Author's Note

So a couple things.
1. this aint dead, just had to work out the kinks and original plot for this.
2. this is my series from here on now, now the commissioners for he has chosen to abandon it. I will update on my time and mine alone.
3. The work will change oddly enough because of how I wish to incorporate it to my ways so it maybe a bit confusing so just give me time.
4. No editor in time so im just winging it on a few sites.
5. Inspired by one of my favorite bands ever and title for chapter, I leave it to you to welcome Dimmu Borgir into your music lifes!!

Death's Chosen

Death Likes Me Rough

Death’s Chosen

A cold, misty haze surrounded him.

“Hello?” he called out. Silence echoed around him and he whimpered.

“Anypony there?”

“…Hello dear Spike.” A genderless voice spoke out.

Spike encountered a tall, looming figure, wearing a black cloak, that struck out more than the surrounding around him. The face was pitch black, so he couldn’t see inside the hood. Looking up, he tried to look up only to find himself levitated off the floor and up to the mysterious person’s face.

He… was afraid, yet he could not express his fear. It was as if his emotions were being suppressed. Yet, he could express his vocal expressions.

“Why am I here?

The figure tilted its head, before lowering itself to his level. Bringing its cloaked arms and palm, it brushed it against his cheek.

“You are here… my dear Spike because you have passed from the mortal plane to the next.” A cold puff of air left the hooded void. “You are dead.”

Sadness had overwhelmed him yet, he could not cry, nor could he shout out his sadness. He could only think of that of his mother and what she would think. He had died and he was only ten years old.

A small sniffle left him.

“Wh-what’s going to happen to me now?” he asked, looking up at her.

It didn’t respond right away, yet it continued to brush its black coated palm across his cheek. It then stopped before reaching up to its hood and pulling it back.

Again, his emotions suppressed now, for good reason. A skull of a dragon revealed itself. No eyes, nor flesh was on the skull A soft glow came from the back of its cloak and it traveled up to its neck to its head. Behind the glow, flesh formed followed by pale white scales that continued to run up to its head.

Spike watched in awe as the face formed, with beautiful pale scales that seemed snow white. Finally, the eyes formed along with the horns bent back and down at the tips. What he saw was a dragoness now and the eyes were light blue that carried a feminine touch to it.

It now she, gave a soft sigh and the voice matched the gender.

“Now my dear Spike… you will return to the mortal plane. You will wake up, as if you had a terrible dream, nothing more.” She once more reached up, this time, the cloaked claw was also revealed to be dragon scales too, brushed his face. “You are not ready to step into my realm yet. At least… not until you passed. You will see me many times in your life. I will always be there when your life seizes, and I will always watch your life as you grow and change.” A soft blow of cold air blew from her mouth and caressed his face with a cool gentle touch. “You have a bright future, one that will expand thousands of years and it will influence the world. Then, the day comes when you take you final breath, you will will join forever.” She paused, leaning in and brushed her cold scales against his cheek. A small tingle went through his spine and a second later, a small symbol, the size of bit appeared on his cheek.

“That is my gift to you, my love. You will not remember why you always return here, that is my penance for now, you will understand why you are to be with me.”

A small wisp of air left her over his face, causing him to fall over and his body began to vanish.

“You will die, you will live. You'll endured the trials of the world, through pain, through pleasure, agony and dismay, to bliss and valiance. You will see many die before you and move on, but you will see lifes touch your heart. I will see from here how you will be the one meant for me because I see your future.”

The last of his body disappeared back into the real world and ‘Death’ was alone.

“I see not my future, but I know… I am alone.”

Spike’s eyes opened. His green eyes came to focus, seeing that he was still in the hospital room. Though as his eyes adjusted, he saw no signs of Zecora nor anypony else. He then focused on his body, expecting to find pain or lingering ache but to his somewhat surprise, he found none.

Zecora’s antidote must’ve work, though if he was quite honest, he had no doubts on it. Especially since he fell asleep as he had the greatest climax in his life. It was a blissful way to go out. Speaking of out, he wondered if he could get out. It was no fun being in a hospital, let alone by yourself

As if to answer him, a nurse came inside. Spike blinked his eyes a bit, trying to see her from the haziness of waking up. It was a short mare, tan body with a brown mane. Her movements were almost hypnotic as she came in and closed the door. His eyes caught her pushing the button on it, locking the door.

‘Oh Celestia… here we go again.’ He thought. He pretended not to notice as she turned to him and let out a startled gasp.

“Oh, you are awake?” Good acting so far, so he worked with it. He gave her a small smile and a nod.

“Yeah, right now. Uh… where is everypony at? My mother or Zecora?”

“Your mother got called away while the shaman was taking a small break.” Quick and on the spot responses. That might explain how she got past the guards. Still, he wanted to know how far they would go on. “I’m here to make sure that you were well taken care of.” Ah, there it was. Added dialogue to reassure him, but wasn’t necessary.

Certain questions tended to let you know of their intensioDo you mind going to retrieve them? I wish to let them know that I am doing better.”

She gave a strained smile.

“Worry not, I will get them as soon as I check that everything about you is alright.

Next question.

“Alright well then, you mind telling me what time it is? It feels likes its been a couple of hours.”

She glanced towards the clock, off to the side wall. She didn’t know if he knew about it being there but this seemed to give a small hope in her eyes. They squinted, and a small smirk formed on her mouth.

“It’s only been two hours dear, though it seems that you are still somewhat out of it. Perhaps a remedy that may help you?”

And so he knew that is where the treat lied in. Though he was already poisoned before, he was not sure how much would be painful or pass through him. It was then that he smelt it. His nose might be a bit lagged due to the weakened body of his, but he could still smell it.

Acid. Something that stuck with him when Twilight had her experiments. He watched as she reached over a pitcher of water, left onto the table. He heard the gentle hiss of a container opening and the full smell of the acidic and bitterness filled the air. The nurse had yet to breathe in, so that let him know it was a strong dose. Problem was, he knew there might be something else more.

Acid was a general treat for dragons, something nopony knew of. The nurse brought over the bubbling drink and he half wondered if it would affect him in anyway.

“Ugh… why does it smell like that?” he asked, feigning a gag reflex.

“Oh, something that would quench your stomach. A bit of antacid, citric acid and sodium bicarbonate.” It was a long way of saying Alka-Seltzer. Though she not wearing a mask meant that it enclosed until it settled in his stomach. Great more, magic.

She brought it to him though not without a firm but steady hand. Mentally shrugging, he leaned in and took the cup from her. He did it, almost forgetting his act and drank the whole cup down.

The nurse grinned like a Cheshire Cat and mentally laughed at her success at the gullible drake. Still, he humored her and finished it all. He sighed, somewhat content at the bubbly, out feeling going down his throat.

He then gave her a cheeky smile.

“Thanks!”

Her grin dropped and she waited, seeing if anything would happen. Then, 30 seconds go by and she became confused.

“Uh… you okay?” She wanted to reply but then she watched as he heaved a bit, regaining her grin back. Yet, he smacked his chest with his fist. “Sorry, I need to burp real soon.

That made her angry and she immediately screamed out.
“You should have been real dead soon!” She reached for the glass and began to pour over his body. Spike flinched at the act but didn’t feel much. The droplets that fell on him, landed on his clothes and blankets where they began to eat away at the material. She watched, wide eyed as the drops of acid ate away at the sheets but left his scales unharmed.

“B-But how?!” she half questioned, half yelled.

At this point he stopped playing his act and sat up straight.

“Um, hate to tell you this but I’m a dragon. Whoever sent you to kill me, didn’t read much on dragon biology because A, we breathe fire and despite acid not being fire, it doesn’t damage our bodies. B, it’s like a strong mix of carbonated soda after you shaken it to much, with a bit of hard liquor for ponies but for dragons. C, I drink acid daily when my nerdy sister whom forgets where she leaves her ingredients around the house.” He gave a somewhat huff. “She’s lucky some of her acids could smelled before somepony or someone drinks it.”

The fake nurse was in shock and fearful at what he had to said. So much so that when she realized she had failed her mission, she would suffer for it. Spike then heaved once more, though some worry filled his voice. “Oh boy, here comes that burp. If I were you, I would stand back.”

Before she could say anything or do anything he belched . A greenish gas left his mouth and in a hazy mist, filled the surrounding area. The fake nurse inhaled, eyes going wide as she began chocking and gagging, as the acidic cloud filled her lungs. Her eyes turned bloodshot and she held onto her throat, as if the air was leaving her. She fell to the floor, chocking and gasping, trying to inhale air or cough out the gas.

“Uh… whoops?”

Ten minutes pass by with Twilight, Celestia and Zecora all bursting into Spike’s room. Yet, inside the room a trio of ponies were in gasmasks and white biohazard suits. The three of them watched as they carried a nurse maid, where she covered with a breathing mask, out of the room. She was still twitching and staring wide eyed. All three shuttered at the poor mare, despite what they told of her.

Casting a shield over them, Twilight, Celestia and Zecora pushed into the room, where Spike laid in bed with a comic in claws. The room lingered with a visible haze of leftover acidic gas in the air. Around them, some of the metallic materials had rust while a few other materials corroded.

Looking up, he gave his mother, Twilight and Zecora a smile.

“Hey mom! Hey Twi! Zecora!”

His mood seemed pretty cheery for another assassination attempt.

“Spike! You okay?”

The trio moved closer to Spike, albeit cautious.

“Yeah, I’m good. Though I kinda feel sorry for that fake nurse.”

“You… you feel sorry? For the mare that tried to kill you?” Twilight asked, trying to comprehend what he had said.

“He is still under some influence of the poison she tried to give him.” Celestia said as she worried over her son's mentality.

Spike shook his head, before giving another small burp, allowing green mist of acid to leave his mouth.
“Nah, she tried to kill me with acid, so whom ever sent her to kill me didn’t study on dragon biology. I'm just gassy from it.”

Both mares relaxed while the shaman zebra seemed a bit peeved. She wanted to see if he was well but couldn’t leave the safety of the shield. Turning a crossed looked towards Celestia, she crossed her arms.

“Spike has been nearly killed once more, what would it take for you to find the enemy core? A strain on his young mind is taking its toll, unless you hide him in some deep hole.” The words stung at Celestia and Twilight couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

“Well, its not like its Celestia’s fault,” Twilight countered. “They’ve trained at this for a year now. Who knows how far this will go?”

“Not to mention that they don’t know about enough about me to know what will work or not. I mean, they knew dragon’s bane and coolant would weaken my immune system but acid?”

The trio seemed to agree on his logic but remained fearful about the whole experience. They needed to take extra effort to ensure his safety. Despite the attack meant for both him and his mother, Celestia had demi-goddess status. Who knows if Princess Luna or Cadance or Twilight were on the list.

“Was there anything that the nurse said to you before she tired to… you know?”

Spike shook his head. “She was a good actor. Its how she got passed the guards. Though the acting couldn’t save her from the acid though.”

Something struck Zecora and she turned to Twilight.
“How were they aware of dragon’s bane? Knowledge of dangerous plants are only allowed to those who are high arcane.”

Both Twilight and Celestia went wide eyed. This caused Zecora to eye them once more with a bit of anger. “Young Twilight is a high arcane close to paragons, with one of few whom befriended dragons. Any information you have learned of dragon vulnerability, has been secured to prevent future hostility?”

Twilight rubbed her arms and her head fell.

“No… With the school that I had opened up years back, I have written about dragon biology but other races too. Changeling, Yax, seapony or hippogriff and others. I put them in books so everyone has a chance to learn about other species.”

Zecora wanted to slap the mare upside the head but withheld her anger. Years of meditation and control had prevented her from letting her emotions best of her. Inhaling deeply before releasing, she then turned to Celestia.

“May I ask, what is the plan and task? To deal with this foe, that wishes to harm the lot of you so? I cannot always be there to prevent his death, they will get close and seal his last breath. You cannot search them out, if you have Spike to worry about.”

Twilight and Celestia felt guilty at not having a full plan yet. It was true that they couldn’t keep Spike save and search for the assassins. They had to figure out a way to prevent another attempt.

“Um,” Spike broke the silence with a raised claw. “You think we can clear this room out? I don’t think the nurses want to deal with more… uh melted or rusted things with the acid air.”

Celestia lit up her horn and a small vortex formed in the middle of the room, where all the acidic mist got sucked in, removing all traces of the lingering mist. Once the room cleared and the air was breathable, the shield dropped down and the mares to their thoughts.

Celestia sighed.

“Well, first we must deal with were to send you to be safe. Then we will deal with the assassins.”

At the train station, a group of train guards waited as Spike and the others stood in the platform.

“So, the dragon lands?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure either. Twilight nodded.

“We’ve already sent word to Lord Ember, so she should be expecting you. The train will take you half way to Applelossa. From there, a chariot will deploy and take you to the edge of the dragon lands.”

“Right,” he then turned to the guards whom were waiting on him. “And they can be trusted?”

Celestia placed a hand on him. “They were hand picked by me. And,” she leaned down to him. “A few of them are changelings. Sent from King Thorax, so they can sense any hostile intentions towards you. Stay close by any of them and it might even help root out who I can and cannot trust?”

“Using your son for bait, how much more agony must he endure until its to late?” The zebra shaman growled. Once more, Celestia felt struck as if hit but she didn’t fight it. “I am only doing… what may be done to prevent anymore harm.”

Zecora snorted before turning to Spike. She then reached into one of her bags before pulling out a vial with a swirling green mist inside. “If you feel once more in harm’s way, throw this at your foe to keep them at bay. Immune you are to this repellant, should ponies be around, it would make them feel unpleasant.”

He took the vial, looking at it once before nodding.

“Thanks Zecora, I’ll keep it close.” She smiled and leaned him to give him a hug. Once more her giant bossoms crushed his face but he gave a sight at feeling them in his face. As she pulled away, he heard one of the guards saying, ‘lucky bastard.’ He gave an inward cheeky grin.

Celestia than dropped to his size before grabbing him in a tightening hug, something he was used to. “I failed you before,” she said softly, almost sniffing in sadness. “I’ll try not to fail you again.” He wrapped his arms around her.

“You didn’t fail me,” he reassured her. “You can’t be everywhere. You are not a god, you are a mother.”

“A mother whom…”

“Did her best.” He pulled away, giving her a big smile. “Something most never get.” He then gave her a quick kiss to her muzzle and that brought a smile to her. Turning towards Twilight, she gave him a small, sad smile.

“We will get to the bottom of this. Then you can return home and never have to worry about this ever again.”

“Sounds good, I’m getting tired of dying.” The words slipped out but Twilight seemed to understand.

“Yeah, I can only imagine.”

‘No you can’t, big sister.’ He thought.

With a quick hug, Spike separated and made his way towards the train.

“Bye Spike! Have fun with Ember!”
Now there was a thought. Having fun could mean all sorts of things. And only a few were actually more fun. With a smile, he gave a way as he boarded the train.

“Bye girls! Stay safe! Catch the bastards whom ever they are!”

He watched them wave back with the group of pony soldiers following through into the cart. Seeing the last of his family, he moved his way inside where the soldiers followed and the doors shut. Soon after, the train whistle was wrung , followed by the screeching of the wheels as they progressed onto the train tracks. With the train in motion and his destination set, he was making his way towards the dragon lands.

Unlike his first couple of trips to the dragon lands, he would arrive there in hours, rather than the day or so it would take to travel there on foot. The train traveled through the iron rails with the savannahs and the desert making their speedy passes.

The whole time yet, he was in a separate car where he only had access to and with a guards in front, only he could get in and out. Turns out, they were the changelings. With his close relations with Thorax, the King of the Changelings had sent his best two guards to protect Spike(having a few changelings already working for the palace guards, he was aware of the situation) and making sure he arrived there.

Though bored, he knew that interacting or trying to have some amount of vulnerability towards the guards, could spell disaster. As such, left to his own devices for the hours.

Until the final hour, was there a knock on his door.

“Prince Spike! We are arriving at the departure and ready to leave.”

“Great, was starting to get bored back here!” he joked. “You guys have been quiet so I had to entertain myself by myself!” A dirty joke here would let him know that the guards had some humor. A few chuckles echoed the cabin and soon the guards began to get ready.

As he was getting ready… Then here were shouts, as guards began yelling at one another. Then and explosion.

Spike was launched back into his personal cart as the explosion took place. Landing towards the back end, he hit with a heavy thud, and a painful grunt as he landed at the edge of crate before slumping onto the floor. He knew something had broken and he hoped that it wasn’t his head. Groaning in pain, he tried to sit up, only to fail. His eyes in their hazy state, with ringing ears, saw the train cart on fire, and separated from the main train.

He painfully tried to stand but whatever caused his injury, it prevented him from using his whole body. Most likely a spine muscle had been damaged or a muscle torn. Either way, he was not going anywhere which worked for three ponies, dressed in black silk ninja looking clothing had entered the cart. Well… he was screwed now. He couldn’t reach for the potion Zecora had just freckin given him, so yeah, screwed.

One of them, the closest one, held out a handed weapon, pointed at him. Staring at the barrel, he half wondered if it would reflect or at least damage him severally.

“No, not here!” One of the masked ponies yelled. “The boss wants him alive so he could do it himself! Take him out and lets go!”

The pony that held the gun turned the barrel around and with the blunt end of the handle, smacked Spike on the temple and knocked him out.

He regained focus and consciousness, as distant voices and echoes of laughter scattered all around his head. From all that, a dull throbbing pain burned throughout his body. A nasty headache vibrated in his head, to his spine that ran down his tail, to his arms stretched and… he had no control at his claw tips.

His haze clearing a bit more, he raised his eyes to see himself in a cave or bunker somewhere, with a single light hanging from the ceiling. He looked at himself and saw large pikes imbedded into the wall, with his arms held by said pikes… and buried into his wrists where crimson red blood dripped from them.

A look down had him staring at his legs, that they were also nailed to the wall and spread. Off to his side, his tail held with metal chains with metal pikes surrounding it. All in all, he looked like shit. And he felt like this was just the beginning.

He knew it would be useless to call for help. His guards were either dead or part of the group that kidnapped him.

“Loyal my ass, mother.” He said out loud.

“Indeed, your mother has such easy trust issues that many of us loved to exploit them.” A heavy male voice echoed.

From the darkened corner of the area, a pony was waiting by. Despite his painful state, Spike still had enough sense in him to groan.

“Oh gods. Please tell me you’re not going to do the villain shtick and slowly reveal yourself to be some… foe or enemy I faced in the past and is finally seeking vengeance. Come on mare, at least give it flair!”

The pony seemed to hesitate and a growl left them. Slowly and surely, he moved out of the shadows to reveal himself to Spike. Spike looked at said pony, still somewhat out of it but held a face that didn’t show surprised, instead he looked at the pony and gave a small nod.

“No yeah, that actually makes sense.” Spike made it clear that he was not surprised.

Chancellor Neighsay growled once more but he approached to the hanging dragon. A thick red cloak surrounding his tall form and he somewhat towered over the dragon, if he was at level.

“You will stay quiet dragon! I have you in…!”

“In your grasp… yada yada… and you captured me to get revenege… yada yada… against me or Twilight for getting you getting kicked out of the board of my mother’s school.” Spike openly and sarcastically mocked at him, despite the pain that inhabited his body.

Growling with anger, Neighsay lit up his horn and large nails imbedded in him began glowing, where they began to pull away from his body. A painful scream left Spike at they stretched across his body. He could feel blood began to pour out of his body and muscles begin to tear at him. The chain around his tail began to crush, breaking scales and beginning to penetrate the outer layer.

Neighsay didn’t hold back against the pain, grinning as Spike struggled in pain that wracked his body. After a full minute of enjoying his screams, he let his magic stop and Spike slumped against the walls. Blood ran down his body and the walls, creating a small but growing, puddle of red upon the floor.

A soft sob left his mouth and Neighsay took it all in with glee. He then used his magic to lift the head of the fallen drake to meet his eyes. Spike’s eyes saw that dark look of the unicorn, seeing nothing but pure hatred and evil in his eyes.

“You will not speak again, lizard! As I have said, you are in my grasp! I will torture you, make your life a living Tarturas and make it so that your last moments spent in agony! Because of you and that false mistake of an alicorn that you live with, I have lost everything! I was humiliated and expelled! All because you wanted to create schools for lesser beings that are not intelligent enough to function properly.”

Despite the agony that filled his body, Spike looked at him , struggling weakly but still managing to speak in a raspy voice.

“Wow, you are a racist pony! No wonder you had no friends. Anyone not a pony or a unicorn, was probably a nuisance to you. We did good then.”

Lighting up his horn once more, he growled and held onto the face of Spike as he screamed in agony at the nails pulling at him. This time, Neighsay yelled at him as he tore at Spike.

“All who are not unicorns are nuisances! Everything below at unicorn, even other ponies are the dirt we stand on! We have magic! We have power! We have control! No other races surpasses our levels! Once we get rid of you, your mother will have no choice but to step down from her ruling. Then, we will over throw her, her demon sister, the pink princess and the false alicorn and we will regain what was ours! A pure unicorn paradise!”

He continued to pull or push at Spike’s ligaments, enjoying the screams of the dragon. Blood continue to pour out of him, increasing the size of the puddle and Spike falling into a worse state.

His mouth ran dry, his heart was beating in his chest, which only served to pour more blood out his body. His voice was rasp and almost gone. The haze filled his vision and mind continued to grow to the point where he was fading in and out of consciousness.

Neighsay stopped, leaving Spike to slump over more with his dead weight pulling on the nails. The unicorn sneered over the fallen drake. He then used his magic to reach into his cloak and pulled out a pure silver dagger. Grabbing it with his hand, he placed the blade on Spike’s neck.

“I will cut your throat open, leave you here where I will send the location to your mother! She will weep and break as she sees your body hanging like a lab rat! I will make sure she knows that where you stand in this world. Nothing more than a lizard raised as a house pet that should have died when they found your egg!”

Spike’s vision faded in and out, his voice still raspy and dry. With a lick of his muzzle, he looked up at Neighsay.

“Revealing your plan to your enemy? How clique. First off, you never do that! Typical lesson 101 you dolt. Second, off if you send the location to mom, she will find you too, moron. Lastly, how did you know they found my egg?”

Despite the insult, Neighsay spoke in a dark manner.

“Regardless of what I tell you, you will die here and now without anyone hearing about it. Your mother will learn of the location long after we have moved on, with your corpse cold and lifeless when she arrives. As for your egg,” he sneered and scoffed. “Something that shouldn’t have been touched! Regardless, you will die knowing that you were as worthless as your parents when they abandoned you!”

He then pushed the blade close to his neck where the edge met his scaless.

“Any last words reptile?”

Spike gave him a soft, defiant smile.

“Yeah, pure silver aint shit on dragon scales.”

Nieghsay paused at that and with a growl, he leaned in.

“We’ll see when I cut upon your throat!”

With that, he pushed hard against the throat on Spike and began to slowly slice against it. But, no blood or pain ran out of his neck. To Neighsay, it was like he was sliding his blade against a rock. He looked down at his blade, to see that Spike’s scales at caused it to become warn. The drake continued his smile against him.
“Told you. After I broke my neck landing on a rock, I kinda grew thicker scales there.”

Neighsay growled.

“You broke your neck and lived? Impossible!”

Spike cocked a lazy brow.

“Right. That is why I also survived your dragon’s bane and coolant? Your spy’s acid attempt?”
Neighsay realized that he had indeed survived many attempts on assassinations. In his arrogance to try and get revenge against the dragon, he learned from small resources on the false alicorn’s notes on other species. He cared not for them, which is why he failed to properly study on how to kill them.

Growling out loud, he then held the knife and reared it back.

“Then perhaps a stab to your heart would do!”

With the force of all his might, he brought down the knife directly where Spike’s heart was in his chest. But, the tip of the knife bounced off his chest, like if it were rock and caused the knife to break in half, where it bounced on the floor.

Spike grunted at the impact but felt not pain from it.

“Yeah,” he rasped in a cocky attitude. “My chest plates grew stronger after getting trampled by group of Yaks on Maredi-gra! Tarturas of a party!”

Neightsay yelled in anger and began to wildly stab in random stops on Spike’s body. From his neck, to his chest, around his rip and lower abdomen. Meanwhile Spike felt the need to allow the pony to try his best, all the while giving him reasons why he gained extra layers of protection on his body. The amount of times he has nearly died, to events where he gained stronger, flexible armor around his body. His wrists and lower ankles were probably the last ones that remained which is why Neighsay found it easier to penetrate them.

Neighsay finally stopped when the knife had dulled and damaged so much, he tried once more against Spike’s heart that the remaining silver broke from the handle. Neighsay stood there panting but filled with absolute rage and anger that Spike had ever seen on a pony. He wondered if he would die out from bloodless first before the mad unicorn would find a proper way to kill him.

Spike wished he could say a snarky remark at him but with the amount of blood he was losing, he knew it would be soon before he would die from the drain.

Taking in a deep breath, he grabbed Spike’s head with his magic and gave him a deathly glare.

“Fine! Your body make protect you for now, but I still have you on the walls! I will let the blood drain from your body and you will die a slow death! But I will spend my lasting efforts to make your last few minutes unbearable that you will beg me for death! I wil…”

A large boom shook the area around them, causing pieces of ceiling to fall near them. Not to long after that one, came another boom where this time, the light shook and more ceiling fell over them.

“What in blazes is going on!” he roared.

One of the ponies that worked for him, came in running with frightened eyes.

“Sir! Dragons have found us and are looking for their own here! They found us!”
Growling, he looked at the pitiful servant.

“And how did they find us!? I teleported us to a remote location!” Another boom caused the area to shake once more. Neighsay created a small personal shield over himself. “They should have no way of knowing where we are!”

The pony servant shook his head.

“We think that maybe one of the ponies that were guarding him may have tracked us and alerted them or they may have tracker dragons.”

Spike shakenly raised his head. “D-Dragons have a-a good sense of smell.” He said weekly. Both ponies turned to him. He gave a painful grin. “W-we could smell b-blood miles away. E-Especially if its one of o-our own. And since I-I am the dragon lord’s favorite dragon…” he chuckled. “S-She’ll be coming here with an army.” With that, his strength left him, and he slumped once more.

Neighsay smacked the dragon with his magic but Spike remained unresponsive. He snorted before turning to the pony. “Secure your routes and prepare to leave. Burn anything that ties us anything. If any of your ponies captured, leave them! I have no need for stragglers and ponies revealing my plans! The dragons could enjoy their meals from those useless dirt ponies.” Turning to Spike, he gave him a quick scoff. “He’ll be dead before they reach him, so leave him be. My work here is done. Hurry up now and move on with or without those stupid ponies.”

The other pony looked offended but didn’t comment. Without another word, Neighsay created a portal spell and made his way through before it collapsed behind him. The pony then left, leaving Spike alone in the room as the hysteria continued on.

The room continued to shake around him and the distant screams of ponies getting caught or killed by dragons echoed all around him. His mind was fading and he felt so numb now. He could feel that his blood had created a lubricant that was making his arms and legs fall through the pikes. He felt his body continuing to slump forward until at last, his legs and arms fell through the pikes and making him land on the floor. His tail was the only thing that still remained bound.

He felt his chest rising and falling , his breath coming in short, heavy rasps and his body beginning to shut down. It was black for a moment, but next thing he knew, his body was being lifted. His vision faded in and out, he heard screams of anger and sadness, sounding like a female. He recognized it well enough through the haze to know it was Ember.

They found him. They found him and were rescuing him, but they were too late.

“Spike! Spike! SPIKE!!!”