Mlp: Rise of Tiamat

Chapter 8 Spike's Training

“AND WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SHE WAS SET FREE!” Yelled a very pissed off blue scaled dragon. He was lounging on the beach sipping a cold beverage out of coconut through a straw and mini umbrella. He also wore a purple and green Hawaiian shirt. Like Tiamat, his hair reached towards his back. This was Bahamut, Tiamat older twin, and god of the noble dragons, and currently retired laying on his own beachfront home.

“For starters, I thought you had a spell to warn you about her return, and two you are a very hard dragon to find.” Seer said folding his arms. It was a couple of days(seven to be exact) off-world but the golden nine-tailed fox had finally found the retried dragon and told everything about what has happened in Equis

“I like to relax, and aren’t you the all-knowing fox, and student of Puff? Why didn’t you seal her away yourself?” Asked the dragconic deity.

“I would if she didn’t know perfectus aperuit uestiende. Anyway we need you back on Equis. ”

Bahamut sighed and looked up at the sky. “As much as I want to, I can’t help. I’m retired and Father forbid us to fight each other after we retire.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it Bahamut!” The fox roared causing a tiny earthquake. “You forget she works for The Other One and his company, the same asshole who wiped out worlds because several mortals were dumb enough to summon him directly all for power.”

“Even still, my contract forbids me to interfere with mortal affairs, unless they were summoned by The Other One’s employee. And from what you told me A mortal completed the raitul to release her with no demonic influenced.” Bahamut with regret in his voice. While he does want to stop his sister. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“And what’s the contract?” Seer asked with the blue dragon snapping his claws, making a parchment appear before the fox. Once Seer started to read the parchment, he started to understand why Bahamut can't do anything about what’s going on with Tiamat. “I know that Mr. Boss and The Other One are twins, but even I’m calling bs on that one.”

“Balance of the universe, you of all deities would know this, you are one of the avatars of fate.” The dragon said laying back on his beach chair.

“True. Still we need your help. ” Seer said with poofing the contract away. “It most likely she reunited with her child. And training him as we speak.”

“Wait she and Abzu?” The dragon asked in shock.

“Fuck each other and lay an egg. Why yes. And the reason why mom didn’t tell you. Well, she thought you would destroy it out of spite. And that the ponies would raise him to be a noble dragon.” Seer said with a shrug.

“I would never kill my nephew/niece. And why ponies?”

“Nephew and because those assholes White Cluster and her husband Dark Nebula fond her horde and stole it along with the egg she hid. I didn’t find out after destroying them myself.” Seer says remembering the problems he went through for his foxes to recover after the devastation those two had to bring.

“Wish I can help you but I can’t. Seer began to sulk a little bit after hearing this. “Just remember you have the Elements of Harmony, and if all else fails, you and your brother and sister have the stones of infinity.”

“Yes, I’m trying not to use them.” He said walking back over to the beach house. “And I pray that your sister doesn't know we have them.”

Spike skittle on the dirt ground beneath his feet. His arms covering his face as dragons begin to rain down from the trees. Throwing flurry of punches and kicks at the purple and green drake only for them to hit nothing but a lime green energy shield. This energy shield was made from Spike’s own magic. He managed to learn it by accident at first. But after his mother taught him how to use the spell, it's practically become second nature to him.

Vutha was standing there, leaning against a tree, and watch as her son expand the magic bubble pushing the dragons away. “He has come such a long way in just a short amount of time. Soon he will be as strong as his father.” Vutha said with pride in her voice, seeing her son become even stronger. She claps her hands. “Alright alright, that’s enough for today.” She said standing straight as the land began to transform, reverting back to the white void. The dragons got up and walked back to the bathroom, to get clean.

As the dragons went to clean themselves off, Vutha approached Spike with a smile on her face.

“It has only been a couple of months and you are already as strong as an adult dragon twice your age.” Vutha places her hand on top of her son's head, rubbing it

“Do you really mean it, mom? Wait. . .a couple of months?!” Spike said within surprise.

“But of course. As long as you keep training, you will be able to surpass him. And yes we’ve been here for a few months.” Spike's eyes widen upon hearing this.

“What about those I consider friends?”

“Relax kid. . .time here moves a lot faster than Equis.” The black dragoness explains. “A day out there is a year here. So it has only been a couple of minutes.”

Hearing that made Spike breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you mother, I was just worried that those that I consider friends weren’t going to see me for a long time.” Spike said with a calm voice. The drake then walks back to the area alongside the black dragoness.

Spike had spent the second year of his training honing his body. For one month straight he would be beaten to a pulp by not only his mother but several other dragons. He would end up with several bruises, bumps, and the occasional black eye. Due to his harsh training, his muscles were put at their limit. However, this indeed serves a purpose. Each punch, each kick, every single hard blow to the organs, and each tasked like carrying water or doing the choices with no break in between were meant to harden his mind and body.

He was also taught a martial art that his mother and several other races knew.

Southern Dragon Kung Fu.

This is a Shaolin monk boxing-style martial art. It was taught to Tiamat by a Shaolin monk that unknowingly worshipped her. During that time Tiamat has separated herself into five dragons and scatter across the world learning fighting styles, mystic arts, politics, etc.

The southern dragon stylist relies on a variety of fighting techniques that can be employed for a wide range of needs. The style uses techniques that can cripple or kill an opponent if the need arises or it can be used simply to control a minor street fighting situation.

Lung Ying (Dragon form) focuses mainly on powerful, short-range attacks, as is common among southern Marese styles of kung fu. Gripping techniques and extensive use of forearms typify the art. The style was created as an aggressive combat art and operates under the basic assumption that you are trying to either disable your opponent to the point that they are no longer a threat in battle or kill them, though these are not by any means the only options a Lung Ying practitioner has.

As such Lung Ying employs a large number of techniques to damage the opponent's joints either through joint manipulation or direct striking; nullify the opponent's defenses either through breaking their stance or compromising their guard and thus their ability to defend; and others. Like most southern style kung fu, it has limited kicks and jumps and consisted mainly of the fist, palm, and in the dragon’s cases clawing techniques. The power generated from the waist using soft hard jin (see neijin and waijin).

Vutha had converted the living area and the endless white void into a mountain temple with an endless forest at the bottom of the mountain. This was to make it feel more like the training Vutha went through during her time when she roamed Equis.

The black dragoness who wore a white gi with a black belt around her waist, her hair tied up in a ponytail. Was just standing there, holding a plate of cooked ham, glazed with honey, and several gem dust on the meat in one claw. Her other was on her hips. Spike who wore the same thing only black with a white belt was currently face first on the ground with his butt in the air. “No dinner for you. . .that is if you can land a single punch or take this plate.” The black dragoness said with a smile.

Spike was tired. Really tired. Over the month the purple and green dragon mopped the floors with a single cloth every single day, clean the living room, and bathroom, bedrooms, carry several buckets of water up and down a set of stairs that starts from a river located in the forest and ended at the top of the mountain. Spike was forbidden to use his wings during the duration of the climb. If Spike used his wings for whatever reason, then he’ll be punished. He did use his wings, to cheat the climb, but Vutha knew this and was disappointed. If it was any other dragon under her training she would rip off their wings, or put several holes in the leather parts making it impossible to fly back up, instead, she places a spell on him preventing Spike to use his wings, as long this temple remains or when he finishes his training.

Spike also made a mental note to apologize to Scootaloo, Smolder, and Gallus for thinking Kung fu Pony training was just nonsense.

Now he’s going to be starving and in a lot of pain. But the purple drake wasn’t going to give up. Getting up, the dragon took his stance, extending his claws. He lunges forward with a punch to the Black dragonessess stomach. But just as she was about to defend herself from the attack. Spike changed his attack at the last second. Instead of punching her stomach, he spun around and kicked the food out of her hand with his right leg, sending the plate flying. Spike then leaped into the air and catch the plate. When he landed, Spike anticipated where the food would land, and move the plate to where the meat would land, catching it.

“Very good my son. . .but.” Without him knowing the purple drake was swept off his feet landing on his back, and with a quick motion, Vutha catches the plate with the cooked ham. “You still have a lot to learn.” She then places the plate down and walked off. Spike just stayed put quietly and begin to eat the ham.

Spike began his training on flying maneuverability by learning aerial techniques from the dragons whom was good at flying. Since Ulhar who was the best flyer out of the five heads wasn’t here. They just had to make do with what they have which was only a few who know how to fight in the air.

It wasn’t easy but Spike managed to learn aerial techniques. Thanks to what Smolder taught him, and him watching Rainbow Dash in Wonderbolt shows when she remembers to invite the drake. He was able to learn the ariel techniques a little easier than others.

Right now Spike was in a sky flying against the cold wind. The wind was blowing at a hundred miles per hour, making it even harder to fly at such speeds.

The black dragoness was currently watching her son flying in the harsh conditions for over an hour. At first, he hit the side of the mountain, trees, and in one case a wall where two dragons were getting interment which was embarrassing for both parties. Ulhar, however, was surprised that he was able to last this long against the powerful wind.

“Spike my son, you still surprise me with your strength and will power. No matter how many times you fall, you still get back up without any delay. It makes my black heart happy to know that you have surpassed my expectations on what you are capable of.” Vutha said as she watches her son continue to train.

At first, Spike kept falling down to the ground, rocks, and walls of the mountain from the heavy winds. But after some time he managed to stay flying. At first, it was only a few minutes. Then it was twenty minutes, then forty-five minutes to a whole hour.

Now after so many attempts and fails, he has been flying for over an hour. While he may be feeling fatigued from the constant flying. No other dragon has managed to make it this far in just a few days. Normally it would take a few weeks or a couple of months for a regular dragon. But Vutha reminds herself that Spike isn’t just any ordinary dragon.

While Spike may not have all of their skills. He does have their determination to keep pressing forward and learning from his mistakes. After all, only the truly greatest warriors learn from their failures, only they know that failing it shows that you can keep improving yourself.

“I don’t think Lord Spike can stay in the air for much longer milady. The winds are growing stronger!” Yelled Garble who had recovered from the blow Spike gave him a few years(hours) back. In fact, he was happy that he would be able to have sex again.
“I know. But you should also know that my son is stronger than he looks. He will pass the test. He just needs to keep flying for ten more minutes. That’s all.” Vutha said without taking her eyes off of Spike.

While some of the dragons thought that Vutha was overestimating Spike, they didn’t question her. Some saw that Spike began to waver in strength. This made them think that Spike wouldn’t make it.

But they were wrong. Even though Spike’s physical strength began to fade. His fighting spirit didn’t waver. The purple and green dragon managed to push himself despite his body hurting from the pain. Allowing him to pass the test.

Once Spike was done the black dragoness dispersed the wind, As the wind died down, the purple and green dragon glide down to the ground and sat down on the cold floor below, his wings aching in pain. He then lay back, and let sleep took over.

Vutha approached her sleeping son and looked down at him with a smile.

“I knew that you could do it, my child.”

Twilight was walking around her castle library, worrying. Not only Rainbow Dash was missing, but Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were missing as well. “This isn’t going well for us. With so many of us disappearing. I feel like we're being picked off one by one.” Twilight began to pace around the room, she kept thinking about what she should do next, as of right now all she can do is wait until Celestia and Luna get back to her about the information that she gave them. Until that happened she was not sure what to do next. But just as she was about to give up, a letter appeared in front of her.

“Oh thank Celestia! The princesses got back to me already.” Twilight said in a relieved tone.

Once Twilight opened up the letter she began to read it.

My dearest Twilight.

From the information that you have given us you must come to my castle with the rest of the elements. Once you are here we will be able to discuss what needs to be done next.

Your former teacher Princess Celestia.

When Twilight was done reading, she left her castle so she can get the rest of her friends and go see the princesses.

Celestia along with her sister Luna was in a room with a table and a map of Equestria, its cities, towns, and hidden areas. With her were Luna, Blueblood, and a white stallion unicorn with a blue mane with light blue hues. He wore a purple knight armor with golden tints. He stood about the same size as Blueblood who was at a good five feet eleven inches, only an inch shorter. He was currently looking over at any info attending to dragons, mostly on Spike. Twilight's older brother Prince Shining Armor. The lavender princess had come alone due to the fact the rest of her friends were still searching for their missing friends and family. The only one that came with her was Rarity.

“This isn’t good if we tell anybody about Spike’s mother. Then it could cause a catastrophe that we can not afford.” Celestia said with her hand under her chin.

“We’ll find him, Princess, you can count on me and my troops.” Said the guard captain.

“That would be the case if ponies knew more about dragons.” Blueblood spoke, looking at the files on Spike. “But giving the case, this is a real problem, not only for Equestria but Equis as a whole.”

Luna looked at Spike’s file. “This will be the end of us all. Unless we find some way to get Spike back. But how? Discord is off-world, and Emperor Seer is busy dealing with this Tiamat issue as well. And from what you told me it’s for the best.” Luna finished.

“It for the best?” Asked a confused Shining Armor.

“Apparently those with Io’s blood can rule not only the dragon kind but any creature from the dragonic family if they hold the Bloodstone scepter.” Blueblood relay this information to his friend. “And Tiamat is the daughter of this father of all dragons.” After he said that the big picture went through everyone’s mind.

“Ok, this has become a top priority mission. Spike must be found and brought back to us no matter the cost. If he has indeed joined Tiamat, then” Celestia pause remember all the times she and Spike spend together, which was rare. A small tear form in the corner of her eye. “we will have no choice but to seal him away.” Celestia declared to everyone. When the solar princess gave her declaration everyone but the three princesses left the room.

Once they were alone Celestia looked at Twilight with a serious face. “At first we wanted Spike so he could be used for experimentation on spells, enchantments, and other such things in case of Team Harmony falls. But now we need him back more than ever.”

“Once Spike is returned to us. We will have to brainwash him so that his only goal is to become the Dragonlord and use the dragons for our experiments. With them under our heel, we will be unbeatable.” Luna said after her sister was done speaking.

“I understand. But I don’t know where he could be. Not even the current dragonlord Ember was able to find him. I fear that all we can do is wait for him to come to us.” Twilight said with worry in her voice.

The other princesses sighed as well.

“So let me get this straight. . .you want me to live in the harsh frozen wild for an entire year?” Spike asked the black, and white dragonesses who nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you in case you get lost.” Aussir said holding her claws behind her back. She came into the void chamber to help Vutha with Spike’s training, which also means for him taking one of the trials.The Cruelness of Aussir, where he as well as 12 other dragons(six males, six females) must survive in a frozen forest wasteland below the mountain temple for one year without help. Tiamat knows he won’t die, but the food will be very tricky to catch, as well as other predators roaming about.

With everything that Spike has been through already, she knows he will survive.

“Alright. Let's do this.”

“Hold on, child.” Aussir places her claw on her son’s shoulder. “This test is to see how affected your leadership skills are. I’ll give you 12 dragons. . .your job it to keep all 12 or more alive by the end of the year.”

“More?” Spike asked with a raised brow.

“During the time, you and the six dragoness will go into heat, and would most likely lay eggs. If they hatch then you will have to help take care of the young if they hatch at all.”

Spike just sighed. “ But I don’t think that having children in an arctic wasteland is a good idea.”

Aussir laughed at what Spike said “Oh don’t be a party pooper my son. You’ll do fine And I’m pretty sure the hatchlings will be fine.”

Spike just decided to go with it and followed his mother to where the other dragons are.

During the first few months, it was torture. The dragons were cold, food was nearly nonexistent, some nearly die from the exposure of the elements. With no cave in sight, Spike used his powers to create a tunnel underground and expanded space for all dragons could sleep. Sure it was cold, but it helps keep the rest of the dragons away from the elements outside. Once the dragons were settled, Spike told them to stay in the cave, and he’ll go out and look for food, and wood for the fire.

While he was out it was up to the other dragons to make sure that no other predator ever got into the cave. It wasn’t always easy. There were many different kinds of creatures that appeared there. But they managed to make do. After a couple of minutes, Spike returned with several tree logs, set one of them on fire, where he gathered the rest of the dragons to come and stay warm.

As the days turned into weeks, things became harsher. Spike, with a couple of males, went out to look for food, but it wasn’t easy. It normally takes them a couple of hours just finding a single snow rabbit. There were however lucky to face some of the animals looking for food themselves. The dragon’s fought against many predators, with some injured. Spike knew how to treat the minor cuts the dragons had gotten, but he couldn’t heal them with magic since he didn’t know any healing spells. It was still good enough to keep them alive.

“Alright. We have enough meat for everyone for a little while. After we’re done, we're looking for a new area.” Spike knew they couldn’t stay there for much longer. Food was moving and as a result, so most they. Packing their things the dragons left the little tunnel and venture out into the frozen wilderness.

After a few hours of traveling Spike and his group was able to find a new area. The new area that they found is under the base of a large mountain. Here they would be able to find a lot of different types of animals that they could use as food. But that’s not all. Thanks to a pink dragoness that was in Spike’s group fashion clothes to keep them warm during the upcoming winter

The pink dragoness made sure that everyone had warm clothes if they want to venture outside.

What so few creatures understand, or rather fail to grasp. Is that every type of dragons have different types of mentalities that make them well suited for certain jobs. Pink dragons, for example, are breed to protectors of dragons, and creatures that are weaker or too unprepared for the harsh environment.

Now that they have warm clothing the dragons don’t have to worry so much about the cold.

Spike assigned jobs to the group. For starters, Spike made sure that those who had the most experience hunting go with him to bring back the food. Which consist of three dragons, one female, and two males. The foragers were tasked to find firewood and scout out areas, and let the others know where herds of animals are at. And if their able too, catch them. This consisted of four male dragons. Those who could make clothes were to take the hides, that Spike and the hunters brought back into different types of clothing and any gear that they need. This consisted of mostly all the dragonesses save for one. As for the last who were the best at cooking. They would make sure that the meat was properly cooked and prepared for everyone. By the end of the month, each dragon had a task.

It wasn't easy at first for Spike and his group. But as time went on, and they learned to work together. They learned how to work as a team. If an argument broke out between any of them, Spike told them that they should fight it out with their fists. The winner would be right, it was as simple as that.

A year past. Many things happen, with everyone in the group save for Spike forming a couple, and laying a few eggs, which made it a bit harder, but Spike managed. Thanks to the purple drake’s help and leadership he was able to keep all of the eggs safe, as well as every other dragon and dragoness that was in his group.

Once the trial was over, his mother had a huge smile on her face. She was happy because her son was able to keep everyone in his party alive, as well as several eggs that were laid by the dragonesses that were in the group. “Now my son. . .kill them.” Aussir smirked. Spike gasped at what his mother just said to him.

“What?! Why?!” Spike yelled not knowing why he should do such a thing.

“This is part of the ritual.”

Spike looked at the dragons, dragonessess, and the eggs that were laid by the new mothers. He knew that he had to listen to his mother. But Spike decided that this was a time to take a stand.

Spike looked at his mother with courage in his eyes.“No.” That one word that Spike said to Aussir his own mother caused everything in the void to stand still. Even the wind itself had stopped at Spike saying something to Aussir with no fear.

“No? Even if you are my son, this is a trial that I created.” Aussir said as she looked right into her son’s eyes. But as she looked it to Spike’s eyes his eyes began to glow green.

As Spike’s eyes began to glow brighter. A cage made out of his green flames surrounds the white dragoness.

Once the flames surrounded Aussir he walked up to her and looked her right in the eyes again.

“I. Said. NO!” Once he said that last part again the very void itself began to shake not from the volume of Spike’s voice. From from the sheer strength and conviction that his voice held. Aussir simply wanted to slap her own son aside to kill the other dragons so the trial could end.

Before she did such a thing, Aussir saw something in Spike’s eyes that made her freeze in her tracks. Aussir saw the Abzu in Spike’s eyes. She saw that her own husband’s conviction to protect other dragons and dragonesses as well as their young was in her son’s eyes.

Seeing this made her stop in her tracks. For seeing the same conviction that the dragon she loved in the eyes of her son. Caused her to rethink what she was about to do. Now that she knows that Spike has such conviction to protect others. Even if he doesn’t know it yet, he has a lot of his father inside him. “Very well Spike. I’ll let it pass...this time. Remember you are a dark god. . .you’re meant to be heartless ruthless, and cold. And next time I will encase you in ice and make you watch as I slaughter your friends.” The white dragoness turned and walked away.

Spike’s eyes stopped glowing allowing the trees to disappear into the ground. He then began to walk away. But as he started to walk away, he heard a noise. He turned around fast enough to see what it was. An Ice dagger stabbed him right through his chest. He looked at his chest and saw the dagger.

But he did not die.

Spike took the dagger out of his wound and it healed right away.

Spike looked up and saw that it was Aussir that threw the dagger. They looked at each other in the eyes and didn’t move.

“Remember Spike, you are a dark god. We can still die but only to other gods. Just remember that.” Aussir said as she walked away and went to rest. While Spike simply just stood there making sure his mother didn’t do anything to hurt the dragons while she left the room.

Spike was standing beside the river bank. Beside him were his mother holding a book on different draconic spells. Vutha was teaching him spells in dragonic tongue as well how to speak it.

“Alright Spike. . .Cast the shadow spells.” The black dragoness spoke looking at the book.

The purple drake spoke, and extended his right hand“Um. . . sjach ner.” He called out as a staff made out of shadow rose from his shadows, with a shape edge tip at the end. Grasping the staff, he twirled it around over his head, then slammed the blunt end on the ground. Once he was done using it the staff disappeared back into the shadows.

Vutha nodded. “Lightning Speed.”

“ I know this one, um Shochraos Zaun” Lightning begin to crackle out of his body, and in a second, the drake disappeared, in a flash of light, only to reappear on the other side of the river, once more, and he was on a tree, then one last time, Spike returned to Vutha side.

“Flames of darkness.”

Spike pointed to the air. “ ibafarshani di whedabra.” A purple flame appeared on the tip of his finger. The flame then shot at an unexpected bird who was flying around the dense forest. Once the small flame hit its body, the bird burst into flames, causing it to scream in agony, before falling to the ground dying.

“Very good Spike.” Vutha praised her son, before closing the book. Once the book was closed Vutha left the area with Spike following her.

“Say mom. . .I was wondering?” Spike begins, only for the black dragoness red eyes to glaze at her son. “You’re the daughter of the god of all dragons right? What’s he’s like?”

“Hmm. . .father huh. Let see.” Vutha places his claw under her chin, thinking. “Father was a. . .it's very hard to explain. He’s an elder god, and the one who created dragon kind throughout the multiverse.”

“Oh!”

“Yea, In draconic mythology, Asgorath or Io created the universe itself, and has not manifested since that time. He does, however, make his existence felt like a powerful presence in the minds of all of the dragon kind.” Tiamat explained. “According to a mysterious creation text in the Archives off-world, Asgorath cast down the god Zotha and observed the two elements of existence: the world that she had made and the Crystal Sun that Zotha had made. She wrapped herself around the Crystal Sun and breathed on it. This caused the sun to shatter with the fragments piercing her flesh. Drops of her blood fell down upon the world and where they landed, red dragons were brought into existence. The new creatures lamented the loss of their creator, all except one who pulled a fragment of the Crystal Sun out of Asgorath and cut himself with it. The blood fell to the earth and also created life, though this life was metallic in color, rather than red. Asgorath began to stir so the 'renegade' and his progeny fled to the farthest corners of the world. Analysis by the scribes of Candlekeep of this text reaches the conclusion that Asgorath is me and the Renegade is my brother, your uncle Bahamut; many counter-theories exist and no hard evidence is available to prove anything.” Tiamat just blinked as she just stared at the now confused drake soaking in all the information.

“Is that true? Did Io create the universe?”

“Well no that’s a blatant lie. Other then Zotha part, which took place in some other universe.”

“Ok let me get this right. . .Io or Asgorath cast down Zotha for whatever reason.”

“Oh that, if I remember correctly, Father said Zotha was cast down. . .or terminated in this case because he was ordered by the fates to erase a planet named Abeir-Toril, but Zotha after being warned numerous times to not interfere, interfered.” Tiamat closed her eyes, remembering the story her father told her and her brother when there were kids.

As Vutha remembered her childhood, Spike kept thinking about what she told him. It blew his mind from how amazing the story was, and the lore of her grandfather. Vutha shook her head. “Ok Spike, go back and study the rest of the spells in this book.”

Vutha handed Spike the book and let so Spike could do his studies in peace. Once she was gone Spike got right to his studies so he can learn as much as he could about magic.

As he went through the book of ancient Draconic spells. He came across a few spells that he found to be very interesting. One of the spells was called the magic canceling spell. Also known as arcaniss cancellation. This spell cloaks the casters claw in a magical aura. That when touches other types of magic automatically gets canceled out. Making it the perfect spell against mages. The only drawback to this spell was it too can be nullified, if the target has stronger mana then the caster.

The second spell called ibafarshan altiui. This spell engulfs the dragons wing’s on fire. Allowing them to do one of two things. The first was shielding the caster from physical and magical attacks. The second option, was sending two flame tornadoes to attack the casters enemies. The second part works by focusing the fire into the center of the casters wings. Then blasting them right at the enemy in a straight line.

The third spell that Spike found that would help him out in the long run was rewrite ricin. A spell that would allow the caster to completely rewrite the targets memories. Once the memories where rewritten the caster would have full control over the target. Without the target ever knowing what happened. But in order for the spell to work, the caster had to look directly into the targets eyes. As well as have a stronger will then the target.

As Spike looked through the book he made sure to take down notes of these three spells as well as any of the other spells that would work best for him.

While doing this Vutha was sitting down on a couch looking at a crystal ball that projects the other heads.

“We have obtained the Bloodstone Specter from Ember. We now rule the entirety of the draconic sepices.” Charir said holding up the specter.

“And what about Puff student, Seer? Surely he would have sensed your presence the moment you held that thing. Even if we have that spell active.” Achuak spoke with a somewhat calm tone.

Charir shook her head. “After I poisoned Touch, I quickly grabbed Ember and this dragon who had a crush on Spike and teleported out of there. And what about those two ponies I told you about?”

“Turns out there was three, and one more who also love Spike. I believe her name was. . .Diamond Tiara.” Achuak had gathered that information from the CMC after having a nice conversation with the three, over some tea which was not drugged. Currently, they were in a room with Ember and Smolder, waiting for their Master Spike.

“Well, that is interesting. And since we have one of the so-called elements of harmony under our control. The one called Rarity is in Ponyville acting as our spy. While the other one that we captured is being used as stress relief by our followers.” Ulhar said while she checked over the things that need to be done before they go to war with the rest of Equestria.”

“Nothing,” Achuak smirked. “In fact, we're not going to war with the ponies. If you know what I mean.”

“What do you mean Achuak?” Asked a confused white dragon.

“You remember the story of how the alicorn race was wiped out save for three?” Achuak asked the rest of her sister.

“You mean where they killed the god of balance mate and cast his sons to chase the sun and moon forever? Yea.” All four said.

“Well I just employed four ponies and the boss is looking over at their sheets. They now work for us. Those four will release those two.” Achuak said with a smirk.

“And knowing the princess they would have no choice but to kill them which will, in turn, piss off Fenrir and the others. That’s a very well thought out plan Achuak.” Charir spoke happily to hear the plan.

“If the princesses dose kill those two, Seer would most likely help his brother in the eradication of the pony race.” Vutha said leaning on the couch.

“What about the rest of the elements of harmony? I still want that little Fluttershy for myself.” Ulhar said with an evil smile on her face. Thinking about how she will use the element of kindness.

“Our plan is to eliminate the elements. Not to keep them as pets.” Achuak stated.

“Kind of hard to do when the boss cursed the elements with everlasting life.” Ulhar counter-argued.

“Very well then. If we can’t kill them then we’ll just go back to plan A. We break their minds to such a degree they can never use their elements again.” Assir said while she thought about different ways to take down the elements of harmony.

“Just not the one who is following us.” Charir reminded her cruel sister.

“Alright. The white unicorn won’t be harmed. But the rest of them are all fair game.” Assir said folding her arms.

“How’s Spike Training coming along?”The red dragoness asked with her head tilted to the side.

“He’s doing great, I think he’ll be ready for some really fun stuff by the end of his training.” Vutha spoke in a giggle. “He nearly killed several of my members in magic training. The black dragoness chuckled. “Spike and several of the dragons, including Garble were doing there daily sparring match, with Spike using his martial arts to kick Garble’s ass every time. In fact the first time Spike and Garble fought, Spike kicked him in his balls so hard, that he will never be able to have children.”

When the other dragonesses heard that they all laughed like they heard the funniest joke that they ever heard. After a few minutes, they started to calm down and get back to their discussion.

“So anything else?” The black dragoness asked only for the others to shrug.
“What about Spike learning magic? Is he doing alright, or is he having a hard time?” Charir asked so she could see if Spike needed any help.

Assir gave a big smile“Nope. Spike is doing great. He’s able to learn spells twice as fast then other dragons and dragonesses. He’s basically a natural at it. I’m guessing due to living with that purple princess.”

When the other dragonesses heard about Twilight they couldn’t help but hiss at the mere thought of her. With how she treated her son like a slave and test subject. They all agreed that she is going to have the worst punishment by far. Her horn will be cut off. The feathers will be plucked then her wings sealed away. Then once that is done any dragon or dragoness that wants her will have free rain of her twenty-four seven.

“I’m going back. . .I need some stress relief.” Vutha places her finger on the crystal ball. The images of the other four dragoness were gone. The black dragoness sighed and leaned back. “Shit.”

Within a japone style palaces sat a nine-tailed fox with his hand under his chin. “What are we going to do?” He asked himself thinking on what to do next, without her brother’s help, he was at a loss for the very first time in what seems like years. Normally he would had found something he was looking already. However with Tiamat she proved to be more clever than he initially intended.

Seer got up and walked outside into his royal garden. Unlike most garden this consist of raked sand moving in a wave-like pattern, dark gray stones leading to a pile of rocks, with moss on the top, and a tree in the middle. To the left was a large pond with coy weighing up to 10 pounds, To the right was a part of the castle that leads to many rooms.

“Tiamat giving you a hard time bro?” A voice called out, seemingly from behind the fox.

“She is. . .and nice to see you too. . .Fenrir.” The fox turns to find a sliver fur seven-foot wolf. He wore a white pair of pants, along with a matching shirt, and a collar that held two gems, a blue sapphire on the right, and an amethyst on the left.

“Likewise. Seer.” Fenrir said in a calm tone.”And I see you’re still in contact with those. . .ponies.” The wolf growled in distance at the mention of ponies.

“Pretty much.” Seer said looking at Fenrir with a suspicious look. “What? You know the Elements of Harmony are necessary.”

“Ya. As necessary as a hole in the head.” Fenrir retorted as he just looked at his claws. “Or have you forgotten about what they did to my sons, your nephews.”

Seer just sighed. “I haven’t forgotten bro. And like I said, if they kill them upon release then we’re unleashing the wrath of the fates upon them.”

“I bet you need help locating her.” Fenrir smiled

“Considering I can’t find her myself, and you have the topaz of the mind, yes.” Seer said with frustration.

“Alright, alright.” He closed his eyes and begin to concentrate. Images of all who live in Equis flashed in the mind of the wolf. But what the wolf didn’t expect was a picture that is fractured into four pieces. “Look like she separated into five. . .I don’t see the black one so I’m guessing she’s in another dimension.”

As Fenrir looked at the four factors he could see Tiamat’s different personalities it suddenly turn dark. “Damn she’s blocking me. But the good news is that at least I know where she is located.”

“Yea, and by the time we get there she would have already left.”

Fenrir thought about it for a minute and realized that Seer is correct.

Fenrir shrugged his shoulders.“Aw well. I guess we’ll just have to find her the old fashioned way. I’ll get Destiny.” Fenrir said much to the fox’s annoyance. Seer went to find trackers who could help them find Tiamat. While Fenrir went to Dogmeats to get his sister.

During the months Spike has managed to master multiple spells from multiple books within the temple. He would say that he was on the same level as Twilight in terms of spell casting. It was time for him to practice in the art of swordplay.

The purple drake had played with swords with Shining Armor when he was a little hatchling, and he taught him how to grip a sword properly, as well as the basics of swordplay. While he wasn’t the best at it. Spike is a quick learner, matching his mother’s style, speed, and power. In short, he was beginning to enjoy the fight.

But while he was enjoying the fight. It was clear to even the newest novice that Spike wasn’t getting anywhere with his experience. After all he was still relatively new to combat training.

“Just remember, the sword is an extension of your arm. The sword may be a weapon. But it's not the weapon that makes the warrior. It's the warrior that wields the weapon that is important.”

Spike knew to take his mother’s words to heart. After all, she has millions if not billions of years of experience. Spike readied his stance and prepared for another fight. Just as Spike was about to attack first he used an enchantment spell that he learned. The wooden sword was engulfed in green fire and when the blade was burning the purple drake charged at his mother as fast as he could.

Vutha rolled her eyes and blocked the strike. Spike repeatedly struck at the fallen goddess who just blocked each strike with her own wooden sword. The last strike disburses the flames of the purple drake.

“My turn.” She grinned and begin to layout her assault. Spike tried his best in blocking but her strikes were powerful. She swung her wooden stick resulting in Spike losing his grip sending his wooden sword flying. “Oh boy.” Spike said with Vutha smiling, almost pleading for mercy.

“I um. . .give.” Spike said taking a defensive stance.

“See this face my son?” Vutha asked pointing to her face which show no emotions. “Does this look like a face of mercy?”

Spike knew the answer to that question was painful. But He does have a retort. Vutha begins to beat her son with the wooden stick. As she did this, Spike did his best to defend himself by raising his arms to block the attacks.

After an hour of beating the dragon she placed the wooden sword on the ground. “Your swordplay as impressive as it leaves much to be desired.” Spike was currently moaning in pain on the ground. “We’re taking a short five-minute break. Then resuming your training.” Vutha grinned and walked away.

As she walked away Spike was thinking this.“Welp. I may have gotten my ass handed to me.”

Months past and Spike to his surprise was keeping up with his mother in speed and power when it comes to swordplay, in fact, Vutha taught Spike Kenjutsu or the samurai art of the sword.

Spike blocked a swing of his mother’s wooden sword. Such power would fly the purple drake back a couple of yards. “Good, good.” She continued to swing her sword, like a trained samurai with Spike continued to break the strikes with two hands.

“You are a quick study, my son. But you can’t just block attacks, you need to go on the offensive.” Vutha said as she did a vertical slash toward Spike’s stomach, but the purple drake was able to dodge the attack by jumping out of the way. Once he was in the air he went on the offensive and sent a downward slash attack at Vutha’s left arm. The strike did manage to hit. Thanks to Vutha’s dense scales she didn’t feel much pain from the attack.

Vutha smiled at Spike for going for the strike. “Good job Spike. Now make sure you always go for the strike when you find the opportunity. That way you can get the upper hand in a fight.”

“I’ll remember that mom.” Spike said twirling his wooden sword around.

Vutha had one last thing to teach Spike. How to fully maximize all of the possible damage that his powers can cause.

Over the course of the seven years, Vutha discovered that Spike’s divine power is extremely powerful. About to do things both she and Abzu were able to do. All he has to do is access his divine power since now at his current level is that of an elder dragon.

“Now for your final lesson we’re going to unleash your godhood,” Vutha stated with the temple reverting back to its original state, a white void. “This void is about the size of the universe and can be a gateway to the main office of off-world. It responds to anyone with divine magical energy, fallen god or not.”

“Why are you telling me this now? Is this place going to unlock my godhood in some way?” Spike asked his mother since he wasn’t sure how he would unlock his full power.

“You kind of weren’t ready until now. And this used to be a training ground for new employees to test their powers.” The dragoness sat down. “I want you to create a world.”

Spike was a little confused. “What do you mean? You want me to create an entire world the way I want it?”

The black dragoness nodded. “That’s right. I want to see the world that you would want to make.”

Spike closed his eyes then concentrated on the world that he wanted to make. The void started to ripple like it was in water. Spike opened his eyes and shake his head. “I-I-I can’t do it. I really don’t know what world I want to create.”

Vutha thought about it for a minute, then pulled her son into a hug, burying his face in her bosom. “ Create a world that you would make from your deepest darkest desires. That is how a Draconic god of darkness would create his or her own world.” As Spike began to calm down, he closed his eyes and began to imagine a world that he would want as a Draconic god of darkness.

The void rippled.

‘Remember how the ponies treated you.’

The void turned black.

‘Remember their words.’

As he began to remember, the void started to take shape.

‘Remember their glares.’

Red lines begin to form around the void.

‘Remember there faces.’

As the drake remembered, red-orange light flash as the heat begins to build up with grey smoke, filling the sky, covering the light that was once the sun. Buildings and homes were on fire.

‘Remember their voices.’

Screams of countless ponies could be heard. Some running with their foals in toll. Others lying on the ground, there blood forming a pool.

“Remember their names.”

‘Rarity, Twilight, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie.’

As he thought about the six ponies that abused him new images appeared.

All six of Team Harmony are stripped of their clothes, shackles and led to an armored carriage. As well as all of the mares and stallions that lived in Ponyville. Mayor Mare, Miss Cake, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, and Carrot Cake to name a few.

All chained up taken to different locations to be sold to other Dragons and Dragonesses. But not before Spike can pick a few of the females for himself and Laruma.

“Silver Spoon, Starlight Glimmer, Diamond Tiara, Dinky, Mrs. Cake. You five belong to me now.” Spike said as he towered over all of the ponies that he and the other dragons defeated. Once their names were said Laruma collected them and lead them off to the same location where the main six were being taken.

As all of that was going on the other three princesses were also stripped naked and tied to three different polls that surrounded Tiamat.

Tiamat looked around with a smile on her face. “Very good my son, and don’t worry about those five ponies that you picked as slaves here in your world. I’ll make sure that they are saved for you in the other world. That is a promise that I can keep.” Tiamat giggled evilly as she looked at all of the dark and sinister things that her son dreams of doing.

Spike and Vutha walked out of the chamber with smiles on their faces. Since Spike’s training is complete he is ready to start a war, that has been coming for a long time. However, something was different. Instead of the manor, they were in an office.

“Where in the universe are we mom?” Spike asked as he looked around the office. It was like any other office. It holds a bookshelf, couch, several rooms for storage, bedroom, bathroom, and a kitchen. Completed with a desk.

Tiamat looked around the office and her eyes widened at realizing where they are.“Aw crap.”

“Oh crap what?” Asked Charir sitting on the sofa. “We had to move somewhere. And why not come here to the regional office below world?”

“But why did we move? What happened while we were gone?!” She said with an annoyed tone.

“Oh that. . .Fenrir is sniffing us out. . .I don’t know how.” Charir said matter-of-factly. “And he and his brother already know where we’re hiding so.”

“We scattered our followers and moved to a place where neither of them is allowed.” The black dragoness spoke. “Well, it gives Spike a good chance to meet the boss.”

“Boss,” Spike asked in confusion.

“Oh yes. The Other One. . .just be sure not to wet your pants.”