Where Are You?

Twilight Sparkle is your average unicorn. She studies magic, and goes to extreme lengths to get new spells. The only difference is that she has been able to produce magic no other unicorn could, and that lead to both her cutie mark, and being the personal assistant of the one and only Princess Celestia.

Spike is your normal baby dragon. But he also has his differences too. For one, he was raised by a unicorn since he hatched. Another difference is that he can’t breathe fire, but with the exception of a small flame that emerges from his mouth when Celestia messages them. But Spike is happy that he can’t breathe fire or be raised by dragons.

Twilight has raised Spike as her own, and they both have grown fond of each other. Twilight was almost like a mother to Spike, but he thought of her as like a sister. Even though Spike was a dragon, Twilight loved and took care of him with all her heart.

Whenever Spike would cry because ponies would make fun of him for being a dragon with no powers what so ever, Twilight would cradle him in her arms, and say, “It doesn’t matter if you are different. Being different makes you special. And besides, being a dragon doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” This would always stop Spike’s sobbing when he was a little toddler, and Spike has since gotten over every pony’s teasing.

But Spike sometimes has done things that have made Twilight lose her temper. But they would be settled later that night. Spike doesn’t usually cry when he gets in trouble, but there are exceptions. For instance, when Spike was younger, he accidentally made a mess of flour in the kitchen, and got yelled at by Twilight. Covered in flour, he sat there and sobbed, the flour around his eyes getting mushy.

Twilight then used her magic to clean him off, and she said, “Don’t cry. You know I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that the kitchen is a mess now. It’s going to take all day to clean it off.”

“I’m sorry!” sobbed Spike.

“I know you didn’t mean it. Now let’s get you in the bath.” Even though Twilight would sometimes get mad at him, Spike loved Twilight, and she loved him back.

But Twilight’s anger would consume her one fateful day, and her reaction would hurt Spike the days following.

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It all started one afternoon in Ponyville, where Spike and Twilight lived. Twilight was getting ready for the magic she was about to produce. Spike, like always, helped her with the spell.

“Okay, make sure you hold still.” said Twilight, with a serious tone in her voice.

“Don’t worry. I will.” said Spike, nonchalantly.

“I’m serious. The spell won’t work if you move around.”

“I won’t! I won’t!”

“Okay, now hold still for just a minute.” Twilight said, her horn starting to glow.

Spike became nervous, because all he knew about this trick was that it had to do with giving him a temporary force field-like glow.

Within seconds, the glow completely covered Spike, who was starting to sweat. He was starting to lose his balance on the stool he was standing on. He had stood on that stool so many times that it was starting to give way.

“Almost done.” said Twilight, in the type of voice you have when your teeth are clenched together.

All of a sudden, Spike felt a shock bathe his body. It didn’t hurt, but it scared him. He got so frightened that he fell from the stool to the ground.

“SPIKE!” he heard Twilight yell before they both disappeared in a white light that filled the library.

The light disappeared with the sound of an explosion, and the room finally became visible again.

Spike got up and cracked his back. He turned to see Twilight, was buried in books that had fallen from their shelves. She got up and angrily walked towards Spike.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!” she yelled.

“I, uh, um, I’m sorry.” said Spike in a raspy voice.

“SORRY WON’T HELP! I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS ROOM!”

Spike turned around and looked at the messy library. There were books laid out all over the place, shelves were knocked down, and pictures were shattered on the ground.

“I, uh-” he was cut off by Twilight’s yelling.

“WHY IS IT EVERYTIME I ASK YOU TO DO SOMETHING SO SIMPLE, IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU! WHY WHEN I EVER NEED YOU TO HELP ME WITH SOMETHING, YOU HAVE TO ACT SO USELESS!”

Spike’s eyes filled up with tears at those last words. “Useless?”

“YES USELESS!”

Tears started running down his cheeks. “WELL SORRY FOR BEING SO USELESS!” he sobbed, running up the stairs.

“YEAH! HEAD UP TO YOUR ROOM AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Twilight yelled. She took a deep breath, and started to clean up the library.

“I mean, why can’t he do anything right?” she asked herself. “I mean, I asked him to stand still. Is that too much of a challenge? There’s just some things I don’t get about that dragon.”

It wasn’t until nighttime that Twilight finished cleaning up the library. Before resting, she went upstairs to check on Spike.

“Spike?” she asked, knocking on the door. No answer.

“Spike? Come on.” No reply.

“Don’t make me break through the door, young man!” Not one word.

Using a magic spell she learned when she was a young philly, Twilight unlocked the door and burst in. The bedroom was dark and empty, except for the two beds they sleep on.

“Spike?” she asked, getting worried. “If you’re hiding from me, it’s not funny!” No reply.

She checked under the beds and in the closet. But then she noticed a piece of paper on Spike’s bed. Using her magic, she levitated the paper and read it:

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Dear Twilight,

I'm running away. If I'm useless, I guess you don't need me anymore. What's an assistant that's useless. Does that even exist? Never mind. I guess this is goodbye. I had fun. But I guess all things have to come to an end eventually.

Sincerely, Spike

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A teardrop fell on the piece of paper. It belonged to Twilight, who was was somehow confused and shocked at the same time.

But finally, it came all together. Twilight then remembered what she had said, and the tears starting flowing.

“No! NO! NOOOO!” she yelled, the piece of paper falling to the ground.

“Spike? Where are you!” she cried, leaving no stone unturned in the treehouse. She ran out the front door and, without care, yelled at the sky. “WHERE ARE YOU, SPIKE?!”

She then collapsed to the ground, crying harder than she’s ever before.

“I’m sorry, Spike.” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”