Curse of the Dracopyre

by Zealus6

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Adventure, Tragedy
Length: 5160

Gallant wants more than the power of the wolf. His father may have the answers... but what is the cost?

Gallant was always wandered from place to place, never staying long, never making real friends, never falling in love. His Mother loved him but his father was never around. Gallant and his father are immortal werewolves, whose powers havent worked since Nightmare Moon was banished. Now she's back, and Gallant is no longer satisfied with the power of the wolf.
He wants MORE.

(Rated teen for violence, gore, and morbid situations)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-11 23:10:01 UTC

1: Wolves

It's always been this way.  I just... drift.  I wander from place to place, never there for more than a month.  I meet ponies, make a few friends, but i always feel the call to again leave.  To wander.  To roam.  Its all i ever wanted, even back in THOSE days.  Was I happy back then?  I couldn't have been, not with the constant to and fro and the hustle and bustle of the city life.  Canterlot was different back then, back before Nightmare Moon was banished.  I know, I was there.  Of course, not within a few feet "there", but everypony in the city saw the fight that took place over the city.  The sky back then, both the sun and the moon casting a bright shadow over the world.  It was glorious.  And it was then that I knew I was missing out.  I was just a guard back then.  Of course, that is too be expected of a pony named "Gallant."  I never figured out what that meant.  Wasn't it an old term for a knight?

Gallant or not, I am just walking along the path, wishing, as always, that the changes would return.  Ponyville should be in sight soon.  Its been so long now, since I came close to my own adventure.  Yet I haven't aged a day.  I often wonder how long it's been.  Would Celestia remember me?  I doubt it.  I was just an ordinary guard, until that day.  The day I joined with the world of beasts, and became a monster.  It's the reason that I wander, looking for the answer.  Its the reason that I feel the power, just under the surface, breathing.  But it's just a thousand miles away.  This life is nothing!  It always had been!  I want MORE!  I want fun, I want power, I want my adventure.  I deserve one!  I want to matter.  That's why I quit and left, all that time ago.  I slept for a long time in the tunnels under Canterlot.  Then why I left it for parts unknown.  I ate grass off the ground.  Can you believe that?

So i wandered the badlands sometime before she was banished.  But it was my damned friend who found me there.  How could he have possibly found me?  He should have left me to rot.  I don't even remember his name these days.  He said that the roars could be heard all the way in Canterlot.  What was I doing so close to the city?  Had I somehow got turned around?  He said that when he found me, I was a bleeding mess of flesh.  Bones, organs, flesh, everything had been torn apart.  Yet I was still alive.  He said my blood was green.  I still don't believe it.  I still don't know what attacked me, what set me on this path.

I never knew my father.  My mother raised me alone in Canterlot, working two jobs to put me through school.  I failed her when I applied to be a measly guard.  An earth pony like me, what better way to push others around?  My early brutality was trained out of me.  Or so I thought.  After my friend had found me, i begged him to leave me.  I didn't want my first adventure to leave in such a state, but he had none of it.  He carried my bloody body on his back, until a contingent of other guards found us.  Of course, they brought me too a hospital, where it was said that I should be dead already, my mother so sad that I was going to die.  Between you and me, I think she is just sad that she never got an adventure.  My arrival was absolutely nothing of interest.  A gutted guard found in the badlands?  What was he even doing there?  What a fool...

Slowly I healed.  Organs reappeared, seemingly from nothing.  That was when the media took interest in me.  The badlands makes you invincible?  Flesh re-grew, bones re-shaped, and re-attached.  I am told that my condition during then was completely depressed.  I had nothing to say to the newspapers.  I just did nothing all day, how could I be anything but depressed?  Eventually, they all gave up.  I don't even remember my last interview, and I am certain that nopony ever even went into the badlands for justice.  My last visitor was Ajustice, the friends from the guard who found me.  I was unresponsive...during that day.

But the night... oh, the night.  Back then, Luna hadn't been banished yet.  The moon was at full power, and I could feel it.  The power within me, turned me into some kind of large black dog.  The changes were horrifying at first, and I was disgusted with myself.  What kind of adventure could a large black dog possibly go on?

I am lying through my teeth.  From the very first change, I loved it!  It was everything I ever wanted, in the form of fur and smelly slobber.  I thoroughly enjoyed stalking the hospital as a beast, stealing raw meat and scaring the daylights out of the interns.  I gave them all the drama they could ever want!  All good things come to an end.  I went too far, once.  Rumors of the demon dog were getting around, even though Doctor Desperato vehemently denied them.  I don't even remember what his station was, but I do remember that he was the oldest and most accomplished doctor there.  So, one night he stayed late to check on a terminally ill patient, and I crept up behind him, baring my teeth, waiting for him to turn around...

I tore him apart.  Flesh and bone alike became my toys as I ripped and chewed on his organs, the whole time that terminally ill pony just watched in horror.  I think I actually swallowed one or two of his organs.  I felt that strangest something too, almost like I liked to rip apart old doctors.  All good things come to an end.  Somepony heard the screaming and I fled as soon as she entered the room.  Never figured out what became of that old terminal pony.  I still remember his eyes to this day, looking down on me in horror and disgust as the doctor seized and a pair of jaws came clean through the good doctor.  Never again will I be looked down upon, i vowed.

After easily shaking my pursuers, I rummaged through trash cans in an alley.  Then I heard it.  Voices in the sky, bright lights, I thought that I had eaten too much of the raw meat.  I hadn't.  Celestia and Luna clashed in, until Celestia crashed back down into the palace.  It was a lovely display, to see that matriarch get put in her place, by another alicorn, no less.  That was when I realized my destiny lie in the power of the dog, the changes ever since I had been recovered.  Luna was banished to the moon in a flash of rainbow light, her face appearing on the moon to this very day.  Instantly, I shifted back into my broken, beaten, and scarred self.  I don't even know how long it's been.  I decided to leave then.  Only fog greets as I roll into town.  I am always bouncing between Equestria's largest settlements, in waves of about thirty years, never stopping in Ponyville except for the night.  I only once returned to Canterlot, for my mother's funeral.  It was a wretched affair.  Only a few turned up.  My father, and a few friends and neighbors.  My father didn't look at me once, nor I him.  I don't think any pony else knew who I was.  That sure was foolish of me, because a legion of guards took me into custody.

I was questioned, so I told the truth.  You should have seen the look on Ajustice's face.  He was captain of the guard by that point.  He had taken over my investigation, the poor thing.  Just one adventure after another.  It was clear to them I had developed brain fever, a common (that is, the only) mental disease that they knew about back then.  The old man with a stupid name simply let me go, perhaps out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness.  I never saw him alive again.  He had an open casket funeral, i read in a paper.  I was just starting to figure out that I wasn't aging, and was using it to my full advantage.  I was wandering full time by this point.  I read his obituary in the paper.

Every so often, I like to pretend i'm the dog again.  I'll tear some pony apart, every fifty years or so.  That way, no pony gets suspicious.  When I do, i can almost swear that I have padded feet again, and those fangs.  Those eyes.  I gathered from my time in the hospital that they were purple.

So here I am, walking along the path to Ponyville.  I read somewhere that the summer sun celebration is today.  Its supposed to be the longest day of a thousand years.  Not that I cared.  I just want Luna back.  No.  I need her back, so that I can again feel the tear of flesh against my claws and my teeth.  Its been so long now that I cant even...

Wait.

Did everything just get a little lower?

Where did Luna's face in the moon go?

Hm.  Nothing happening.

Yes.

YEA!

I CAN FEEL IT!  TRANSFORMATION!

I think I yelled that last part out loud, but there's nopony here to hear it.  Then my stomach gives a kick.  My heart stops, then starts again.  I give a kick and a yelp.  I snort, dripping mucus burning its way back inside my nose, then even further.  I look around, around at the singed trees and the eyes looking at me from the darkness.

"The time has come," says my father.  He starts to change too.  He buckles and falls to two knees as I do the same.  My confused thoughts are banished as i give myself over to that pain, and welcome the changes it brings.  My fur grows and turns black.  Did you know that in all this time, all the jobs I held, all the mares I made swoon, I never developed a cutie mark?  Neither did my father, apparently.

My hooves grow and harden, becoming long black claws.  I vomit blood all over the dirt in front of me.  My father squeezes his eyes shut.  Then he starts growing.  I do the same, picking myself up from the dirt and the blood as my front hooves become hands and my back hooves become talon feet.  My tail even grows longer as my snout fills with long, dagger teeth.  My eyes glow that faint purple.  My father has red eyes, I notice, interested.  I stop growing at almost eight feet, and give a huge howl.  Rocks and leaves jump and rumble, trying to escape me.

I rush towards my still growing father, running on four feet.  The days of stealth are over.  Running and hiding are for the new or for the weak, the adventure-less.  I run now for the power.  I want to make my father bleed.

Still my father grows.  Titanic fangs hang from titanic lips, dripping with green poison.  The beast before me is at least twenty feet tall, and I couldn't care less.  I leap straight for his eyes, claws arching through the air, my body a perfect bullet.  My father simply opens his mouth and a torrent of black spill forward from it, blasting full over my entire body, sweeping me in a mess of pain and then an explosion when I hit the ground with the force of a train.  I'm not even slightly fazed, though something grows in me.  Like an acrobat I flip away from a hand as big as me swipes at the space i was just in.  I swipe forward, completely out of control now, burrowing into the back of my father's hand.  He roars in pain, louder than a dragon, but already I climb my way up to his eyes, and leap forward, over his mouth this time, teeth bared for his left eye.  He leans back and breaths that energy back at me.

I defy gravity as I flip over the beam.  It destroys a tree behind me and I fall on top of my father's head, burying my claws into his ear and into his eye.  He howls again, rolling onto his back in a wrestling move, trying to smash me onto the ground.  I fly off, land rolling on the ground, and lunge for his exposed neck and he thrashes on the ground.  A fist catches me full in the side and pain explodes through my side and stomach, blood leaking from my mouth.  I managed to grab hold of the fist and bury all my claws in there, but the tough skin is more scratched than anything else.  I bite down, eliciting a cry of pain from my father, as he claps his hands together, crushing me between them.  This time I whimper.  For a moment, he crushes his hands together, trying to asphyxiate me, but I stick a claw foot through the mark I made with my teeth, penetrating the soft flesh.  Father roars again and I stick my foot into the gaping hole, nearly crawling inside of it.  Father throws me into the side of a cliff, then rushes at me on all fours, each step seeming to cause an earthquake.

Just before he gets to me, he leaps into the air, one set of claws forward.  Four of them stab into the cliff around me, the last one perfectly pushes through me, right in the chest.  My father smiles with glee.  I can no longer make a sound.  My entire torso is now a bloody sinkhole, my intestines hanging out the sides of the my torso, around my father's claw.

"Meat!"  My father screeches.  His head leans down to me as he nips my shoulder with one lance of a fang.  He puts the fang up against my cheek and i recoil from the touch, blood leaking from my mouth again.  With the smaller teeth on the back of his muzzle, he tears into the skin on my arm and peels it off.  There is a sickening pull, horrid pain, and the sound of a fish being peeled.  I realize that that sound is indeed my arm.  I make a small sound, and father laughs again, rolls of skin and muscle dropping from his snout.  He leans in close again, and whispers in my ear.

"I'm back!"  He says.  "I have been here, developing my link with the forest as you wandered from place to place, looming for your precious adventure!"  His empty red eyes narrowed, and I struggled against the spear stuck in my gut.  "Your mother died of a broken heart, you bastard.  Now that the lycanthropy is back with the return of Luna, I'm far stronger than you ever were.  Wasting your power in a hospital, pulling pranks and stealing food...  I am in tune with the wolf, you are a lost little pup."

I manage a small sound.  Then my father pulls back, sniffing the wind.

"Something is wrong..."  He murmurs.  "Nightmare Moon has failed.  She never did have what it took...unless..."  He thought for a moment, withdrawing his claws from the stone and from me as he sat down on the blood stained grass.  I instantly collapse to the ground.

He looked back at me.  "Listen well, pup."  I whimpered again.

"The elements are back, though from where I couldn't tell.  If you get hit with them, your adventure is over.  Forever.  Luna will find us, she will take our powers, and she will keep them for herself.  Our powers are connected to dreams and to the moon.  The mistress of the night commands both.  But all is not lost.  We will adapt, you and I.  I was prepared for this.  So here's the deal:  Instead of wolves, bats.  Instead of flesh, blood.  Instead of fur, skin.  Instead of claws, wings.  Instead of life, death.  Instead of forest, city.  Instead of muscle, magic.  It is a simple trade.  Deal?"  I feel a bony weight on my chin.  His claw lifts my head to look at him.  It is very dark and cold all of a sudden.  I vomit blood onto his claw, and he goes serious.

"Good enough!"  He laughs.  His eyes crack and glow, suddenly green.  He spits a beating heart at me.  "Eat that.  The heart of justice!"  He giggles like a filly at some joke only he got.  The beating heart landed just a hair from my snout.  With great difficulty, i lean forward an snap it up.  The change is instant.  I shrink back down to a pony.  I grow bat's wings and fangs grow from my muzzle.  My normally brown mane turns pitch black as my coat turns from its normal green to pitch white.  My strength returns to my limbs and as i look down, my wounds are healed.  Rotten, but healed.  I stand up and face my father.  Smells of all kinds play across my nose as I sniff, bemused at the sudden change.

"What are you?"  I ask with wonder.

My father looks down at me.  "A demon."

2: Blood Price

Twilight threw open the door to her library, stumbled in, and crashed to the ground.  After Pinkie's party, she needed a serious rest.  Behind her, Spike the dragon happily prodded into the building and looked down at Twilight, smiling.  He was tired too, but Twilight had just gone a little party crazy after Princess Celestia had announced that they would be staying in Ponyville.  He reached down to hoist her onto his back (something he was not used to doing), when he felt it.

Spike looked up and around, dropping Twilight, who made a squeak.  The interior of the library was dark and quiet.  None of the sun's rays managed to shine through any of the closed windows or open doorways, save for the one behind them.  There was something thick and awful about this darkness.  Spike sniffed once, his dragon's predatory senses taking over completely.  He dropped to all fours and sniffed again, turning towards the wall on his left, where a million pairs of little eyes were glaring at him.  He snorted in surprise when they all charged at him.  Spike stumbled back in shock as they all gathered around twilight, squealing and biting her in a frenzy.

That was all Spike had the will to resist.  With a roar he dashed forward, green flames spurting from his nostrils, and took a swipe at the crowd of the little rodents.  A few of the fell into the rays of the evening sun and burst into white flame.  The little rats rolled onto their backs and turned into ash.  The rest of them immediately fled from twilight, back into the darker recesses of the library.  Only their little yellow eyes were visible.

Spike stepped carefully over Twilight, before taking a quick look down at her.  She was fine, not a single cut or bite mark to be found.  He smiled.   Just before they entered the Everfree Forest, Twilight had been sure to magically shield her friends from the many dangers of the forest.  She had done a good job.  Spike looked back to see the rat swarm again, and took a step towards them.  They started to slowly circle him and Twilight, who had started mumbling something.  Spike took another swipe at them, but they jumped out of the way, and the result was that Spike almost fell over.  He wasn't too terribly combat experienced.

That was all the chance that the swarm needed, as this time they started to swarm Spike.  Dragon instincts back in full swing, he started to thrash, bite, claw, and spew flames at the tiny rodents, killing many.  When he started to pain of needles going through his soft spots, he went full on rage and spat a torrent upwards, killing all of the creatures save the ones directly under him.  Then he started to feel sleepy.  He struggled to keep his eyes open, bucking and tensing his muscles, but it was no use.  The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a single white moth land on his nose.

...

Gallant felt awful.  That dragon had taken a serious tool on the fledgling vampyre, despite the fact that he was a esteemed and legendary creature of the night, and that was a baby dragon.  He quickly changed from the swarm of rats into Moth form, and landed on the dragon.  Finally, it seemed that there were indeed some perks to being undead, but now that unicorn as waking up!  He needed a plan, and he needed one now.  A single, tiny moth leg placed itself on Spike's eyelid, and they sprang open.  The dragon was fighting him, and this dragon was powerful.  Gallant reached forward with his mind, promising that the unicorn would come to no harm and that he wouldn't either.  I am just a weary traveler, he reasoned with the dragon's mind.

Spike slowly relaxed and became complacent, just before the unicorn rose to her feet.  The moth landed in Spike's hand and it closed over him protectively.

"Spike..."  Mumbled an exhausted Twilight, "what was all that noise?"

Spike's eyes went completely white for a moment before they became normal again.

"Nothing!"  He said defensively.  "I just wanted to have an adventure!"

Gallant sighed to himself.  That was the best he could come up with?

"Spike," complained Twilight.  "Do it in the morning!"

"Oh-Okay."  Said Spike.

Slowly, Twilight roused herself and went to her bed, where she plopped herself down on her sheets and went straight to sleep.  Spike was not far behind.  A little white Moth landed on the bedpost behind her, where it slowly changed into a scarred and rotten pony.  He had black, short mane and tail, but green, sickly, fur-less, saggy skin.  His eyelids drooped and his eyes themselves were a ghastly yellow.  He covered in cuts, bruises, and horrific burns.  His breathing was raspy and labored.  His hooves looked like old coal.

Gallant grimaced as he looked over himself.  An iron hunger gnawed at his insides, his outside body felt abused and beaten.  He was a pretty sorry sight.  There was only thing an undead like himself could do at a time like this.  He slowly crept up to the creeping Twilight, and tried to bury his fangs into her neck.  Fury consumed him when her magical defenses again stopped his fangs from entering her, so he turned to the dragon.  He quietly walked over to the little dog bed that she made him sleep in, and he briefly wondered why he didn't just use the guest bed.  He leaned close to the dragon, fangs just a breath away from the soft flesh of his neck - and then he remembered that he was not allowed to feed from males.  His father, before he had left him in a furry, had told him many of the "rules" of being a vampyre, one of which that he could only feed cross gender.  Gallant leaned away from the dragon, and then remembered something else.  He walked back to the dragon and held his hoof over Spike's mouth.  Standing up on two legs, he pushed Spike with his other hoof onto his back, and Spike stirred.  Gallant's eyes lit up as he forced the dragon to again sleep.

Gallant stood back on three legs, his hoof just over Spike's mouth.  He brought his leg to his mouth and bit into himself, barely feeling the pain through his aged flesh.  He held the wound over Spike, but no blood dripped out.  Cursing, Gallant bit his other leg, and held that over the dragon.  A single drop of black blood fell from his hoof and into Spike's snoring mouth. Satisfied, Gallant turned to Twilight.  Magic may defend her from direct threats, but this threat was coming straight from inside her.  Gallant dripped a single drop of blood into her mouth, then turned and left the library, a smug smirk on his rotten face.

...

I leaned over the exhausted mare, draining her blood with my fangs.  Immediately after leaving the library, I had returned to Luna's party.  It was now completely dark out, so I could away with sneaking around if I have too.  It was easy to approach a random stranger (an entirely purple mare with a three-flower cutie mark) and grabbed her from behind.  I drained her as low as I dared, and started to pull away... but something stopped me. My stomach refused to not be fed, and when the mare started screaming, it only intensified my desires.  She went from horrified, to complacent, to dead.  I was sucking on a dry and empty vein.  I killed her.

How could i be so stupid?  I'm not going to last if I cant control myself!  Maybe I can revive her?  Would she be a vampire too?  I cant remember!  What did the demon say about that?  I need a better source of information about my condition then a old bag with an agenda of his own!  This is rapidly getting out of control!  At least now i feel better.  I don't feel burned or in too much terrible pain.  So what do i do?

With a shaking hoof, I opened up a new wound on my hoof and then one on her neck.  I pressed my cut against hers, and felt a little of my essence flow into her.  Immediately, she opened her eyes and gasped, turning around and bolting up and away from me.  I just smiled at her.  After a moment, she returned the expression.

"Leave my territory, thrall,"  I commanded in a regal voice.  "Go to the forest, and there you will wait until they find you.  Tell you were attacked by... something, and that you haven't been able to recover.  Go, now."

The mare's smile vanished, replaced by anxiety.  She nodded once and turned away, headed for the Everfree Forest.  I hope I don't have to put up with her again, I thought.

...

I went to Ponyville graveyard.  The smell of death was weak here, and I wandered the outskirts of Ponyville for much of the rest of the night before I found it.  I knew what to do.  I transformed into a ghoul, an eater of the dead.  I set about devouring the dead of Ponyville.

I got two before the light became too painful, and I had to bury myself in the coffin of one, leaving the rest to be sorted out by the grave keeper.

I had no dreams, but I did catch winds of conversation...

What the hay is all this!?

What am i gonna tell the families?!

This graveyard is closed!!

Miss Twilight, surely you know something?!

My sleep was peaceful after that.

...

I could smell the fear, the pain.  I could see nothing, but I could feel that moon was out, the night was young.  I had slept too long.  My bones creaked and rolled in their sockets as i moved.  Why was I so hungry?  I wonder what I must look like.  I don't know what day it is, I don't know what going on out there, I don't what, if anything, has happened.  I need to get a grasp on my situation, and I need to do it now.

I heaved myself and used my surprising strength to hoist myself up and out of the coffin I found myself in, and dug up through the damp dirt.  As soon as i broke the surface, I hissed.  The foul, biting smell of garlic burned through he entire area, making my eyes water and my breath labored.  I looked around as I struggled out of my hole, to see the entire graveyard filled with garlic, one clove on every grave besides the two I defiled.  I hissed again, and struggled towards the Everfree Forest.

The trip there was entirely uneventful.  I hesitated before I pushed my way through.  I wandered for a while in that way I was very used to doing, until the fog around me became very thick.  Too thick.

"Whose there?!"  I hissed at the fog.  It cleared a little, and then a shadow formed just ahead of me.  Walking towards me, her head rotten and bleeding, was the form of the purple mare.

"YOU!"  I yelled.

She smiled at me.  "Oh, quiet down, you'll wake the foals."

There was silence between us, before she chuckled.  "That's better."

I looked around, then spoke softly.  "Whats going on?  I told you to stay in the forest and wait for me."

She chuckled again.  I was starting to get annoyed with that sound.  "Yes, you did."

"And you didn't do it.  There was garlic all over my new feeding ground."

That smile got even wider.  "Astute."

"I order you to explain yourself!"

"Its simple.  You took away my life, so I'm going to make the rest of yours unbearable."

I looked down.  "Have you been speaking with my father?"

"Not the point.  Now, here's what your going to do.  Your going to march back to Ponyville and blend in until I come and find you.  Am I clear?"

"I don't know what you have planned, but its going to take more than orders to make me complacent."

Something shuffled next to me, but I didn't pay it any mind.  Neither did the mare.

I glared at her.  "I see only one end to this."

She sighed.  "Stallions."

It was my turn to smile.  "Guess again!"  I changed instantly into a ghoul and rushed her.  She uttered a small squeak before I ripped into her neck, carrying her with the force of my charge and then throwing her into a tree.  She slide down the base of the thing as I changed into a swarm of rats, covering her and biting every bit of flesh that I could.  Many of us were suddenly thrown as she shook furiously, and one of me looked over at her to reveal a wolf.  I was momentarily stunned.  How did she learn how to do that so quickly?

It charged my swarm and became a flurry of teeth.  It was biting, twisting, and stumbling all over bits of me.  I felt suddenly weaker.  Suddenly there was a flash of green flame and standing before was my proper thrall, Spike the dragon.

"I heard your pain, master!"  He said with pride.  He bellowed and spat another stream of flame at the wolf, but it was gone, replaced with a cloud of fog.

Each of my rats piled on top of each other and I emerged from the pile, looking worse for wear.  That wolf form was fast.

Then I laughed at her.  "That form is extremely tiring, Spike.  She can only hold for so long... shes desperate."

The cloud tried to flee, but I could easily chase her.  She was simply too inexperienced to dodge me or hold out against me for long.  My father chose a racer, but he chose poorly.  Eventually, she reverted, looking much the worse for wear.  Gently, I laid a hoof on her.

"Don't feel bad, you tried.  You just aren't meant to last.  You are a mistake, nothing more."

She grimaced. "A mistake?"

I didn't answer, instead biting into her neck, feeling the fresh blood slip between my teeth.  I drank her down, until once again, I was feeding on a cold, dry vein.  I threw her body away and it crumbled to dust.  I stepped forward, feeling raw power pulse through my veins.  I aimed a fiery glance toward a bored looking Spike.

"You are free,"  I said generously.  "Return to your friends."  Then I paused as he turned around.  In just a few days, he would expel my blood from himself.  He has served his purpose, there was no need to keep locked into slavery.  He started to walk away and I spoke up.  "Wait!"

Casually, I walked up to him and placed a hoof on his shoulder.  He shuddered from the cold.

"Tell what has happened since you fell asleep that day.."  I murmured with a dreamlike gaze.

So he spilled it.  He explained about his friends, how they had had a party for the return of Princess Celesta.  I had guessed at that much.  He told about his raw love for Rarity, a unicorn.  He told me about the elements, and then I understood what my father meant.  Spike confirmed my suspicions when he told that the elements banished Nightmare Moon, returning Luna to her full glory.  He told me about Twilight Sparkle, how he and her lived in Canterlot.  He told me that they were going to stay in Ponyville for the foreseeable future.  Then he told me that Twilight suspected that the action with the elements and the defeat of Nightmare Moon had roused a Vampire, but that care and garlic were enough to make it go away.  I chuckled at that.

"Thank you,"  I said honestly.  "You may go now."  Spike walked out of my life, for what I was sure was forever.

I buried myself in the ground.

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