Prophecies of a Dragon (Reworked)

by Bronyprophet

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Human, Ember, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Comedy, Other, Romance, Spike, Adventure
Length: 16674

Spike thought his lot in life had been what it was, a faithful assistant. He soon realizes that he is far more important than he thought; and has a greater part to play. The fate of the world, lies in his claws.

Along time ago there was an ancient civilisation of dragons, known as sage dragons. They were wise powerful, and had a long lifespan, but during the great dragon war, a lot were killed by the black dragon order who had believed that the sage dragons were narrow-minded and weak.

The Sage Dragons didn't fight because they believed that life was sacred and should not be wasted, however, the younger dragon tribes were naive and filled with agitation and blood lust, and lived to fight.

The Sage Dragons had been renowned for prophecy, they could read your destiny before your birth. The sage dragons foresaw this war breaking out against the other dragon tribes, that would all but wipe out their entire race.

The sage dragons tried to prevent it, however, they failed when the young dragonlord Keselth gained the throne. He was a tyrant bent on eradicating his race so that his throne would never be contested. He allied himself with the other Dragon tribes and brought about the beginning of the war that his brother Shamilth tried to prevent.

Since Keselth was blinded by naivety, the great sage dragon, Shamilth hid his son within an alternate dimension. Enchanting his egg, so that it would only hatch for the one who had enough power to re-write history and change the future.

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Published 2016-06-23 01:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-05 20:04:00 UTC

Chapter 1 Visions in The Night (Reworked)

Author's Note

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Chapter 1 Visions in The Night

The wind had been howling and the moon had been full, as an adolescent dragon slept under this starlit night. Spike had been restless, tossing and turning left and right, he searched for sleep but it would always evade him. He was trapped in a nightmare that felt surreal.

Spike could not tell if it was real or false, but what he saw was horrifying. He had been witnessing a battle between warring dragons; the blood of both parties splattered on the earth, the battle had been vicious and gruesome, soon after he saw the scene of battle. The scene had changed to a mother and father dragon looking over their egg, the mother dragon had blue eyes and purple scales. Where, the father dragon had gold eyes, with white scales.

However the parents were not looking over the egg with love, but dejection, when suddenly a door in the dragon den burst open. Another dragon soon entered the room with a malicious grin on his maw. The father dragon engaged the other dragon in an attempt to fight it off, but Spike did not see who the victor was. The scene had changed too fast; it was now a vision of Ponyville under attack from strange fiend like creatures.

The land became dark and desolate of life, Ponyville was lost, blood rain began to fall, and Spike saw himself standing in the midst of it all, words began to echo around him.

The voice had been repeating in a mystical tone. “The one who must change destiny must follow the path of hardship. Through the test of time, he must withstand. All is lost without this one who will rewrite a future set in flames.”

Before spike could respond to the voice, the world was engulfed in flames, and he was soon surrounded by a wall of fire. Out of the flames, dozens of strange fiend like creatures appeared. Before he could even attempt to fight, they were already upon him.

Spike woke up panting heavily, and in a cold sweat. “What a nightmare, Luna has no mercy,” Spike thought.

Something came to Spikes attention. The voice he heard in his dream came back to him, reciting the same phrase, once more. Spike had a feeling like something bad was about to happen, he felt disturbed by the emotion he had been feeling but he disregarded his feelings of foreboding doom. Instead, he noticed that it was still late at night, he saw Twilight peacefully asleep, with Flash Sentry beside her, embracing her lovingly.

Twilight and Flash had been together for some years now, and flash had managed to climb in the ranks of the royal guard, eventually becoming a general of the guard, surpassing Twilights brother. As the years progressed; Flash and Twilight had grown close, so close that after their wedding previously.

Twilight had become pregnant; she was going to have a colt, a male alicorn no less. When Twilight told Celestia about her pregnancy, she had no idea how happy this declaration would make her old mentor. Though Twilight thought it was extreme, Celestia had planned with Luna and Pinkie to make it the biggest baby shower in the history of Equestria. The reason the two sisters did this was because it would be the first male alicorn to be born in the history of Equestria.

Spike was also elated, and he remembered how he smiled when he found out he was going to be a theoretical uncle to the prince of friendship. Although he had happy thoughts, Spike could not shake the daunting phrase out of his mind. It had been stuck on repeat, he could not sleep, he could not concentrate, but he soon found out why he was feeling disturbed.

Spike was shaken from his thoughts of nostalgia when Suddenly an explosion of flames erupted outside the castle, causing Flash and Twilight to abruptly wake up. Spike ran to the window located across the room, and saw the same fiend like creatures that he saw in his dream, marching towards the castle.

There had to be at least 200 in the distance, it was a formidable army of ugly abominations with razor sharp claws and blood stained tattered cloth clothing. The smell had been so foul that you could smell it on the outskirts of Ponyville, where the castle had been located. Leading the army of fiends was a giant black dragon. Death was thick in the air.

Spike sprinted to the Armory of the Twilight guard, hastily donning, his silver armor and sword ready to fight off the army of fiends. After he was armed, he charged to the front line with the Twilight Guard. Although Spike was a skilled swordsman, Spike had always known, when he charged into battle there was always a chance that on the other side of the fray there could be someone far more skilled. Spike had been more nervous than he had ever been. He had no idea how to fight these things, let alone kill them. They looked like death and smelled of it too.

“How can you kill something, that’s already dead?” Spike stressed as he thought.

Spike had been shaken from his thoughts, when he felt a reassuring claw on his back, melting his anxiety away, it was his girlfriend, Princess Ember. She had moved to Ponyville to be close to spike, before allying her dragon clan with Princess Twilight.

Spike and Ember had been dating for a few years now, and their relationship had prospered. Though the challenge Embers father gave Spike was against his true nature. To win over Torchs’ approval Spike had to beat Embers suitor that he had selected for her, in a gladiators style match. The first one to die would win his approval, and he would gladly accept him into their family and clan, as the next clan leader. It just so happened that Embers betrothed, was the one dragon she hated the most; Garble.

Spike did not want to kill garble, but he loved Ember too much to let her marry a tyrant like him, Spike took his life, although he knew that he would be haunted by his death for years to come.

“Spike, you’re the future clan leader, you cannot show weakness, bring pride to our clan. Show the world that the blue dragon order is not to be trifled with, and after you kill everyone I’ll have a very special gift for you, you know how battle makes me feel.” Ember purred yearningly.

Although Ember was confident in her mate, she hated to see Spike fight. She knew Spike was not like the rest of her clan, and although she would not admit it, she worried about him, whenever he drew his sword. Spike and the 50 guards went into battle ready to face what lay in front of them. They joined the fray in a glorious charge, sword, claw, and talon, clashed together.

Spike engaged three fiends at once; he parried the first claw before sliding his sword underneath the claw of his attacker, causing it to loose balance briefly, before wheeling around beheading 2 of the three around him, and executing the third by stabbing it in the chest. The fiends dropped to the ground and turned to dust.

He hacked and slashed through the hordes like butter, the Twilight guard did the same. Once they defeated the first 50 that attacked them, they moved forward with the momentum of battle heading towards Ponyville. Spike looked around, and noticed that discord had engulfed Ponyville, some ponies had already died, and were being eaten by the fiends. The royal guard from Canterlot had been pushed back and were being slaughtered by the dozens.

Spike charged fourth with his elite guard, saving four of the royal guard from being eaten, but as he was finishing off the last of the 6 fiends, he noticed Rarity being attacked by a dragon with red eyes and black armor.

Rarity had been at the mercy of the dragon, that merely blocked her bolts of blue magic she cast to defend herself. Rarity had accepted her fate, Spike felt resolved to save her. The large black dragon began to rear his razor sharp talons to deliver the killing blow.

Spike yelled. “No!”

and within an instant, he was engulfed by white magic, that teleported him in front of the black dragon.

The black dragon had become confused at first, however, he was not as confused as Spike, who had been trying to figure out how he teleported without the help of a unicorn. The black dragon broke out of his confusion as he realized, that this was the little dragon that he had been searching for. He swiped at Spike with intent to kill.

Spike saw what was about to happen, he drew his sword knowing it was pointless to stop the blow of the black dragon. As Spike blocked the blow, his sword was sent skittering across the battlefield. Spike now had no weapon, and his armor had been too damaged to offer too much protection. Spike knew that this was his last stand.

He saw the black dragon preparing to attack him again; he closed his eyes, his thoughts went to his friends and his love. Spike knew his end was coming. As the black dragon landed his attack a white shield suddenly blocked the fatal blow.

The black dragon looked at spike with frustration and began to attack again, but was stopped by a blast of gold magic, and standing behind Spike and Rarity, was Celestia.

“Be gone Keselth, you have no power here!” Celestia stated with a tone of regal authority.

as she did the sun began to rise, turning the fiends to dust, temporarily blinding Keselth before he adapted to the light. Keselth had felt weakened from Celestia’s power.

“I may not be strong enough right now Celestia, but I have awoken, and I will take over this world; and you young sage dragon, my brother was wise to hide you, join me nephew. Let me train you in the sage arts.” Keselth stated, with a menacing grin before extending a claw of mentor ship to Spike.

Spike did not like how this dragon made him feel. When Spike had been in his presence he could feel a shroud of darkness lingering around him. He knew that if he were to join this dragon it would certainly mean the death of his friends, lover, and the destruction of his home.

Spike replied with a tone, devoid of fear. “I am not a sage dragon, I am a dragon! Heir to the throne of the blue dragon order, and I will not join you.”

Keselth became infuriated, he let out a vicious roar that made the ground tremble.

Keselth replied. “Then you are weak like your father and mother, they also tried to fight, but they died protecting you! Be grateful for this young Sage, I will be back, and when I come back I'll show you all the meaning of power.”

Soon after Keselth finished speaking a flash of white light temporarily blinded everypony and dragon alike, and Keselth had seemingly disappeared, leaving nothing but a burnt spiral in his place. After the event, Spike had fainted, and became unconscious.

While Spike was unconscious, he saw the same dream that had been repeating in his mind for the last few months, it was always the same result, waking up in a cold sweat, panting heavily. Spike woke to find Ember waiting by his side followed by Twilight and Flash. Twilight was the first to notice Spike was awake and out of breath.

“I’m so glad you’re ok. I was worried about you Spike, but not as worried as Ember. She will never admit it but she really loves you. She did not sleep all night, she only just fell asleep recently.” Twilight stated with relief.

“What exactly happened, I can’t remember, I just remember seeing Rarity and the feeling of urgency? Then after that everything is black.” Spike Stated.

Ember who heard her beloveds’ voice woke up, and immediately locked him in a passionate embrace. Spike embraced her back, but then Ember broke the embrace and cleared her throat, then said. “I’m glad you are ok. I thought you might have been too weak to be our clan leader.” This made Twilight chuckle at Ember, which caused Ember to grow indignant, and fly out of the room.

“I’m glad you’re up brah, you gave us quite the scare.” Flash Sentry stated coolly.

Spike remembered something as the memories of the battle came flooding back to him. “THAT DRAGON, HE KNEW ME, HE KNEW MY PARENTS, I MUST FIND HIM,” Spike stated excitedly, as he was about to rush out on his vendetta. He did not get very far when he was engulfed by a purple aura.

“Spike! he vowed to kill you, I won’t let you leave!” Twilight stated in a furious, yet worried tone.

“I agree, Young dragon! You need to know your background first! Come with me.” Celestia chastised.

Chapter 2 A Sage Dragon Lost in Time (Reworked)

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Chapter 3 Ripples of Failure (Reworked)

Chapter 3 Ripples of Failure

Celestia had made it back to Ponyville, and she had been at the front of Twilights Castle. She hesitated, knowing how dark her message was, and how it would devastate Twilight and cause Ember to want to stop living. Celestia felt the weight of her crown, as she stood at Twilights door. She remembered the faces of the ponies she watched die. Her crown had dictated that she could not mourn.

Celestia had to be strong, she could not show weakness, or her enemies would attack bringing further bloodshed. However the toll of the crown was a price, never paid. It would take and take, and she would have to pay the price, with each soul it took, with each sacrifice she made. Her immortality was a curse, her rule; a punishment. The faces of the lost would haunt her dreams. Were it not for Luna, she would go insane hearing their screams.

As she thought of it, she had cursed her student with the same fate. Twilight would have to watch her friends perish to times embrace. All that Twilight would have left, was her faithful assistant, and now she didn't even have that. She had Ember, but Celestia knew that dragons had a history of suicide if their mate died. Twilight would be alone like herself, they could not die, they could not take there own life, they had to pay for their immortality with a pile of corpses. Twilight would be alone forever.

Spike sat beside Silver Fang; who Spike had started to befriend. They were eating dinner, and had been talking about their dragonesses. Spike had described Ember in great detail, and Silver fang had described Saphira.

As the night moved on, the troops gradually filtered into their tents, and went to sleep. Soon Silver Fang and Spike went to there respective tents, and fell asleep also.

It was about midnight, the moon had been at its lowest, the night sky was pitch black, and the night was at its coolest temperature. The fire had gone out, leaving only hot coals in its place. Spike stirred sensing something was not right, it was eerily quiet.

Spike left his tent, and as he did, he looked around in the pitch black night. He extended his claws, sensing something was watching him. Spike jumped when he saw a deer walk into the light provided from the coals of the fire. He was relieved that it had not been an enemy, but as he turned around to go back to his tent, he was suddenly attacked by a fiend.

The fiend managed to hit him with its rusted blade, but the blade was too blunt to penetrate his thick scales. Spike fell to the floor with the sudden shock of being hit. He recovered from the sudden shock before tripping the fiend over. Spike had the advantage now, he used his razor sharp talons to stab the fiend in the chest, before splitting the fiend in two, killing it and turning it to dust. After he dispatched the first fiend, he noticed more were on approach.

“WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!” Spike yelled.

As the guards awoke with a shock, they grabbed their weapons, and were instantly alerted to the ambush. The small contingent of 50 soldiers, had donned their armour and exited their tents. Silver Fang noticed that Spike was unarmed, and threw Spike his sword before he grabbed his glaiv. Spike caught the blade, and stood beside Silver Fang.

Celestia had finally got the courage up to enter the Castle. She entered the castle, and saw Twilight in the throne room, using magic with starlight glimmer on the map of Equestria. Celestia figured they were trying to fix it.

Twilight lost concentration on what she was doing, as she noticed that Spike had been missing, and her old mentor wore a somber expression.

“Where is Spike?" Twilight said in a worried tone, as Twilight said this, Ember heard her lovers name, and excitedly came running down the stair well.

“Spike your…” Ember started as she made it down to the throne room, before she stopped mid sentence, noticing the sad scene before her.

“Where is Spike?” Ember stated with a tone of sadness, and panic, holding back tears knowing what might of happened.

“No he… he cant be gone... he is… he is just in the library still… yeah that's all... He has to be.” Ember thought, clinging to false hope, as she waited for Celestia's reply.

“Ember, I'm sorry… but… but I have failed. Spike… Spike is dead.” Celestia stated grimly, falling apart as she said each word. Before she lost her composure and started to cry.

As Celestia said each word, Ember felt like she had been stabbed with a knife. Her heart had been shattering, and her world began to fall apart. She had been at a loss for words, she reached to her heart, and fell to her knees, before starting to cry with grief.

The room went silent, it felt like a bomb had been dropped. Twilight did not know what to say, she did not know what to do, she was at a loss for the first time in her life. Then she opened her mouth.

“He's… He's dead. How… How you were with him. Your the most powerful pony I know.” Twilight said with a mixture of pain and confrontation. Celestia looked up with bloodshot eyes, from the tears of sadness she had shed, before struggling to reply.

“There… There was a magical tome that was given to me to give to spike, and… and he was sucked into its' pages. I fought as hard as I could… but in the end... I was not strong enough to beat its ancient magic. I failed. I murdered Spike.” Celestia said, as she once again began to cry her heart out. Ember heard what Celestia said, and lashed out at her.

“YOU WERE TOO WEAK, YOU FAILED TO PROTECT HIM, AND NOW… NOW HE'S DEAD… I'M ALONE AND… AND I WONT EVER SEE HIM AGAIN…” Ember said with a mixture of sadness and rage towards Celestia. Ember sprinted up to her room in Twilights Castle. Twilight heard the door slam, and felt pity for her, she knew that Ember would be alone for the rest of her life; if she even chose to live it.

“Celestia, it was not your fault, you did everything you could to save him, though I will miss him. I have to be strong for Ember. I'll make him a suitable remembrance shrine, he will not be forgotten.” Twilight replied, hiding her sadness, attempting to remain strong, like her mentor taught her to.

Celestia saw through her deception, she knew that she was just trying to save face, she knew Twilight was hurting inside. Celestia had taught her protégé well, she was the perfect heir to the throne. She could defend Equestria in times of need, and she could be strong even in times of mourning.

Spike and Silver Fang stood side by side, as the army of fiends approached the camp. The fiends entered the camp, and the skirmish began. Silver Fang and Spike charged into the fray, taking several fiends on at once. Silver Fang swiped at the fiends legs in a large circle, knocking them down.

As they fell, Spike jumped over the glaiv, going into a roll, before rising again. Spike stabbed one in the chest while it was in mid air. He then tore his blade out of the fiends' side, then using the same motion to slice another in half. As the final fiend landed on the ground, Spike raised his sword high, and plunged his sword into the fiends' chest, killing it.

Meanwhile Iron Tail was watching Spike, he noticed that Spike had not used magic yet. Iron Tail started to let his paranoia get the better of him.

“Why was spike the first up, why was he the one who alerted us of an attack, how did the Black Dragon Order know we were asleep, and come to think of it I have never heard of the Blue Dragon Order before. Very suspicious. He has to be a spy, but I need to have proof to eradicate him.” Iron Tail thought suspiciously.

After the fray had ended, the dragons cleaned up their fallen comrades, and gave them a proper burial. After that was done, Iron Tail approached Spike, and inquired.

“You are an excellent fighter, I have not seen a dragon fight like that in a while. I must ask. Who trained you Spike?”

“Well back where I came from, there is an assassin of the royal guard known as Crimson Blade. He taught me everything I know. Why do you ask?” Spike replied.

Spike thought Iron Tail had been complementing his skills. However what Spike didn't realise, was that Iron Tail had inquired in an effort to find evidence proving that he was a spy for the Black Dragon Order.

“How interesting, I'll have to come to visit your home town, to meet this brilliant swordsman that taught you how to fight. I might even learn a trick or two.” Iron Tail said as he started putting the pieces together in his deluded mind.

Iron tail then thought to himself “Yet another false name. I will find you guilty of being a spy young Spike, if that's actually your name. I wont let you kill my soldiers.”

Author's Note

I have proofread this chapter 4 - 5 times, but I'm not perfect. So if you find any errors please don't hesitate to tell me.

Chapter 5 Hooded Nightmare (edited)

Chapter 5 Hooded Nightmare

Spike had travelled for several hours and nightfall had fallen. The platoon had set up camp, and the sentries were on patrol, a dark wind was howling, and frost covered the ground. Spike had fallen asleep an hour ago. While Spike was asleep he had been having yet another surreal nightmare.

Spike saw a blood red moon creating a horrifying twilight, an icy breeze blew and a black hooded figure approached him, with a red Katana dyed by the crimson moon.

The strange human shaped figure had been walking towards Spike slowly dragging his sword along the ground. Eerie chanting echoed throughout the field as the strange hooded figure continued to approach Spike. Once the strange figure made it to spike he raised his sword to spikes throat, a daunting silence soon followed. Spike blinked and he was in a different scene, he was in a cell.

Spike originally thought he was the one behind bars, though when he panned around the room he noticed that he was on the other side of the cell. He turned back to the cell and saw Ember behind bars, and a lifeless silhouette behind her. Spike made out the silhouette, it was a pony, but he could not make out who it was. Before Spike could say a word, he was blinded by a bright light before he woke up in his tent, covered in a cold sweat, panting heavily.

He was confused at what his dream meant. He had been wondering why Ember was in prison, and who was that pony behind her. He was also curious to find out who the hooded figure was, or whether it was just a dream and nothing more.

In the shadows of a nearby forest, on the outskirts of the camp; something had been watching the camp, analysing every little detail, every little movement. It had been studying the camps movements ever since they left Talonsville, unnoticed by any of the sentries.

Ember had been sitting in her room watching the time count down. She had lost her mind to the pain of loss, and the insanity of vengeance. She was stroking her blade gingerly, thinking of how much blood would spray out of Celestias' throat when it was slashed.

“Yes, Almost time now ivy. Soon we will kill Celestia, and we will be able to live peacefully knowing how proud we made Spike. Yes, yes it's exactly what Spike would want.” Ember said to herself, filled with insanity, rocking on her bed, in a fetal position.

After a few more hours the time had arrived, Ember was elated, she even smiled for the first time since the news of Spikes death. She left her room with a skip in her step. Twilight saw Ember happily skipping down the stairs, just like a little filly who just got their cutie mark.

“Good morning Twi.” Ember said merrily

“Good morning Ember. Why are you so happy today?” Twilight asked, swelling with pride, thinking that she was the cause of Embers change in demeanour.

“The reason I'm so happy today, is because everything is going to be set straight.” Ember explained.

“I'm so glad I could help you Ember.” Twilight replied, with tears of joy in her eyes.

“Yes Twilight, without you, things would remain unjust.” Ember stated with a slight darkness to her tone.

After Ember finished speaking, she began to walk to the memorial place of Spike. Twilight looked at Ember, and was concerned about the word she used.

“Unjust?” Twilight Thought.

Spike and the platoon had been eating breakfast, but it was silent, everyone was on edge. They sensed something on the wind. It was a dark feeling, the feeling of lingering death. The entire platoon felt like they were being watched, the tension had been thick in the air. Spike was alert, scanning his surroundings, expecting an attack from any side, at any time. Spike caught sight of a hooded figure, on the edge of the camp. With the same sword, he saw in his dream, though it was not red. Once Spike noticed the hooded figure, he alerted the rest of the platoon.

“Hey, look over there!” Spike pointed to the figure.

Causing the platoon to stand up and draw there swords.

“Who are you!” Spike inquired of the stranger

The stranger stayed silent, and started to walk inside of the camp. Iron Tail repeated Spikes inquiry, but the stranger continued silently. The hooded figure made it to the middle of the camp. Once the figure made it to the centre, it shifted into an aggressive stance, and at that stage, the platoon knew it was not friendly.

Spike felt like something was wrong here, he had felt this way before. It was the same feeling he felt in Ponyville before the fiends attacked. He watched one of his comrades charge at the stranger, and with a sudden flash of silver, Spike saw the dragon that attacked the stranger fall to the ground.

Before Spike could utter a word, his new friends charged with a lust for vengeance. Spike watched as the hooded figure killed one dragon after another. Wherever it directed its' blade, a dragon would fall. It was not a fight, it was a slaughter unfurling before his eyes. Spike watched as each of his friends fell to the ground. The field soon became a field doused in blood.

Iron Tail, Silver Fang, and Spike, were the only survivors now. In a matter of seconds, 47 dragons had been slain. Spike looked at the hooded figure. Its' blade was covered in the blood of his kin. He felt a yearning for revenge, take over him. He was about to attack the stranger. As he took a step forward he was blocked by the shaft of Silver Fangs' glaive.

“Go to East Dragonside Village, you need to live. If you are the prince we believe you are. You can't die here. I'll handle this Muppet, then meet you there, and when I meet up with you again, drinks are on me. Ok, Spike.” Silver Fang said nonchalantly, as he raised his glaive again.

“No, your both going! Spike needs an escort, and this bastard killed my friends. I will have my revenge. I'll catch up with you at Dragonside Village, if not. Well, I'll see you on the other side.” Iron Tail stated before drawing both of his swords.

“Sir-That's an order Silver Fang!” Silver Fang started, before being cut off mid sentence by Iron Tail.

After Spike and Silver Fang had left begrudgingly, Iron Tail Approached The hooded figure.

“Do you have a name?” Iron Tail asked.

“It won't matter, your just another target.” The stranger stated coldly.

He didn't wait for Iron Tail to reply. He just dashed at Iron Tail, expecting an easy kill but to his surprise, Iron tail blocked the blow. Iron Tail flicked his blades outwards, sending the stranger sliding backwards, before dashing at the stranger with immense speed, slashing at the stranger. The stranger dodged the attack, but he noticed that the slash was so powerful that it created a gale which cut a dead tree, cleanly in two.

“You thought this would be easy? You were wrong, I'm Captain Iron Tale of the Sage Legion, also known as the wind blade of the south.” Iron Tail Stated with a condemning tone.

“HA, if you can only cut trees in half, I have nothing to worry about.” The figure replied, as he retaliated with a vicious blow, releasing blue sparks, as he met with Iron Tails dual swords.

Ember had been at the memorial service, standing beside Twilight and the rest of her friends. Luna had been giving her memorial speech, in remembrance of the friendship, she shared with Spike. After she had finished her speech, it was Celestias turn to speak, though she was an emotional wreck.

Ember had worn a dress for this occasion, she had done so for two reasons. The first reason had been because it was the dress she was to get married to Spike in. Spike, asked rarity to design it, especially for Ember, in secret.

The dress was a beautiful orange wedding dress; with a single black lace streak that ran diagonally across the dress, and a light black lace section, with a pale orange back running along her right breast with two orange roses below her right breast. with one-half frilly satin, and the other half smooth satin.

Rarity had told Ember that Spike was going to propose to Ember, on this very day. So Ember thought it was fitting to wear in honour of her mate. However, the other reason was more sinister. The dress had been perfect to conceal her knife, from roaming eyes.

Author's Note

This is the dress that Ember is wearing.

chapter 6 Lies of The Past (Edited)

chapter 6 Lies of The Past

Iron Tail and the hooded figure fought tirelessly, blow after blow they went, cuts and bruises marking their flesh, with sparks flying in the air like the embers of a blue flame. Both the hooded figure and the dragon ceased fighting for a moment, as they caught their breath. They had been fighting for hours now, they were equally matched.

“I grow tired of this Iron Tail,” The hooded figure stated bitterly. “I thought you would not last this long. I will have to end this now. My master will not be pleased that I let one of my targets escape. I never wanted to use this on a reptile, but you leave me no choice.” as he finished talking he stroked the back of his blade, slowly raising his sword to a 45º angle, his breathing slow, his eyes were focused.

Iron Tail noticed how unnervingly calm his opponent had become.

The hooded figure could hear the dragons heart thump in his ears, he could hear the exhausted breaths of the dragon, he saw every movement the dragon made in slow motion.

Iron Tail could feel the tension building in the air, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest like it was trying to escape, he could hear every laboured breath he made.

“I need to kill this hooded figure now.” He thought hesitantly, as he saw the unsettling change in the hooded figures composure, and stance. He charged at the hooded figure, he had been expecting him to charge back at him, but instead he stood his ground unmoving, his expression calm and cool.

As Iron Tail fought the mysterious figure, Spike and Silver Fang had been nearing their destination; though they had another 3 days of travel ahead of them. As they were about to make camp for the night the smell of death hung in the air. Silver Fang knew it was the sign of fiends nearby, they prepared themselves for a fight. After a moment of waiting the fiends appeared with the hooded figure enslaved by Keselth

The opposing faction drew their swords, and knocked their bows, the air became cold and crisp, thick with tension, the smell of iron and blood stung the air. This was the onset of battle.

Silver Fang felt his blood begin to boil, as he saw the hooded figure standing before him, he figured that the figure overpowered Iron Tail, and killed him. He resigned to kill the hooded figure in the name of vengeance. Silver Fang growled viciously, claws tightening on the hilt of his blade, as he prepared to kill this creature, or die trying.

“Calm down, Fang. 'Concentrate on the task, not the way you feel.'” Spike quoted his masters tutelage. He took a deep breath to focus himself, before standing his ground.

“How can I rem-” Silver Fang was cut off, as an arrow soared passed him, fired from the hooded character, before landing with a thud in a nearby tree. Before Silver Fang could react the hooded figure had dashed at him with lightning speed, his sword drawn. Spike blocked the blow with his sword, while sliding his blade from underneath the sword, then round housing the creature in the chest, sending it staggering backwards.

As the hooded figure recovered his balance, Spike and Silver Fang noticed that the hood of the hooded figures cloak had fallen back revealing the figures' face. The figure had been a human man, with a rune branded on his neck. The symbol was shaped like a Z with 3 lines struck through it, with a dot on the top left side, and a dot on the bottom right side.

The stranger looked at Spike with surprise, wondering how he managed to move so quickly.

“You are not our target, step aside” the figure requested respectfully “We only want to kill Silver Fang, the enemy of the Black Dragon Order.”

“Not going to happen, because I protect my friends.” Spike stated devoid of fear.

“Last chance STEP ASIDE!” The human stated this time with more authority.

“Ah, I get it. You're just too scared to fight the mightiest knight of all time.” Spike antagonised the man “Now since you have finished your tantrum, how about you and your soldiers leave, or die; the choice is yours.”

“So be it, you have declared war against The Black Dragon Order. You will die like everyone else who opposes Keselth.” After the human finished speaking, he attacked Spike once more, sending him sliding back from the ferocious slash against him. Soon after Spike and the human engaged each other, the would be camp-site turned into a small war zone.

Ember hurled herself at Celestia. While she did, another two dragons assassinated Celestias' personal guards, ripping their throats out, and killing them. The crowd of mourners stood in there place, stunned by what was happening around them.

Ember landed on Celestia, knocking her to the ground. The enchanted dagger glowing in her claws, raised high in the air, she was preparing to plunge it into Celestia.

Luna snapped out of her trance like state, as she witnessed her sister in peril. She fired a beam of blue light, aiming specifically at the dagger however it was thwarted by a magical shield, surrounding her.

The blade neared Celestias' heart. as it made contact with Celestias' flesh the blade shattered into a million pieces, sending Ember flying through the air, knocking the wind out of her, leaving Celestia unscathed. The shards of the blade landed on the floor, before turning to ash, and blowing away. Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and the others looked at Ember in bewilderment.

They were surprised by the fact that Ember tried to kill Celestia, and the fact that the knife shattered as the tip of the blade met with Celestia's flesh. They looked at each other blank faced then back to Ember. Luna was the first to speak.

“That was Quick thinking, to create a shield around yourself,” Luna said, she had thought she figured out what happened. “Though next time, a word of warning, you scared me Tia… I would of not known, what I'd do if you died.”

“But I did not do anything, Luna.” Celestia said with a puzzled tone.

“Twilight did you…?” Luna Inquired before trailing off.

“I didn't do anything, I froze, I nearly got one of my dearest friend hurt.” Twilight stated “Stupid Twilight” Twilight muttered under her breath to herself.

They all looked at Shining Armour, who just shrugged his shoulders, he was just as perplexed as they were.

“Then who saved me?” Celestia stated to herself, but her thoughts were soon answered.

“That would have been me.” a mysterious ethereal voice, stated in reply.

The group of mourners searched around, but could not see anything. However, before long, the same spirit Dragon Celestia saw in her old Library, appeared. In its wispy glow.

“Ember, Sapphire, Black Flame, the one who stole my sons' heart, why do you resort to revenge? Do you not know, the value of life? It was not her fault that Spike has disappeared, but my own.” The ethereal voice boomed “My son is safe you foolish girl, do you even know, what you would of done if you actually killed this princess. If you do not understand, then I'll show you. My naïve daughter in law.” The spirit dragon reached out offering her a claw.

“DON'T GRAB THAT CLAW, EMBER!” a familiar voice to Ember announced.

Ember turned to where the voice was coming from, noticing her father standing at an ear shots distance away.

“So you're still alive, Torch Black Flame.” The ethereal voice boomed viciously, sounding more like a crumbling mountain. “I see your still loyal to my brother.”

“You are weak, you will bring our race to ruin. I knew there was something familiar about that dragon my daughter fell for.” Torch growled “I should of known when the dragon sceptre called to him, that it was your son.”

“But you didn't, and now you are too late. begone Black Flame,” as the spirit Dragon said this he rose his claw, using his magic to send him flying into a nearby wall, and knocking him unconscious.

“Ember, Grab my claw, you need to learn about your families true history. A history that should not of been hidden from you. You and my son have the same fate now, a fate that is beyond Equestria, and even the world.” The spirit dragon concluded gently, like a father talking to his daughter.

Ember looked at her fathers unconscious body, and the spectral dragon with its claw extended towards her. Ember grabbed the claw, and with a sudden flash of white light, she vanished.

Author's Note

Hey guys, and gals, sorry about the wait, but I am in the process of moving, I have work and other commitments to, but the good thing is that it's out now, so enjoy.

Chapter 7 Prophecy Fulfilled (edited)

Chapter 7 Prophecy Fulfilled

While Spike was travelling to East Dragonside village, surviving his own tribulation, and Ember was learning about her families past, with Spikes father.

The Alicorn Alliance, had been defending the Dragonside Village from the onslaught that had been relentlessly pushing against the villages walls, for the passed month.

“FORTIFY THE WALLS!” Ordered an alicorn with a white pelt, mauve eyes, wearing gold armour, with a sun engraved on the chest piece, with a silver and gold linear ethereal mane, casually blowing in the wind.

“AYE PYRON!” A soldier confirmed in obedience.

As the soldiers did as they were told, a young filly ran up with her sister in toe, approaching Pyron with a gleeful smile upon her maw.

“Daddy, Daddy.” The first filly said excitedly. Her eyes were mauve, she had a white pelt with a small horn and little wings filled with youthful vigour, that fluttered slightly as she ran. Her mane and tail were coloured with pink, sky blue, turquoise, and light blue streaks, with little sparkles giving her mane and tail an ethereal quality.

Her sister who had been following closely, had a pelt of midnight blue, with light blue eyes and a royal blue mane and tail, with small sparkles in it.

“Celestia, tis dangerous here! What did I tell thee about coming to the front line.” Pyron chastised gently, with a protective fatherly tone.

“I know but I wanted to showith thee a new spell mummy taught thy.” a young Celestia replied innocently, drawing circles with her fore hoof in the dirt.

“Okay my little Tia thee can showith me. but after that I want thee and thy sister to stay with mummy. Okay?” Pyron replied concernedly, looking side to side for any danger.

“Ok daddy.” after Celestia and Luna replied in unison, Celestia began to concentrate really hard until her little horn began to glow, and then suddenly she teleported behind her father. Her father had an expression of pride, as he witnessed his eldest daughter intentionally teleport for the first time, not accidentally when she would sneeze.

“Well done little one, I'm so proud of thee. Lulu did thee wantith to showith thy something too?” Pyron asked lovingly.

“Nay father Thy just wanted to see thee.” Luna said, giving her father a warm hug.

As their mother arrived to collect the two fillies, he gingerly kissed his daughters on the forehead, then embraced all three, before kissing their mother passionately as she left.

Luna and Celestias' mother had light blue eyes, a midnight blue coat, with a dark blue mane and tail, that would shine ever so lightly, giving it a mystical glow, and her cutie mark had been shaped like a cluster of stars.

“Goodbye Nova.” Pyron said as he waved lovingly at his wife, who returned his gesture in kind, as she left, with the two excitable fillies.

After his Special somepony left with his daughters, he could feel a longing in his heart to be able to come back to the castle, and have tea with his daughters and wife, he loved so very much. like he use to do, before the war broke out, and he was called to arms.

He knew that everyday that he was out in this god forsaken front line, could be his last. It pained him when he thought of never returning to see his family again, all he could do was shed tears as he thought of the unthinkable. He wanted this war to be over, he wanted things to go back to normal again.

Pyron was shaken from his thoughts, as a sentry declared that the enemy was attacking again. Pyron looked at the sentry stationed upon the wall, and watched an arrow pierce the sentries side. He fell from the parapets, landing with a grotesque splattering sound.

“BATTLE STATIONS, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!” Pyron ordered his soldiers; soon the field became a blur of movement. However it was only moments before it ceased, and the soldiers formed their ranks.

An eerie silence followed for mere seconds before the field erupted into chaos. Sword clashed against sword, buckler shattered against axe, the sound of magic shot through the air, the whistling of arrows began to resound, and the howls of agony resonated throughout the field.

Pyron Charged into the fray with his soldiers, his great sword drawn. He entered the fray surrounded by hundreds of fiends; he stabbed his sword into the ground, creating a wave of fire, setting alight numerous enemies, turning them to ash, he drew his sword out of the ground and swung it to the left cutting three fiends in half. He charged his horn and blasted a hole through seven fiends with one shot.

A piercing roar echoed throughout the field. Pyron looked to the sky, bloodied from the blood of his enemies, to see a darkening cloud approaching,.

“BALLISTAS!” Pyron shouted, using his royal Canterlot voice. Soon the sound of taught string began to thrum, and large missiles howled through the air, taking out dragon after dragon. The sky began to look like a light show, as magic shattered the evening sky. The blood of dragon and alicorn began to fall, adding to the darkening scene.

“Nova, raise the shield.” Pyron telepathically told his wife. The sky around Dragonside Village started to turn navy, and soon all that could be seen was a giant navy blue bubble surrounding the village.

The dragons started to claw and breathe fire, archers started pelting it with arrows, in an attempt to break the shield, but they failed, for the shield had been to powerful.

Spike blocked another vicious blow from the hooded figure, while Silver Fang fought four fiends at once.

Silver fang slashed two fiends in half with a wide swinging motion, before continuing to turn a further 180º cutting another two fiends in half, killing all four.

The hooded figure charged at Spike once again, with awe inspiring speed. Spike matched his speed and dodged the sword strike, before retaliating with one of his own strikes, causing the figure the
stumble slightly.

While the figure was recovering, Spike made another attack cleaving downwards. The human reacted fast enough to block the blade, blue sparks flew into the air, as the human fell to his knees, from the formidable force of Spikes' blow.

The hooded figure slid his blade from Spikes', causing Spike to take a step back, and as the hooded figure rose to his feet, Spike had already slashed at him once more.

As the hooded figure blocked another strike from Spike, he knew he was losing this battle, he had to do something quickly. Spike slashed at him again this time with more ferocity.

He blocked another strike from Spike, as he did, he used all his strength to push his blade against Spikes' blade.

Spike stumbled as he tried to recover, but before he could recover the human kicked Spike in the chest.

Spike stumbled again, this time nearly falling over.

The hooded figure saw his moment to strike.

He pointed a raised hand at Spike, and announced “Razeal!” and all the sudden a shock wave hit Spike, delivering a crumbling blow

Spike fell to the ground, his sword was sent flying through air, before landing with a clang some distance away. Before Spike could could recover, the hooded figure was upon him, his blade pointed at Spikes throat

“This is the end for you Reptile!” The hooded figure declared “Your kind are weak and fragile, you will be crushed by my master!”

After the hooded figure finished speaking, he began to raise his sword in preparation to stab Spike.

Spike looked at the scene unfold, he felt like the dream he had was about to be fulfilled. He began to think about Ember and how he would never see her again, nor would he see his friends, his home in Ponyville, or feel the spring breeze whipping his face in the springtime, he would never hear the birds singing their tune again. Darkness started to engulf his mind, Spikes eyes started to tear up, as he watched time slow down.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 8 Awakening (edited)

Chapter 8 Awakening

As the shield stood strong against the relentless onslaught of dragon fire and arrows alike. The walls would not fall.

Pyron stood his ground, amongst the chaos filled field, watered with blood, and mud, littered with the corpses of dragon, and Alicorn.

Pyron made a wide sweep with his blade, releasing a wave of flames turning his enemies to ash. He stabbed his sword into the ground, to brace himself, as the ember and ash, fell around him. Pyron was catching his breath, he knew he was at his limits, he had to end this skirmish soon, or he would become too fatigued to fight.

But his recovery was short lived, as a loud guttural voice boomed over the field, stating his name.

“PYRON!”

Pyron knew who this dragon was, he was the one he wanted to kill the most, he was the one who orchestrated the attack against his countrymen, kin and family alike.

“Agnas,” Pyron stated under his breath, “What do I owe thine pleasure, Commander Agnas. For you to leave your den.” Pyron Stated, with distaste.

“This is not the time for pleasantries. This is where your walls fall, Pyron! This is the fall of the Alicorn race!” As Agnas finished his sentence, he drew his sword, and swung it over head sending a wave of dark magic, killing six Alicorns instantly.

Pyron blocked the blow with his magic.

“So this will be our final fight. This last battle will decide, Dragonsides' fate.” Pyron stated, as he drew his sword from the ground.

Soon after Pyron finished speaking, the battlefield fell unusually silent, as the two opposing commanders focused on nothing, but each other.

A foul wind howled, carrying the smell of death, across the field.

Suddenly the two met in the middle, with a large earth shattering clash. Both fire, and dark magic made the ground shake, from the force of the impact.

Soon after the dust settled, Agnas wheeled around and slammed Pyron with his tail, sending him flying; knocking him prone, before rearing his head and breathing a stream of purple flames down on Pyron.

Pyron teleported, dodging the flames, then reappeared above Agnas, accelerating to unimaginable speed using his magic, before enchanting his sword with ice, and charging fourth, aiming to skewer Agnas.

Agnas had been expecting this, he thrust his wings out, taking flight creating a powerful up draft around him, causing Pyron to pitch upwards uncontrollably.

Agnas then used his tail to belt the airborne Alicorn, into the shielded wall, forcing his precious wife to electrocute her husband, accidentally.

Pyron coughed up a globule of blood, while the remnants of magic electricity hung around, for a few seconds more.

“Come now, Pyron, that can’t be all your made of.” Agnas Taunted

Before Pyron could reply, Agnas pounced on him pinning him to the ground.

“I wont let... you… best me.” Pyron replied in a hushed tone, before his eyes started to glow in a bright white light, and his magic started to swirl around him, before he released the surge of magic, sending Agnas airborne unexpectedly.

Pyron, started to rapidly teleport around Agnas, slashing at him from all sides, before hovering and charging his horn, shooting Agnas, and another 100 fiends along with him, vaporising the fiends and making Agnas crash in to the ground.

Pyron, started to raise the stones around him, before enchanting them with magic. he released the glowing barrage of bullet like pieces of stone, at Agnas.

The stones met their mark, creating a massive dust cloud. Through the dust, an agonising scream could be heard.

As the dust settled, Agnas was lying down, bloodied and barely alive, with a man wearing a black hooded cloak, wielding a black staff, grasping an onyx gemstone, in what looked like a dragons’ talon; standing on top of Agnas, shielding him from any further damage.

As Pyron remained hovering, wondering who this strange figure was, an evil laugh could be heard.

“Agnas you have done well for the prior commander of Keselths army. But let me redeem you of your duty.” After the cloaked figure finished speaking, he raised his staff and a beam of red light hit Agnas in the chest.

“Wait-no-please... Raszeakiel!” Agnas stated, as panic engulfed his confident persona.

“Sorry, but you’re merely a tool that has broken, you are no longer useful to your master. However you are useful to me, my reptilian friend. Goodbye Agnas.” The cloaked figure purred, “Razith, nocantra, visrel, ardentel, gartel!” The cloaked figure chanted his wicked spell, his staff lit up in a sickly purple light, and drained Agnas of his magical essence, empowering Raszeakiel.

Pyron began to feel on edge, after seeing this figure use magic on the wounded Agnas, and after watching Agnas plea for his life, before being executed by this figure.

“Now to finish what Agnas started. mmmmnn his essence tasted so good, I wonder what your essence will taste like Pyron! It’s been many years, since I have eaten an immortal.” The cloaked figure said, as he looked at Pyron in a predatory manner.

While the fight between dragon and Alicorn raged on, Spike had been on the edge of death.

To spike seconds felt like years. As the cruel blade drew so close that he could nearly feel it cutting into his flesh, and taste the cold steel on his lips. Silver Fang suddenly jumped in front of Spike, receiving the blow to his back.

Silver Fang looked at spike, and felt a warmness on his back, from the blood running down his spine. He coughed up blood.

“heh heh... ah... Spike I guess that makes you-you the reinforcements. I know you are the saviour they ne-” Silver Fangs’ sentence was abruptly ended, as the hooded figure followed through with his slash, cutting Silver Fang in half.

“HA, saviour? Just another pathetic dragon. You will die here and now, just like everyone else before you. Goodbye reptile.” The hooded figure said, in spite, to Silver Fangs last words.

“You have no right to talk, you killed my friends, you killed the nicest Dragons I have ever known. So no; I wont die! Because I have someone waiting for me, and she needs me. So it is you who I must kill.” Spike said as he became so angry, that he sounded calm. Soon after Spike stopped speaking, he vanished with such a speed, that it was impossible to match.

Spike made it to his fallen comrades Glaive, he picked it up, and closed his eyes in remorse.

“You are finished. With this blade I will slay Keselth, and you along with him. Vengeance is mine to take.” Spike stated, as he rose Silver Fangs Glaive in the air, making a vow to avenge his fallen brethren.

Author's Note

Its been awhile since i updated this but its now updated and ready for your eyes enjoy. this is what the strange figures look like. if you like pictures.

Chapter 9 Origins (edited)

Chapter 9 Origins

Ember, was transported into another plane of existence. She appeared in a castle, at first she assumed she was in Canterlot castle.

“Ember, you are not in Canterlot. This is my own castle, and the place it all started everything you know, and don’t know, started here.” The dragon stated calmly.

Ember thought he could read her mind; she didn’t put it passed this strange spectral Dragon after all, he had just knocked out her father without much effort. He had been the strongest dragon she knew, even at his age.

“How did we get here?” Ember inquired, realising how stupid she must of sounded.

“I’m a Sage dragon, we control time and space, and we can alter it as we see fit. But there are some things we cannot change. What you are about too see is not a dream, but what had happened many years ago.” soon after the Sage dragon finished speaking, Ember found herself in a spiritual form similar to a ghost, inside a throne room. She instantly recognized a younger version of her father Torch. He was adorned in gold armour with perfectly polished talons and scales, with brilliant white teeth.

He wore a proud expression upon his maw, he knew he was an esteemed guard, protecting his sovereign.

A moment later; a Black dragon entered the throne room, before he spoke to the other dragon sitting upon a throne of gold.

“Shamilth, how is the mighty Sage Dragon lord.” The Black Dragon stated.

“Keselth, it is a pleasure to see you. What brings my younger brother here?” Shamilth Replied in kind. The dragon upon the throne was a dragon with brilliant pearlescent white scales, what would change in colour, when the sun would hit his scales.

“I have a request my lord.” Keselth inquired humbly.

“Anything for my brother. What is your request?” Shamilth replied enthusiastically.

“My Lord allow me to take over the throne you hold. You have become old and you have a family to attend to now, it’s only right that they become your priority. Retire and leave the care of our kin to me.” Keselth replied, bowing Graciously.

“My brother, any other request I’d grant you. But my throne you are not ready to take over, you are too rash to decide what is best. I have seen the future, and if you were to take my throne now, you would plummet our world into chaos, and our kin would suffer. You are only 500 years old, you are only but a teenager in dragon years.” Shamilth replied wisely.

“You dare say I am naïve! You are mistaken Shamilth, I am ready for this responsibility!” Keselth replied indignantly.

“Your impudent conduct proves me to be right, you are not ready, please understand mature a little more, you will have your time of reign.” Shamilth declared, with kingly authority

“If my lord wishes it, I'll abide by your command, your majesty.” Keselth stated spitefully, before storming out of the Throne room.

Ember then found herself inside another room of the castle, and she recognized the dragon she saw as Keselth, she assumed that she was now inside of his chambers.

“My brother had the gall to call me naïve and impudent. I will have that throne, I am ready and I must show him that I am. I’ll start a coo against our lord, and usurp the throne by force. Show him that I can rule.” Keselth stated to himself, and as he did he heard a knock at his door.

“My lord, your brother has requested your presence.” Ember recognised this voice as her fathers it was a little less deeper, but still had the gravel like tone, she remembered.

“Torch, come in please.” Keselth stated. Torch entered the room, and closed the door behind him.

“Your majesty is everything alright?” Torch replied humbly before his ruler.

“Yes all is well. But I believe you deserve a promotion for all of your hard work.” Keselth stated cunningly.

“Your majesty what do you mean? I thought I was already at the peak of my rank.” Torch replied, curiously.

“Yes you are as a guard, but what If I told you that I could make you a noble.” Keselth said in a manipulating tone.

“A noble... is that even possible?” Torch replied with increasing curiosity.

“Oh yes, you will gain land, and riches, all you have to do is one thing for me.” Keselth stated temptingly.

“My Lord, what would you have me to do?” Torch replied before bowing.

“All you have to do, is swear fealty to me, and all of your dreams will become a reality.” Keselth purred.

“I don’t know, I'm loyal to Shamilth. He is my sovereign.” Torch stated, weighing his options.

“Tell me, what has Shamilth done for you?” Keselth stated.

“He has given me an estate, a comfortable wage, and it allows me to provide for my family.” Torch replied in a grateful tone.

“What if I told you that he hasn’t done anything for you, and all that you have was my doing.” Keselth replied persuasively.

“I don’t believe you, our king is a gracious ruler.” Torch replied in disbelief.

“But what I say is true Torch, why don’t I show you his true colours, behind closed doors.” Keselth replied.

“Show me? How do you plan on doing that?” Torch replied in disbelief.

“I am a sage dragon, like our lord. I can show you with a scrying stone.” Keselth replied matter of factually.

“Okay I’ll take you up on your word. Show me how our king supposedly acts.” Torch replied in agreement, hoping he could prove Keselth wrong.

“Follow me Torch.” Keselth made his way towards a large table with a precious ball of crystal upon it. Torch followed Keselth, as Torch did, Ember did also.

The crystal started to glow a dim white colour, and the image suddenly became clear. It started showing Shamilth telling his advisors not to pay the guards, or the armies he had. Soon the image suddenly changed into another room, it was the treasury filled with gold and jewels.

Another image appeared, showing Keselth walking down to the village and handing out gold, and jewels, from his treasury, until he had very little left. Then image changed again and it showed a guard complaining to Shamilth about his family, how they were starving. Soon after the complaint, Shamilth touched the guard on the head, with his talon gently.

His talon started to glow, causing the guard forget what he was doing there. Shortly after that the guard walked out of the throne room, as if nothing had transpired after the final image ended, the ball returned to its original form.

Torch was quiet for some time, before he spoke.

“My lord, you have showed me what Shamilth is doing to his kin, and I don’t like it I will swear my fealty to you, putting an end to his tyrannical rule.” Torch had a painful expression on his face, he felt betrayed by the one who he fought tirelessly for, before continuing. “I Torch Black Flame, he by declare myself the humble servant of Lord Keselth."

Ember was soon transported into another room, she recognised one of the dragons as her father; she also noticed a female dragon that resembled her, but she was much taller and older, she assumed that to be her mother. This was the first time she had seen her mother since she hatched.

“Kaleth, Shamilth has betrayed us, it was Keselth that provided us with all of the comforts we enjoyed.” Torch stated with despair.

“What do you mean? Our lord Shamilth, has always been there for his kin. How do you know that he has betrayed us?” Kaleth replied, with both confusion and disbelief.

“I saw it, Keselth showed me with a scrying stone. I didn't believe it to begin with, but the evidence is there.” Torch replied.

“No this cant be right, I have always seen him helping out orphaned dragons in wartime, where their family had been killed during battle. I witnessed it, he was kind and caring.” Kaleth stated firmly.

“Its true though, but how have you witnessed this?” Torch stated confused.

“It’s because I love him.” Kaleth slipped up in her state of emotional distress.

“You mean you have betrayed me too for that TYRANT no less.” Torch stated as he felt like his world was falling apart around him.

In a fit of anger, Torch struck at her with his razor sharp talons. They met there mark, slashing at her vulnerable under belly, knocking her to the floor. Kaleth got back up limping from her mortal wounds. She sprinted out of the building, Ember followed her mother just to see her collapse onto the ground, unable to move any further, laying there lifelessly.

Ember Saw her father come out of the building, with tears in his eyes. He saw his bleeding wife on the ground. He ran to her, passing through Ember. He fell to the ground, and yowled in heartfelt pain up into the sky.

Then Keselth appeared out of no where, and placed a gentle talon on Torchs’ shoulder, then he spoke

“You see what Shamilth has done to you, he stole your wife, and your potential family it’s his fault that your wife is dead, not you my dear friend.” Soon after Keselth finished reassuring Torch, he picked up Kaleths' limp corpse, and buried it with Torch by his side.

Soon after Ember witnessed the death of her mother, she was in another area. She had been transported outside the castle now, and saw a large army of dragons standing off against an army of Sage Dragons and Alicorns, the two sides soon charged each other, and started to fight viciously against each other. Dragons, Alicorns, and Sage Dragons, soon littered the battlefield.

Ember then found herself in another room. It was Shamilths’ room now, he seemed panicked adorned in his armour, he chanted a spell on a small magenta egg, with little purple dots on it. After he finished chanting, the egg started to glow a bright white, before vanishing.

However beside the magenta egg before it was teleported was another egg, that was turquoise with little dark blue dots on it. Shamilth started to chant his spell, but was abruptly cut off as Keselth and Torch stormed his room, breaking the door down.

He flicked his tail, slamming both dragons out of his room, before charging at them. However her exploration of her supposed origin soon ended. She was back in Ponyville again.

“Young Ember, you now know of your origin, and how we are all connected.” The Sage Dragon Stated.

“Are you Shamilth?” Ember Inquired.

“Yes Ember, I am Shamilth.” Shamilth answered.

“Can you tell me something, who’s egg was the one you failed to teleport?” Ember inquired, feeling as if she already knew the answer.

“That is your Egg Ember, I am your Father, and Spike is your brother.” Shamilth stated, matter of factually.

“You mean... that I was going to marry my brother?!” Ember stated with astonishment.

“Yes, you are a Sage Dragon... and you and Spike may never marry because of that. Blood calls to blood. I’m sorry Ember, your father should of told you everything.” Shamilth stated, with a great sorrow to his words.

Author's Note

Bam Plot twist, what a way to publish a new chapter. I'll be updating this story more frequently, now that I have the time. Thank you for your support, and waiting for me to publish a new chapter.

Chapter 10 The fall of an Empire (REWORKED)

Chapter 10 The fall of an Empire

Raziekiel summoned 8 balls of magic around himself before unleashing his volley of magic at Pyron, Pyron dodged them but he failed to notice them come back around, hitting him in the back, sending him to the ground, causing him to lose focus on holding his great sword; a metallic ring could be heard as the sword skidded away. He didn’t have enough time to recover his weapon before Raziekiel released a torrent of purple flames. Pyron teleported out of the way as the flames scorched the earth in front of him.

Pyron lost track of his foe when suddenly he was shot in the back by more purple flames, scorching his coat, and burning him. Pyron kicked Raziekiel after he recovered from the intense pain he endured. Raziekiel received the kick, blocking it with a green shield, shocking Pyron and causing him to fall to the ground once more.

Before Pyron could recover; lightning bolts rained down on him from the heavens. Pyron was hit by the first couple of lightning bolts, before he managed to shield him self from the remainder. He then teleported behind Raziekiel, releasing a powerful beam of magic. Raziekiel was caught off guard and was sent slamming into the ground, cracking it.

Pyron was too fatigued to maintain his awoken form, he returned to his former state, teleporting his Sword to himself, wielding it again, while Raziekiel was recovering, or so he thought. Pyron was suddenly kicked towards the ground, and a bolt of Lightning soon followed as he hit the ground.

“YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON THE MIGHTY RAZIEKIEL, I’LL SHOW YOU THE MEANING OF POWER! YOU WRETCHED HORSE!” Raziekiel stated sharply. As Raziekiel finished his speech, the sky turned crimson, thunder cracked, and the smell of sulphur filled the land.

Meanwhile inside Dragonside Village, Nova had been concentrating on keeping her shield up but in the shadows watching from the distance, was Luna and Celestias’ Private tutor, and Novas’ closest friend.

Her name was Chrysalis, she was the most desired mare in the capitol. She had a brilliant velvety pitch black coat, with beautiful emerald Green Eyes, a silky turquoise mane and Tail; with the symbol of a golden heart, with a crown above the heart, on her flank.

She approached the throne room, and opened the door. Luna, and Celestia ran up to the mare, embracing her.

“Miss Chrysalis,” Luna said excitedly.

Luna had been more fond of Chrysalis then what Celestia was. Celestia had been the best student compared to her sister. She was always in the library studying constantly, she never went outside, unless she had learnt something new, and wanted to show her father and mother.

“Hello Luna, thine dearest student, are thee alright?” Chrysalis smiled.

“Thy is a little scared. So many noises, and scary sounds are coming from outside, thy hope daddy is alright.” Lunas’ eyes began to water with tears.

“Hush little one, it’s alright, it will all be over soon.” Chrysalis said in a motherly tone, stroking Lunas mane gently.

Soon after she had comforted her student, she made it to the weakening Nova, who was gradually losing her stamina to the massive drain of the shield. Once she made it to Nova she suddenly released a point blank blast of magic, hitting Nova, blasting her into the wall behind her throne, shattering the throne in the same process.

Nova coughed up a small amount of blood as she impacted the wall. She was caught off guard by her best friends attack and she lost focus on maintaining the shield, and the shield shattered. The sky was no longer midnight blue, but now red, with streaks of green lightning.

“Chrysalis… Chrysalis why… why is thee doing this.” Nova Stated, shocked at the recent revelation.

“Oh come on Nova, you married Pyron, how could he taketh thee over thy? The most beautiful mare in the history of Equin, thy loved him first. Thee would of never met him, were it not for thy.” Chrysalis stated spitefully, before continuing. “Don’t worry, I'll take good care of him when thee is gone. He will not have a choice in the matter, he will accept the love thy haveth for him.”

Soon after Chrysalis finished speaking, she released another bolt of magic at Nova, launching her through a wall of the castle. Luna started to cry, failing to understand what was going on

“Chrysalis why is thee hurting mummy?” Luna stated with tears pouring from her eyes.

Chrysalis turned her head towards Luna and simply said “sleep,” and Luna fell asleep instantly.

Celestia saw this and felt upset, she had been witnessing something that didn’t seem right. She sprinted out of the room, charging to the front line, where she knew her father was; with tears streaming down her face crying out “Daddy, mummies hurt.”

Pyron watched as Raziekiel started to glow with a red aura. Raziekiel started to laugh maniacally as he felt his power start to grow. Two leathery black wings sprouted from his back, his clothes ripped apart, leaving only strands of clothing remaining; his eyes turned crimson, and his maniacal laugh changed into demonic laughter. Raziekiels’ skin became red and scaly. He grew massive claws, and a bright red tail sprouted from his rear; horns appeared on his head.

“Yes Pyron, witness my true form. feel my power!” Raziekiel stated with malice, before picking up Pyron with a telekinetic field, pulling Pyron towards him, before round housing him into the castle gates, shattering them, leaving a gaping gash from his razor sharp claws.

Pyron struggled to maintain his focus from the searing pain he was feeling. He managed to get up and draw his sword into a defensive position. As he did, Raziekiel laughed, Releasing two red bolts of magic. Pyron caught the first one with his sword, but it shattered his sword and the second bolt met its mark, hitting him in the chest, sending him into one of the buildings behind him.

Celestia Made it to the front gates, as she witnessed her father being slammed through it. She stopped dead in her tracks; she then saw two bolts of red magic hit her father, sending him through a building.

“DADDY!” She screamed.

Pyron heard his daughters scream. He teleported in front of her.

“Celestia... What… What is thee doing here… tis not safe!” Pyron Stated through laboured breaths.

“Mummy is being attacked, I came to get thine help.” Celestia stated through her tears.

“How quaint; the father will have a chance to say goodbye to his daughter, before he dies.” Raziekiel announced, as he entered through the shattered gates.

Before Pyron could reply, Raziekiel was already upon him. He struck him with his claws, knocking him into the same building again.

“Who would of thought, that I’d be so lucky to eat two immortals today, I’ll start with a snack. Be sure to watch Pyron, as I devour your daughter.” Raziekiel stated, as a predatory smile appeared on his maw.

“Like hell!” Pyron stated, kicking Raziekiel after teleporting and knocking him back. While his opponent was knocked back, he charged his horn again, and released a powerful beam of magic at him. Raziekiel raised his hand, and caught the beam absorbing it.

“Yes! Give me more, I want more.” Raziekiel Laughed

“THEE WANTITH MORE, THEN I’LL GIVE THEE MORE!” Pyron stated, enraged at Raziekiel for attacking his daughter. He got his second wind, Pyron started to glow again, the ground cracked and started to levitate; a giant beam of white light shot into the sky, from Pyrons sheer power. He let out a vicious war cry, as his power took over him.

Soon after the bright white light ended, it started raining white magic bolts upon Raziekiel. Raziekiel attempted to block them with a shield, but it soon failed, and the bolts met there mark. After they did, the onslaught of magic ceased.

Raziekiel coughed up some blood, he started to recover but he was unable to recover fully before Pyron kicked him into the air, following up with three bolts of magic, knocking him further into the air, he teleported, round housing Raziekiel to the floor; slamming him into the ground. The earth shook as Raziekiel made impact, he coughed up more blood as his sternum cracked, he opened his eyes just in time to notice a barrage of bolts. He blocked them just in time and retaliated with a blast of red magic. Pyron saw it coming, and side stepped it, before teleporting over the prone Raziekiel, releasing a beam of magic at point blank range, creating a crater in its wake.

As the vicious battle continued between Pyron and Raziekiel. Chrysalis and Nova had been in a battle to the death, Nova had finally given up trying to reason with her best friend that had become a traitor. She was weakened due to her shield consuming most of her magical essence.

She couldn’t fight forever, she could feel her strength waning, yet Chrysalis seemed to be fine with her reserves of magic in tact.

Chrysalis released a bolt of green magic at Nova, Nova shielded herself and retaliated by firing a bolt of magic of her own. Chrysalis dodged the bolt, and teleported behind Nova, releasing a shock wave sending her back into the castle.

Luna awoke again, but this time she saw her mother cough up blood, and her old mentor slowly walk into the castle. Luna saw her mother get back up, only to be knocked down again, as Chrysalis teleported, kicking Nova to the floor, sending her sprawling over the bloody marble floor.

Chrysalis teleported a glowing knife to her, and started approaching Nova slowly. Nova attempted with the last amount of her strength to release a blast of magic, but it fizzled out.

“Nova, Nova, Nova… I expected more of a fight from thee. But I guess you are not all powerful after all, this tis thine end for thee, friend.” Chrysalis stated nonchalantly.

“Please… stop this madness… we… we were good friends… why… why does it have to come to this. Why betray thine kin, over thine envy?” Nova struggled to say, as she was fading in and out of consciousness.

“tis all thees’ doing, thine has no one to blame, but thine self. I have not betrayed anyone, but thee has betrayed me.” Chrysalis stated with resolve.

After she finished speaking, Chrysalis was finally upon the weakened nova, her dagger glowing ethereally. Chrysalis suddenly plunged it into Novas side; as she did the dagger turned to ash.

Nova yowled as the dagger entered her side. The pain was excruciating, however knowing she was going to die soon, she cast one last spell on Chrysalis.

“Thy curse thine name and thine beauty, may thee turn into thine true self. May no one ever find love with thee, and may thee never receive it, so long as you live. Be this thines punishment absolute.”

Soon after the words were recited, and Nova finally died. Chrysalis was engulfed with a midnight blue aura; her pelt changed into a hard shell, her mane started to fall out, her wings changed into bug like wings, her horn started to rot into a miss shapen bow, her hooves started developing holes, and after the transformation was complete, Chrysalis saw her reflection in the polished marble, and was horrified by what she saw. She sprinted out of the castle, tears streaming down the side of her face.

Meanwhile the battle still raged on with Pyron and Raziekiel. Raziekiel had been losing with Pyrons' new found strength, but a scheme entered his mind, he would attack and aim to kill Pyrons' daughter, knowing that his fatherly instincts would compel him to take the blow instead of letting his daughter receive it. He managed to get enough breathing space to make an attack against Celestia, he vanished and reappeared, starting to swing his giant claw at Celestia.

Celestia Screamed, as she noticed the claw coming down at her. It had been bigger then her, and would either crush her, or cut her in half, by the large razor like claws.

Pyron heard his daughter scream and saw what was happening in slow motion, he teleported in front of the large claw, taking the blow instead. He was sent flying, sprawling over the bloody mud. Pyron howled in pain. He was no longer able to move, he was amazed that he was still alive.

After the blow he knew he would not live much longer, he was too fatigued, and in too much pain, his legs were shot and his heart was slowing, his vision started to blur, as he saw Raziekiel slowly approaching him.

Eventually Raziekiel had made it to where he was, and Pyron was picked up by the throat. Raziekiel started to raise Pyron to his eye level. Pyron was now looking directly into his cold red eyes.

“You pathetic horse, you had to protect your little daughter, she was your undoing in the end. Once I absorb your power, I’ll be unstoppable.” Raziekiel stated, revelling in the excitement of gaining enough power, to even rival gods.

Pyron spat a globule of blood at the face of his executioner.

“Defiant even till the end. You were a worthy opponent.” Raziekiel stated, as he opened up his mouth and started to absorb Pyrons magical essence.

Celestia came out of her horrified state, and saw her father being absorbed completely; he writhed and struggled from pain, from the drain of his very magical essence.

“DADDY!” Celestia screamed, as she saw her father being killed. She started to cry, and then she started to glow. The ground began to shake, and waves of yellow Magic pulsed, her eyes started to glow white.

Raziekiel was halted from his feast of power, as he heard a scream and felt the air around him begin to buzz with energy. He noticed that the ground and giant pieces of castle wall started to levitate. He saw where it was coming from. He winced at the sheer magical energy, dropping Pyrons' limp body on the verge of death.

He recovered from the bright blinding light, and noticed that it was Pyrons daughter that had been generating such a magnitude of power, he charged at her attempting to stop her from doing whatever she was doing, but as he made it close to her, he was sent flying into a wall, pinning him to the wall. He then witnessed a ball of magic above Pyrons daughter which suddenly exploded vaporising everything around her.

“NO!” he shouted, as the blast hit him, turning him into ash. As he turned to ash, he released three dark purple wisps, that scattered around Equin.

Luna had been weeping by her mothers corpse, when she was suddenly distracted by a bright light coming from the battlefield, soon after it dimmed, she was suddenly hit by a purple wisp knocking her unconscious.

Meanwhile in another part of Equin, the bright light created by Celestias’ burst of magic, could be seen. A young Minotaur was walking with his brother. He looked up into the sky and winced slightly, as he saw the bright flash.

After his eyes adjusted to the phenomenon, he was suddenly hit by a dark purple wisp, knocking him over. He got back up, and noticed another wisp flying through the sky, suddenly plummeting into the Everfree, a plume of purple light could be scene as it made impact.

“Tirek, are you coming, we need to make it to the next town to comfort the citizens living there, in this trying time.” Tireks’ brother stated, urgently.

“Yeah, Scorpan; I’ll be right there.” Tirek replied, rubbing his head before catching up to his brother.

Back in the remains of Dragonside village, it was quiet now, and Pyron managed to make it to where Celestia started to lower herself to the ground, where he barely caught her in his hooves. He stayed like that for some time, spending his last moments watching his daughter sleep, before he would pass, he knew he would be dead soon.

“She seems so peaceful, when she sleeps.” Pyron thought to himself, as he smiled inwardly, his eyes finally closed, he was happy.

“I’m sorry, my little girl.” he said as he finally passed peacefully, with a smile across his face, and a tear in his eye.

Celestia woke up in her fathers embrace, and she said.

“Daddy,” but when he didn't reply she became worried, “Daddy… Daddy please wake up.” she repeated, as she tried to wake him up. “Daddy, this isn’t funny, thee is scaring me!” She yelled, but there was no reply, she carried on like that for hours, until her voice gradually faded, and tears replaced her words.

Author's Note

This is what Chrysalis looks like as an alicorn, sorry i'm not the best drawer

Chapter 11 Sins of the Past (Reworked)

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.”

Chapter 12 Survivle and Loss

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Chapter 13 Home Coming

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Chapter 14 A Vision of Darkness

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Chapter 15 The Beginning of The End.

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Chapter 16 Sadness and Hatred

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Chapter 17 Decent to Darkness

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Chapter 18 The Fall

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Chapter 19 The Light of Hope and the Scourge of Dread

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Chapter 20 Embers Determination

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Chapter 21 A Friend or A Foe

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Chapter 22 In the end...

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Chapter 23 Genesis

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Chapter 24 Toll of The Crown

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Chapter 25 Hell-fire

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Chapter 26 The final Frontier

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Chapter 27 Lovers Quarrel

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Chapter 28 "You are lost..."

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Chapter 29 Goodbyes aren't forever

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Chapter 30 New Life and Death.

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Chapter 4 Scorned Heart (edited)

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.