As he slept Spike thrashed about; he was having some kind of nightmare. But, for some reason, it didn't feel like a nightmare. It felt like something else; almost like a memory. He was walking down a hallway. A hallway made of wood only to turn into stairs leading down. He felt the feel of a wooden floor beneath his feet. He didn't remember where he was going, but he knew he had to be somewhere. He then found himself before the purple alicorn he saw before. This time its form had more detail. He could tell it was a mare. But, why was she so important? Seeing her smile made him feel happy. He could even hear her laughing; which made him feel happier. But, then a sense of dread washed over him. Something was wrong very wrong. He felt himself pulse with magical energy. But, then the energy surged; slowly breaking down his body. Fear then took him over and he screamed loudly. The world around him faded away; he began to stars all around him. Then, a planet appeared in front of him. The fire then engulfed his body seconds before he.

Spike sat up and screamed loudly; looking around rapidly as he crawled away from where he lay. A door opened and the healer entered the room. The moment he saw the whelp crawling away. He sighed knowing that this was going to be very difficult. He began to slowly walk up to the whelp.

Spike yelled, “No! No! Get away from me!” He blew some fire at the healer; only to watch in fear as a blue hue formed around him.

The healer was glad his shields blocked the fire; earlier that week he had been attacking by a kilxeen. It ended up with him having to remove some chard skin from his backside. When he managed to get his hands on the whelp. He gave him another dose of anesthesia; putting him back to sleep. When he finally calmed down; the doctor placed him back onto the makeshift bed. He then took a quick scan of his vitals again. He saw that nothing seemed wrong with any of them. But, this was still a newly discovered species. So, for all, he knew the creature could appear to be okay. But, there could actually be something wrong with him. Many things annoyed him, varren, males fighting over females, threshermaws. Many things annoyed him but nothing more than not knowing enough. Mainly about medicine. Yes, medi-gel helped out a lot in his work. But, it meant nothing if he couldn't cure the one disease they all suffered from. He sighed again mentally choosing to not dwell on the fact any longer. When he played the whelp back down; he took a quick blood sample and walked back out.

A few hours later Spike woke again; he groaned as he sat up. One of his claw moving towards his stomach. As a surge of pain coursed through it; making let out a small hiss of pain. He looked around seeing he was still inside the hospital Wrex had brought him too. Another hiss and groan of pain escaped him as he got to his feet. His movements slow and sluggish; his body feeling as if it was experiencing a very bad cramp. He walked to the exit at the door he pushed and pulled, but the door did not open. He then started to bang his claws on the door.

He called out, “Hey! Hey!” He hit the door harder, “Hey, let me out!”

His claw then hit a button next to the door by mistake and in an instant, the door opened. He fell forward with a yell; landing flat on his face. He groaned a little and slowly got back up to his feet. He found himself in a dark hallway. He looked back and forth; he saw no light at either end.

He called out “Hello.” he heard only his own echoing voice.

For about a minute he stood completely still; looking both left and right again. Before choosing to walk right. He walked down the dark hallway the scales beneath his feet clicking on the stone floor. He another set of hallways; one to the left the other to the right. Since he went right last time this tie he chose to go right. He wandered around in the dark for an unknown amount of time. Until finally he saw what appeared to be light. Quickly he made his way to it only to be met with an unforgettable sight. Where the light was coming from was a large hole; that been blown into the side of the building he was currently in. The sight he saw outside the hole was a sight that was unforgettable. What he saw was the ruins of a destroyed city. Tall sides of buildings were all that remained of what used to be tall buildings. Rubble littered the roads below and along said roads were broken bridges. A tear fell from his left eye; he wondered what could have done this. Why would anything do something like this?

“Quite a view ain't it?”

Spike released a surprised yell as he turned around. Only to see Wrex walking out from the shadows. It took Spike a moment to calm himself down; from his almost heart attack. Once he was calmed down; Wrex walked up beside him. Both of them stared out the hole and out at the destroyed city. For a few minutes, they started out in silence.

Spike broke the silence with a single question, “Who did this?”

Wrex answered, “We did.”

To say Spike was shocked was an understatement. They did this to themselves?! Why, why would they do this? How many lives were lost, males, females, children? What was the point of all of it? He had so many questions that he needed to answer too. But, the most important question was; where was he from? He couldn't remember anything from before he met Wrex. All he could remember was waking up in a strange cave. Being attacked by those things called varren. Wrex finding him only to have him save him from a varren attack. Those were all the memories he had; he couldn't remember anything else.

Wrex noticed that Spike was lost in deep thought; he chuckled a little and walked over to him. Only to give him a quick smack to the back of his head. Spike let out a small yelp of pain before looking up at Wrex. Who smirked at him before motioning for him to follow. Wrex lead him outside and into the krogan camp. He saw a large number of krogan walking about. A few of them looked at them; while others continued doing whatever they were doing. As they walked Spike noticed a few more things. Some krogan were standing by some kind of weird machine. That would sometimes make a loud exploding noise. Others were cutting up some kind of meat. He even saw a few that had varren with them.

As they walked Spike asked, “Where are we going?”

The took a turn and began walking up a flight of stairs. Wrex answered, “I'm going to present you to the village shaman.”

Spike asked just as they reached the top of the stairs, “The village what?”

Wrex answered as they turned the corner, “The village shaman; he's one of the oldest and wisest krogan alive,” They turned another corner, “If he says your strong enough and worth the effort. You'll be sent to one of the female camps.”

Spike immediately spoke up, “But I'm a.”

Wrex interrupted him, “I know you're a male. But, all of our young are raised by the females,” He explained as they reached an area that was covered by a single torn piece of cloth, “You are too young to be inside of a male camp. If the shaman says you're krogan; then perhaps you'll return one day as one.” He finished before he lifted the cloth up and motioned for him to go inside.

Spike slowly walked inside and before a massive fire sat an aged krogan. The krogan had pale eyes as he stared forward into the fire, “Approach.” a voice spoke but Spike did not see the krogans mouth move.

Wrex waited patiently outside; although his face held no expression. On the inside, he secretly hoped that the shaman saw Spike as a krogan. He wasn't sure why he was hoping for that. But, for some reason, Spike drew something out of him. He didn't know what it was. But, It was something that the krogan needed. About an hour later Spike walked out; Wrex looked down and saw that Spike was holding something. It made him smile.

Spike looked up and held out the object in his claws, “He said I had to give this to you.” he spoke.

Wrex reached down and took the item; he then brought it up and examined it. He smiled once more before he handed it back to Spike. Who looked at him in confusion.

Spike asked, “What is this?”

Wrex answered, “That is a piece of a weapon.”

“Weapon?” Spike asked as he looked down at the thing, “What kind?” He asked.

“Your kind,” Wrex answered bluntly, “If the shaman gave you that; then that means he sees you as a krogan.” He finished before he walked forward motioning for Spike to follow him.

Spike followed him once more; this time they were heading down to an area where a lot of those strange vehicles were. As they entered the area Wrex leads them to a truck that was filled with supplies. It was heading to one of the female clans. Wrex called out to them and then once close enough; he loaded Spike onto the truck.

Spike spoke in worry, “You're not coming?”

Wrex shook his head and answered, “Grow strong Spike,” He spoke, “Hopefully one day you'll come back as an Urdnot.” He finished just as the door closed.

Wrex watched as the truck drove off into the distance. Heading towards the female camp; heading towards Spikes' first trial of the krogan. The trial every single krogan faced as children. The trial of the young. Where the weak were left behind and the strong continued on.

Spike nervously sat in the truck as it drove off. He didn't speak a single word to the driver; who just stared forward at the terrain. All he did was wonder; wonder what the shaman meant when he called him the evolution. Wondering what was going to happen to him now. And, most importantly what did Wrex mean when he said the piece the shaman gave him was his weapon. He had even more questions than answers. The only thing he could hope for was that he would grow strong. Just like Wrex hoped for.

Author's Note

Chapter 2 enjoy. thanks for the likes and comments. glad all of you like the story.