Titan War

Hearth's Warming Day was just 4 weeks around the corner, and everyone/pony was preparing for a full month of gentle snow and soft blizzards. This was the very first year of a brand new celebration the two sisters believed would benefit the friendship of all species, a celebration for the entire winter known as "Gift of Equestria". This is Equestria's first holiday of snow riding down across the entire world! Snow would go everywhere for the world: The Badlands, the Dragon Lands, Griffonstone, even the Crystal Empire would receive gentle blizzards and friendly snow from the Frozen North this year. And most rarely, the Kingdom of Seaquestria would receive their first snowy weather, and Mount Aris is also included for snowy weather.

Yes, this would be a joyous year for everyone and everypony.

But there was one who did not enjoy this holiday as much as everyone else...

2:00 pm - Castle of Friendship - Dining Room...

Spike the Dragon, Twilight Sparkle's #1 Assistant, just barely came out of the kitchen with a plate of pancakes covered in syrup and two slabs of butter. He sets them down on the table and calls out to Twilight.

"Twilight, you coming down soon?"

Celestia's sun was bright and shining upon the ponies that went about their days in the crisp cool air. It was starting to get chillier when the Pegasi started to bring in the snow clouds.

Twilight Sparkle, once the greatest pupil Celestia has ever taught, now the Princess of Friendship, slept in for literally 12 hours today. Yesterday, she didn't even bother to put away the massive pile of 763 books she read! That was all handed over to Spike for him to clean up when he awakened from his own sleep, having to put away the right books in their respectable places, trying to figure out which genre the books would go into, filing the letters alphabetically, he even had to put them in order from the earliest date to the present!

All that work tuckered the dragon out, but he still had duties to do for Twilight. But to add on top of the mess Twilight left for Spike, she didn't wake up to eat the breakfast he made for her, nor did she come to out with him. These things made Spike grumpy,irritated, and depressed.

After about like 20 minutes later, Spike finally heard steps coming down the stairs.

Spike looked to his left to see Twilight finally coming in, stretching her legs, neck, wings, and turned her waist a bit. All that in the process while she yawned.

"Good morning, Spike. Boy, I just had the greatest dream," Twilight said happily.

"Morning Twilight. I made you some breakfast this morning, but you slept in on that," Spike politely points.

"Oh, sorry about that. I was doing a lot of reading last night."

"Yeah, but do you think maybe... next time... you could clean up the books yourself before you go to bed?" Spike asked, trying his best not to sound grumpy and rather polite.

Twilight just looks at Spike, not upset, not perplexed or confused. just staring at him.

"What?" The baby dragon asks.

"I thought cleaning up books was your job," Says the lavender alicorn.

Spike felt a little hurt by the sentence, but he kept a straight face. "I-I know... but it wouldn't hurt to do it yourself... right?" Spike asks nervously.

Twilight simply turns back to her pancakes. "Hmm... I guess," She says confusedly.

"Is there... something wrong with that?"

"No, I just don't see why I should do it when it's your job," Twilight says obliviously as she takes a bite of her pancakes.

This made Spike even more hurt, but he remained strong under his skin. "Oh... O-Okay." Just as he was about to leave though, he was stopped when Twilight spoke again.

"Um, Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"These pancakes are a little cold and soggy. I think you might've added just about 2 more oz of syrup, and I also like just one slab of butter," Twilight explains.

"2 oz of syrup, and an extra slab of butter, seriously!? And you woke up literally 12 hours ago!" Spike thought to himself in irritation.

"Well, I mean... you did wake up kinda late..." The purple dragon says nervously.

Twilight simply looked back at Spike in confusion this time.

"I-I'm just saying..." Spike simply sighs, "I'll just make some sandwiches." Then he takes Twilight's plate and goes back to the kitchen.

Twilight smiles and then makes her way to her Library. Once she sits down, she grabs 326 more books with the 763 estimate and makes a pile once again. She started making even bigger piles of books for Spike to put away later, breaking the record of her previous pile from yesterday night.

2:35 pm...

Twilight was on book #175 on chapter 37, until she heard Spike calling out to her. "Twilight! Your sandwiches are ready!"

"Okay, coming!" She sets the book down, gets up and walks to the kitchen. Once entered, she saw Spike with his apron on and a tray in his claws with a plate of a single sandwich of whole grain bread, lettuce, tomatoes, and some turkey ham, an apple, 3 bananas, an orange, and some peas. On the side was also a glass of water and a small vase with a white daisy. She sits down and waits as Spike brings the tray over and sets it in front of her. She smelled the daisy and exhaled pleasantly. "Mmm, the daisy's a nice touch, Spike," She says nicely.

Spike smiles for the appreciation Twilight gave for the Daisy.

Twilight takes a bit into her sandwich and smiles pleasantly. "The sandwich is really good, Spike. Thanks. And I really appreciate the variety of fruits and vegetable you picked out."

"Well, I know how much you like to be healthy," Spike says.

Twilight chuckles lightly, "You know me well."

Spike sat down beside her, until he noticed the time. "Hey, Twilight?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you need to get ready to see our friends at Sugarcube Corner right now?" Spike asks. Twilight turns over to the clock and nearly chokes on a chunk of her sandwich is she sees the time.

"Oh no! I'm gonna be late!" Twilight quickly finishes her meal in less than 10 seconds and rushes to her bedroom to pack up some things for the events she and her friends had planned for today. Spike simply watches as Twilight rushes around the castle and then back down to the front door. "Thanks Spike! Can you make sure to clean up the library before I get back, and the kitchen and dining area? Thanks!" She says before she slams the door behind her.

Spike sighs in depression, "The entire Library? Again? Next thing you know-" Spike's thoughts were interrupted when Twilight poked her head through the door.

"Can you also be sure to clean the castle before I get back? Thanks!" Then she retreats and slams the door again.

Spike exhales steam from his nostrils. "She'll do that," He thinks bitterly. Then, with literally no time to lose, the young dragon worked on his daily chores.

Midnight...

Spike was washing the dishes Twilight had left for him, until he heard a faint boom outside the castle. He slowly ceased his washing and listened carefully...

Another faint boom.

Spike sets down the dishes, takes his dish-washing gloves, and makes his way to the balcony of the castle.

Once outside, Spike could see flashes of various colors on the ground. He came outside and looked around, only to see that the sources of flashing were fireworks from Canterlot Castle.

Spike couldn't believe what he saw. There was a celebration of some kind going on, and he wasn't invited... Spike's jaws were slightly agape in shock and disbelief. He slightly shook his head in defiance of some theories that were going through his head, and he ran inside with welled up eyes.

1:32 am...

Before he would continue his daily chores, or in this case nightly chores, Spike decided to go walk around the castle to get his mind off of the fireworks he saw tonight. He walked through the halls, looked into every room, and gazed upon every image of Twilight and some of her friends, old and new. He slid his claws gently on the crystal walls, feeling their rocky yet smooth surfaces.

Then, our baby dragon stops past a certain door. Spike turns around and enters the Throne Room. He gazed at the crystal images of Twilight and her friends, knowing that there were far more pictures of them, and less of Twilight and he. Spike gazed at the enormous roots of the once proud Golden Oaks Library, remembering the memories he had with Twilight and his friends there. Yet... he was sad.

Spike could only think that the memories Twilight and he made together, were only but very few. The baby dragon started to sniffle a little from the pain he felt inside. Then, he gazed upon the only thing that hurt him the most... Spike looked up at the large portrait of her and her friends. All he could do was stare at the small portion of him just as a head.

Without a care about anything in the world, Spike slowly crouches and cries into his knees in a mixture of emotions. Pain. Anger. Grief. Sorrow. Disbelief... Spike has gone for far too long through the tortures and ignorance of Twilight, her friends... even Celestia. Ever since she gave him to Twilight, after placing the Enchantment of Mailing on him, he was nothing more than a communication system for her, Twilight, and anyone else who would use him as a... Mailbox.

All these things that have happened to him, have gone on for far too long, and his heart could bare this pain no longer.

"I know... what I have to do..." He says to himself, a look of determination in his teary eyes.

DAY 2...

It was just an hour from afternoon. All was quiet in the Castle of Friendship, until a noise is heard at the entrance...

"Spike! I'm home!" Twilight calls out. She seemed to have a small basket of food items inside. Twilight and her friends did so much yesterday.

First, they went to Sugarcube Corner for a bite of dessert. Then, they had a picnic in the back of Fluttershy's Cottage and watched their pets race each other for fun. After that, they had meet literally all of Ponyville, and they had a great party in Town Square. And after that, they had a grand party of a uniting between Ponies, Seaponies, and Changelings, in Canterlot. After that, they slept at Canterlot, and in the morning, Twilight and her friends had breakfast with the princesses and their families.

All these are the reasons that Twilight came home at the time of afternoon's coming.

"Boy, those fireworks were sure amazing to watch," Twilight says as she sets down the basket. She walks around the castle to see that Spike had done his chores, cleaned up the Kitchen, Dining Room, and Library. Twilight smiles in appreciation, but then she notices something... It was... quiet.

Too quiet.

"Spike?" She calls out. There was no answer. Feeling a little concerned, Twilight decided to walk around the castle to look for him.

First, she came to the Kitchen, but Spike wasn't there. Next, she went into the Throne Room, but her #1 Assistant wasn't there either. Then, she checked in the Library, no Spike. Finally, she checked in Spike's Bedroom... Still no Spike.

"Spike?" Twilight was starting to get more concerned. She went into her bedroom hoping he was there, but he wasn't. However, she noticed a piece of paper on her bed-sheet. She walked over to her bed and gripped the paper with her magic. Turning it around, she found that it was written on. Twilight began to read the paper.

Dear Twilight,

If you find this letter, then it probably means that I'm not here. I wrote this letter because I finally came to realize that so much has happened to me that you probably didn't care about. Last night I saw fireworks from Canterlot Castle, so I assumed that you and your friends were up there having a big party of some kind.

Twilight, I feel like you don't care at all that I have been neglected and abused. You're probably thinking right now that I don't, but I do, and you don't seem to do anything about. I had plans that day that I wanted to do, but I couldn't because you made me stay here and clean up your messes that day, and every time I don't do something you ask me to do, you always end up getting mad or upset with me. I wasn't able to have any fun because of you.

I know what you're thinking: What in Equestria is Spike talking about? Well, it's like I said, you left me here to clean up the enormous messes that you left for me. I realize that I'm your #1 Assistant, but I don't pick up after you, I assist you with things you need help with. And I shouldn't have to be forced to do these things anyway. I do these things because I love you.

You're probably thinking right about now that this is supposed to my Job, right? Well, I'm guessing that also means that you don't think of me anymore than just some lowly assistant. To tell you the truth, I've always thought of you as my older sister, but that probably doesn't mean anything to you, despite the Sibling Supreme Competition. I found out one day that you guys were just joking with me on that, and I thought you guys were serious. That really hurt me. And this is not supposed to be my job, I'm just kid, or "baby" for that matter. I've lived with you almost my whole life, and I'm supposed to be treated as your equal. I've always done what I can to keep you well and healthy, and I try my best everyday to take care of you. But I came to realize that I'm doing literally all the work, while you guys get to go have fun with each other, the princesses, my own friends, and your families. There's nothing wrong with any of that, but I guess I'm just a slave to you and everypony else.

I've also realized something else: Every time you say sorry, we always come back to me being abused and neglected over and over again. You think I don't get abused? I'll provide the facts to you.

Remember the time on your first Winter Wrap-Up? You didn't know what to do until you found out that you were very talented in organizing, and I was there to help you. After all that time of working and checking off everything that was completed, I fell asleep on a small block of ice. But all you girls did was laugh and leave me there to fall in that freezing water. I thought you of all ponies would've known that I can't survive in a hypothermia-tempatured pond of water. If thought that was a joke, it was not funny at all, in/ any way. I got a very deadly cold that could've been prevented if at least one of you got me off before that happened.

And that's not all that's happened to me. Remember the day when you moved your birthday party to Canterlot because of Rarity not being able to come? You girls went to Canterlot to have it there, but you didn't invite that day, you didn't even let me know about it until you came back and told me personally. How could you not invite me to your own birthday party, Twilight? I'm one of your first and best friends, but you treat it like that's not true. I was very hurt that day, because you, nor any of your friends thought to invite me. And the same thing happened with Pinkie's Birthday, too. And do you remember Pinkie's sister, Maud? You girls didn't even think to introduce me to her.

Rainbow Dash always, and still makes fun of me for not being a 'big, tough, scary' dragon. She never stops unless I'm not around. I've always thought you, my Older Sister , to stand up for me, but she doesn't give a single care in the world about what Rainbow does to me.

And the worst part of my entire life was the Grand Galloping Gala. I thought that we could all spend time with each other together, but you decided to go off and do your own things, instead. And then, you all found out that the best way you could all have fun was by coming together to do all the activities as one. But I thought of that much before any of you girls did. Because of you all, I was very lonely that night, I've always been so lonely from the start of our movement in Ponyville...

Don't think that I can tell you about this, because I've tried, and tried, and tried, but you never listen to me and you don't seem to care at all about it. You and your friends all get to go have fun, face off dangerous creatures or bad guys that want to take over Equestria, and go off to see your new allies and friends, while I'm always left behind like the black sheep of the herd.

If you don't think that I've ever been forgotten, then try to remember the last thing we did together. If you can't, that's what I thought. I'm the only one who remembers what we did together, as kids . We would always play together, we would go out together, and we would sleep together like brother and sister. But now you have these new friends, and I always end being forgotten, neglected, and abused.

I'm very sorry that I have to leave you, but I'm not going to be your slave anymore. I just can't take it, and my heart as shattered like glass from this pain. I've gone somewhere that you won't ever have to worry about finding me.

This is for the best, Twi. I hope you have a better life without me...

Love,

Spike

Twilight was rather perplexed by the letter than shocked. She read the letter over and over again to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

All she simply did was chuckle lightly, "Is this a joke?" She asked herself. "I'm sure he's just going through a mental problem. He'll be back." Twilight sets the letter down, walks out of her bedroom and shuts the door to go sit in her throne room.

Unknown Time - Unknown Area - Ghostly Throne Room...

Inside his throne room, Valunight watched as a certain pony walked out of her bedroom.

"Good..." He says very grimly. Than he steps out into the dim light. After a flash of very dark-red light, you could almost see what he looked like.

His scales were made of this pitch-black stone with mahogany-red flecks, most of his body and face alone remain, and unlike all dragons, he has four arms instead of just two.

His torso was covered by a large tortoise shell that was made of the same asteroid material, donning with straps that mount miniaturized demon skulls with large, curve horns, and a belt that mounts 3 miniaturized skulls of demonic titans that also wield soot-black, burned roots with blood-red crystal shards sticking out of different places.

Valunight donned a helmet with a titanic demon skull that had 4 massive, curved horns with many spikes covering a third of their bases. The eyes of the helmet were hollow and emotionless, and they had small demon skulls with very sinister eyes, giving of the mist and sand from the sides and upward of their very thin, vertical, currant-red pupils. On the sides of the helmet were horns that curved down and upward, partially made of garnet-red crystals and mostly made of the asteroid material. His helmet concealed his entire face and both his ears, but the rest of the head was only seen as onyx-black flames and mahogany-red smoke giving off charcoal-grey embers.

Over Valunight's upper legs were gauld armor that carried 3 rows of spiky dragon spines, and two rows of 2 small demon skulls with medium-sized horns. The spikes were made of garnet-red crystal shards and the skulls were covered in metal plating. Over the bottom half of the leggings was a larger demon skull with larger horns, their eyes ablaze with this jet-black fire that had shadow-grey sand sizzling from the bottom and berry-red stars that also floated towards the sides like abnormal embers, and currant-red mist with flashing onyx-black lights. Covering those were a long, tattered, jet-black skirt with sangria-red crystal spikes in 5 rows, and in the middle was a loincloth that reach the bottom of his knees and had a very demonic, monstrous, abomination symbol with 4 enormously curved horns and 4 grotesquely grown tusks on its chin, massive fangs and slaughterous teeth.

Valunight's shoulder armor had two large, demonic dragon skulls with horns that curved down and upward on each side, and a much bigger skull with another pair of horns. Between the 3 skulls were 2 orbs of this pitch-black energy with a dark grey sandy center that pulsed and swirled around towards the center and gave off a very currant-red misty aura, and they gave off very black electricity on the eyes of the dragon skulls, which also had burning eyes. Above the skulls are 3 garnet crystal chunks that were all cracked and leaked the same liquid as the altar's pool, and all crystals gave off a very black auras and pebble-grey mist.

The horns of all the demon skulls were darkened and donned more spikes, the tips were crystallized in a lipstick-red color with more shards growing out of them. The eyes of all the pupiled demon skulls also gave off very black smoke like any fire, but they also gave off ash-grey embers that swirled upward vigorously.

His tail was in the same armor design as his legs, on the end of his tail was an asteroid-forged tailhook, made with long and sharp, garnet-red crystal spikes with triple hooks in a rhombus formation, they had 2 demon skulls lined along thew topside of the armor and 3 more pierced on each hook, and they gave of the same energy as the orbs on his shoulder armor.

Valunight's massive forearms and feet were trapped in this ancient, dark, rotten, and burnt wood with roots as armor, which were rooted with the decorative plates that had a demon skull looming over 4 smaller ones, and the horns of them were also crystallized in garnet-red shards. The wood also had bulky, currant-red, spiky, curved crystal shards, and shadow-grey tassels lined with garnet-red, crystalline dust that were also lined along the bottom of his shoulder armor. His primary claws were armored by wine-red crystals with darkly-metaled tips, and the tips of the roots on his legs had currant-red crystals growing outward. Garnet-red crystal thorns grew long and out of his arms and legs, shards of the asteroid material sprouted out of his skin and out of the armor, giving off the appearance of horns, glowing constellations in them glowed metal-black.

His horns were made of the asteroid rocks, but the upper stems are also trapped in the same wood, and the tips were much larger and longer mahogany-red crystals with larger crystal spikes as well. The top part of his horns were engulfed by demonic skeleton dragons climbing towards the tip of his horns.

His wings were massive and had huge, bulky, scythe-like, currant-red crystal shards, sharper and serrated, and the fingers on his wings were also bulky, they were very tattered, and the main sails were replaced with these jet-black ethereal ghost wings that were still very tattered and give off charcoal-grey sand and mahogany-red mist.

Hovering in front of his horns, above his head was a circular ring with a smaller, neon, garnet-red ring glowing in the middle of the metal, with six currant-red crystals, all of them shattered, but they give off a very dark black aura, merlot-red mist, and onyx-black smoke with charcoal-grey embers.

Attached, nailed, bolted and chained tormentingly to the back of his tortoise shell was a very gothic coffin, the top corners were penetrated by swords with jagged and toothy blades made of jam-red crystals, the sides of the coffin were penetrated by enormous, garnet-red crystal spines on his back, also trapped in the ancient dark wood that grew garnet-red crystal spines and spikes.

Hovering behind his back, and wings just above his tail, are 3 medium rings similar to the one in front of his head, except they had dark demon skulls with straps punctured in the top and out the bottom with garnet-red crystal spikes crested on the top, and horns that were garnet-red crystals. Inside each ring behind his back were large, garnet-red crystals tucked into cylindrical bands donned with demon skulls, and three more of them above the crests of his forehead.

Valunight wore fully-lengthened braces that had the same design as the armor on his lower legs on the top and each side, strapped to his wooden gauntlets. But underneath all those four gauntlets and cuffs are two tubes each, and a larger tubing between each of the two. Those tubes attached to a connector with multiple ports connecting to 4 of 16 medium-sized canisters attached to his belt, and three more that run under the rest of his armor and into his neck, under what Valunight also seemed wear that is a flexible armor cast around his neck, and 5 of 8 large canisters laid inside the coffin.

Surrounding him were the most demonic of dark-hearted titan skulls with very massive horns and very hollow eyes. Also by his side was a large book with the design of a single-bladed axehead. The cover was made of the same asteroid material, but it had 3 garnet-red eyes with thin, vertical, onyx-black irises and wine-red pupils. The edges of the opening and closing flaps had garnet-red crystal spikes, and encircling the 3 eyes were very ancient and unreadable runes. And in his personal bubble was ash and dust swirling slowly around him.

From the looks of it, Valunight was 23 feet tall and his tail was 11 feet long. He also appeared to be a a kind of dragon-demon hybrid.

Valunight slowly rubbed the orb and it came to see a certain baby dragon on a ledge staring out into the horizon. Valunight could see it: the rejection, the pain, the sorrow... he could even feel it.

Valunight rises from his throne and starts walking out of the throne room while the orb follows him with the same frozen image.