Spike the Crystal Driver

The collected Crystal Ponies all stared at the heavily breathing dragon who stood firmly on the dark iron chest-plate. The scaled beast held a spear that shined with a blood red glow. Then, a strange black smoke arose from the protective item that beast stood on.

It wrapped around the whelp like a snake does small mice. Spike thought about rising the spear but the spear wouldn't move when he tried to life it once more. The Crystal Spear was being held down by a thick black smoke that appeared from thin air. He could feel the darkness seeping into his scales and his very soul.

It felt like cool water does on a hot day: Soothing. His mind told his body not to fight it, but the muscle of the partnership had different plans. He swing his arms in a desperate attempt to banish the dark cloud.

The swing itself wasn't strong, but it carried the strength to clear a small gap in the pocket of darkness. It was only open for little more than a second. but he still saw something.

The Crystal Ponies were panicking and running around in circles.

"Is this the way they respond to a possible threat? Run around without even a plan of defense?

He decided, if he escaped from this darkened prison, he wouldn't rely on these four-legged beasts a second longer. Before now, the small child wasn't inquisitive about such things. But, in the last 50 seconds, his childhood was ended. No longer would he need any of them. He was becoming a dragon. neigh, he is a dragon now that he had slain Sombra.

The opening closed, leaving him in the dark once more. He tried again to pry the spear out of the grip of the thick black smoke. It wouldn't budge a inch.

"You've killed my former host"

A voice popped in his head, It sounded evilly seductive and certainly feminine. He knew that this voice was that of the black smoke all around him. Who knew what the owner of this voice could do. He decided to speak carefully but those words he heard before, once again gave sound in his head.

"No he didn't, Aphotic. I did "

This time it didn't sound angry or nice. It sounded of a young man, Not to young nor old. He now discovered the name of the Female's voice: Aphotic. He didn't know what it meant. Must be old or something.

*"Oh. Really, divine nerd? Then it's only fair I break yours."*

The black smoke that held down the tool of killing lifted, giving him control of it again. He raised the spear to strike at the dark cloud. But, before he could land a blow, a thick black smoke grabbed hold of the shaft of the spear. With frightening force, snapped The Crystal Spear into two.

"Ouch, you witch! That's not just pretty jewelry!

The voice sounded as if it were in pain. Like a long sword was just ran though the owner of the voice. Who ever these two were, they stunk of raw power. Mostly Aphotic. And the other one felt as though he carried a more refined taste. Like that of a gentleman.

"Well, Scintillant." the seductive voice replied. "That wasn't just a pile of bones!"

They continued to bicker for a minute or so, but after one threaten to strike the other. They both stopped and he almost felt eyes on him.

"We're going to die in a few days without bodies." Aphotic's voice said in his head only to be agreed with by Scintillant.

"I suppose so. It'll be cramped in there, but we'll survive. I'm not sure he will though."

It didn't take a genius to understand what their intent was. Take over his body, possibly ending his life. His mind scrambled to come up with a solution. His time was running out, he could feel them at the doorstep of his mind. Then, a stupid, life-threatening idea popped in his skull.

His mind went all feral and he dropped down to all fours on the chest-plate. He opened his mouth, his draconic teeth targeted the metal of the now deceased Warlock.

With little care, he attacked the iron with animal-like strength. This wasn't how he was raised, he was taught to love and show kindness. But his mind told him to betray the ponies' way. Kill or be killed, and he wasn't in the mood to die.

"Small Beast! Stop what thy is doing!" The voice of the darkness rang out in his head. it seemed strained and in pain. To make this more evident, the cloud started to disperse. If he paid more attention, he'd saw that the Crystal Ponies and his friends could now see him.

As the first piece of the dark metal came off, so did Aphotic's attempts to restrain him. He felt the cloud coil around his torso. It tugged at his small body, but it was too weak to get him off what he assumed her body.

"Don't take this to the heart, small whelp." He heard Scintillant speak. He felt the broken spear rising, picked up by some unseen force.

If he didn't perform this next part correctly, he'd lose this struggle. He must use the spear to pierce the chest-plate once again. Hopefully this would finish Aphotic. If it all went to plan, he'd deal with the magic spear when it came. He didn't exactly understand this whole magic situation. Lucky was the guess that attacking the dark metal would damage Aphotic.

He, more or less, sensed the spear charging toward him. Unpracticed Slight of Claw blessed him for he turned around at the last second and grabbed the floating pole by the already broken shaft. Anypony would have said Lady Karma blessed his claws. Now, he had everything where he wanted it.

The sharp point of the pole was now pressed against the steel and, with one blow, would finish off Aphotic. He took another hopeful guess that if he used the spear to slay the darkness, the light would also die. He assumed that this spear was light or something, And light can't exist without darkness, right?

"Wait, small beast!" The sound of Aphotic's voice gave sound in his head. "We can offer you, umm." After the passing of a second, she continued. "Immortality, or make you loved by all! Or something!

Her offerings were tempting, but he needed not eternal life or love. What she had to give him meant nothing to him, including her life.

He lifted the spear and planted the front of it in the cobblestone beside the shell for Aphotic. On that day, mercy was shown. He spoke out-loud to the both of the magical items. "Both of your lives I will spare. Life is precious, I know. Those who can let those who oppose him live truly grow, I am not blocked by anger or hate." With those words that came from no-where. He walked away.