Spyro and The Legend Of Friendship

Written By: Cloudline Dasher

Edited By: N/A

Chapter Five: That's My Boy!

Silently creeping and ducking behind a bush, Twilight peered out at Spyro and Luna. Her eyes gently scanning the purple dragon in hopes of detecting any pain or injury. Her ears flickered as he started to speak, “If messenger dragons are basically part pony as you said, with the same intelligence, then why not a messenger dragon as a mate?”

Not really sure to continue the conversation, Luna shot Spyro a hesitant glare, but lowered her muzzle downward as she replied, “Messenger dragons are rare... They are intricately persuaded by their emotions, and if they at any time give in to those emotions, they revert to a regular dragon. A beastly hull of a monster that only cares for gems. I have only known one dragon that successfully controlled his emotions, but...”

Luna fell silent, averting her gaze away to nowhere in particular. Spyro stepped forward, placing a claw on her arm, which made her glance over at him from the sudden contact, “but what? Please...”

Shaking her head slightly and clenching her eyes closed, she slowly replied, “Before I was sealed in the moon, a young colt named Starswirl hatched a dragon. The dragon, Starswirl, my sister, and I, all grew up together. Both my sister and I saw promise in both of them. Starswirl could control the magic element in the Elements of Harmony. The dragon could control Loyalty.”

“What was his name?” Spyro removed his hoof, giving her a soft sincere look.

“Vladimir, I soon came to adore that name. I haven't the faintest clue why Starswirl named him that, said something about an old constellation of stars, but would never go into depth about it. I fell in love with that dark blue dragon, and in turn, Celestia fell for Starswirl. We hoped to find more elements to complete the circle so Starswirl could become an Alicorn, and all four of us could live in happiness. That was short lived, the Elements of Harmony reside on the harmony that only friendship can bring. Starswirl refused to make any friends, and we could not tell him why he needed them. The spark that connects the elements together must be connected using the Element of Magic's spark of realization that friends are a dire part of living and harmony. If we had told him, no matter the effort, he would have lost the ability to use the element of magic. It was the same with Twilight Sparkle, she had to discover it on her own.”

Twilight couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't remember any text saying Starswirl was the bearer of magic. Let alone anything on the Princess's falling in love with them. After Luna mentioned Starswirl would lose the ability to wield the element of magic, she was tempted to turn away for fear of losing her element, but her curiosity was too much. Spryo spoke, which her attention just refocused on him, “Twilight Sparkle? She has friends and all of them are elements, why isn't she an Alicorn then?”

“Good question.” Twilight whispered under her breath.

“Celestia is waiting to reveal the spell to her. Both she and I are hesitant on even giving her the choice. She would become an Alicorn, and most likely her life would be extended vastly. She would easily outlive her friends, and then where would that leave her? Just two old Alicorns as friends?” Luna suddenly let herself plop down onto the grass, her head resting on her forehooves, “Even if we are not immortal, merely an extended life, I would not wish it on anypony.”

Scrunching up her nose, Twilight brought her hoof up to her mouth. Luna's words running rapidly through her mind. It was surely a lot to take in. Twilight paused, her eyes softly closing, 'Outliving my friends... I would most likely turn it down, but still... I would have still preferred the choice...'

“Okay, so Starswirl didn't become an Alicorn, but what happened to Vladimir?” Spyro raised his brow, confusion marking his expression.

“With the death of Starswirl by old age, my sister became depressed. Vladimir became distant, and as for myself...” Luna suddenly became quiet, her eyes downcast. Spyro was about to speak, but she quickly continued, “It's all very vague, I remember mourning with my sister, but... I heard voices. I don't remember ever noticing them, but looking back, I definitely heard something.”

“What did the voices say?” Spyro asked, taking a few steps in front of Luna to lay down so he could see her easily.

“I remember... resenting my sister... Even if Starswirl was gone, she still had all of Equestria that loved her, while I only had Vladimir. Those weren't my feelings, but I can clearly remember hating my sister for it. It was like being forced to feel one way, almost like I was distanced from my own emotions.”

Luna flinched as Spyro suddenly punched the ground, making the dirt below quake a little, “Malefor...”

The purple Alicorn blinked, her turn to be confused, “Malefor?”

Spyro realized he had snapped, releasing a good bit of earth breath into the ground. He forcefully relaxed his body as he looked to her, “My friend Cynder, she told me once what it felt like being manipulated by Malefor. I think Malefor was turning you evil, turning you into a mindless drone. Cynder told me that she could remember feeling one way, but hate for the world was there. Though, she was taken over as an egg, so she couldn't remember anything other than the feeling of hate; it was normal for her.”

For a moment Luna remained silent, tears starting to swell in her eyes, but she spoke nonetheless, “That must be it... I never hated my sis... I mourned both Starswirl and my dear sister. I mourned her because I knew this had been the only chance at a long lasting love for her. I wish I could have fought the faint manipulative whispers and hate.” Luna clenched her eyes closed, as tears were forced out of her eyes, “I heard from Celestia that after I was sealed in the moon, Vladimir shared in that hate. He also turned on her, but being a messenger dragon, and giving into his emotions, he reverted into a ravenous, hundred foot dragon that wanted nothing more than to kill her for sealing his love into the moon.”

“I'm... guessing she won...” Spyro frowned, as Luna gently nodded.

“She had no choice, once a dragon turns, there is very little to bring them back.”

Spyro growled, jumping to his feet, “Let's go, the sooner we reach the chronicler, the sooner we can focus on defeating Malefor once an for all!”

Standing up herself, Luna nodded. Spyro spread his wings and took to the air, but once a mere three feet in the air, he face planted back down into the ground.

“Spyro!” Twilight and Luna both yelled.

Twilight darted from the bush to Spyro's side. Luna looked to Twilight in surprise, but her attention quickly focused on the most important situation on hoof; Spyro.

~~Apparentlythisisaline~~

Only thing that could be heard was the occasional collision of rock. Spyro flinched, his wings flaring out as he jumped up. Trying to keep his balance as the rock under him moved. Looking around, he immediately recognized where he was, it was the dream time spell that the Chronicler would use to communicate with him. The mass emptiness was a hazy purple, and the only mass he could see was rocks hovering in the distances. He cleared his voice as he called out, “Chronicler? Is that you?”

“Spyro, it's been such a long time.” The Chronicler chuckled.

Spyro blinked, utter confusion hitting him like an earthquake, “I-Ignitus?”

“Yes Spyro, it is I. Two thousand years older, and a new body, but yes, it is still me.” The Chronicler's voice slightly echoed through the void, but that didn't both Spyro any.

The purple dragons mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure what to actually say, but then he blurted out, “But I thought you were dead?!”

A small chuckle emanated throughout the purple haze, before the familiar voice softly spoke, “Yes, technically I am I suppose. When I transported you and Cynder through the ring of fire, I had used so much power that I didn't make it. As a reward, the previous Chronicler gave me a choice to become the next Chronicler.”

“Hold on a minute!” Spyro snapped, waving his arms frantically in confusion, “Luna said the Chronicler is an Alicorn, and her father!”

Silence was returned for a moment, a small breath could be heard before Ignitus spoke, “I'm sorry Spyro, I wish I could go into full detail, but you know full well how long these dream time spells last. However, I will tell you this much at least; you did not fully stop the ring of fire, and ponies became the dominant specie, and in order to prevent myself from becoming a mindless gem hoarding dragon, I became a pony. Apparently being a pony Chronicler made me an Alicorn. I will answer all your questions once you arrive.”

“We are on our way Ignitus, but is that why you contacted us? To see if we were on our way?” Spyro looked up as if trying to see him, knowing full well he wouldn't be able too.

“I wished to warn you of Malefor, he too has taken a pony form in order to refrain from turning into a mindless beast. His current ponysona is named Sombra, and is just as dangerous as he used to be. While you were gone, he managed to enslave the Crystal Empire a thousand years ago, but was sealed away along with the entire city. Only recently he was defeated by the current purple dragon; Spike.”

“Spike, but he is only purple because of Twilight, how is he the purple dragon?” Spyro sat down, his mind aching from the situation.

“When the dominant specie was shifted over to ponies, so was the legend of the purple dragon. A mare named Twilight Sparkle is the new purple dragon, or pony if you will. When she hatched Spike, he too became a purple dragon. I know this is all confusing, but please bare with me.”

“Twilight Sparkle! You must be making this up!” Spryo shook his head frantically, unsure if he was dreaming or if this really was the dream time spell to speak with the Chronicler.

“I'm sorry Spyro, but I must go. If you want more answers, then you will have to wait until you arrive.” By the end of his sentence, his voice was seeming to fade.

Spyro stood up as the rock underneath him seemed to lose its mass, until it disappeared completely, letting him drop.

~~Apparentlythisisaline~~

With Celestia:

A scroll landed in front of her, quickly unraveling the parchment with her magic. She was glad that it appeared when it did, she had just gotten out of a peace treaty meeting with the griffons. It wouldn't have been pretty if they had been interrupted during the dispute. However, Celestia's expression turned sour as she read the scroll.

'Dear Princess Celestia,

I was left to pet sit and I need to inform you that Sombra is back and he is apparently Malefor! While Twilight and the others were gone with Luna and Spyro, Malefor visited me and I think he wants me to help him. I don't know what to do so I sent you this letter. I know you're busy and I'm so sorry, but I didn't know what to do.-'

Celestia paused from reading, noticing a few wet droplets smearing a few letters here and there. Celestia's heart ached for the small dragon, clearly imagining the fear the young dragon must be feeling, 'Why did Twilight leave him all alone? Why didn't he go with them, surely she could have found a different pet sitter...' Dismissing the thought for the moment, she continued,

'I'm tempted to chase after Twilight, but I don't know what to do with the pets. If you get a chance, please come back.

Sincerely,

Spike'

Rolling up the scroll slowly, Celestia took to the sky. Flapping her wings and headed to her quarters where two Pegasi stallions stood guard. She didn't even acknowledge them as she closed the door behind her, and heading over to a vanity dresser. She began to promptly pull out a quill and paper, before writing.

'Dearest Spike,

I dread that I cannot come to your aid. There is talk of war with the griffon factions that outskirt Trottingham. Please do not fret Spike, head over to Zacora's and bring the pets with you. She has natural magic that can offer at least partial protection until I can return. I will send some help in the meantime, so look to the sky and you will know when you see them.

Sincerely,

Princess Celestia'

Upon completion, she didn't waste any time sending it away with her magic.

~~Apparentlythisisaline~~

Spike ran as quickly as he could, his claws clenched tightly around the leashes of the pets. He ran through Ponyville, not entirely sure where to go. Ponies screams could be heard as a purple haze followed the purple dragon. Spike knew it was Sombra, and apparently he didn't like him contacting the Princess.

Belch~! Spike breathed a green flame as a scroll appeared, making him trip and fall. His claw held tight to the leashes, the pets dragging him across the ground and away from Sombra. The scroll being left behind on the street. Spike clenched his eyes closed as his claw began to ache and his energy slowly being sapped away.

“Ahh!” Spike yelled out, the leashes slipping from his claws. He scrambled to his feet, but was promptly pushed onto his back, a hard black hoof holding him to the ground.

“Hehehe, hello there young dragon!” Sombra grinned, removing his hoof only to raise the baby dragon with his magic, “I hear you sent some fanmail to your favorite Princess.”

“You're evil! Everypony wont rest until you are stopped!” Spike growled, trying to swipe his claws at Sombra.

“Tsk tsk tsk, so vicious.” Sombra laughed maniacally, “You still don't believe me, do you?”

“I don't have too! I know you're lying!”

A grin formed on Sombra's face as he brought the young dragon closer, “Let me show you then!”

The baby dragon struggled as Sombra's horn shot black haze at him, turning his eyes green.

~~Apparentlythisisaline~~

Suddenly he was free of Sombra's grasp, but blinked when he realized he was back at the library.

“Spike, please take these and put them back.” Twilight stated as she dropped books from her aura.

The baby dragon managed to catch them, “Twilight! You've gotta help me!”

“Come on Spike, you've handled far more than that before! I need to check on Spyro!” Twilight stated with a frustrated tone, as she rushed up the stairs.

“Spryo? But they are traveling to the Chronicler!”

Spike froze as a black haze lazily drifted by his ear, “This is a month ago, a few days after Spyro first arrived here. See how Twilight just adores that new dragon? How she just dismissed you?”

Dropping the books onto the floor, Spike growled, swiping the air where the mist was, “No! He was injured! I was just as worried as she was!”

“Then why were you doing what you've always done? Cleaning up after Twilight's study sessions. You want to know a secret? She really wanted to replace you. Spyro is so much bigger, and stronger. He could easily replace you.” Malefor grinned as he moved to Spike's other ear.

“No...” Spike whispered, tears welling up in his eyes, “It's a lie...”

“Is it?” Malefor paused, a false look of concern on his face, “I could be wrong, but ask yourself, has she ever shown her appreciation?”

“She always thrown me birthday parties! Even back in Canterlot, she would invite all my friends!” Spike clenched his claws, punching at the mist once more.

The mist deformed, before swapping ears and reforming, “Really? Are you sure it was your party?”

“What... what do you mean?” Spike asked, water still waiting patiently in his eyes, unwilling to fall quite yet.

“She never gets you anything that you like, it's always a book. Plus, just look who she always invites!”

The library vanished, before his and Twilight's room in Canterlot appeared. The room scattered with presents and ribbon. Balloons strewn about the room, along with random party favors. Spike glanced around to notice several familiar faces. Celestia for one was there, she was always there when invited. Twilight and Spike's mom and dad were there, but that was a given. Shining Armor smiling along with Cadence.

“S-see, all my friends...” Spike's voice was shallow and shaky, tears daring to drip down his face, but he managed ever so slightly to hold them back.

“No, not your friends. Twilight's brother, Twilight's parent's, Twilight's babysitter, Twilight's mentor; all are Twilight's, not yours.”

His eyes clenched tight, tears finally streaming down his face. Falling to his knees and pushing his face in his claws. Spike remained silent, but that didn't stop Sombra from continuing, “See, do you see it? Ponies do not deserve the place as dominant specie. Griffons are even better than ponies, at least they are honest. They speak their mind even at the risk of war. None of this stringing along so called friends, making them do chores as free labor.”

The memory disappeared, and Sombra fully formed in front of Spike, gently placing a hoof on his shoulder, “Come my brother, come with me and I can help you achieve that greatness that the dragon race once held.”

Spike hesitated, but slowly stood up.

“That's a good lad! Come and we will put a stop to Spyro's evil doing.” Sombra softly smiled, turning to walk away.

Author's Note

this chapter turned out really wordy, and I usually try to focus on the environment instead of the dialect, but couldn't really work around that without taking away from the story I wanted to portray. Anywho, I hope everypony enjoyed this next chapter of Spyro and The Legend of Friendship