Chapter 11 Sins of the Past

Fuelled by vengeance, Spike charged at the figure with unimaginable speed, wielding Silver Fangs' glaive, he met the Figure with a thunderous clash.

The figure blocked the blow, sending hot iron sparks from the two blades meeting. The sparks ignited the dead grass and started a roaring fire. The figure slid his blade from underneath Spikes', slashing at him.

Spike countered his attack, blocking the blow, kicking the figure in the chest, causing the figure to take a step back. Spike then lunged at the figure with intent to kill.

The figure recovered too quickly, evading Spikes next attack. He then retaliated by punching Spike in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. He spun around, and slashed at Spike in the same swift motion, in an attempt to rend him in two.

Spike recovered, fending the blow and pushing back on the hooded figures blade, causing the figure to lean from the strength of a dragon. The figure spun out from the locked blades, hitting Spike with his elbow, completing his rotation, slashing Spikes chest in a cleaving motion.

Spike winced as he felt the sword penetrate his scales, leaving a gash across his chest. But he didn’t let the pain hinder him, using his tail he swept his legs out from underneath him, before launching into the air, completing a 540 round house kick, kicking the figure. The figure slammed into the ground.

As the hooded figure was rising he swept Spikes legs out from underneath him. Spike recovered using a hand spring. He landed gracefully, then lunged at the hooded figure. The hooded figure parried the blow, finally disarming Spike.

Spike was unarmed, but he would not stop until he achieved his vengeance. The figure slashed at Spike again, however Spike caught the sword, crushing it with his claws. Spike pulled him in close, head butting the figure, dazing him in the process, before slamming him with his tail, launching him into a nearby blazing tree, setting fire to his cloak.

The hooded figure ripped off his cloak, and pulled a dagger from its’ sheath, Spike retrieved his friends glaive. As he did a white magic circle appeared around the weapon.

Spike couldn’t understand what was happening, the same feeling of magic coursed through him again, and suddenly his glaive ignited into blue flames, and he heard a voice in his head.

“My name is Fflar. I am the spirit of true valour, and I have possessed this blade from your sheer will. Now you are my master.” The strange voice said, confusing Spike further, however Spike was soon reminded of his position, when he received another slash across his chest.

Spike retaliated, viciously slashing at the figure. The figure dodged the blade and noticed that Spike released a giant wave of blue flames, scorching the earth and slashing a giant tree in two. Soon after the figure witnessed this he thought to himself.

“I must notify the master of this development.” Soon after the figure finished thinking, he threw a smoke bomb, disappearing without a trace.

Ember had made it to the outskirts of Equestria, she was nearly back in the Dragon lands. She had been going to find her father, to learn the truth of what actually happened, hoping that the Sage Dragon had been wrong about her being his daughter, so she could be with Spike.

She had been travelling for a few hours now, and wherever she flew she noticed a lot had changed in the period of absence of her journey. What felt like hours had actually been days, and all she could see were ruins as far as the eye could see.

The sky wasn’t sunny, but overcast and eerie. Something caught her eye during her flight, it was a small group of ponies, who were being attacked by a pair of fiends.

She dove down, targeting one of the fiends, tackling it to the ground, before releasing a torrent of fire, killing it. Then she slashed upwards with her razor sharp talons, cleaving the second fiend in two; both fiends turned to ash.

“What is going on here?” Ember asked the group of ponies.

“Thank you for saving us, I thought we were done for. But how don’t you know what’s been happening for the passed week, where have you been?” A pink earth pony stated, with gratitude.

“I was away, and the story is far too long to tell you. what’s happening here?” Ember repeated her question.

“Equestria has been attacked by dragons, and those things you killed for the entire week, we don’t know why, I thought we were at peace with the dragons, but they keep attacking us. they keep saying that it's for the Black Dragon Order.

It’s scary, so many have died, and so many villages have been destroyed, ponies have started looting and there are so many refugees spread out in the kingdom. Celestia, Luna and there respectable soldiers have been posted in the badlands, protecting the towns there. I don’t know how it is going on there end, however Twilight and her friends have been looking after the refugees, and protecting the refugee camps. Cadence has been to busy defending her kingdom against the Black Dragon Order, and these things for the passed week. It’s absolutely harrowing!” The pony explained.

“Don’t worry, I’ll put an end to this dragon rebellion, it’s my duty as the leader of the dragons.” Ember stated, relatively more emotional then she was normally. She thought it was because she had learnt of who she was.

Ember took flight again, hastening her speed, to reach her homeland faster, to figure out why her clan, would betray the peace treaty, established with the ponies of Equestria.

As Ember made it into the Dragon Lands, she entered her fathers den, and she saw him on her throne.

“Torch, I need to speak with you.” Ember stated, trying to remain calm.

“Ember, I know why you are here, I should of told you, but I didn’t, because you were the only thing left from your mother." Torch Replied, calmly.

"Am I your Daughter?" Ember stated anxiously.

"No, I stole your egg from that blasted sage dragon. But now that you know, I cannot let you leave here, Keselth would not be happy, I’m sorry Ember, but you are no longer my daughter. Guards, cease her!” Torch growled.

Before Ember could react, Dragons wearing black armour were at her heels, and she was soon subdued. However a small group of Dragons wearing blue armour suddenly charged in, setting Ember free, engaging the dragons in black. It was her clan the Blue Dragon Order.

“Ember, leave here, we will hold them back. Go to the badlands, find Luna and Celestia. Rally their forces with ours, tell them that the Black Dragon Order has arisen.”