’t like this being’s attitude against their almighty level in justice.

“It is if the kid is doing something that is harm to the great justice created by the almighty Princess Celestia.” The guards temper with this being was running short.

“Really, dude? Almighty? I wouldn’t even call her that.”

The guards were beyond furious at this figure for demoting their beautiful goddess.

“Then what would you call her, you ungrateful ape?”

The figure smirked, as he un-hooded himself.

“I guess I’d call her mother.”

The guards and almost all who stood near where speechless. Spike, or rather Prince Spike: son of Celestia, stood before them. The guards drop to the ground in worship. 

“We’re sorry, oh great Prince Spike, we didn’t know it was you! Please accept our apologies and forgive us of our sins!” The guards were almost crying, as if they were about to receive the death penalty.

Are they serious?

Spike stood in disbelief, looking down at the two pitiful beings before him.

“Ah… okay? You’re free to go, but just don’t do it again.” Spike said with confusion paint over his face.

They nodded quickly, as they sprinted away. In their dust still stood the kid, still standing tall in front of the Prince of Equestria. Spike finally took notice to him, as he stretched his back, turning his head to look at him.

“So, kid. What’s your name?” Spike asked, as a large crack echoed through the wind.

“If I’m being honest, then I would say that’s none of your business, Prince.” The kid said, not even flinching before royalty.

“Well, honestly is an element. One that might fit you, I might add. Also, forget about the whole royalty thing. I honestly don’t think it doesn't fit me. The name’s Spike.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Silence stood for a bit more. The ones the kid was protecting were now gone, as well as some others. Spike in his head was deducting the kid, as he continued to stretch his body a bit. Once done, he had figured out his personality, now it was time to see how well he meant it.

“So kid, you know what the rules are for disobeying the guards, or rather, a Prince, right?”

“A sentence.” The kid said instantly, he didn’t even flinch at the words.

“Correct. Me being royalty, I sentence you to a fight to the death. Your opponent shall be me.”  Spike pulled out a pony sized sword from his back, but the handle itself was a bit odd. He threw it up in the air, before catching it with his claw, than pointing it at the kid.

“But, if you admit to that what you were doing was wrong, then I’ll give you a pardon.”

The kid chuckled. “Isn’t it against the law to lie to royalty?”

Spike too chuckled, as he tossed the swords up at the air, catching it by the tip of the blade. The handle facing the kid.

The kid, however, was staring at the weird handle of the blade. 

“It’s a new type of sword.” Spike started. “It’s handle is especially meant for ponies, as the round part clicks around the hoof, and the movable slate allows to extend and move around easier, it’s quite neat.”

The kid eyed it for a bit, before taking it from Spike, and attaching it to his own right hoof. Once he adjusted correctly, it snapped into place.

“Not going to lie, it feels pretty good.”

Spike smirked, as he withdrew his own sword.

“Shall we begin?”





“Some things don’t change, do they Spike?” Regal said, enjoying the waves of nostalgic waving over him.

Back on the ship, the captain was getting back up, wiping a bit of blood from his beak. 

Spike touched his now weak right shoulder, retraction bit from the jolt of pain from his claw’s contact with it.

“You’re pretty good.” Spike started. “But shall we begin?”

The captain smiled, as he charged at Spike. Spike doing the same.  Spike swung his sword in a left-to-right manner, the captain doing the opposite. Although once the sworde met, Spike kicked the captain up. Spike slashing his sword upwards, but the captain was fast enough to block it. Spike however put force on to this swords, pushing the captain fast back to the ground behind Spike. Although once fallen, he bucked Spike legs as he just turned around, causing him to fall to the ground, and his sword to be thrown up in the air. He then tried stabbing his sword forward into Spike face, luckily for Spike it was a couple of inches off. Spike then pushed his claws forward onto the ground, then putting force into his legs, causing body to bend over his head, then grabbing with the captain with his clawed feet, Spike did a quick spin with his claws, and threw the captain into the wooden beam, the force strong enough causing it to snap. Spike pushed off one of his claws, sending him back up to a standing position, he then quickly grabbed his sword, just in time to start slashing the now falling beam, making it to turn into many pieces. Although just as Spike had his sights back on the captain, he dashed forward, jumping over Spike and his sword just gracing Spike’s shoulder. Spike turned around just in time to see the captain, expect the captain was backwards, and in his right talons was a musket.

“Nighty night, Prince.” His right claw was on the trigger, and his back right talon was holding the rifle.

Spike didn’t have time to move, as he fired the rifle, and then dashed at Spike. The bullet made contact with Spike’s belly, but luckily his scales did enough to not do any damage to Spike. However though, it did send him unguard, as the captain was inches away from him.

“Bye bye!” The captain said, as he impaled his sword into Spike’s weaken shoulder. Spike’s scales were far too weak from the multiple slashes to prevent the sword from entering from and exiting through Spike’s shoulder.

Spike felt in immense amount of pain, as blood shout out of his now pierced shoulder. He was in too much pain to see if a bone had been broken. Spike had dropped to his knees, as the sword was now touching the wood of the ship.





Celestia had woken up with a start, shooting straight up from her bed. She could feel the tears pouring down her cheek, as she had just witnessed in her dream her son being stabbed.

He’s too good of a swordsman for that to happen, right?

Celestia was soon broken out of thought, as she heard crying from not to far away. Celestia made no haste of getting out of bed, and checking out the sound. After walking down the corridor a bit more, Celestia finally found the source of the crying. It was coming from Cadence’s room. She knocked the door, before entering the young alcorn's room.

“Candace, it’s me Celestia. Is everything okay?” Celestia said calmly, as she searched amidst the darkness for the filly. 

Finally, her eyes laid upon the bed, as she saw the little filly in a fetal state. She was crying as if someone she loved had died. Celestia made no haste into hugging the young filly, as she cried upon her fur.

“Candace, what’s the matter?” Celestia asked, as the filly tried to calm down her breathing.

“I had a nightmare!” The filly wined, still unable to control her tears.

“It’s okay Candace. It was just a dream.” Celestia tried to calm down the filly, but to no avail.

“Yeah, but it was a sad and scary one!”

“I know, I know. Maybe it would help if you told me what it was about?” Celestia waited a few seconds, before the filly nodded, able to calm down a little bit.

“It was about Spike. I dreamt that he was on a boat, before it was attacked by some meanie pirates.”

Celestia felt her own breath shorten, as she too had shared the same dream.

“T-then what happened next?” Celestia urged her to continue, as she too was quickly becoming sadden.

“Spike then got into a fight with this griffon or something. They fought for a bit before the griffon stabbed Spike!” The filly broke into a full fit of tears, as Celestia hugged her even more.

Silence stood in the room a bit more, as both mares were scared for Spike. Celestia mind thinking of what to say or do.





Spike was still on his knees, as the captain laughed. Boasting over his victory over this supposedly legendary Prince.

“Do you all see what I have done! I have beaten one of the most legendary dragons known! You might as well hand over all you got and your ship. Unless you want to end up like your precious Prince.”

The captain looked at the now fallen drake, the stance he was in made for a perfect beheading. 

Everyone else on the Lighting wind had dropped their sword, and bowed down in defeat. All but Regal, but he was quickly seized. From a overview, it looked like chaos had won.

Although if you were to look at Spike, you would see that he had been smirking the entire time.





Celestia gasped, as she let out a small giggle as she almost forgotten. Cadance noticed the sudden change, and was able to ask Celestia.

“What are you giggling about?” Candace asked.

Celestia had stopped giggling to look at the young teen filly, happy about what she just remembered.

“There is no need to worry anymore Cadence. Spike’s going to be fine.”

“How do you know that?” 

Celestia looked out to the window, admiring the sky. 

“Because Spike never gives up.”





Spike sat on his knees, his smirk increasing. Soon it started turning into a small chuckle. The sudden noise brought most attention to Spike, even those who had surrendered. Everyone was speechless, as they had no clue why he was chuckling in a time like this. But before anyone could ask, his chuckling turned into a full fit of laughter, casing the captain frustration.

“What the heck are you laughing about, I stabbed your shoulder, captured your crew hostage and stole your ship.” 

Spike laughed even more, before he stood up, the sword now being lifted off the deck of the ship. He soon stretched his back, as the sword fidget around in the gash, this surely must be causing Spike more pain, but he had no intentions of showing it.

He must be playing the fear card.

The sword caused a bit more blood to be shed, but Spike didn’t even notice it. He had his mind on something else.

“Man, you wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been waiting for someone to have the will to fight me again. The last time I found someone like that was Regal. Sure you may be to indulge in greed, but you still fought me one to one, and did a good job I might add.”

The captain stood in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I was able to trick you with deception and was able to stab you in the shoulder.”

“Not exactly. Deception is a clever card to play. However, it won’t work against those in high regards of the sword. You did, however, get me with the gun thing. I didn’t see that one coming. And with the stabbing, also good. But you should’ve beheaded me when you got the chance, instead you were bathing in victory. Now than, I now recommend you give up.” Spike gripped his claws on the sword handle, as he slowly pulled it out of his shoulder. Everyone stood with their jaws dropped, as Spike was just about to fully pull it out. He, then, finally forced it out, and slashed it to the right of him, removing his blood off the blade. He then pointed it at the captain.

“Because I too have my own tricks.” And with that, a orange glow came from Spike’s claw, as a orange mist shot from it, heading towards the sword. Once it made contact, it instantly shot to the end of it, a fire traveling along with it. The mist enchanted the sword with a fire. After, a green aura shrone from Spike right claw, the mist going to Spike’s shoulder and healed it.

“Any damage you do, I can just heal it just like that.” Spike quickly snapped his claws, and the wound appeared to be healed.

Not only that, but I’ve got my own deception to share as well.

The captain stood motionless for a couple of seconds, appearing to be lost in thought. Although he soon came to a conclusion, as dropped to one knee and surrendered.

“I give up, you win.” The captain said, as he looked around his ship, looking at his crew members. “As your captain, I command you to drop your weapons.”

Members looked at each others, before complying with their captains request.

Spike’s guards, rose to their hoofs. As they all cheered in victory. Spike however, didn’t cheer, but offered a claw to the captain. He was confused, but accepted it up however.

“Thanks.” The captain stated, before he asked question that had been on his mind. “So, what are you going to do with us?”

Spike looked up the sky, a claw on his lip as he thought. The extra brightness of the sky helping him reach a conclusion.

“Hmm, I guess just plain letting you go.” 

The captain stood confused, waiting for the dragon to say ‘just joking’ or something like that. But at last he didn’t, leaving him in confusion.

“Wait, are you serious? But why?”

The dragon smiled, as he retracted the fire on the sword, and removing the green mist from his shoulder, revealing a hole to the other side.

“Because you’re a good fighter, and fight for what he believes. Although something may have happen to change what is right, I still sense some good in you. Besides, I may need a favour in the future sometime, and I want a good fighter on my side.” Spike held his right claw, one that connect to his weak shoulder.

The captain looked at the gash on the dragon’s shoulder, before he let out a small fit of laughter. 

He used deception against me!

The captain soon finished his laughter, as he smiled. Meeting his claw with his talon.

“You got yourself a deal.”

“Also, I recommend stopping the pirate life. But the choice is yours.”

As soon as they stopped shaking, Spike left and boarded his own ship. On the horizon they could see that the storm was soon to stop, and that their destination wasn’t to far away. Spike looked over to the ship next to him, as both captains had returned to their wheels.

“Hey, so I never caught your name!” Spike yelled, as his crew return to their positions.

“The name’s Talon! Yours?!”

“Spike, Spike The Dragon.”

“Ah, Spike them. I hope our paths meet again soon!”

“As do I, hopefully we won’t be getting boarded though.”

The two both shared a last laugh, as the two ships parted way.

“Full sails! I want every scrap of wind on it!” Spike yelled, as the sails were fully released.

Spike had only his left claw on his the wheel, as his right arm was hanging down.

“So, your arms busted then.” Regal said, as he made his appearance known.

“Yep. It was a pain holding it up, but it was the only way to fully play the fear card.”

“I’m starting to think you’ve lost all emotions, and just think everything in a logical way.” Regal chucked, sensing his statement was true.

Spike also joined Regal in the laugher, as he looked behind him. Talons ship sailing strong.

“Anyway, it’s about time we healed that arm.” Regal stated, as he approach Spike, preparing his magic.

“Be my guest.”

Regal pointed his horn at the gash, as a green aura formed around it. 

“Remember Spike, this is going to sting a bit.”

Regal then unleashed the magic on the arm, a green mist traveling along the hole of stabbing. Every contact the mist made, felt like Spike was getting stabbed again.

A little sting?!

“Aright, that should do it.” Regal announced, as he took a small briefer. “But Spike, you must be more careful. Magic can only do so much. It’ll take at least two weeks for the arm to heal, if not more without proper medical treatment.”

“Don’t worry Regal. I understand completely.” 

Silence stood for bit more, as the lighting wind was finally out of the storm.

“So Spike, why did you let the pirate go anyway?”

Spike didn’t say anything for a few seconds, enjoying the light of the moon once more. Seeing it crystal clear again was astringing.

“Well Regal, he actually reminded me of you. He’s true to his word, and fight’s for what he believes, no matter what. Sure it may be something bad, but nonetheless he fights for a reason. Plus I can tell he has some good in him still. Everyone does.” 

“How can you say that Spike? I know everyone still has a small good bit somewhere, but I didn’t really see it in him.”

“Because, judging from his personality, he’s not a sore loser. Meaning most likely that’s he actully a humble griffin. But announcing that he had done a big feat, was the only way to play the fear card, as it did work. Also, he could've beheaded me right then and there, but he didn’t. That’s why I think he’s a good guy, just something’s happen to him.”

“Huh, I guess you go a point. And you did also play the fear card, so that make’s more sense. Does that mean you still see some good in yourself?”

“Meh, there are no good people who wield swords. Because both do the same thing with them, just they do it on different beings.”

Silence stood once more, aside from the crew members who were hard at work.

“Do you think you’re doing it on the right beings?” Regal asked, him to thinking about it.
“I wonder everyday if I am, and all I can do is hope I am. Because in the end, we are unable to see it from all perspectives, because what one thinks is wrong, is what the other thinks is right. I’m actually starting to think there is no right anymore.”

Regal kept silent for bit, almost agree with the words. He looked up at the sky, seeing the light from the moon brought a smile to his muzzle that was hidden behind a mask.

“Hey, don’t think like that Spike. I can’t believe Spike, the one that is able to see a shipping glowing in the light, is saying words like that. As long as we’re keeping beings safe and happy, that’s what’s right to us and that is something worth fighting for.”

Spike kept his eyes still on the sea, as a smile was forming across his lips.

“I didn’t expect that kind of thinking form you Regal. You certainly will make a fine captain one day. But you are right; as right as your logic.”

Regal chuckled, as he began to take his position as ship master. But he couldn’t stop eyeing Spike’s right arm, as Spike was right handed, it kept bringing a thought to Regal’s mind.

“So Spike, how are you going to fight this wrong with a busted arm?”

Spike finally took his eyes off the ocean, as he looked at Regal.

“Well, I was thinking with my left arm.”

Damn, you're so cliche.
	
> Chapter 2: I Know You!
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The morning sun began to rise from the east; it’s brilliant rays of lights marking it a start to a new day. Any awake inhabitants of the‘Lighting Wind’ stared at the astonishing view -- a little smile tugging at their lips. Unfortunately, they bid the view a good bye, as the ship neared the land’s dock’s. 

The harbour which they were entering belonged to the town called Basilisk, which then connected to the Badlands. The, ‘wasteland’ (Which many called it), was comprised of many dragons, as well as many other creatures you’d best astray from. Though it was hostile place to live, some do manage to live in these parts with ease. You must keep in mind: there are a lot of lifestyle to live by.

Though back at the ship. Spike currently was standing at the wheel; his left claw gripping onto one of the many pubs the wheel offered; his right arm remaining limp. Regal stood where any good-shipmaster should, right next to their captain -- though he occasionally dozed off. The duo stared out to the docks -- which few ships were docked. While letting his eyes wonder, Spike noticed a familiar dragon standing at pier. Spike smiled; nostalgica returning to him.

“Hey, Regal,” said Spike. “Think you can dock the ship for me?” 

“Uh, sure,” answered Regal, taking the wheel. “Any reason why though?”

“Gotta go meet an old friend.” 

And with that, Spike left the wheel and passed the little fence where a small staircase stood; he jogged down them onto the ship’s deck. He received a few salutes from his comrades as he walked the deck. Spike now stood tall by the edge, watching the wooden bridge draw near. Once the Lighting Wind closed in, Spike hopped on over onto the bridge, resulting in a loud bop! He stood tall once more, and began walking down the bridge to where the red-dragon stood; the look of impatience plastered across his face. Once they were a few feet away, both studied one another. The crimson-dragon was roughly the same size of Spike, their bodies almost matching as well. After a brief moment, both dragons smiled at one-another. Each raised out their claws and gave a firm shake, before bringing it in close for a shoulder thrust.

“It’s been too long, Spike,” said the dragon.

“You're telling me, Garble. It’s been, what? Three hundred years since we last saw each other?” 

“Roughly,” Garble muttered. “Although, I recall your last words being ‘I’m never stepping foot into dragon territory again.’”

“Hmm, I remember it being something like that. Although,” began Spike, “considering what happened: I still believe I was in the right to say those words.” Spike chuckled.  “Then again, back then I was quite flippant, uncaring, callous even!”

“You’re telling me!” exclaimed Garble. “The amount of trouble you got us into with that damn attitude of yours is too damn high!”

“Hey now! Wasn’t you that suggested we steal from that dragon? That causing us to go three-on-one with him?

“Please, don’t remind me. I still don’t know how you were so calm at the time; I surely thought we were going to die!”





A time, long ago, which neither dragon can recall correctly.

The red-burning sun sat high above the orange sky. The temperature was worse than that of a heat-wave. Although, if you had scales like most creatures of these lands, then today could be consider an ‘average’ day. Under the hot-sun stood many mountains which included many caves. Three teenage dragons stood before a cave that stood tall upon a mountain; one of the many spreaded throughout the lands belonging to that of the dragons. Although this one kept something slightly more valuable than the rest: as this one contain a dragon’s hoard.

“The rumors say it’s this cave,” said the fire-red dragon, who kept on inspecting the cave.

“Come on!” exclaimed a snow-white dragoness. “A cave as big as this has to be it!” 

The third dragon, however -- who stood in the middle of the two -- sighed. His eyelids felt heavy, his face expressionless. He was simply bored, as he came to feel like more as of lately.

“How about you, Spike?” asked the red-dragon. “You think this is the right one?” 

“Yeah, Spike!” exclaimed once more the female. “This is it, right?” 

Spike couldn’t help but lower his head and release a more audible sigh.

“Personally,” Spike began, as he rose his head, “I think you two are idiots.”

The duo become irritated -- the female even hissing at the drake, he did not falter.

“But, if you do want my opinion, I say screw it and enter it anyway. Life is always most interesting with surprises.”

“Yeah, but that life get’s cut short when that ‘surprise’, is a humongous dragon!”

“Huh, Garble, I for one thought that you weren’t the type to get scared. Especially around a girl.” Spike stated.

“I not that type of dragon!” Garble yelled. “Though I’m not so sure about you? So, how about you, Mr. Tough Guy. You go in there and find out what it contains.”

“Is that a bet?”

“You bet it is.” 

“Alright then.” Spike began to stride towards towards the cave, the darkness consuming him as he entered.

Meanwhile, the two dragons stood in shock -- for both his bravery and his stupidity. The dragoness -- turning her head right -- asked the fire-dragon a question.

“Do you think he’s going to be alright?” 

“Why don’t you go find out?” answered Garble.

“I’d rather not.”

“Why not, don’t you have what those ponies call, ‘courage’?”

“I do. Just death is something a fear a bit too much.”

“Cleary Spike doesn't.”

“Think Spike’s alrig-”

“BUCK!” a inbound flying dragon screamed as landed on the ground and rolled a bit, dirtying his top jacket and his jeans. Garbel, looking down at Spike, return his gaze to the dragoness. “Let me ask him.” Crouching down, Garbel asked: “Hey Spike, you alright?”

“Doing just fine,” huffed out Spike -- though he wasn’t the only one huffing. From the cave glowed two orange eyes and a strong steady stream, as well as a rancid breath. Spike picked himself up from the ground and dusted off his jeans; his eyes wandering to the cave: where a beast of a dragon was emerging. He didn’t look too please.

The red-dragon looked to the snowhite one. “Know any excuse that’ll get us out of here.” She shook her head. “Great,” mutter he.

Once Spike was satisfied that most of the dirt was off, he stood up tall and pointed his index figure at the now towering dragon. “Don’t you know?” began Spike. “You're supposed to treat your guest and show them care, not throwing them out the door!”

“This is my cave which no guest has ever stayed! Nonetheless, I know of no guest who’d steal from their host. These here, are my possessions! Not, YOURS!” yelled the dragon. Though as he spoke, with each letter he pronounced, silva escaped from his lips and landed on the teens.

“Hey!” called Spike. “Say it, don’t spray it!”

“How dare you insult my tongue.” 

“Uh, Spike?” began the fire-dragon. “Maybe it’s best you’d apologies.”

“Your friend speaks wisdom,” said the spitting dragon.

“Why should I apologize; I mean what’s he going to do?” The dragon grumbled.

“Stop it Spike! You’re making him angry!”

“What?” Spike asked confused, walking up to the large dragon. “This guy? We couldn’t make him mad, he’s the cutest wutesty dragon that ever lived!” Spike expressed with all the sweetness and sarcasm his pride would allow.

The dragon -- who was beyond angry --  had lowered his head down side-ways to Spike, and tried snapping at him. Spike luckily leaped away at the last second.

“Hey! While you can buy me dinner, you can’t have me for dinner!” 

“Some dragons, eh?” He turned to his friends. “Don’t have any common goodness.”

“S-Spike, I wouldn’t piss off that dragon anymore, he looks like he’s about to eat you!”

“What, this guy?” Spike asked as he pointed a claw over his shoulder to the dragon, “he wouldn’t hurt a fly-” Spike was cut off by a mouth that was eclipsing his view of the sun, in it’s place he saw a throat, and he felt saliva consuming him, as he heard the ground beneath him snap!

“SPIKE!” Yelled the dragons in horror, as the mouth which contain Spike rose to it’s full height.

The dragons wanted to save Spike; they wanted to do something, but what? With only their claws and special flames, they were useless to fight against a dragon of that magnitude. But they simply just couldn’t stand there. They stood and thought like never before.

Although, before any plan could be hatched -- the large dragon appeared to be struggling, as his mouth looked like it was being strained to keep closed. But the efforts were in vain, as the mouth slowly agaped, and small purple claws were increasing the gap.
“What did I just say?” irrtaily said Spike. “Buy me dinner, sure. Have me for dinner, no way, pal.” There was a small sense of struggle in his words, as the mouth he stood on had reached its extent. 

The dragon looked down to his jacket, becoming irritated by what he saw.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, dude! Not only did you get my jacket and pants wet -- not in the good way mind you -- but now they're going to smell like your rotten breath. But then again, this entire land is rotten.”

Spike slowly shuffle to the tip of the mouth; trying to exit the slimy prison. 

“You know what pal? I think it’s about time I repaid you for the favour!”

Spike escaped from being dinner, as he leaped from the mouth, moments later it snapping shut. Although while in the air, Spike quickly grappled onto the dragon's snout, and flung himself up in the air. He quickly grabbed the sword which hung on his back and withdrew it, then landing at the tip of the dragon’s long nose. 

Good thing my face isn’t reptile like that yet. Puberty going to suck.

Spike began to run along the nose, eventually winding up by the forehead. He leaped in the air, and prepared to slash the dragon’s carrot colored eye.

“Is Spike crazy?” asked the female.

“Pretty sure.” answered the male.

Spike’s sword -- which was strong enough to cut through scales -- met at the center of the forehead, and made it’s way down-west, aiming for the left eye. The dragon screamed in agony as the sword finished -- the dragon quickly covered his eye.

“Don’t worry,” said Spike, “I made sure the sword didn’t say hi to your eye; but that scar should attract you some dragoness: who you can now have over as guest.” Spike’s speech only pissed of the dragon even more; he raised his nose and sent Spike flying up -- intending to catch him once more in his mouth. 

Spike, descending to the mouth once more, couldn’t help but think: This is the life!

Twisting his shoulder with his sword now behind his neck; Spike neared the mouth. Upon inches away, Spike spun his body, the sword following suit.

CUKING!

The dragon screamed once more as Spike fell to the ground. This time, the dragon covered his mouth as blood leaked through his claws. Spike landed -- as did a large item -- he couldn’t help but smirk. Next to him laid the dragon’s tooth.

“Payback’s a pain, ain’t it. Almost like a toothache, I’m pretty sure you’ve experienced one, no?” The dragon tried to respond, but only a muffled cry was heard. “Now,” he pointed his sword at the dragon, “I warned you twice, you did not listen. Take this punishment as a lesson, will ya?” The dragon stared daggers at Spike, he simply turned around. 

“Whelp,” said Spike, stretching out his back, “think it’s about time we headed on back. This dragon’s poorer than us.”

“I’m going to kill you!” The dragon tried to say, blood spurting out along with his words.

Spike only sighed, as he turned back to the dragon. He twirled his sword in-between his claws: any blood sticking to it coming immediately off. Spike took a stance, pointing his blade at the dragon. “There’s your  three warnings, no more. End this now, or we’ll shall see it to the end.” The dragon made no signs of giving up. Spike sighed and looked down. Though while doing so, he noticed that his typical green jacket was now almost all red from all the blood.

Releasing a sigh once more, the drake looked to the dragon.

“Once we’re done this; I’m sending you the check for the cleaning bill!” 





Back at a time to be forgotten except by few.

“It still slightly amazes me how you were so calm,” Garble stated, the faintness of nostalgia returning to him. “Well, usually the perk of being flippant is that you're also unflappable. Most dragons have this.” Spike said the last sentence with his head tilted and his eyebrows up in a teasing manner.

“You saying I’m not a true dragon!” Garble yelled as if his pride were on the line.

“Of course not. Although, I’m not the one that ran away,” Spike said while trying to suppress a chuckle.

“Well than again, you weren't dragon enough to even want to steal from it.”

“True, I didn’t. That dragon was huge!” 

“Well, either way it’s a good thing you were a dick at the time, or else we might not be having this conversation right now. Although, it would appear you’ve changed a bit. Those namby-pamby ponies change you into a goody two shoes or something?” Spike smiled as he threw an arm around Garble, the two walking towards the end of the pier, which lead to the nearby town. “I was always a goody two shoes -- even in my early teens years. It’s just now I’m just seeing everything from it’s good side.”

“Isn’t your field of work in the bad side of things.” 

“Yep.”

“So… how does that work?”

“Not as good I would want it to.” Garble was to speak; when a new voice entered. 

“Hey, Spike! The guards are all ready to go, and the ship is anchored!” Regal yelled to the two dragons as the many Dranic Guards stood behind him.

While Spike greeted the ponies; Garble sighed from their presence. Garble turned Spike and looked him in the eyes. 

“Seriously? You brought your namby-pamby ponies out here? Not only are they even weaker than griffons -- which are still weak compared to us -- but they're going to piss of the town with just their presence.”

“We’re not that weak!” a guard yelled at the adolescent dragon.  “Our three different types gives us the advantage in the fields of battle!” another guard yelled, feeling most irritated by the dragon’s words.

“Please, you have fur for starters. Secondly, dragons outweigh unicorns in the fields of magic. Thirdly, dragon wings are so much stronger than those of Pegasus. And lastly, Dragons have strength is un-comparably -- especially to earth ponies. Hence the reason why all of you are going to get slaughter out here; you're pretty much useless, if anything but a body shield for us dragons,” Garble bosted.

Most guards looked like they were going to attack Garble right then and there, this including Regal. However before anything could happen, Spike spun Garble to look at him.

“Garble, I hope you can hear this. These ‘namby-pamby’ ponies sailed for two and a half months just to get here. And during these months, they been having a great time, even though they left family and friends at home and are also certain to meet a certain doom.  I’m not going to just stand here and let you down-talk them like that, and I implore that you say sorry to them.” Gamble only chuckle. “I see you living around these ponies has made you weak like them, I’m already starting to miss the old you.” 

“Garble with your current behaviour, you’re lucky if I don’t take you off the field and assign you to the paper work.” Garble kept silent for a few seconds, before seeing Spike was indeed serious. He simply walked forward, not speaking another word.

“What about their apologies?” Spike called out to the drake, who was now entering the town. “I’m not saying sorry.” The stubborn dragon said, leaving them alone. Silence overtook for a few seconds, before a new but familiar voice was heard. “He sure is a stubborn one, isn’t he Spike?” Regal asked, still irritated by the dragon’s words. “Are we any better? Plus, that’s the way he was raised. Most dragons would have just killed you for talking back, or given a much worst insult, Spiky,” he said as he flicked Regal’s hair. “I guess, but it still doesn't excuse his actions.”

Spike said nothing more on the matter, as he changed the subject.

“You should probably get going, the meeting is one hour from now at the ‘Scales’ pub. You can’t miss it, it’s a large bar at the center of the town. Although, don’t ask anyone for directions, and heed my earlier words.”

“You're not coming with us, Spike?” Regal asked. This was not a safe place to be -- even with guards.

“Nah, I have some nostalgia to visit.” Spike then headed off on his own, but when he was coming close to the town, one last thing appeared in his mind. He turned to them one last time: “Also, don’t drink the alcohol here. If it’s strong for a dragon, then it will practically kill you!” And with that, Spike left into a somewhat familiar old town.
> Chapter 3: Oh Dear King, Am I Worthy So?
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Spike strolled through Basilisk. A sway in his step as countless memories came to mind; all of them regarding the land he currently walked upon. Spike never really connect to his dragon heritages. Even in his younger teen years he disliked other dragons, and never gave into his greed -- not even once.

Cloud was always on top of that, wasn’t he. I remember when I was about to amass my first hoard. Oh dang, was he pissed.

Spike found himself thinking about his long-lost mentor lately, and he hadn’t known why. You could say it was because Cloud sent Spike here to do important things here and there -- trying to connect him to his roots. But then again; Spike had been thinking about him back at the castle. Though his current quest could be the cause for these thoughts to stir, as the Dragon King and Cloud were surprisingly close. 

I wonder what has happened to the King? More than likely…. he’s dead. Which is bad news if he is. I mean, he was a good dragon, but he had the strength to put all the dragons of these lands in their place. Now, we have a someone who was not only able to defeat him, but wants all Tatars to break lose. And I get to fight him. Great.

Cole ran a claw through his smooth head as he gather his thoughts.

Sadly, the odds are not in my favour. And even if I do beat him: who’s going to replace the King? I mean, I could, but the ‘Prince’ title is already worse enough. So not only do I need to somehow defeat this… whoever or whatever it is, but I also need to find someone to replace the King. It’s going to be a long day.

Spike sighed as he continued to walk; pondering what to do about his current predicament. Spike had become glad that he had left his outfit back at the ship; as a heat-wave attacked the town. Spike though still carried his sword -- it clinging to his back. Spike received the sword from Cloud not to long before his disappearance, and had named it, “Green Flame”

Spike withdrew the sword from it’s sheath, reflecting upon it. It was a large and heavy sword -- even for dragon-standards, as it was seven-and-a-half feet tall to be exact. Although to Spike: it appeared normal -- him being eight-and-a-half feet. The blade was a massive broadsword; notches running along it’s silver length -- though it had a tint of green. The hilt was silver with small inclined green lines running in circles. With a pommel of two half-dragons on either side spurring out a curved-flame.The guard was that of a dragon you’d see on ancient scroll. On the blade was engraved a green-flame, and on the other side a red-outlined pony

To most, the sword would be impossible to hold. But to Spike, he could swirl it in between his claws. Garble wasn’t kidding when it came to dragon’s having strength.

Now that I think about, it was in this town that you gave me this sword, wasn’t it, Cloud?





Walking through the lands belonging to the species called dragons, were a pegasus, and a pony-hatched dragon. Although it was pony-hatched, the teenage dragon was still -- quite frankly -- a prick. Although he had something that differentiated him from other dragons, even if no one else saw it.

Spike and Cloud had been walking in complete silence as they made their way to their destination. Spike, however, being one who couldn’t handle absolute silence, tried breaking the ice. “Huh. I always knew the Dragon Lands is a land without music. Wouldn’t you agree, Cloud?” Spike asked, as he looked over to his mentor. He did not reply.

Huh, I guess he’s taking this whole thing serious.

“You alright, Cloud? You seem... tense.” 

Not a word again. Spike sighed and gave up. Though to his surprise; Cloud stopped trotting.

“Spike, I know as a teen you're going through this nonchalant phase. But I would very much appreciate it if you actually acted like a gentle-drake today. Especially seeing how we’re going to be under the grace presence of the Dragon-King. So please: don’t make him your foe.” Cloud said. He then took a seat on the paved road.

While listening to his words; Spike noticed that he seemed … tired. He waited a few seconds before talking. “Well, you know what they say: ‘Call no being a foe, but never love a stranger.’” Spike quoted as he began to walk again.

Cloud had a small smile on his muzzle, as he too began to trot.

“I forgot how much you liked quotations,” Cloud said in his usual tone. 

Spike smlied at the words. “Yeah, there’s just something about them. You can receive the greatest advice from the smallest sentence. I can’t really explain it. It’s like a secret pleasure I have -- especially when I read a good one. Heck, I actually keep a small book for the best of the best.”

His mentor smiled. “I agree completely. It something so small; yet so wise.” 

Unfortunately, their pleasant conversation came to an end. As in the distance stood a mighty colosseum. Spike studied it from afar. “So, this is the place, huh?” Spike asked as he pointed a claw to it, lowering his arm afterwards. “Huh, kinda big. Personally, I think he’s compensating for something else.” 

“If you use that tone around the king; I’m not responsible if he just steps on you,” chuckled Cloud.

“Seriously? He’s that kind of royal prick that if you aren't nice to them, they get all sore-loserish and kill you?

“Actually, he’s really not like that; or even that royal in general. He’s probably the strongest and wisest dragon I know. Although if you do somehow manage piss him off; you can say goodbye to your eye!”

Spike chuckled. “Alright. Well, let’s get this whole ‘Is this pony raised dragon doing well thing’ done with.”

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The duo now approached the colosseum. Spike halting at the massive doors. He looked up to where a handle hung up high. He compared that length to himself.

If there’s one thing I agree with you Cloud: is that staying this size is for the better.

“I’d start being more formal if I were you Spike,” began Cloud. “You are a Prince after all; you will be showing an example not only to the king, but to everyone around you of where you come from and the environment you live by. You very well could be the reason to a treaty between our species.”

“Shouldn’t I be formal all the time then?” responded Spike.

“Well, seeing how it’s you,” - Cloud couldn’t help but be a bit sarcastic. “All the time wouldn’t fit you.”

“Agreed.”

“Though, I’m serious Spike. If this test goes south: you're going to be forced to study in these lands for a long time.” 

“Don’t worry. We’ll put on one Tatars of a show for our Majesty!” Spike yelled as he kicked the colosseum door open.





Inside the building, were many colossus pillars holding the roof up, and a carpet of the finest silk  spread across the floor, leading into many trails that into led into many rooms. But if you were to continue straight, you would see a staircase that led to a massive throne, and a massive dragon to go along with it. This dragon, being the most noble of all throughout all of the lands, was known as the Dragon-King. The King spoke with another dragon close to his size; his eyes then beginning to lay upon the duo. 

“Ah, Cloud!” the King exclaimed with his stretched-claws. The caramel-coloured dragon who’d had been speaking with the King previously stepped out of view. Cloud trotted before the king, then bowed before him. “There’s no need for that Cloud, especially if you're a friend! As young Spike here can see.” The Dragon-King took notice to the creature who had not fallen to his knees in praise, and was impressed by both his bravery and stupidity.

“Told ‘ya Cloud, the king just wants us-” A claw hung over Spike’s head, it plummeting to the ground in an instant. Spike, however, had just withdrawn his sword just in time, and upper-slashed the claw; buying him a few seconds to roll out of the way and into safety. “Hey, claws off!” Spike said as he stood up, dusting his sleeves off before turning around and pointing at the king.  “Unless you’re buying me lunch first.”


Feels like I've said that line numerous times now.



The king laughed in amusement. He looked to his hand and found even more amusement, as he displayed it for all to see. “He even manage to give me a small cut!” At the sight; guards began to surround Spike. Though the King dismissively-waved the injured claw. “Now, now. I’m quite alright. Actually, I’m better than alright; I’m impressed.” He brought down his large and lengthy head and studied Spike more intensely. “Bold, yet stupid; courages, yet terrified; humorous, yet thoughtful.” He turned to Cloud. “I see you pony-folk have done a splendid job at raising a kindred of my species.”

“Thank you, King,” said Cloud as he bowed.

“Hey, pops!” Spike interrupted. “The king said you need not to bow; so what'cha doing?” 

Cloud glared at Spike, he only smiled.

“Although, Cloud.” Everyone watched the King once more. “His attitude could still use some tweaking.” Spike turned to the King -- a claw in the air, an index claw pointing high up. “Whoa, whoa! I know I might not be the nicest dragon around. But I’d still consider myself better than some other dragons -- or even ponies!”

The King looked Spike once more. “Spike, you're a dragon. Your instinct is to be bad -- evil. How could you be nicer than a race of ponies?”

“... It’s what's on the inside that counts?”

“Your inside, demands to steal, kill, and have everything you desire. In other words, greed.”

“Okay, fine; you got me there. That voice never shuts up. But besides that, I actually want to do good for the world, while others would like to watch it burn for their own pleasure.”

“Who are these, ‘others’?”

Spike lowered his head, closing his eyes as he released one small chuckle, before looking back up at the king.

“Ah, nevermind. In the end, anyone can think what they please, if it make’s them feel good about themselves. All I need to do is get the job done in the best way possible, and keep my mouth shut.” A small smirk appeared on the kings lips.

“Anyway, old pegasus, you ready to rock?” Spike asked, as Cloud took a bit of offence to the drake’s words.

“Ah, I see you two already have some anger towards each other. I think it’s about time you started the test.” The king sat back on his throne, as his two claws came together.

Spike chuckled, as he kicked his foot back, kicking the tip of his sword up -- it ascending in the air. Spike then caught the sword and used the momentum to swing the sword in a three-sixty -- which caused his cloak to flap. Upon finishing, he struck the floor and held the bald there as he watched Cloud -- his Cloak now settling.

Cloud brought out his sword, attaching it to his arm, and then pointing it at Spike -- who arose his sword as-well and pointed it at Cloud.

“I see you're still working on your, ‘moves.’”

“Of course. A big factor in battle his how stylish you look.”  

Cloud chuckled at the comment. “I see you're still flippant as ever.”

“Hmf, caring about things is just another weakness.” Spike began sprinting at Cloud, who did the same. “I’m sure you would agree?”

The two swords met, as the battle between student and teacher began. 

“I couldn’t agree more.”
	
> Chapter 4: Milkshakes & Soft Cookies
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Clang!

The swords of dragon and the pegasus met.

Clang! Clang!

And the swords kept on meeting in the middle. Then, the pegasus swung so hard, that the sword grasped in the drake’s hand went flying. Spike looked to the fallen sword, which laid a few feet away.

“What did I teach you?!”

Spike looked back to see his mentor bringing his sword down upon the drake. He quickly brought his arms to cover his face. Cloud’s sword then dug into the drake’s wrist.

The drake shut his eyes and flinched at the pain.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

And off went the bells.





Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the town the of Basilisk, the only clock-tower chimed a mighty tune: awaring the citizens of the afternoon that soon approached. Among all the citizens of the town, only one seemed distressed by it. 

This citizen, stood in the middle of the town, with his eyes shut.

“To never take my eyes of the opponent,” said the dragon prince; opening his eyes as he looked at his wrist. He rolled up his sleeve to see the faint line going across. He smiled as he traced a claw along it. He looked to the clock tower; where indeed, both hands striked up.

Better start heading back; wouldn’t want to be late to a party that I’m throwing.

Spike sheathed the sword which held so many memories, and made his way back to the pub that sheltered an entire rebellion. 

I hope you held up to your part of the deal, Garble.





Spike arrived in the center of town -- where a building unlike the others stood; a giant glowing sign reading ‘Scales’ hung against the brick wall.

Look’s like I’m at right place.

Spike looked around his surroundings; to both memorize all that stood around him, and to see if anyone was trailing him. All Spike saw was a slowly decaying town. He held a small smile as he entered the establishment.





Scales (which was a dragon’s bar), was quite packed; it overflowing with species of all types and sizes -- though mostly all drank the same drink. Spike had entered and noticed the lonely bartender wiping a glass cup. Spike took a seat and hollered for a drink. 

“Hey,” greeted the brown-dragon, “what can I get’cha?” 

“One chocolate milkshake please,”  answered Spike.

The Bartender raised a brow, and waited for the customer to laugh at his own joke. But upon seeing that the dragon was indeed, serious; he complied with the order.

“Also, I would like real chocolate milk; not some milk with chocolate syrup in it. I can’t tell you how much that pisses me off,” ranted Spike, even going as far as to huff.

The bartender sighed, but he compiled.

“You know,” began the bartender as he fixed the drink, “we’ve seen some weird folk come in lately.”

“I would assume so,” said Spike; “lot of weird folk dwell in these lands -- if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Why yes, we are accustomed to some... weird species, but earlier today we had ponies in here!”

“Surely you’ve have their kind in here before?”

“Well… yes, we have. But always in small numbers -- no more than two. But today, we had a bunch of them come in! At the very least, fifty came through that door.”

“Huh. Any particular reason why they might be here?” asked Spike. Who looked in delight as the bartender poured a thick liquid into a silver cup. 

“You know, for a dragon you seem a little to… excited.” The bartender said as he offered Spike the drink; one he happily accepted. “And as for the ponies: I -unfortunately- have no clue. All I know is that they rented both our ballrooms and are hosting some party down there, and no one’s allowed!” The bartender too gave off a huff.

“You know, as the owner of this place, you’d think they let me look to make sure they’re doing no harm to my place, but no! They have at least five dragons guarding the door with swords! I tell you. And they say no one is allowed but special guests… Can you believe that?”

Spike was too busy, drinking in delight to that sweet chocolate taste. He even moaned as finished the drink.

“I gotta admit,” began Spike in delight, “there’s really only one drink and one treat I rate -- and those are chocolate milkshakes, and soft cookies. And you, Good Sir, have just made one of the best chocolate milkshakes that I’ve ever tasted!”

“Thanks….” 

‘He must be one of  ‘those’ dragons,’ thought the bartender.

“Oh, and bartender.”

The bartender sighed and turned to the purple and green colored dragon. 

“Yes?” he said with a fake smile.

“Might I say: my deepest sympathy with having this distress of not knowing what is going downstairs.” Spike flushed his tongue down the drink, and licked any liquid that might have escaped. He sighed in delight, and push the cup forward.

Spike then reached into his pocket and withdrew a small leather bag, and deposit the contents -- golden coins -- onto the wooden desk until they accumulated into a small pile. “But at the same time, you should’ve chosen wisely on who you allow to rent out your fine rooms; especially before you take their money.” And with that, Spike left the seat to the stairs -- where he disappeared to.

And the bartender stared at the pile of coins that far exceed the price of the drink.





Downstairs held many doors that connect to many rooms -- some of course being washrooms. One door was being guarded by dragons of multiple colors; Spike couldn’t help but chuckle as in they way to stood: as they resembled a rainbow. Spike approached them as they all tired piercing his scales with their eyes.

“What do you want? This section of the bar  is off limits for today.”

Spike ignored them as he stepped past, and opened the door. Beyond it, he was greeted by a whole room full of ponies and dragons, who turned to look at his late arrival. Silence stood in the air for a bit, before Spike finally broke the ice.

“So... I guess I’m late to the party?” 

Most of the inhabitants of the room released a sigh; returning to what they were doing prior. Spike did weak chuckle, as he made his way to the large wooden table where Regal and Garble stood. On the table were maps and small toy soldiers. The two were responsible for making a plan using these tools, yet the two were bickering at one another as if it were usual.  

Spike cleared his throat. “Dude, Garble! You gotta tell me how this bar makes their milkshakes. I  swear to you,, that the one I had today, is the best one I’ve  ever had.”

Regal and Garble argument came to a halt, as Spike’s usual personality caused them sigh.

‘Though he acts stupidly, is that the way he truly is?’ thought Garble.

‘Spike… just shut up,’ Thought Regal. The same words recurring in his mind.  

Smiling that the two had stopped bickering. Spike began to get serious. 

Spike had first contacted Garble via his fire breath, to inform him of an upcoming threat, and that both sides would need each others help. Naturally, Garble didn’t care, that was until he found out that gold coins were involved, He was immediately aboard. Spike requested an army of dragons.  And Garble complied.

There stood, an army wanting to overthrow the false king, and other just there for the pay. At least, that is what Garble said that awaited them.

“Garble, have you held up your end of the bargain?” Spike asked, while Garble chuckled.

“Please, when bits are involved, I actually work. Plus, not everyone here, is for the party,” Garble cleared his throat as tried to empathize his next words. “They’re here for a battle, as well as the bits you're supposed to pay for all this.”

Spike smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be taking bits out of my personal treasury to cover for this. It will be coming in on a boat scheduled to be here as soon as I send word of our victory.”

The last part of Spike’s sentence caused Garble to raise a brow. “Wait, what if you die? Then how we get our bits?” Garble words attracted almost every dragon's attention in the room.

“Really? I’d think you have better faith in me!” Spike whined as he played a sarcastic show to those all around him, as he quickly stepped up upon a stoll. “I cannot believe art thou wouldn't've have faith in me, even as I art thou face a pending doom. That I would save an entire kingdom! Isn’t that thou enough for your payment?! To thou be free? To thou fight for right?! Have you art thou no honor!?”

“NO!” The room yelled.

Spike sighed as he leaped from the stool. “Well, as long as words gets to the castle that the king is defeated, then the ship will come without my asking. And in the case I do die, just get Regal to make the call.”

Whispering went through the room, some heads nodding at comments, but everyone seem to be fine with the idea for now.

“Now then, onto business.” Spike started, as he approached the large map.

The pony and the dragon nodded, overviewing the map. Spike looked over at Regal.

“Regal, I’m giving you total control of pony command.”  Regal nodded without a complaint. Spike then turned his head over to Garble.

“Garble, I’m giving you total command over all dragons.” Garble nodded without a complaint.

I’m trusting you two with this.

“Regal, you can request command of dragons from Garble. Garble, you can request the help of ponies.”

And just like Spike thought, the two went at it again.

“What?! I wouldn’t even trust him with my toothbrush.” Regal started.

“Why in Tatars would I let a pony control the all powerful beings that are dragons?!” Garble started.

“What, you think because I’m a stallion that I wouldn’t be able to command them?!”

“Yes! Not only that, but what use would namby pamby ponies be to me?”

Regal was now in Grables face; his anger exploding. 

“You take that back, I bet my guards will do much better than your dragons!”

Garble was now in Regal face, both snot to snot.

“Please, a dragon's power will crush you!”

“Well our courage to stand up to you, we'll be the ones to succeed!”

The entire room was up at arms, one side was full of ponies, the other dragons. The two looked like they were about to cause their own war.

“Enough!” Spike yelled. He was on the stool again, looking at both sides. Every being froze and looked at the prince.

“I thought I could expect better from you two, but I guess I thought wrong.” Spike hopped down, and walked to the center of the action, where Regal and Garble still went at it. Spike grabbed his sword from his back:thrusting it down in the middle of them, causing both to jump back.

“I can’t act, can’t sing, slightly bald. But I can dance a little, and can see what’s wrong here.” Spike rose his right claw up, which was the side of the dragons.

“You dragons are the definition of power, one of the strongest, if not the strongest species out there. You feel like you can take on whatever without even posing one question, because you know you can take on whatever!”

The dragons had grins on their faces, bathing in the praise they were receiving. 

“But most of you are un-educated, have huge ego’s, and almost close to none ethics for others. You lack courage, sure you may be able to do anything because you have no fears, but that’s not courage, courage is the ability to conquer your fear.”

The dragons became upset; some wishing that their stare would case the death of the prince.a death stare upon the drake.  Spike dropped his right arm, and raised his left; to the side of the ponies..

“You ponies have soul, ethics and care about others. Your courage is humongous, even when facing a threat that means death.”

The ponies were now basking in the praise. They were better than those dragons. 

“But your bodies are weak, scales overpower fur, big time. When it comes to fighting, your strength is weak.”

Some weren't sure if Spike was trying declare war on himself 

Spike looked around the room, it looked like the pony/dragon war was about to start back up again. He hopped upon his sword, his two clawed feet balancing on the sword’s handles.

“But don’t you see? This is why I bought you two together, both species fix each others problems!” Spike exclaimed, as he leaned back, his blading coming out of the ground, the handle falling to the ground. Spike caught the sword before it touched the ground, he held the handle low, pointing the blade just at Regal’s throat.

“Sure you may be weak, if I were to cut you now you would die. But yet you stand tall, even in the face of death, that’s courage.” Indeed Regal still stood tall, although he was still shaking a bit. Spike withdrew the sword and threw the blade over his shoulder.

“But these dragons.” Spike turned around and gestured. “It would take multiple slashes just even to penetrate their scales. Trust me, I know. That’s power.”

Spike waited for a second, to let his words sink in.  

“Can’t you see? All your weakness can be fixed by the other spices, if it wasn’t for this -excuse my language- stupid rivalry we have between us.”

Spike walked up to the dragons.

“Dragons, most of you are unintelligent. But don’t worry, that’s okay. You weren't really raised to learn, just power. But that’s where you can learn from the ponies, they can teach you tactics, sword fighting ways and much more. They can show you courage.”

He quickly turned to the ponies, all their eyes dead set on him.

“And ponies! Dragons can teach you how to be strong! How to have this power, how to survive! I mean they have been living in the most dangerous place their whole lives! And you know what they say, it take a journey to Tartus to achieve power.”

Everyone one was silent, as Spike kept on going on.

“If we could all live in peace, respecting others opinions, imagine what we could accomplish! Others could feel good about what they think or believe, beings wouldn’t be scared of dating someone of the same gender or even a different species!”

The mares here don’t play nice...

Spike smiled as a memory came to mind. Collecting his thoughts, he finally ended his speech, as he held his sword up high. 

“Look at your swords if you can.” Spike said, most followed his command.

“Most swords here are two sided, one side is the courage you need to go into battle.” He smlied at the half reflection on the sword.

“The other side is the power you’ll need to defeat your enemy. But your handle, is your intellect. And the sword itself: It resembles you. You sword is your personality; the way you fight; basically everything about you.”

Spike swung the sword at the air. He then pointed the sword into the sheath, where it was tucked away. Spike held the sheath high up in the air. “And if there was peace, there would be no use for this anymore. Good or bad, you’re both doing the same thing in the end.”

Spike tied the sheath to his back once more, as the room was now calm. 

‘I hope they’re done with their bantering.’ 

Garble and Regal both sighed at the same time, before approaching one another.

“So, I give you command of my troops... I guess,” Regal said in almost defeated voice.

“Thanks… and my dragons are at your disposal, just don’t waste their lives,” Garble said in the same matter.

“I won’t. I’ll treat them as if they were like my own guards. That’s a promise.” Regal said as he held his forehoof out.

“Likewise.” Garble said, pounding the hoof with his claw.

‘Still not saying sorry.’
‘Still not saying sorry.’

Spike head was down as his eyes were closed, a smile still present.

‘Looks like they’ll be friends for a bit.’

Spike opened his eyes, feeling for some reason… happy.

“Alright, now with that done with,  let get to work. Also, can someone fetch me my cloak? And also, more milkshakes?”





The whole day was spent by Spike’s and Gable planning out the attack on a map spawled across the table. Many discussions had been held, and many plans had been formed, all creating the final tactic.

“So, that’s it then,” Garble said, overlooking the playing field.

“It would appear so,” Spike said, still looking for any faults in the plan. But upon seeing none, Spike smiled. “It would appear that we have checkmate the king.”

Garble broke out in a loud laughter. “Now that’s what I’m talking about Spike!”

Spike released  a small chuckle, before finalizing the plan.

“Aright Garble, you and the other dragons will resemble Alpha squad. You’re going to storm the castle, catching all attentions on yourselfs. Me and my guards will resemble Bravo squad, we’ll take the side of the castle and take out any hostiles that are out of your reach. Alpha, you guys will have to survive the heavy rain of fire until Bravo can take out the ahers and destroy the catapults. While this is going on, I’m going to sneak into the castle and take on the king, give me five minutes with him, if I’m not finished by then, that means I’m dead and you can follow with either plan B or C. B being whoever wishes to continue on fighting, will fight the king together, or plan C, you all run away. Only one way allows you to be paid.

“So then, no one has any problems regarding the plan?” Spike asked everyone, to which he received no claims.

“Then good!” Spike said, before quickly turning to the door, his left side of the cloak flowing up in the air. He quickly withdrew his sword and raised it to his right, before bringing it down to his left, cutting an  through the wood of the door. He then quickly twisted his arm left, causing the sword to turn, as and raised the sword, the blade pointing down. As soon as it was high enough, his left claw gripped the bottom of the handle, as he brought it down onto the door in a top-left to a bottom-right. Just as the sword had finished cutting an X, Spike quickly turned and kicked it with his feet, the wood coming off easily and separating into four equal pieces as it fell onto the ground.

“Then lets get this party started!” Spike said, as he quickly walked through the place that once held a door. Everyone in the room following after him. 

‘Now that’s the Spike I remember!

‘Reminder, gotta pay to get that door fixed.’

‘That’s a Spike I haven't seen.’

Spike jogged up the stairs, returning to the bar floor. The bar was almost completely empty, aside for a couple of dragons and the same dragon working behind the counter. The bar suddenly became full, as tons of dragons and ponies emerged from the stairs, startling the dragon as he looked in disbelief. So much the he almost dropped the milkshake he was preparing.

“Thanks!” Spike said as he grabbed the cold beverage and taking a small sip. 

Still good!

“Also, put the drink on my tab.”

Many more beings passed the bartender, as he was finally able to break the silence that had overcome him.

“S-sure, thanks for your business.” The dragon said, the train still not dieing down.


Spike had stepped outside, where he was greeted with a change of scenario. The sky was darkened and covered by clouds, singling that a storm was brewing.

“Well, it would appear that a storm is coming our way!” Spike yelled, as he turned around to those that had made it outside.

“You know what that means, right?” Spike asked, he stood for awhile, not receiving a single answer. 

“It means that this is just the start to one hell of a party!”





There are two things that sadden me in life: those are sad puppies, and orphans. I hope that every parent has a good reason to abandon to their child; that they love their child unconditionally. But sometimes, that’s just not the case. My sister talks highly of an orphan by the name of Twilight Sparkle, a filly she babysat. Candace talks always so highly of her, so much she got her into a test for gifted unicorns. Quite frankly, I hope she makes it and makes a life for herself. But I hope even her parents had a good reason.