The Dragon Knight of Canterlot City

The scene panned out over a large city known as Canterlot. It was best known as the social and media capital of the world and had something for everyone. From malls, gyms, fast food places, cafes, shops, and so much more. But despite all the city has to offer, what it's lacking is enough law enforcers to keep the city safe. Because of that there have been so many criminals breaking the law and getting away avoiding arrest. And while the crime rate makes the city feel like hell to some people, it's an even bigger hell for one particular individual. This is his story.

Don't be fool by how the city looks. Sure it looks bright and prosperous, but beneath it all is the horrible truth. The world is a dark and cruel place. Especially to one such as me.

Walking through the city was a teenage boy with green spiked hair, but what stuck out most about him was he was incredibly fat. Even his face looked pudgy. He walked along paying nobody any mind, because nobody paid him any mind.

My name's Spike Obsidian, and yeah I'm a fat boy. But it's not because I have an eating disorder or something. I was born very healthy and still am, just with a large body. No matter how much I try exercising and eating healthy I just can't seem to lose any weight. And because of that I was often mocked and teased at school when I was younger. And as I got to high school the bullying just got worse.

Spike was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard something, “Please, leave me alone!”

His head shot up and gasped, “A cry for help!” as if going on some instinct he tried running to find the source of the problem, before stopping and saw right outside a 24/7 shop were three juvenile punks cornering a girl a year older than him.

The girl that was cornered had long dark purple hair with a single pink streak in it, and violet eyes. Spike was enamored by her beauty, and especially her well endowed chest. But he shook whatever indecent thoughts he had and focused on the situation.

“Come on, baby. Just an hour with us.” one of the punks told the girl.

“We'll make it worth your wild.” another said.

“Please. I don't want to.” she said worried.

As the punks continued to try coercing the girl to join them, Spike stepped forward, “Excuse me?” he asked but got no answer, “Excuse me?” he repeated himself but got no response again which started making him angry, “HEY!”

That finally got the punks attention, as they looked back seeing Spike, “What do you want?” one asked rudely.

“Can't you see we're busy?” another asked.

“It's plain to see the girl's not interested in any of you. So why don't you get lost?” Spike suggested acting as tough as he could despite how terrified he was deep down.

The three punks started smirking deviously at Spike, as the third spoke, “Oh, a tough guy huh?”

“Let's see how tough you are after we beat your fat ass!” the first said, as they ganged up on Spike who tried to fight back, but wound up getting knocked to the ground where the three started beating him without mercy causing Spike to cough up blood.

All the while the girl the punks were harassing watched in shock seeing someone who was trying to save her be treated so poorly. Soon some sirens were heard as one of the punks spoke, “It's the fuzz!”

“Let's beat it!” the first said, as they made a run for it.

The squad car arrived, as two cops got out with one going after the three punks, while the other went to check on both Spike and the girl who was trying to help the boy up.

“Are you ok?” she asked in worry, “Here, let me help you.”

Spike just got up, “It's alright. I'm used to this.” he said, as he just walked on, while the girl and the cop watched him. The girl who was still in shock over what she just witnessed had a faint blush on her face while watching Spike leave.

Spike returned to his home, where he went inside and started cleaning his face off of all the leftover blood that ran down his face.

As said, this is a normal thing for me. Being bullied. Even when I try to do the right thing like help someone I always end up a mess. And yet I always feel compelled to do something when someone's in distress. I guess I picked it up from listening to my parents.

He flashed back to something his parents once told him when he was a kid, “Spike, when someone is in peril or distress it's important to treat them with kindness.” his father began.

“It is?” young Spike asked.

“That's right,” his mother confirmed, “But to do so requires great courage on your part.”

“I don't know if I can ever be like that.” the young boy said doubtfully.

“Don't say that about yourself, Spike,” his dad said, “You are our son. And you embody our best qualities. Like your mothers kindness.”

“And your father's desire to help those in need.” his mom smiled making the boy gasp and smile.

It cut back to present time as Spike continued to patch himself up, while remembering those words of his parents.

I remember those words very well. They were some of the best words of wisdom they bestowed upon me. Even when others treated me like dirt because they thought they were better than me or anyone else, or they just didn't like how I looked. Even though it happens to me so much on a daily basis and it didn't do my self esteem any favors I continued to try and stay strong. But unfortunately, I couldn't. Not when the worst of news was delivered to me.

Spike flashed back a year ago where he was in a cemetery with several people as two coffins were being lowered into the ground. Spike was crying his eyes out while watching the coffins go down.

My parents passed away and I was left alone. Everything they owned was transferred to me. Their house, their entire savings, and all their possessions. There was plenty of money for me to provide for myself and everything, but it didn't change the fact I was now completely alone in the world.

As Spike finished making a microwaveable dinner for himself, he sat in his living room watching TV. When he turned to the news, he saw reports of more criminals stealing and killing innocent people. The sight of this made Spike frown.

“The same thing day after day,” he began, “Corrupt people and psychos taking what they want and killing people who never did anything to them. This city is rotting, and nobody is doing anything about it!” he held himself back from throwing his remote and rather just changed the channel to something else to avoid losing his cool. He watched TV until he finished his dinner, and decided to turn in.

The next day at his high school, after classes let out, Spike was trying to leave, only to be grabbed from behind and pinned to the wall in the back of the school. He looked up seeing he was pinned by a teenage boy with two mean looking girls standing behind him.

“Going somewhere, fatty?” the boy asked with a laugh.

“Shadow Storm.” Spike groaned.

Shadow Storm was one of Spike's worse tormentors in high school, and always accompanied by his girl followers Black Belle and Violet Shiver. Any time Shadow saw Spike he always went out of his way to make his life hell.

“Don't think you can just take off without me getting in a few rounds.” Shadow Storm told Spike.

“Please, I really need to get home.” Spike pleaded, only for Shadow Storm to sock him in the stomach making him groan in pain.

As Shadow continued to punch Spike in the stomach, Violet and Belle laughed, “Sock it to him, Shadow!” Violet cheered.

“Show him his place!” Black Belle cheered along, as Shadow continue to mercilessly beat Spike who couldn't even call out for help.

Eventually Shadow ceased punching Spike who fell to his knees clutching his stomach before spitting up some blood.

“You're so pathetic, fatso. Trash like you shouldn't even be alive.” Shadow spat on Spike, before he and the girls walked away laughing.

Spike tried to keep his tears in as he picked himself up and started walking home while still clutching his stomach from the painful hits he took.

When he got home, Spike once again cleaned himself up before walking into the dining room while looking at a picture of his parents together. He looked at their smiling faces in the picture as he remembered them before tears came down his face.

“Mom. Dad. I'm trying to stay strong for both of you. But it's just so hard... It's so hard!” he cried, before kicking the dresser causing one of the cabinets in it to open slightly.

Spike tried calming down before he got down to close the cabinet only to realize he never once looked inside the cabinet and always assumed it was filled with more of his parents stuff. Curiously he opened it all the way and found a small box inside of it.

“What's in there?” he asked himself before taking the box out and opened the top.

Spike looked inside the box and saw a metal wristband with some strange writing all around it, “What kind of language is this?” he asked himself as he picked it up and looked it over, “I know my parents like collecting strange artifacts, but I've never seen this one out on display before. I wonder...” he gently slipped it onto his wrist before looking at it.

As Spike looked at the wristband he noticed the strange writing started glowing, “Huh?” suddenly the wristband clenched onto his wrist, “Hey!” he tried getting it off but to no avail, “Why won't it come off?!” he struggled to pry it off but it wasn't budging. He saw the writing on it continued to glow. Before a purple aura shot out from it and appearing before Spike was an astral purple dragon.

The sight of the creature made Spike scream as he fell on his butt and looked up at the dragon looking down at him.

“Do not be afraid. I don't want to hurt you.” the dragon began.

“Most people want to do that to me.” Spike replied frightened.

“Yes, I'm aware of that. Humanity can be such a cruel thing. Especially to those who're different. Am I right, Spike Obsidian?”

“H-How do you know my name?”

“When you put the Dragon Band on, my spirit linked to your mind. Everything you know I now know.”

“So then who are you?” the boy continued to question.

“You may call me Drakon.” the creature answered.

Spike blinked in confusion, “Drakon the Dragon?”

“Yes, I know. But don't blame me. Blame my parents!” Drakon grumbled, “Anyway. By putting the Dragon Band on your wrist you have awakened my spirit.”

“You've been living inside this wristband?” Spike asked in shock.

“Oh, yes. For centuries I might add.”

“How and why?” the boy continued to question.

“Well, centuries ago I was once a wise and noble dragon that wanted to keep peace in the world by bestowing my powers upon a great knight.”

“So you dragons don't just kidnap princesses, terrorize towns, and hoard treasure?” Spike raised a brow.

Drakon sighed, “Oh, the false stories and lies spread throughout the centuries. My ancestors would be rotting in their graves if they knew of this. But to answer your question. Not all of us are that malicious. Dragons were once regarded as a symbol of wisdom and strength. And people used to worship us, until some decided we were too dangerous and attempted to destroy me and my chosen knight. Though the vessel was killed my spirit lived on inside the Dragon Band. And since then I have been passed on to other vessels worthy of my power to carry the legacy of the Heroic Dragon!”

“Whoa.” Spike gasped in awe.

“And now the legacy shall continue with you, Spike.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. For I have seen you are a pure soul and worthy of my power.” Drakon confirmed.

“You must be mistaken. I'm nothing special.” Spike sighed while looking down.

“That may be what you're saying, but deep down you truly desire to do more. Don't forget I looked into your mind. Even when the world treats you like a plague and would rather pretend you don't exist you still try to help others the way you promised your parents you would.”

Spike looked back at Drakon, “I want to, but look at me. I can't help people in this shape.”

“Very true. So something must be done about it.” Drakon said studying Spike.

“What do you mean must be done about it?” Spike asked suddenly feeling nervous.

“As a demonstration of my power, let me give you a makeover.” Drakon said before diving right into Spike's body.

“Hey, what do you think you're-” Spike was cut off as he started to groan, “What's happening?!” Spike felt his body bulging and changing making him cry and spasm before he passed out on the floor hearing Drakon's voice.

“Sleep now, Spike Obsidian. For tomorrow you'll see a whole new you.”

When the morning sun rose over the city, Spike who was still passed out on the floor groaned, before opening his eyes, “Oh, what a dream. I don't know if it was something I ate last night but I-” he stopped and suddenly realized something, “Whoa, I feel lighter. And my clothes... they feel so baggy.”

Spike got up and held his now over sized pants up while walking towards the bathroom. He decided to splash some water on his face. He grabbed a towel and dried his face off, but when he lowered the towel to look at his reflection in the mirror he saw he had lost all his fat in both his body and face. To top it of he was more athletically built with six pack abs and his face looked like it belonged to a male model. Spike stared at his reflection in shock before finally letting out a scream that could be heard from outside his home. Whatever happened to him he was definitely not prepared for.