Author's Note

Chapter brought to you by my girlfriend selecting the hardest color to write about. So yea sorry for the short chapter but I feel like I need to switch between light heartidness and dark heartidnessness... yea... or something like that idk :D Sorry about the lateness of chapter. I had planned to do it Wednesday, buuuuuuut life. And my car.

Green is pretty good right? Even if the situation isn't good.

"Get down!" A random pony yells before a loud explosion echos from behind following before the splattering of a mixture of blood and mud around him and the others, "Get the injured back!"

The pony, a mahogany furred male unicorn with a hat signalling his rank as captain whilst he wields a flintlock style pistol at his side, pops his head up above the arrow battered trench and fires a ball of arcane energy condensed int he form of a ball from the only hole in the front of it. It pierces through the chest of a Griffin marching forward with the others of his kind bringing him down with a rupture of blood shooting forth from his chest through his chest plate. The leather armor they all wear has nothing compared to the pure penetration power that the Unicorns have when equipped with a firing weapon. The only downfall of it is the fact that it takes a good while to reload up the pistol with energy.

To the right and left of him are Earth Ponies equipped with one sword each and a cross bow. The one on the right, a orange furred pony with an arrow currently sticking from his right foreleg shoulder, motions for the other unicorn to go out and provide fire while the unicorn reloads the pistol with magic. The left Earth Pony, a half teal half red furred pony, nods his head and comes up quick fire an arrow and reloading in quick succession. Whilst he reloads, the other earth pony pops up and fire an arrow straight and true into the eye of an unsuspecting injured Griffin as he yanks his spear out of the body of a Pegasus.

The war has been going on like this for three years so far. The Griffin's rarely give up ground and the death toll on both sides have only been increasing. Though as of late, the ponies have been having to worry less about this. They have on thing that the Griffins only wish they had.

A pure magical dragon. He's still young, but this dragon means a lot more to them than they ever thought he would. Not only has he saved the Crystal Empire, but he has a very specific type of dragon's breath. Apparently it can be changed to do different things based upon the magic fed to him. It's absorbed into his body and is than placed deep within his mind so that he can call upon it whenever. So not only can he fight and protect himself, he can breath flames of life upon the injured to close what was once life threatening wounds.

His name is Spike, the green dragon. He's called that based upon the color of his belly. For it is there that-

"Whoa whoa whoa. Spike. You know your belly is yellow right?" Twilight says

"Er uh yea that's uh exactly what I meant Twilight!" Spike says pulling the marker away from board that currently has multiple drawings as well as idea sketches of himself involving pink, red, green, and black, "So yea so with my awesome healing power I would-"

"Spike. You're not lying to me are you?" Twilight asks getting up from her seat staring at the baby dragon before her who is currently shaking a bit with a nervous smile.

"Me!? Lying!? Of course not!" Spike says with a nervous laugh closing the marker, "Now I'm a going to uh... go... see what Rarity is up to! Yea you know how she is sometimes! Always forgetting to stop work production every so often and neglecting Sweetie Belle."

"Rarity is in Manehatten right now." Twilight says grabbing Spike in her magical grip, "And me and you are going to the eye doctor. And while we're walking there, I wanna know all exactly about how long you've been lying to me mister Spike the Dragon."

Spike snaps his mental fingers.

"So close..."