Spike's Love Dagger

The library, a beacon of harmony and order to the single dragon that resides in Ponyville. Ponies were just recently celebrating the birthday for that young dragon before in the library and tried to keep it calm, but with Pinkie Pie leading the group, fun party are the only words that could describe the event.

Now, the Golden Oaks Library is covered in the aftermath mess of the party. Plastic cups, plates, bowls all littered the wooden floor. Books laid on the cold floor, disorderly, The task of cleaning this garbage lays on the shoulders of Spike alone. Twilight had left to take her parents and family back to the train station. Leaving him by himself for a hour or so. Twilight trusted the dragon to be mature and take care of any thing that happens in her absence.

Spike was a small dragon with purple scales and green spikes on his back. Just four years ago, he was hatched by Twilight Sparkle. Though out his life, he never knew who his parents were. Or even if they wanted him in their lives. He was told that his egg was left behind when dragons migrated one year. He was also led to believe that he was in the system for a long time. That ponies made up stories that his was the son of a king to sell him for higher prices. Soon enough, he was offered to Princess Celestia.

He grew up beside Twilight and all her excessive habits. He assist her in many ways: therefor was labeled as her assistant. But their bond was much stronger then that. He didn't do this for extra bits or the approval to reside here. He did it because he was obligated to do it.  He's the little brother of the relationship. And he loved Twilight as his mother and sister.

Spike now was on the ladder he uses to reach the top shelves of books and was putting books A-B in order on the shelf. He's done this task hundreds of times, and the chore was easily done. Next, he moved on picking up the trash on the floor. A task boring and tedious in nature.

Soon enough, all the books were in order on the shelves. The walls. floor and ceiling had all been cleansed of all of the garbage that once stained it.  The dragon's present, a large ruby Twilight and her friends bought for him, sat on the table while he paced around it. Thinking of ways of preparing the delectable gift.

A knock at the front door took his attention away from his thoughts. Twilight had a key and wouldn't need to knock. It must be one of the party goers that lost something.

Spike walked backwards to the door, not losing sight of the ruby. He turned the door nob to the left. And to finish the opening of the front door, he pushed the wooden structure inwards.

Waiting outside the wooden barrier, a stallion stood. Covered in a long dark cloak, if the dragon was looking at him, he would have noticed the face of the stranger couldn't be seen. For whatever reason, the hood blocked out any light from reaching the unidentified pony.

The dragon then came back to the mineral without a thought towards the stranger. "Bathroom's over there." The scaled reptile pointed across the foyer and up the stairs. But the new-comer didn't misplace anything. The front of the hood was focused on Spike.

The pushing of something light once more brought the gaze of the child to the stallion. Siting in front of him was a medium-sized box wrapped in gift wrap. Of course this was just somepony who was late to the party!

"Really, for me?" Spike jumped to open the box and see what the pony offered him. The box was small, and wrapped in a colorful paper. It surely didn't shelter any big object. Maybe another gem. How he loved rubies, gems and diamonds,

He carefully untied the small piece of string keeping the paper connect the the box. A gentledrake he was, you could say. Gently opening a gift wasn't tearing it open using stubby digits with clawed tips. It's opening it with one, swift motion without scratching the wrap.

The nice paper fell softly to the ground, exposing his gift: A box with strange markings running up and down the black cardboard.

He could almost feel what was inside when he lifted the case of the box. None other than Ammolite, the rarest gem known to all of Ponykind. It houses strange magical effects, prone to give wealth to the poorest of ponies and Luck ten-folded to anypony down on their own. Digesting the rainbow colored mineral would either cause death or eternal life. He need neither, nor did he want them.

But, in his praising, he didn't notice that it was embedded inside a dagger. One made of silver that shined so good in the candle light. He almost felt like this beautiful item was too good for him to touch it, but the hoof of the stranger picked it up and dropped it in his claw's embrace. The shiny dagger felt so right in Spike's palms.

With one hand, he grabbed the handle for it. It to was encrusted with the opal-like gemstone. To the dragon-race, Ammolite was reserved for their gods and rulers. The Magical properties it carried was priceless. No unicorn could do what this gemstone could do. Not Twilight or Starswirl The Bearded. For this was truly the greatest gift he could be given.

The cloaked pony had something else for the Spike. A harness that appeared to be able to wrap around his body. It could allow him to put the dagger on his back, rather than carry it around. The young boy put the small shiny weapon into the sheath and placed the harness around his torso. It, like the handle of the weapon, felt right for him.

He tested on how fast he could pull on the handle of the weapon, just a second it took. From the front, it would like like a sword was on his back, not a dagger. Spike sheathed the blade and raised his head to thank the new friend.

Spike look around, confused. He wasn't here. Not in the kitchen, not in the basement, or the foyer. He didn't hear him leave. Perhaps in the dragon's trance he forget to hear him leave.

"Well," Spike's mind said. "I'm sure he knew I was thankful. He probably also knew dragons took a liking to Ammolite." The  Ammolite's dragon-skin surface shined even brighter when Spike brought it up the moonlight. His mind forget something. It changes shapes. When the light touched it's surface. it formed into a a watch made to be carried in pockets. The Ammolite being in the center of each side, silver making up for the rest of it . In shock, he dropped the watch to the solid ground.

The gift withstood the force easily, Ammolite didn't scratch easily. He picked it back up and brushed off the dust it collected. He examined it more thoroughly. He noticed that more strange markings were staining the silver's surface. Probably the spell that allows it to change forms with the gemstone.

He opened the silver front, the clock told him that in just a short thirty minute passing, it'd be midnight. Twilight must be held up by something. But, the clock might be wrong. He closed the watch and stowed it in his pocket. He supposed he should go to bed. ..He went back to the living room, he was just at the window, so he was technically still in the room. He locked the door, the stranger probably closed it when he left. He turned around and spotted something:The ruby! He left it here on the table.

He decided to eat it later in the morning, but it had to enjoy some of the rock before he rested. He took out the watch. He'll just cut some off for a midnight snack. In a second, it changed in his hands back into the same dagger he saw before. Shining beautifully once more.

With one swift motion, he chopped off a small piece of the ruby and raised the rest to eat. But the smashing sound of the door caused him to halt devouring the red morsel. With a surprised look plastered all his face, he turned around to see who just bashed the door.