A Study in Pink

Visions of dragons flashed through the young Spike's mind. During a time of distress in the capital city of Canterlot, Princess Celestia had sent Spike on a dangerous mission. He was to raid the dragon lairs of Equestria for their riches. That was not a job that was most suited for him. It was ironic, because he was a dragon himself, albeit a baby. He often had to resist the urge to devour whatever he could plunder.

No task from Celestia, however, was commissioned without the potential for peril. A particularly frightening example of real life peril was being retold through Spike's dream. He was inside of the wall of a mountain - inside of a dragon's lair. The fully matured reptilian cornered Spike. Its sharp talon, costumed by an orange flame, pierced through his good leg. "Twilight!" cried Spike in a fit of night terror. Twilight Sparkle was downstairs in her library, studying by the light of the falling moon. She was oblivious to her weeping assistant. Post tramautic stress kept Spike up many a nights. He decided to prepare for the morning. When he was ready, Spike grabbed his cane and crawled out of the window, just as the sun was rising.