Chapter 4 Scorned Heart

Ember had been in her room, weeping with sorrow until she could not weep any more. Her heart had been shattered, she did not want to live, she just wanted to die; she didn't care any more. Spike had died, and she could not stop thinking of what they might have been. She did not want the throne any more, her heart only yearned for Spike. If Ember was given a choice, she would give up everything for her Spike back.

Ember walked to her chest of draws, opened the first one, located on the first row, in the centre. She dug around her draws for a second, until she found a knife, and pulled it out of the draw. It was an enchanted ivory blade, that had a faint glow to it. Embers' mother had given it to her as a present, before she seemingly disappeared. Ember started to remember what her mother told her about the blade.

She remembered her mother saying that the blade was indestructible, and it was the only way to kill an immortal being. The blade was created by her mothers uncle, the great weapon smith Tenelth. She also explained to Ember that the blade would only work once, then it would turn to dust.

Embers mother also explained what happens to a dragon when they find true love. She explained that dragons become immortal when they find there soul mate, but the catch is, if one of the partners die somehow, the survivor remains immortal, and must pay the price of immortality. The survivor would be tormented by the pain of loss forever. Then she gave Ember a warning.

“You must choose wisely, for there is only one of these blades left in the world. Use it wisely.”

Ember had thought of using it to avenge Spike, and kill Celestia, or she considered using it on herself and ending her own misery. Ember had been weighing both decisions in her mind. She decided after few hours of deep contemplation, that she would take Celestias' life to avenge Spike. Ember had directed the blame to Celestia, all that she thought about was killing her, ever since she declared that she murdered Spike; and now, she had the means and motive too.

Spike sat in his tent after the recent battle, wondering why the Captain kept questioning him.

“Why is the Captain so interested in me, how am I so important, should I trust a Dragon I don't really know?” Spike thought to himself.

Spike did not feel like he could trust the Captain of the Sage Legion, he seemed paranoid, and shifty. Spike had good look at the Captain when he first met him, and it reminded him of a rat peering from a trash can. The more Spike thought of it, the more reasons he found not trust the Captain.

Spike was shaken from his thoughts, when Silver Fang stumbled into the tent.

“Hey Spike, come get a drink. You should be celebrating with the rest of the troop, you saved us. The whole platoon is grateful to you; and they’re throwing this victory party in your honour!” Silver Fang shouted boisterously, with a slight slur from drinking.

Spike looked at his comrade and thought.

“Well, he is definitely high spirited.”

“Are you sure that's smart, they could return.” Spike gave Silver Fang a dead pan look, as he realised that he had passed out, mouth agape, sprawled out in front of the tent, with a bubble expanding and retracting with each breath. Spike shook his head, before lying down on his military swag, that the guards were kind enough to give him.

Later in the morning, Spike awoke and noticed that Silver Fang had woken up before him. Spike drew open the tent, walked up to Silver Fang, and saw him holding his head in anguish. Spike figured that his new friend had a hang over, then a scheme came to Spikes mind.

“HEY SILVER FANG, HOWS YOUR HEAD!” Spike loudly shouted, only three feet away from Silver Fang.

Spikes voice echoed in Silver Fangs head, like a giant gong.

“What the hell spike!” Silver Fang stated with a painful expression.

“HA, HA, HA. That's what you get for drinking to much, Silver Fang.” Spike laughed at his friends painful expression.

Silver Fang only growled in reply. Spike had been hysterically laughing at Silver Fangs miss fortune.

“SPIKE COMPOSE YOURSELF, THAT'S NO WAY FOR A PRINCE TO ACT.” Captain Iron Tail barked.

“Yes, sir!” Spike announced Respecting his superior, though he did not trust him.

“We are about to move out, we are going to reinforce the Alicorn Alliance. It's 4 days travel from here, so pack up the camp, and be ready to move out in 20 minutes.” Iron Tail barked to his troops, causing the camp to buzz with energy.

Spike was helping the troops pack up, but he couldn't help thinking.

“The Alicorn Alliance, it can't be a very large army, there are only 5 left in the world. Maybe I can find Celestia, and she can get me out of this crazy place.”

After the camp was packed up, the platoon started to move to reinforce the Alicorn Alliance. They were in a place called East Dragonside Village. They had been defending this strategic strong point for weeks now, and the Black Dragon Order had been assaulting them relentlessly. This was the best supply route, and the easiest to defend, and that's why the Black Dragon Order wanted it.

The Alicorn Alliance had been holding their ground extremely well. Though Solarin the leader of the Alicorn Alliance, was under the impression that he would soon be over thrown, and loose the strong point to the Black Dragon Order. That's why the Alicorn Alliance sent a message to Shamilth to send some reinforcements, and it so happens the closest platoon to East Dragonside Village, was Iron Tails platoon.

Twilight had been arranging the memorial service for her dear friend, and faithful assistant Spike. She had planned to build a statue of Spike and Ember locked in a loving embrace. Twilight thought that Ember would be able to deal with the heartache better, knowing that she could see Spike and her together forever.

Celestia had been in her castle, guilt stricken and depressed, while she continued her royal duties. Celestia was glad to have Luna with her, she could be herself. She felt relieved to have a sister who had the same curse as her. They could draw strength from each other in times of need, and that's why it hurt her so much to send her away to the moon on that night. On that day she truly felt alone for the first time in her life.

Celestia could only think how Ember must feel; she must of felt alone, heart broken, and wanting to die. As Celestia thought of this, she started to weep, as she felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over her again. Celestia had been haunted by her failure.

“I only deserve death.” Celestia stated to herself, as an aura of negativity and depression engulfed her.

“Oh my dear Tia.” Luna said feeling sorry for her sister. Luna wanted to take her sisters pain away, but she couldn't, all she could do was be there for her.

Luna approached her sister, and gingerly embraced her in an attempt to comfort her. After several seconds, Luna began to sing a reprise of a lullaby that Celestia use to sing to her, when she was just a little filly.

Ember had also been planning something in honour of Spike, though so much more sinister. She had been plotting to assassinate the princess. Ember thought the best day to enact her devious plot would be, the revealing of Spikes statue. She thought it was the perfect day to mark the final sunset, that way Spikes' remembrance shrine would mark the day she took vengeance, and the blood of Celestia would christen it.

Author's Note

"Hell hath no fury, then a women scorned."
Shakes Spear

I could not resist saying that line. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if anyone finds any mistakes I missed with my proofread, please tell me so I can rectify it.