The Dragon Web Warrior

Who am I? You sure you wanna know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale, if somebody told you I was just your average, ordinary dragon, not a care in the world...

...somebody lied.

Mine is a tale of pain and sorrow, longing and heartache, anger and betrayal. And that just covers the high school years.

But let me assure you-- this, like any story worth telling, is all about a mare.

A bus filled with high school students was driving trough the streets of Manehattan. On one of the seats, sat a young unicorn mare with a white coat, a fancily curled purple mane, a matching tail, blue eyes and three diamonds as her cutie mark. She seemed to have a sad expression on her face.

That mare. Rarity. Rares, for her friends. The mare I've loved since before I even liked them.

Next to her was sitting a young unicorn stallion with a white coat, a blonde mane and a cutie mark of what seemed to be a compass. It looked like he was trying to comfort her, but it seemed not to be helping.

I'd like to tell you that's me next to her.

In the seat in front of them, was a young pegasus stallion with a dark gray coat and a short, white mane. Nobody sat next to him, but he seemed to be alright.

Or even that.

In the seat in front of him, a rather fat looking pegasus stallion was eating messily a jelly doughnut.

Heck, I'd even take him.

On the walkway next to the road, a young male dragon with purple scales, green spines and green eyes was chasing the bus, while some ponies inside the bus where laughing at him.

Rarity couldn't take it anymore. She hurried to the front of the bus, and shouted to the driver over the laughter.

"Stop the bus?! He's been chasing us since Woodhooven Boulevard!"

The bus slows down, as the dragon climbs onto it.

"Thanks... sorry... sorry... thanks...", the dragon says, nearly breathless.

The dragon spotted an empty seat next to some young pegasus mare, but she lifted her books to the seat, occupying the seat.

"Don't even think about it"

He moved on. As he made his way down the aisle, Rarity returned next to the unicorn stallion, this time on the seat next to the window. While she was not looking, he slided his hoof out in the front of the dragon's. He tripped and fell to the isle with his face down. Ponies kept laughing.

Rarity gave the unicorn stallion a rather angry look, as if she was asking "Why did you do that?" with her eyes.

On the floor, the dragon raised his face, looking at Rarity and the unicorn stallion. The stallion was grinning, as Rarity was looking at the dragon with pity.

That's me. My name is Spike.