through the magical mirror
Three years. Spike couldn't believe it, he had been in this strange world for three years. He was sitting on a bench in a park, he looked sort of like a human he had large Mohawk-like hair except it was spaced in between and the hair wasn't flat at the top, it was like the scales that grew on his head when he was a dragon. he had purple skin, and three fingered hands tipped with sharp claw-like nails. He was wearing a dark-purple T-shit lined with white on the ends of the jacket, selves, and on the collar. On the right side of his jacket their was a white S half an inch from the white ends of the jacket. He didn't come here intentionally, it was pure chance that he had been transported here, (flash back)
A younger spike, was racing through the hall's of canterlot, " Oh. man I'm late twilight's going to kill me!" he was heading to the library to get the book's twilight had told him to get for her, when something caught his eye. glinting in the moonlight was a mirror, he skidded to a stop. Spike slowly approached the mirror, he
