Spike has found his new favorite thing to do in his alone time: Read his enchanted stories. The hooded pony he has usually gotten his comics from has gotten hold of a few action and adventure stories, instead of just comics. Spike takes one without any thought in hopes of the best experience imaginable, being a hero again. The new book in his hands he takes a long look at it walking back to the tree house. A large scrawny creature with bare skin, with the occasional bandage wrapped on him or leather armor strapped to him, pointing his arm towards his head and making a shape with his fingers, similar to some of those new technology weapons he had heard the royal guard is testing. His face had some sort of mask strapped on, also seemingly made of leather, his eyes glowing blue and bright. The leather made Spike a little nervous as to what he was about to read, since leather came from mostly animals. He shrugged his feeling off, convincing himself of the leather being something else, maybe some sort of cloth. He opens his book and is greeted by a man narrating the story to him. He imagines a deep, rough voice for this character. The story begins now.