Prologue: A Warming Welcome
It all seemed like an ordinary day in Ponyville. All it's villagers were out and about dealing with their daily lives. It seemed like a perfect day but it was all about to change. One pony predicted this day to be fresh start to something new and boy was she right. The said pony was looking out her window embracing the day's warm feeling. She wanted something interesting to happen today. She thought that a new day meant new things to encounter. Little did she know that what was going to happen was way past what she had in mind for interesting.
While she was looking out the window, her roommate was spread out on the couch. She took notice of her friend and decided to do something to raise her spirits. “Lyra, it's a beautiful day outside. Aren't you going to do something,” she asked the pony on the couch.
“Not really,” Lyra admitted, shaking her head. “I don't feel like doing much today.”
“Come on,” she complained to her roommate. “Out of all the days you had to pick today? It's a perfect day and your going to spend it laying on the couch?”
Lyra let out an annoyed groaned. “Bon Bon, you think everyday is a perfect day,” she said, looking back to all the times when she described the day as “perfect” or “beautiful”. Besides, I already helped you pick out the flowers to put in are yard yesterday.” She had recalled yesterday when she had to help find out which flowers would look good in front of their house despite how little she knew about flowers or how much it mattered. “Can't I just have a day to relax,” she questioned, putting her front hoofs behind her head.
Bon Bon didn't like the fact of having her lounge around but she finally gave in. “Fine. Do what you want,” she accepted as she made her way upstairs. She was on her way to her room to freshen up to look presentable while she was in town. As she about to enter her room she heard something rummaging in her closet. Fear struck her as she froze at where she was standing. She slowly walked toward the closet to get a better look at what was going on there. Just then, a large scaly tail flicked out of the closet and right in front of her.
Bon Bon shreiked in horror and dashed out of her room. She called for roommate as she rushed downstairs. She tried to go as quick as she could without hurting herself. “Lyra,” she yelled as she came up to her friend who was still on the couch. “What,” she asked with a tired look on her face.
“There's something upstairs in my room,” she said, in frightful voice.
“What are you talking about,” she asked, trying to process what her friend was telling her. She didn't feel like putting up with her roommate today. Actually, she never liked putting up with her blabbing.
“I'm not kidding,” she protested moving closer to face Lyra to try to sound more convincing. “There was something in my closet and I really want you to check it out.”
“Why,” she asked, not knowing what she could do about the so called thing in the closet. “Just do it,” her roommate pleaded loudly.
Lyra raised an eyebrow in disbelief. She thought she was pulling a trick on her at first but she came to her senses and decided to help her. “Alright,” she moaned getting up from the couch.
Lyra slowly walked upstairs with Bon Bon following behind her. Once they got outside of Bon Bon's room, Lyra looked through the doorway. “Be careful,” Bon Bon warned her. Whatever was in the closet, she didn't want it to hurt her.
“Calm down, Bon Bon,” she assured her with a smile. “It's probably nothing to worry about.” Lyra took the time to look out for her friend but she also found it funny by how much she was panicking.
Lyra entered the room and made her way to the closet but Bon Bon halted her with a hoof. Lyra gave her an annoyed look which caused Bon Bon to remove her hoof. Lyra proceeded. She looked into the closet and observed it. “What do you see,” Bon Bon asked in suspense.
“I see a wreck of a closet and nothing else,” Lyra responded, unamused. Bon Bon stood there with her mouth hanging open. “W-w-what,” she managed to ask. “There's nothing in there, Bon Bon,” Lyra told her as she left the room and walked downstairs. “B-But I swear to Celestia I saw something,” she protested following her friend. “You were probably jus-,” Lyra said pausing when she got down the stairs and seeing a large figure standing before her. "I was wha-," Bon Bon asked before following her gaze to the figure. Both stood in shock at what they saw.
It looked like a small dragon but it was about as large as a pony. It was purple with green spines and a pale underbelly. It also seemed to be wearing a brown vest which looked rather ragged. As the two ponies stared at it they noticed that it looked an awful lot like the dragon who worked at the library only older and taller. It was holding a picture of Lyra and Bon Bon when they first moved into their house. It took it's attention off the picture and took notice of the ponies. As he turned his head they noticed a few scars that were scattered throughout his spines and one on his face.
“Oh, hi,” the dragon said with a smile. The two ponies remained quite but were able to wave a hoof at the dragon. “Is this the library,” he asked them. “Uh, no,” Bon Bon said to the dragon still looking quite scared. “Oh, well do you know were it is,” he asked them again. “It's the one that looks like a tree,” Lyra informed the dragon trying to force a smile. “Great,” he said with another smile.
He made his way to the door and opened it in order to leave the house. “Well, bye,” he said to the two ponies before he left. They remained silent but gave him another wave of the hoof. When the dragon left the house, Bon Bon looked at Lyra with a smirk. “I told you there was something in the house,” she proved to her friend. Lyra continued to look at the door where the dragon left from. “So there was,” she said softly. “But what was it?” Bon Bon's smirk disappeared when she asked that. “I don't know,” she said, honestly.
That could be said for the both of them. They didn't know what it was doing here or why it came here. They didn't know what is going to do and whether it was going to end up bad or good. What they did know was that there whatever they saw, it was wandering around in Ponyville and it wanted something.
Chapter 1: Long Time No See
As the beautiful day continued in Ponyville, a young dragon was proceeded with his every day jobs at the Golden Oaks Library. Spike was busy sweeping the floors and shelving books. While he was working a certain purple unicorn was out with her friends, leaving him to do all the household chores unaccompanied. Though Twilight has provided him with shelter and love from when he first hatched from his egg, he sometimes felt like he never belonged in this world. As far as he was concerned he was the only known dragon in Equestria.
His past was completely oblivious to him up until he hatched from his egg. Whatever brought him to Equestria still troubled him today. No matter what turn of events brought him where he was, he still lead a happy life in Ponyville. He had great friends that he was proud to call his family. They took him along when they went on crazy adventures that involved the Elements of Harmony but his job was a bit bland. No matter how much they excluded him he still remained their friend and stuck with them, always willing to help any way he could. If he had learned anything from his friends, it's friendship.
As Spike continued his duties, he began to slack off. Normally Twilight would not approve of him fooling around but the library was already in descent shape. Spike decided to take a break before proceeding in working again. He took a stack of two books from the floor and setting them down near him. He laid down on his back and rested his head on the books. I'll just take a little nap and then it's back to work, Spike thought to himself, trying not to get to get too carried away in sleeping through his work. Within a few minutes he drifted off and fell asleep.
Spike's dreams of various things that appealed to him always kept him peaceful until they were interrupted by a slight disturbance that had occurred. It must have been no longer then fifteen minutes before Spike was awoken by what felt like a scaly finger poking the side of his face. Spike moaned and shifted to the side ignoring whatever it was. It wasn't long until the finger poked his face again awakening him from his slumber. He slowly opened one eye to see a blurry image of a rather large and tall figure. Spike's eyes shot open when his mind processed that something was in here and it wasn't Twilight. In front of him stood a dragon with a big resemblance to himself, only older.
“Finally,” the large dragon groaned loudly. “I've been looking EVERYWHERE for you,” he stated to Spike putting much emphases on everywhere. Spike let out a yelp in fear as he stood up quickly to his feet. Too quickly for him to handle causing him to go light headed and fall back to the floor. Still shocked he crawled away, backing away into a book shelf and still facing the dragon. Spike could now see an entire view of the mysterious dragon. He had several scars on top of his spines and one that traveled across his eye. He also appeared to be wearing a worn vest that had looked like it had been through thick and thin. The tall dragon just stood there staring at Spike with an odd look due to how largely he reacted.
“Geez,” the dragon said with a slight smile growing. “Calm down dude”
“W-Who are you,” Spike asked him frantically.
“What,” he asked Spike with an unsure look. “You don't remember me?” Spike didn't say anything but simply sat there on the floor his scared expression slowly being replaced with a confused one. “Oh yeah,” the tall dragon said with sudden realization. “I guess we haven't met yet have we?”
“No,” answered Spike flatly. “Now who are you,” he asked again.
“Yeah I guess probably should have waited until I actually saw you,” he reckoned to his thoughts. “But hey, you're probably the only dragon I'm going to find all the way out here so I'm pretty sure you're the one I'm looking for.”
“Why were you looking for me,” Spike questioned. He hadn't the slightest clue of who this dragon was and what he wanted from him. He also wasn't giving the information very easily either since he still hadn't stated his identity.
“Oh you know,” the dragon said, thinking of explanations. “To catch up on things like how you've been doing, any jobs or hobbies you have, any friends of yours you'd like me to meet, maybe-”,
the dragons rambles were cut off by Spike who had interrupted him before he continued for more time than he wanted.
“W-Why do you want to know this stuff,” Spike asked, growing more confused the more the dragon talked.
“Well,” the tall dragon explained to Spike. “I figured that if I'm going to be crashing here for a while then I might as well get to know you.”
“Wh-” Spike managed to utter before the rather talkative dragon continued what he was saying. “And I have to say you got a nice place here,” the dragon complemented, looking around the library.
“Why do you want to get to know me,” Spike asked. It seemed that no matter how many questions he asked, there were always more. “I don't even know who you are.”
“Exactly,” the dragon exclaimed to him. “That's why we should probably catch up on each other-” Spike interrupted yet again. His voice was grew louder and he got quite annoyed with the dragon that had entered his home. He demanded answers. “Who. are. you,” he asked sternly.
The tall dragon fell silent. Spike couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking but he knew he was bound to say it. “My name is Slit,” he stated, after breathing in deeply. He then leaned in closer to face Spike. “I'm your brother.”
Spike stood there frozen in place. Right in front of him, face to face was a relative of his. Someone who knew who he was. Not primarily but of his sideline, his history, who he could be. Someone he could actually call family. Spike's past troubled him more than anything. If anyone was going to know who he was it was this very dragon. Slit, Slit the dragon.
