A Troublesome Life

Well, the entries were not what I expected at all. I thought they’d be gorey, or, perhaps, too scary: This wasn’t the case. I was surprised that my uncle knew about these, and gave this book to me in the first place. Well, it doesn’t matter. I have it, and that’s the end of it.

Anyways, after a bit of reading, Rarity piped up.

“Can you go and get me a few supplies?” She asked as she handed me a long, long, list. I grabbed it, and shrugged. I walked out the door, and was greeted by the little dragon again. He looked a bit angry, and a bit sad, at the same time.

“Hey there…” I had no clue what to call him. I think Twilight called him ‘Spike’ a few times. He looked at me, his arms crossed.

“What are you doing at Rarity’s so often?” He asked. I looked at him in confusion.

“I work for her, and I live here.” I replied. He must’ve thought I was lying, because he became angrier.

“I’m not buying it.” He said. Instantly, I knew we’d have a little fight, so I decided to not delay the inevitable.

“Well, I ain’t sellin’ it.” I said, with a hint of a smile. He grew angrier, and he balled his fists. I laughed at this.

“Look, little guy, I don’t know what your deal with Rarity is, but jealousy is clouding your thoughts, and not letting you hear reason.” I stated, “And, when I was little, I used to think the same way. So, that concludes that you are very young, yes?” He became a lot angrier. The next thing I knew; I was enveloped in green fire, and I was on top of somebody. I looked down, made a ‘urk’ sound, and hopped off the Princess of the Sun. I bowed down and apologized. I then told her all that happened. She seemed to know Spike, and let the royal guards escort me back to Ponyville. I must say; riding in a golden carriage like royalty will shut all the people who thought you’re a hobo up. I instantly starting looking for the little bastard.

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I never found him, but I did get the things Rarity needed. I headed towards the boutique. When I got there, I opened the door, and saw Spike going here and there, grabbing things for Rarity. When he handed it to her, I saw a look in his eyes. It made me want to crack up. Really? This little guy thinks he has a chance to get a girl of another species, that’s also probably ten times his age? I thought to myself. I didn’t know how old Spike was, but I was guessing two or three. I was probably wrong, but, hey; I don’t have much information on dragons. Even Gusle (My uncle) wasn’t brave enough to get close to them. All I knew was that he was WAY smaller than fully-grown dragons. I decided to pipe in.

“Hey, I’m back.” I said. Spike turned and his eyes widened in horror. Rarity turned and smiled.

“Oh, what took you so long?” She asked. I looked at Spike, and scowled.

“Ask the lizard that looks ready to piss himself.” I said coldly. She turned to Spike in confusion, and his face grew red, and he looked ashamed of himself. I smiled a bit.

“You know, I don’t know how, but I was sent to Celestia’s bed chamber.” I started, “She could’ve executed me, or, banished me. And you meant to… what exactly? Burn me to a crisp? Or did you know that I’d be sent to Celestia?” I said. He still had a look of terror. He slid in front of me, and began to beg on his knees.

“Please, please, PLEASE don’t tell Twilight!” He said, “I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t tell her!” I looked up at Rarity, who still looked confused. I looked back down at the begging dragon. I began to ponder how I could blackmail him. Although, it’s a bit harsh, he is just a baby. I let out a sigh.

“Look, I don’t want to black mail you, so, I swear not to tell Twilight that you sent me to Canterlot via fire-travel.” I said with a little smile. He thanked me… a lot. He also hugged my fore-legs tightly. I rolled my eyes, and gently pushed him off.

“Uh… yeah… I think you’ve thanked me enough. Well, here’s the stuff anyways Rarity.” I said. Rarity took the things with her magic, and rummaged a bit. Spike looked at me. It was an odd look he had. It was a look of a mix of both hatred and thankfulness. I didn’t know I look was possible with such different emotions. I looked at him, still a bit confused. Then it hit me: I was sent to Canterlot and I still got Rarity the things she needed. It made me look completely un-self centered, and that I’d do anything for her. Though, it’s not true. I am a little self-centered, as I don’t always do things for what I want. Also, I wouldn’t do anything for Rarity, or anyone. To say the least; I’ve trailed off in my own explanation.

I laughed a bit. The entire explanation went through my head in a millisecond. He looked at me, the thankful look fading, leaving just hatred. I knew that him and I would constantly fight in the future. Perhaps I could settle it in a way. Get very close with Rarity, and hook them up, was a thought I had. I knew it’d be impossible, but, maybe I could try. I leaned in next to Spike.

“Hey, maybe in the future; I can try and hook you up with Rarity.” I whispered, and leaned back. He had that look of thankfulness again, and he gave me a huge grin.

“You’d do that?!” He asked in a pretty loud whisper. I looked to Rarity, who was at work again, then back at Spike. I gave him a wink, which, I’d never been able to pull off a wink. He hugged my fore-legs again, really freakin’ tight; if I may add. Once again; I pushed him off. I walked up to Rarity.

“I’m gonna take the day off; it’s been pretty crazy.” I said, and then walked out the door. I quickly went back in, got a couple of apples from the bag from earlier today, and walked out again.

I was happily munching on them when a rainbow blur hit me off my feet, and crashed into the side of a building. I was disorientated, and just laid there. I was looking up at the sky. I spit out the apple, and stayed where I was. It was a nice day; the sun was shining, there were puffy clouds here and there. I never noticed it this morning. Meh, I thought. I stood up. It was a beautiful day, indeed, but I wouldn’t spend all day admiring it. I looked at Rainbow Dash, who was in a crumpled heap next to a building. I trotted over, and looked down at her.

“It’s pretty amazing that you don’t even have a cut or broken bone.” I said. She stood up as fast as she had hit the building. She gave me a triumphant smile. I gave her a smile that wasn’t one of amusement, but more of a teasing gesture.

“So, were you planning to crash into that building, all-the-while knocking me over?” I asked. I looked back at the half-eaten apple and the other’s core. I looked back at Dash, who, didn’t seem as jokingly as I did.

“No, I wasn’t planning on it.” And then her smile came back, “But, you have to admit; I was going very fast!” She said. I rolled my eyes. I walked away, chuckling to myself. What to do… I thought to myself. Not doing work; Spike is no doubt covering for me… maybe I can ask Apple Jack if she needs any help. And so; I trotted to Sweet Apple Acres.

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When I got there; I nearly got flattened by a rogue cart full of apples. I didn’t dodge it, if that’s what you thought. It hit me, made a thump sound, as a loud pop came from me. The cart’s front fell apart, and the rest of the cart followed as it hit a tree nearby. Once again, I was on the ground, looking at the sky. I laid there, admiring it again. I was in a bit of pain, as it had probably dislocated my leg. I heard foot-steps, and looked over at Apple Jack and Big Mac with worried expressions.

“Hey.” I said. They looked at me, in surprise. I pointed at the cart with my good leg.

“Your cart broke, sorry about that.” I said. I tried to move the other leg, but it hurt quite a bit. I looked to them.

“So, can you two help me push my leg back into its socket?” I asked kindly. It sounded so non-chalant, that it was almost hilarious. Big Mac grabbed my leg, and forcefully pushed it back in. I probably yelled a few words that would get a little filly or colt grounded for a long, long, time. I got up, tested my shoulder, and thanked Big Mac.

“Eeyup.” He said. I looked to Apple Jack.

“So, do you need any help around here?” I asked. She smiled.

“We could always use help.” She said.