{A/N -- My first story. Never made any type of fan fiction and haven’t done creative writing in a few years. Any constructive criticism is welcome. I would also be happy if anyone knew of a better picture I could use for the cover. Thanks for reading and enjoy the story. -- A/N}
A Dragon of The Night
Chapter 1
*SMASH*
Another boulder destroyed with sheer force.
*CRUNCH*
Another tree turned to splinters.
*RREEEAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Another torrent of flame erupted from a gaping maw.
These were the sounds coming from one of the mountains near Ponyville. The source of which being a mentally strained purple dragon. Spike had been here letting out his frustration on the landscape for the past half hour. In his mind, he was exhausted. Tired of being ignored, tired of being left behind but most of all, he was tired of being under appreciated.
It had been a few months since he had started feeling this way. It had started out as a mere annoyance, a passing thought. Then it turned into a nagging noise in the back of his mind. Now it had all but taken over, and was fighting for complete control. One half of his mind trying to tell him his friends loved and cared for him. But the other was saying they did not care what happened to him, never appreciated anything he did and that he was their tool for when he was needed.
Only given attention when he was of use.
Spike was tired of being left behind when he could help, forgotten about when anything important happened, being criticized of one fault but not appreciated on the hundreds of good deeds and never being seen by anyone as more than ‘my friend Spike’ or ‘my assistant’. It was driving the dragon crazy.
With Spike’s mind having such a conflict, his body was reacting on its own. Natural dragon instincts had taken over long ago. The only thing in control now was his sub-conscious and right now, all it wanted after using so much energy on destroying the landscape was food. Gems, flowers, animals, anything that looked edible at the time he would try to devour.
So far, all of the woodland creatures had avoided him, being scared away by his loud rampage when he arrived. So instead he had a mouthful of emeralds and lilies.
After consuming a large amount of crystals and foliage, he set off for a nearby cave. Even if his mind was in turmoil, he needed sleep. Dragons naturally sleep for long periods of time, so Spike was used to being well rested and ready for whatever activities he was going to do. The past week though, he was having trouble sleeping; in recently nights, he would not get more than five hours asleep each night.
After flying to the cave and with new energy from his recent meal, Spike resumed the destruction from before. Smashing rocks, coating walls in a torrent of flame and roaring into the night. The fight still went on in his mind, with one side gaining an advantage. His negative thoughts of not being loved or respected pushing out any ideas of care or respect. He was no longer destroying the cave out of confusion, now he was fuelled by rage. Anger towards his friends for deserting him. His anger at them soon turned to anger at all ponies.
Ponies are a miserable race.
They have no care or compassion in them for others.
If they won’t care for him then why should they be allowed to care for each other?
They are evil and must be destroyed.
Dark thoughts now in control of his mind, he started to make his way back to the mouth of the cave, wanting nothing but to destroy any and all ponies in his way. Rounding the corner, there were ponies waiting for him at the entrance. All he could see was small white lights and a dozen sets of glowing golden eyes.
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Earlier that day in Canterlot
“Good evening sister.” Called Celestia. “Your letter sounded urgent. You have felt it also?” She said while nuzzling the smaller princess.
Celestia had received a letter less than five minutes ago telling her to meet her younger sister in her chambers.
“I’m afraid i have. I sensed Nightmares presence comming from Ponyville. It feels as she has not been defeated as we had thought.” Luna responded while moving, as to be beside Celestia.
“I wish it we didn't have to worry about her any longer. I have already sent a letter to Twilight and ask her and her friends if they had seen anything out of the ordinary and to send a reply if they do, though I did not specify what it was to watch out for. We both know how they would react if they were told the reason of this.” Said Celestia
“Tis’ a good idea Tia, although I think I shall go there and take a look. I will take some Lunar Guards with me though, should I need aid in searching. The power seems to be growing stronger and I have no duties scheduled for tonight.” Luna told her older sister.
“I would also go, but until we know what this is for sure I will stay here, otherwise the entire castle would go crazy if we both went missing." Both sisters chuckled lightly at this. "Just be careful little sister and don’t do anything to risky. I know you can take care of yourself but I do still worry.” Celestia advised.
“I will. And worry not, I shall return before the moonrise tomorrow. Goodbye Tia.” Said Luna as she and Celestia headed toward the door.
“Goodbye Lulu, have a safe flight.”
They gave each other one more nuzzles before going their separate ways.
After having the conversation with her sister, Luna made her way to the lunar barracks. Once she arrived, she went to her captain to obtain guards to accompany her, knowing this was not something to be taken lightly. If this was what she sensed it was, she would need more than a few guards. With 2 dozen Guards in-tow, the night princess made her way toward Ponyville, and possibly to battle.
