A Dragon's Flame: Part One

by TheFieldsofIce

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, Sad, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Romance
Length: 2181

After a string of dragon on equine murders, ponies across Equestria are left demanding strict action be taken, but when Celestia fails to deliver, some seek to take it on their own. Now innocent dragons, like Spike, find themselves in the crosshairs.

For hundreds of years, the ancient quarrels between dragon and pony had been put to rest under Celestia's reign. However, after a simple land dispute on Equestria's border turns violent, dozens of ponies are left dead at the hands of dragons. As outrage over the event sweeps the nation, a strong divide between the two races is beginning to reemerge. To make matters worse, many ponies have begun to question the princesses' response; calling them too soft. Some have even decided to take matters into their own hands.

As the situation escalates, Spike has found himself growing evermore isolated. Every time he steps outside, he can't help but find at least one pony looking at him as if he were covered in the blood of the victims. Though, through these trying times, Spike has only been able to hold onto one constant: Twilight. But no matter how tightly they hold onto each other, will it be enough to see them through the days ahead?

Published 2014-05-11 12:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-11 12:00:03 UTC

Chapter One: Five Years

Spike awoke with his heart racing and a cool chill running down his scales. He brought a hand to his forehead and tried to wipe away some of the sweat he had accumulated in his sleep. As he sat up, Spike breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself from his nightmare.

He looked over to see the first beams of sunlight beginning to reach over the windowsill. Spike felt a little revealed by this, for this had not been the first nightmare of the night.

Spike slid out from under his sheets, and was almost ready to call to Twilight to wake up, but the sight of her empty, and already made bed, halted him. Assuming the mare had decided to get a jump on the day, Spike began down the staircase and into the main room. As he did this, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes confirmed his theory.

He stepped into the kitchen to find Twilight with a plate of pancakes before her. She seemed to be too intrigued by her newspaper to even notice Spike’s entrance.

“Good Morning, Twilight,” he said groggily.

Twilight appeared to jump before she looked up to Spike. She forced a smile to hide her embarrassment, but as she took note of Spike's bloodshot eyes, her expression quickly shifted to one of concern.

“You didn’t get much sleep I take it?”

He shook his head.

“Well, there’s pancakes if you want some,” she said as she gestured towards the plate across from her.

Spike shot her a playful look as he took a seat. “You didn’t burn the underside like last time, right?”

The princess rolled her eyes. “That only happened once.” She paused before redirecting the conversation. “Now, do you mind telling me what kept you up?”

Spike sighed. “Just some nightmares.”

“Same as last time?”

He nodded.

Twilight leaned back in her seat. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk? It might help to get some of this stuff off your chest.”

“No, I’m good,” he said, raising a claw to assure her.

“I’m just saying you should-“

“Twilight, it’s okay. Can we please just talk about something else?” said Spike, more forcefully than he meant.

She averted her eyes, fearing her present course may only serve to annoy him.

“Okay.”

He noticed this shift, and began to regret his actions.

“I’m sorry. Now just isn’t a good time…”

This caused both to feel slightly awkward, but Twilight quickly thought of something to say.

“Hey, when I was making these pancakes I noticed we were running low on a few things. Do you think you could come to the market with me?”

He nodded. “Sure, I don't mind.”

Twilight smiled to him before returning to her paper.

“So what's got you so interested today?” asked Spike, as he raised his brow.

She sighed. "Before you read this, just know I'm going to take care of it."

Spike leaned forward, now much more concerned. "Twilight, is everything okay?"

She looked down at the newspaper, hesitating before unfolding it and sliding it over to Spike.

As soon as he read the front page, he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“MORE DRAGON ON PONY MURDERS SPARK OUTRAGE”

Spike moved down and began to read the rest of the article. It was clearly bias; almost trying to stir up controversy with the way it was worded. Sure it was good for the news industries, but bad for the thousands of innocent dragons living in Equestria.

“So, it’s starting again?”

Twilight nodded. “Listen, the princesses and I will think of something, and in a few months it'll all blow over.”

Spike looked up at her with an expression obviously not as hopeful as Twilight’s. “It still hasn’t blown over, Twi; it just hasn’t been as bad.” Spike then stood. “I mean, whose brilliant idea was it to put a town there anyways?!”

“The farmers need the land Spike. Regardless, as long as the princesses and I can calm things down, we can still fix this. I promise.”

“You’re not a dragon; you just don’t get it!”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to get frustrated. “That may be true, but I saw how you were last time, and I care about you more than anypony in the world! So don’t tell me I don’t get it!”

Spike was about to continue his rebuttal, but once Twilight's words registered with him, he just stared at her, really not sure how to reply.

“... Really?”

Twilight’s cheeks turned a light shade of crimson at the realization of what she had said. However, since it was true, she figured that she might as well own up to it.

“Well, of course I do. You're my best friend."

As the pair walked down the streets, Twilight looked to each of the market stands, trying to check off every item on her list. Spike, on the other hand, was far less focused on the task, and more on the eerie feeling that he was being watched. He would continually turn around hoping to catch some pony eyeing him, but each time he did this he found no one paying him any attention. However, based on past experience, he figured the best thing to do was ignore it; for now at least.

Oftentimes Spike would wonder just what happened to Equestria, the same nation he helped protect on numerous occasions. It’s almost as if the recent years of peace have left everyone with nothing to do. Simply put, if the evil outside is at rest, then the evil inside is at work.

“Spike, which one of these look better?” asked Twilight, holding up two tomatoes with her magical grip.

Spike really couldn’t see a difference; so he did somewhat of a mental coin flip.

“The one on the left, I guess.”

Twilight eyed the one he had selected once again. “You’re right. The other one looks too early.”

The princess then made her way over to the pony running the stand.
“That’ll be four bits,” she said with a smile.

Twilight reached into her saddlebag and pulled out the requested amount before thanking her and trotting away. Spike smiled to the seemingly friendly pony, but as he did this, her sunny expression quickly shifted.

Spike truly began to loathe outings. Each time he’d leave the library, he’d have to deal with something like this. Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone in public without someone mumbling about him being a savage, or catching someone watching him with disgust in their eyes. However, in Ponyville at least, ponies like this only made up a minority, so he never felt like he was ever in any real danger. Only in the larger cities did the threats become a reality.

Just as Spike rested Twilight’s grocery bags upon the floor, an emerald flame shot out of his mouth. Before the incoming letter had time to hit the ground, Spike’s claw snatched it from the air. Examining it, he saw the royal seal of Princess Celestia, as usual.

“Come on, why is it that Luna never writes you?” he asked as he handed her the scroll.

Twilight smirked as she unrolled it with her magic. “Do you remember how she could dream walk?”

“Oh.”

Twilight glanced over the parchment, but as she did so, she began to trail off; her expression going from her usual mild happiness, to one of shock with traces of worry.

Spike instantly took note of this abrupt change. “What’s wrong?”

Twilight just stared at the letter, rereading it a whole three times. She had hoped that she might have misread some critical detail, but found she had not.

She looked up to him. “Princess Celestia wants us to come to Canterlot. For the foreseeable future."

His expression now shifted to mirror Twilight’s. “What?”

“She says she’ll give us some time to get our things together, but she wants us in Canterlot by the end of the week.”

Spike made is way over to Twilight’s side, as to read the letter for himself.

“Did she say why?”

She handed Spike the parchment before walking off. “No, but I have a pretty good guess.”

Spike walked along the dirt path outside of Ponyville, a cool mid morning breeze enveloping him with the scent of spring. It was the perfect place and time to do some thinking, and think he did. Spike thought of all the hate he’d receive upon his arrival in Canterlot, all the things he and his friends wouldn’t get to do together, but most of all, he thought of Rarity.

If he was really going to live in Canterlot for as long as he’s lived in Ponyville, it could be years before he saw her again. By then any feelings she might have developed for him would be long lost. This was something Spike was certainly not willing to accept. However, this presented him with yet another problem; if she indeed had any feelings for him, there was only one way to find out. He had to ask Rarity out, on a date. It was something perfectly simple, yet the very notion of it sent fear burrowing deep into his heart.

The dragon pondered just how he’d go about this. Would he go up to her casually and ask so matter-of-factly that it was as if he were asking her the time? No, that’d seem to brash, almost like he didn’t care one way or another. Would he wear his best suit and bring her a bouquet of flowers? No, that’d seem too over the top, and all the effort might even make her feel obligated to go out with him. No matter how much he wanted her to do this, indirectly forcing her to go was not the answer.

Then, a far more troubling thought crossed his mind. What if she does say yes, only to never get to see him? He couldn’t keep her from being happy, by never being there for her. It just wasn’t right.

Spike sighed and came to a stop. He craned his neck back and looked up towards the blue sky. Clouds danced with the wind as they always had, completely indifferent to his inner turmoil. It always seemed that the most beautiful of days, would be Spike’s worst.

“Spike?” asked a familiar voice.

He looked over to see that his thought blinded stroll had brought him to Sweet Apple Acres, and there before him was Applejack sitting peacefully beneath an apple tree.

She smiled to him. “What are ya doing all the way out here?” The mare then took note of his expression. “Something the matter?”

The cowpony’s genuinely caring attitude brought a weak smile to Spike’s lips. Lately, having anyone show the least bit of concern for him, other than Twilight, was always uplifting.

“Just doing a little thinking, AJ. What about you?”

She fixed her hat. “Well, I just finished some apple bucking, and figured I’d take a break before lunch. Now, how about you tell me what it is you’re thinking about.”

If there was one thing other than honesty that Spike knew Applejack for, it was persistence, so he figured he might as well get this over with now.

He sighed before speaking, considering his next words.

“Applejack, I want you to promise not to mention this to anyone.”

She nodded. “Cross my heart. Now, what’s wrong?”

Spike looked to the dirt; the morning’s dew almost completely burnt away. “If somepony you care about a lot is going away, should you tell them how you feel?”

Applejack smirked. “Well, that answer is obvious; of course ya should. If ya really care about this mare, ya should tell her. It’s now or never.”

Spike looked up. “But wouldn’t it hurt to find out, only to have them leave?”

Applejack nodded. “Yeah, it would, but never knowing is even worse.”

“How can you be sure?”

Applejack stood to her hooves and trotted over to Spike. “Just because I was never too involved in the dating business, doesn’t mean I don’t know how ponies think. So just trust me on this one. Even the two of ya don't get to see each other every day, there’s nothing stopping letters, phone calls, and the occasional visit.”

Spike nodded. “That’s if she says yes.”

Applejack smiled. “Let me tell ya right now, she’d be a fool not to. And if she does say no, that’s her loss.”

He smiled back at Applejack. She did always have a habit of knowing just the right thing to say to make him feel better. Then suddenly his expression fell as he remembered the true reason for his departure.

“Even with all that’s been happening to dragon’s lately?”

Applejack looked away, truly not expecting this remark. “All I can say is, if she really does want to be with ya, she wouldn’t care. Besides, if you’re going for some pony who isn’t willing to fight for the two of you, she’s not the right one anyways.”