Lavender Scales

by Mindscape

Rating: teen
Tags: Spike, Adventure, Ember, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 14978

Twilight has never really fit in with other dragons. But things change when she meets a pony on a "friendship misson." But surely he's in the wrong place? Dragons don't do friendship.

Twilight the dragon has never really felt at home in the Dragon Lands. Unlike most dragons, she values intelligence, and is seen as a pariah for it. But things change when she comes across a purple pony named Spike, who has come to the dragon lands on a "Friendship Mission."
But he must be in the wrong place. After all, dragons don't do friendship.

Written for the Choices Species Change Contest, November 2022

(OMG, This story was featured! I'm so honoured and humbled!)

Published 2022-11-30 09:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-11-30 09:40:00 UTC

Ch 1: Dragons don't do Friendship

The dragon named Twilight was not your average dragon.

Twilight stood mostly upright on two legs and had a slender body covered in purple scales, lavender coloured to be more specific. She was thin, but not quite lanky, and her wings were small, but large enough to wrap around herself if she stretched them. She had a pair of backward pointing horns sprouting from her head, and a frill of spines made of three different shades of purple, and a few more tiny spines that ran down her back.

Of course, none of this made her unusual by any means. Dragons came in many different shapes and colours, so she was fairly average by that standard. Or rather, there was no real average, so she would be considered average by the mere notion that there was none to measure to.

She was the type of dragon to stay by her lonesome when given the choice, and didn’t get along with other dragons. Again, this wasn’t anything unusual when it came to dragons. Dragons by and large were antisocial, and their natural aggression tended to bring out the worst in each other, so many dragons staked out their own territory, gathered a hoard of gems or bits to lord over, and largely kept to themselves.

No, what made Twilight so unusual was her approach to intelligence. By which she had one. Most dragons found learning and intelligence to be a frivolous, or even poisonous thing, better to be avoided where possible. Twilight wasn’t sure where this social norm had come from, but the desire to learn anything beyond basic functioning in dragon society, made any dragon somewhat of a pariah within the Dragon Lands.

But Twilight had an insatiable curiosity, one that she largely had learned over the years to keep secret when among other dragons. While there was little she could learn within dragon culture, she often took to wandering the borders of dragon territory. She took note of the type of creatures that surrounded them, and catalogued in her mind where they lived. She often found there were more creatures that inhabited the forests on the edge of the Dragon Lands, than compared to the rocky terrain further within, so that was where she spent a lot of her time.

That was likely the only reason she had bumped into the pony now standing before her.

The pony’s coat was also purple, but a slightly darker shade than Twilight. He had a bright green Mohawk mane that reminded her of a dragon’s frill, but made of hair instead of horn or spines. He did have a single horn though, pointing out the top of his head, and unlike dragon horns, this one was the same colour as his coat. He also had a strange picture on either side of his flank. A six-pointed star surrounded by a green flame. Twilight thought the pictures was something all ponies had, but this was the first pony she had ever seen, so she couldn’t be sure.

The two of them stared silently at each other, occasionally blinking, but little else happened as though neither of them wanted to startle the other, fearing some kind of hostile reaction.

Twilight took a deep breath and exhaled, hoping to expel the disbelief of the sight before her. The pony was still there, so she figured she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Well,” she began, noting how the pony flinched at her voice. She’d always heard ponies were rather skittish. It really continued to raise questions what the heck he was doing here in the first place. “You are certainly not what I was expecting to find today.”

The pony swallowed. “Yeah, me too.” He tilted his head, as though thinking. “Well, it’s not really that I didn’t expect to find a dragon here, it’s just that I didn’t think I’d find one so soon? I mean I think I’m looking for a dragon, because of where I am, but I don’t really know. I could be looking for a pony that got lost, but somehow, I get the feeling that’s not why I’m here, you know?” he asked. “By the way, my name’s Spike,” he offered with a friendly smile. “Wow, I think I just channelled Pinkie Pie for a moment there, way to go Spike,” he added quietly to himself as his smile faltered, though his words were still loud enough for Twilight to hear.

Twilight blinked at the verbal diarrhea that had been expelled from the small pony.

“So much for ponies being skittish,” she thought to herself.

“Uh, I’m Twilight,” she offered, but then shook her head to rattle off the confusion. “Okay, so, absolutely none of that explains what you’re doing in the Dragon Lands?”

“Oh right!” the pony said, plastering a smile on his face. “I’ve come to the Dragon Lands to solve a friendship problem!”

Twilight blinked, staring at the odd pony, waiting for an explanation that didn’t seem to be coming. “Huh?”

“Uh, sorry,” he replied, scratching a hoof behind his head. “I might be a little nervous, cause this is the first time I’ve been sent on my own. Long story short, back at the castle is a magical map that sends my friends and I off all across Equestria solving problems ponies have with friendship. And I guess other creatures too? This is the first time one of us have been sent outside our borders.”

“Uh huh.” Twilight narrowed her eyes. At least he was talking at a normal rate now. The pony seemed sincere, but a kind of innocent sincerity of one that obviously didn’t know any better. “Look, I think you’re in the wrong place, because dragons don’t exactly do friendship.”

He shrugged with a know-it-all smirk. “That sounds like a friendship problem to me.”

Twilight groaned and rubbed her eyes with a claw. She could feel a migraine coming on soon. “Look pony, you’re lucky you bumped into me and not some other dragon, because anyone else probably would’ve roasted you by now.”

“Then… why haven’t you?”

The question caught her off guard a little. “I… It’s not that I wouldn’t!” Twilight blurted out. “I just don’t see the point,” she answered with a huff, facing off to the side slightly embarrassed.

Why did she care what this silly pony thought?

“Either way, it’s not going to be safe for you here, and seriously doubt you’d be able to teach dragons about friendship or whatever it is you’re here for,” she said, absently scratching her shoulder.

The pony shook his head defiantly. “Nuh uh, I’m not leaving even before I’ve found the problem I’m meant to be solving. You seem nice, can you think of anything out of the ordinary?”

“Dragons aren’t nice!” Twilight snapped.

Spike’s ears tilted back and he stepped away at her outburst. “S-sorry!” He stammered. “It’s just, you seemed a lot ni… uh, a lot less aggressive than I thought dragons were.”

Twilight huffed in frustration. “I don’t need a pony to tell how little of a dragon I am too,” she mumbled to herself. “But to answer your question; no, I can’t think of anything out of the ordinary,” she shrugged. “Everything’s normal here in the dragon lands and the dragons that live here. Same antisocial behaviour, same ashen skies, same fights, same old, same old.” She rolled her shoulders, trying to get rid of an itch that was somewhere across her back she couldn’t reach easily.

“Uh… so is that normal?”

“Is what normal?” she asked, scraping a claw across her belly. Did she touch something that was causing a reaction? She hoped she wasn’t being too obvious about her itching.

From the look of Spike’s gaze however, she probably was. “The… glowing?” he said, pointing her way.

The itching was getting worse, now using both hands to deal with it, suddenly not caring about appearances as she scratched everywhere that burned with irritation. Which was everywhere.

But Spike’s words gave her pause as she looked down at herself, finding a soft glow emanating from her scales. She gasped. “I know this! It’s the call of the Dragon Lord. But he hasn’t called all dragons since even before I was born.”

Spike raised an eyebrow sceptically. “Your leader calls for you by making your scales glow and itch?”

“You try ignoring every extremity of your body feeling like they’re burning in acid,” she snapped. Another wave of irritation ran through her body and her claws went right back to scratching every itch. “But it’s certainly a good way of getting a stubborn dragon’s attention. I need to go, it’s the only way to settle my scales if I go see what the Dragon Lord wants from us.”

“Wait, I’m coming too!” the pony leapt beside her and began to follow as Twilight turned to leave. “This must have something to do with why I was sent here.”

Twilight deadpanned as she looked his way, but didn’t stop moving. She was already starting to feel better, but still needed to dedicate some attention to her scales. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” She asked as they walked. “You’re literally walking into what could be the largest gathering of dragons in the last few decades. You lucked out finding the only dragon that wouldn’t attack you on sight once, what are you going to do when surrounded by dragons that want to see how long they can get your mane to burn before reaching the skin?”

Spike cringed at her description. “Colourful. But you don’t have to worry about me. I am a master of disguise. They won’t even know I’m there.”

Twilight wanted to convince him otherwise, but with her scales burning as they were, she couldn’t formulate a proper argument, and so just groaned in defeat. “This is a really bad idea.”

“I’m not even going to ask where you got that from,” Twilight sighed, looking at the ‘disguise’ Spike had somehow found. It was… a rock. A boxy shaped rock with flat, misshapen angles, and with a pair of holes in it for him to peek through. That said, it was a pretty convincing rock, and even managed to match the general colour of the bedrock in the amphitheatre.

“I can be resourceful,” he replied satisfied, his voice echoing slightly in the cramped space.

Twilight knocked her knuckle against the surface, resulting in a muted tap. “Is that some kind of cheap wood? Or paper?”

“Cardboard mostly.”

She was suddenly very curious whether he’d made it in the intervening time, or somehow had it already prepared before he came to the dragon lands, and now regretted saying she didn’t want to ask.

“Just… keep quiet, and hope that no dragon sneezes too close to your rock,” Twilight muttered, and she looked across the basalt amphitheatre. This was the meeting ground for when the Dragon Lord called an audience. She was still lightly glowing, but thankfully the itching had faded now that she was here.

Dragons of all shapes and sizes had arrived, many finding their own seats in solitude, but a number had begun mingling amongst themselves. Usually, one of the larger dragons with a bunch of hangers-on, trying to work their way up the pecking order by sticking with a dragon stronger than themselves.

It was one of the closest things dragons had to cooperation, but even that was a rough corruption of the general concept, with the one on top ordering around the others like servants, while they all bided their time or watched for opportunities to overthrow the leader and take their spot. It was exactly the type of social fenagling that Twilight despised, so she made every effort to minimise her contact with other dragons.

She still recognized a few groups of dragons, mostly by reputation. The closest of the problematic dragons that were hanging around closest to her was Garble, a dragon with red scales, and a yellow underbelly, frill and spines. He wasn’t particularly big or strong, and he was dumb as a rock, but he was above average and had a chip on his shoulder like he wanted to prove something, so he often asserted himself where he wasn’t wanted. Which was everywhere. It was a bit of a mystery how he got his small group to follow his lead, but they were mostly peons that sucked up to him, and inflated his ego.

Garble was mostly known for his particular hatred for ponies, even more so than other dragons, though she wasn’t sure where that hatred came from, or if he’d ever actually seen a pony. She certainly hadn’t till she met Spike, and even then, she couldn’t see why Garble would be so angry at such a pacifistic society.

Twilight took care to look small enough that she wasn’t imposing on anyone else’s space, but holding a hard enough expression to ensure they’d leave her alone. It was a tough balance that could easily attract attention if she went too hard either way. Too weak and she’d be a prime target for bullying. Too tough and others would harass her for her spot on the pecking order. She knew the song and dance well enough to play it, but it was exhausting being around other dragons, and such a high number of them in close proximity was making her anxious. Especially now that she had a ‘walking problem solver’ in the form of a pony that could destroy what little reputation she had if he was discovered.

“Also, when the Dragon Lord shows up, don’t make a noise. I’ve heard his hearing is exceptional,” She whispered. “Just like everything about him.”

“So, is the Dragon Lord like our Princess Celestia and Princess Luna?” Spike asked, seeming to ignore her suggestion to keep quiet.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “I don’t have any idea what your rulers are like,” She hushed back. “But Dragon Lord Torch the most dragon of all dragons. He’s the biggest, the strongest, and he’s lived and ruled for centuries.”

“So, why do you think he’s called you here?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know, it could be any number of things.” Twilight spared a glance around to see if anyone was paying any attention, which they weren’t so she went on. “He could be making an important announcement, declaring war on another nation, he could even just flexing his authority to remind dragons who’s in charge.”

“Wait, War!?” Spike exclaimed, a little too loudly for her liking.

Garble and some of his group being the closest to her, turned at the noise. In a panic, Twilight gave a couple of loud coughs, trying to mask Spike’s outburst. It probably worked too, but the damage had been done, and their attention was on her now.

“Well, well, looks like the little nerdling,” Garble sneered as he approached. “What are you doing here?”

Twilight crossed her arms and looked towards the throne, pointedly away from Garble and his cronies. “Garble,” she greeted curtly. “I got the call just like you did.”

“Hah, sure, I’m surprised you even got the call. I always figured you were a pony in disguise. Seriously, what kind of a name is Nightlight anyway?”

Twilight knew she should be ignoring him, but unintelligence always rubbed her the wrong way, and Garble was the worst of them. “It’s Twilight, like the time of day? When the sun is rising or setting and makes the sky light up like fire?”

“Augh, whatever,” he grumbled, and shoved her to the ground as his cronies began to laugh at her. “This is why nobody likes you nerdling, you’re hardly even a dragon.”

Twilight glared back up at him, only to swallow her retort as she watched him jump up and sit on Spike’s disguise rock. She drew a breath as it crumpled slightly under his weight, and spotted Spike’s eyes cringing in dread from behind his peepholes.

A couple of seconds passed as the other dragons continued to laugh. Garble hadn’t seemed to question the surface he was sitting on, but he looked around distracted and sniffed the air. “Yech, you even smell like a pony.”

She was almost stunned at his apparent obliviousness, but spotted an opening. “Oh really? And how do you know what a pony smells like?” She said with a sly grin. “You hang around with them so commonly you can just guess when one’s around by smell alone?”

“Hey, what are you saying?!” he growled. He was leaning over to glare at her now, just barely on the edge of the disguised rock. He just needed a little more of a push.

“You’re always complaining about their tea parties and dresses and all that, I can only imagine how long you must have stuck around them to know ponies so well,” she teased.

“Oh yeah!?” Garble leapt off the rock and stomped towards her.

One the one hand, she was able to relax that Spike was looking better and the disguise had held up. On the other hand however, she now had a wannabe alpha dragon stomping towards her.

“I only beat up ponies, not hang out with them!” he snarled at her, and she found herself taking an unconscious step backward. “Want me to show you?” He threatened.

“Well there aren’t any ponies here so get lost,” Twilight spat, hoping that her voice wasn’t cracking. “You’re just projecting and looking for a fight.”

Garble frowned and tilted his head. “Pro-whating?”

Twilight blinked for a moment, and sighed inwardly, her tension forgotten. “Augh every dragon I meet is an absolute moron. I hate this place,” she thought to herself.

After not receiving an answer, Garble snorted and shrugged. “Whatever, let’s get away from this pony stink,” he said to the others, and as one, the group left her alone.

She held her breath for a moment longer, until the other dragons had gone far enough away, before she finally let it out and relaxed.

“Phew,” she heard Spike. Obviously not alone as she had hoped. “That was a close one.”

Twilight glared at Spike through his peepholes. “Are you crazy!?” she snapped, quietly but forceful. “Do you want to be caught!?”

“But…”

“No, not another word till this is over!” she interrupted. “This is already a huge mistake, so please don’t make me regret this any further.”

Spike’s mouth hung slightly open, on the edge of speaking, but in the end, he shut his mouth and nodded meekly, eyes downturned in apology.

“Good,” she finished, turning her back on the pony and returning to the way she’d been standing earlier, putting on a frown to hopefully deter any dragon from interacting with her. Her current frustration might even help.

His response was almost quiet enough that she didn’t even hear it. “I’m sorry.”

The defeat in his voice hit her differently than she’d been expecting, and her expression softened slightly. There was genuine regret coming from the pony, and that wasn’t something she heard very often. It was the sort of response she only ever heard… from herself.

Dragons weren’t much for apologies, and every time she did so, she’d been scolded for it.

An apology is weakness. It’s submitting and accepting your place as lesser.

Or so she’d been told. It was a hard learned lesson, and one that never sat well with her. She almost turned around to reassure him, but she didn’t get the chance.

A great shadow covered the amphitheatre that silenced and drew the attention of every dragon. A wingspan the size of mountains blocked the sun, orange as deep as flame on the underwing and accents while darker swamp green scales covered most of the body of the enormous dragon. His horns were larger than his head, which already had a jaw that alone was larger than two of Twilight standing on top of each other. Over his chest was a breastplate of dark steel that would have taken dozens of regular dragons to hammer out over months, and atop his head was a crown of red crystal, large enough Twilight could hide inside, if she was feeling particularly suicidal.

“Dragons of Equestria!” the Dragon Lord Torch began, his voice echoing through the air. “Hear me! I have been Dragon Lord for longer than many of you can remember, and my reign has been extraordinary!” He took a moment for dramatic effect, but scowled in the silence that followed.

“AGREE WITH ME!” he bellowed, and the dragons quickly acquiesced with cheers and hoots as befitting their great leader. Even Twilight felt the urge to give a polite applause, though a little more restrained than most of her fellows.

Shortly after the other dragons began chanting his name, he raised a hand for silence, satisfied with the adulation.

“Unfortunately,” he continued. “According to dragon law, it is time for me to step down. Sad I know.” Again, he waited for a reaction, but when no response came he bellowed out another order.

“BE SAD!”

This one felt a little on the nose, so Twilight had a little difficulty even faking it, though a good number of the other dragons appeared to have some genuine sobbing.

“This is why I have summoned you!” The great dragon continued, silencing the sobs. “To compete for the throne, in the Gauntlet of Fire!”

There was no need for the Dragon Lord to request a cheer this time, as the news was honestly something the Dragons could get behind. However instead of excitement, Twilight felt nothing but apprehension. Dragon Lord Torch had been a firm, but stable leader for centuries. Whoever replaced him would mean change in one way or another, and any of the young dragons would be eager to flex their new authority if they achieved it.

The Lord held up a small sceptre between the tips of his claws. “Whomever has the strength and fortitude to retrieve this bloodstone sceptre from the heart of the Flamecano, will be crowned Lord of the Dragons!” From the distance, she had to squint to even see the sceptre, tiny as it was in his grip. She wasn’t sure, but Twilight thought she had heard of this sceptre before in her studies. It was supposedly discovered or created by the father of dragons and imbued the one who held it with the authority over all dragons. Though it was small in Torch’s claws now, it was likely the same one that he must have acquired when he first rose to power.

She didn’t get anymore time to analyse it however, as he turned on his throne, and with pinpoint accuracy, sent it sailing through the air towards an isolated island on the edge of the dragon territory. The sceptre itself quickly disappeared from Twilight’s vision, but the eruption a moment later, told her exactly where it had gone. The wave of heat washed over everyone and all their scales stopped glowing, letting them all know that the call had been answered, and their duty fulfilled. Also, if any dragon had been unable to join the meeting, they would now be relieved from the duty.

If any of them wanted, the dragons were now technically free to leave, but she knew the social blunder it would be if any dragon actually did so before the Lord left first, so she let out a sigh in relief, but remained in her spot.

“The Gauntlet is dangerous, for I designed it myself. Only dragons with my ferocity, strength, and determination will be able to finish. Every single dragon will gather at the cliff tomorrow, when the sun is at it’s peak, and you will prove who is worthy, of becoming the new Dragon Lord!”

The assembled dragons began to cheer in excitement, but Twilight cringed inwardly with a sigh. “But it’s supposed to be voluntary,” she mumbled.

“What was that?!” the Dragon Lord’s voice called out, piercing through the cheers and his eyes narrowed on Twilight.

The rest of the dragons immediately stopped cheering, and the ones in her immediate area stepped away in an instant as Torch glared, looming over her. Twilight felt very exposed and vulnerable all of a sudden under the attention of their ruler, and all her pho-bravado evaporated.

“Well? It wasn’t a rhetorical question,” the enormous dragon grumbled.

“Oh! uh… I’m sorry for interrupting, your lordship,” Twilight began meekly, surprised that he managed to hear her mumbling all the way at the back. “But the old laws state that participation in the trials of the Dragon Lord is meant to be voluntary.”

“What!?” The mighty dragon’s voice echoed down at her, and Twilight had to dig her talons into the ground to keep from being blown off her feet. Some part of her managed to remember Spike, and held onto the fake rock he hid under, disguising the movement as if she were bracing herself. “And how do you know this?”

Resisting the urge to block her ears, she swallowed before answering. “I’m training as a Soothsage. I’ve had to memorise a lot of the old laws.”

“Oh, I see,” Dragon Lord Torch grumbled, leaning back and saving Twilight from his voice. “You’re Cracklewing’s student aren’t you? Where is that old hag anyway?”

“Um… I imagine she’s still back at her cave?” Twilight suggested. “She broke her wing the other week and hasn’t been able to move easily while recovering.”

Torch let out a single hearty laugh. “Hah! What did she do? Use her brain too hard?” He laughed at his own joke a moment, before noticing that no one else had joined him. “BE AMUSED!” he bellowed, and the other dragons began to laugh and jeer.

Twilight could feel herself shrinking down even further under the unwanted attention, wishing she could disappear entirely.

She heard the wings of another landing nearby, and she cringed even further, tensing before whatever further humiliation she was about to be subjected to.

“Augh, give it a rest Dad, she clearly has no interest in competing.”

Twilight blinked in surprise, and saw a sharp-eyed, slender dragon only slightly larger than herself with sky blue scales and navy-blue spines landing beside her. It was a dragon she knew well, though again, only by reputation. Princess Ember herself was… standing up for Twilight?

“And besides, she has a point,” Ember said, pointing a thumb her way casually. “No point forcing the weaklings to compete if they’re just going to get themselves hurt or killed.”

“Alright fine,” the dragon lord said with a huff. “You don’t have to enter the gauntlet if you’re scared. Only the strongest dragons need apply!”

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief she’d been listened to.

“Works for me,” Ember said, taking wing. “Less competition for me to worry about.”

Ember shot off, but was quickly stopped by the Lord’s catching her in his hand. Twilight flinched in sympathy, worried the Princess was about to be crushed, but they’d obviously done this before, as when Torch opened his palm, Ember was none the worse off, other than looking up at her father with an indignant look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, looking down at the dragon in his palm.

“Fewer dragons in the competition means fewer dragons to get in my way when I win.”

“HAH! You’re not competing”

“What!?”

“You’re barely any bigger than that weakling I sent home. How could you even hope to lead?”

“You can’t be serious!?” She argued, flapping her wings and rising to point directly at his face. “I’m smarter than most of these boulder heads put together, and you know it!”

“Being smart won’t help you win. You need to be big like me to compete! Because you need to be big and strong to lead!”

“What are you talking about!?” Ember complained. “There isn’t a dragon alive that’s as big as you!”

“You’re not going anywhere! I said no!”

Princess Ember was thrown through the air from her father’s voice and caught herself a few meters back, but rather than intimidated, she just looked furious.

Twilight felt conflicted. The way the Dragon Lord was acting again conflicted the old laws, but this time she hadn’t attracted his attention yet, and she certainly didn’t want to. But Ember had stood up for her, did Twilight have the courage to do so for the Princess?

“Uh, actually…” Twilight began, finding her voice.

“What now?!” Torch bellowed, turning on the purple dragon again. “Are you still here?”

“It’s barely been a minute,” Twilight thought to herself, but didn’t voice her complaints. Instead, she took a breath to settle her nerves and drew herself up as best she could. “Just as it’s voluntary, the Dragon Lord trials are open to all dragons, regardless of age, size, or other limiting factors.”

The Dragon Lord narrowed his eyes. “Is that true?”

Twilight couldn’t stop herself from swallowing her nerves. “Y-yes. Just as the first Lord Bahamut laid down as law in ancient times.”

The ancient dragon glared down at her, a deep rumble echoing from his throat, and Twilight could swear she could see the glow of fire from his nostrils. For several seconds he didn’t move, and Twilight didn’t dare break eye contact in case he snapped at her.

But eventually he leaned back with a dissatisfied grunt. “Very well. Let it be known I am not one to ignore the wisdom of our great Father of Dragons. Any dragon may enter or not as they choose.” He turned on his daughter, still hovering in the air and pointed a single claw at her. “And as for you!” he roared. “You may enter if you really want to get beaten up by a real dragon. But when you do, I expect you to listen to the new Dragon Lord, daughter of mine.”

Unperturbed, Princess Ember snarled right back at her father. Twilight was impressed. She wasn’t sure where Ember got the nerves of steel to stare down a dragon more than ten times her size. “I won’t have to worry about that because I’LL be the one to find that sceptre first!”

“Hah! We shall see,” Dragon Lord Torch guffawed. Turning to the assembly, he addressed the rest of the dragons once more. “Remember, tomorrow at noon! Be there or surrender your claim to greatness!”

Cheers swept through the crowd once more, which he revelled in for a moment before stretching his wings. “I’m getting too old for this,” he sighed, pumping his wings and taking to the air, sending waves of rushing wind through the younger dragons, and he sailed off into the distance to wait for tomorrow.

Twilight let out a breath again, feeling the exhaustion of her anxieties catching up with her. She wanted nothing more to leave and forget the whole ordeal, but there were still so many other dragons, and she couldn’t leave Spike by himself. Instead, she took the chance to catch her breath and listen to the mood and banter of the other dragons as they slowly began to disperse.

What she heard, didn’t fill her with confidence. Almost all the younger dragons about her age had fairly immature ideas on how to flex their authority if they managed to gain the throne, and many of them were already convinced of their own victory. The most troubling theme however were the number of dragons that wanted to invade the ponies for various reasons. Stealing pillows or cakes, but the one that stood out was of course Garble, who spoke of revenge.

“Seriously, what is that guys problem?” Twilight wondered.

Sparing another glance around, no-one seemed to be taking any notice of her. “Spike,” she whispered. “How are you doing?”

He was silent for a moment, but she could see his eyes looking around from his peepholes. “Not great,” he whispered back. “Are you hearing those dragons? I wouldn’t want any of them to be the new dragon lord. What do we do?”

Twilight frowned at that. “We aren’t doing anything but waiting till more of them disperse. I can’t get you out of here without looking suspicious.”

Spike’s eyes sank to the ground, and she heard him shift, probably sitting down on his haunches. “What am I going to do?” he asked with a defeated tone to his voice. “I was supposed to be solving a friendship problem, but this is way more serious. I might have to stop a war somehow.”

She flinched at the despair in his voice and a light pain rose up in her throat. That was the second time she felt sorry for this pony.

She faced away, turning to look at the other dragons that were still leaving slowly, hoping the he didn’t see the pain in her face. Already some of the more boisterous dragons were arguing or wrestling each other, trying even now to get a leg up in the competition tomorrow.

Her wings curled around her slightly, like a blanket over her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she answered him, wishing she could do more.

But she was just one dragon, and not even a very good one at that.

It took almost an hour before Twilight felt comfortable there were few enough dragons that they wouldn’t notice the shifting rock, and she helped Spike get out of danger. He had been quiet and despondent the whole time, and it was starting to get dark. There was no way she was going to leave him helpless and alone in dragon territory, so she did the unthinkable and offered to let him stay in her cave for the night.

Spike perked up enough to thank her for the offer, and followed her quietly enough they were able to avoid attention.

One of the first problems came when she heard his stomach growling. Apparently, the pony’s friendship missions didn’t usually take more than a day, so he hadn’t brought much with him in terms of supplies. She also discovered she didn’t really know what ponies ate, as he politely declined a snack of garnets she had collected previously.

Spike insisted he would be fine, he’d gone without food before for long periods before, though he didn’t explain what he meant by that. He mostly spent the time by himself in a corner, levitating a stick with his magic and sketching on the ground, thinking about what he could possibly do to complete his mission. A few times she heard him mumbling under his breath in frustration.

Before long, night time had fallen, and it was one of those rare nights that the ash and cloud cover cleared up enough that Twilight could see the stars in the sky. She sat at the mouth of her cave home and appreciated the quiet moment.

She quite enjoyed the stars. It was something peaceful she could watch, compared to the rest of dragon life. Once, she tried to catalogue the stars positions on the ceiling of her cave. It was a monumental task, but something she actually felt accomplished, even just for the attempt. She had to smooth out the ceiling first, otherwise any marks she made would be invisible amongst the natural bumps and crevices of the stone. Then it was a painstaking effort to measure and carve each star with her claws. She knew it would be a monumental task, but after perhaps a month of work, she slowly determined it would be next to impossible, as the movement of the stars as night progressed meant she could only ever map out one section of the night sky, and the more she worked on one section, the more detail she would discover.

The work was still there, if you knew where to look.

Twilight was broken out of her reverie at the sound of clopping hooves behind her.

“So, come up with any ideas?” she asked Spike as he approached.

He sighed and lay down on his belly beside her. “Plenty of thoughts, no real ideas. I don’t think I can interrupt the Gauntlet, that would be interfering in the way another nation is governed. And while that would probably be good for us ponies to make sure whoever becomes the next dragon lord doesn’t declare war on us, I’m not sure that’s what I’m supposed to be here for.” He placed a hoof on his chin and furrowed his brow in thought. “The map always seems to know who’s needed for any mission, so there must be a reason I was sent here on my own. Something only I can do. But I don’t know what that is yet.”

“I wish I could do more to help, but this sounds completely out of my skillset,” Twilight admitted.

Spike looked at her, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “So, what is your skillset? I heard you mention you were studying to be a…” Spike furrowed his brow as he tried to recall what was said earlier. “Sooth-something? What’s that about?”

“Soothsage,” Twilight offered, leaning back against the rock wall and staring up at the stars. “It probably sounds more important than it is. Just a dragon that learns the old laws so they don’t get forgotten. In case you haven’t noticed, most dragons don’t have a high respect for intelligence or lessons, so it usually falls to the Soothsage to hold onto our history.”

“Cool.”

Twilight couldn’t keep the surprise off her face at Spike’s response and her eyes snapped his way. The smile he wore was genuine. No one had ever had that response when she told them what she was training for. “Really?” she asked, still unable to conceal her bemusement.

Spike narrowed his eyebrows at her question. “Yeah? Why not? It sounds like a really important job, and you must know all kinds of neat stories. I’m guessing you’ve read a lot of books?”

It was Twilight’s turn to frown in confusion.

“What’s a… book?”

The pony shuddered, face twisting as if they were in pain and cringed where he lay on the ground.

Twilight raised an eyeridge. “What’s wrong with you?”

Spike shook his head as if shaking off something. “I’m not sure, but something about the way you said that gave me a chill like something was fundamentally wrong with the world.”

“You ponies are weird.”

“Says the dragon that doesn’t even know what a book is,” he mumbled.

Twilight snorted and rolled her eyes, letting that one slide. The two of them sat there silently for a while, staring up at the stars.

Twilight thought for a moment. She felt oddly comfortable with the pony’s presence. Certainly more comfortable than when she was around other dragons. None of them cared what she did, or what she was learning, so she had learned to just keep quiet and stick to herself. Spike was just a pony, there weren’t really the same reason’s that stopped her talking to other dragons.

“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?” she found herself asking. The question should horrify her to voice. It was revealing such a weakness, opening herself to vulnerability, but for once she didn’t care.

“Every day of my life.”

Twilight looked over in surprise at the pony’s response. Despite the melancholy of the past few hours, his words still seemed completely out of character for him considering his upbeat attitude when they first met. A moment later he blinked in surprise and seemed to realize what he had just said. “Wait! That sound’s worse than it is!” he waved a hoof defensively. “That’s not what I meant, just forget it, it’s not important!”

She chuckled despite herself. “I don’t think so, you can’t leave me hanging like that,” She snorted. Twilight took a softer tone and asked “Come on, what’s up?”

Spike had a guilty look on his face that he tried to hide. “It’s not that bad. I just… I don’t even know.” He gave a sigh and looked down at his hooves. “I guess I just feel overwhelmed. Ever since the day I got my cutie mark, I’ve felt like I’ve been struggling to keep up with everypony’s expectations.” Spike gave a shrug and a nervous laugh. “I mean, I guess I have met them. I’m Princess Celestia’s personal student, I became the Element of Magic, and my friends and I have saved Equestria from all sorts of threats and problems.” His smile faded and became a frown. “Though it was always a struggle, often a close thing. As weird as this is going to sound, I almost feel like all this was supposed to happen to somepony else? Like I’m some kind of imposter. If that makes sense?”

“Sounds like you’ve got the opposite problem I have,” Twilight snorted sourly. “No one has any real expectations of me. Even my teacher, Cracklewing, makes a show of being surprised every time I show up to a lesson, saying she expected I would’ve given up by now. If I up and disappeared tomorrow, I don’t think anyone would even notice.”

She got to her feet and began pacing out her frustration. “I just feel so… bored here. I have an intellect that far outpaces every dragon my age, and even most of the dragons our parents age, but I have barely anything to do with it. And that’s not even hyperbole, or arrogance, I am literally smarter than everyone surrounding me, because they literally see intelligence as a bad thing! All dragons care about are being strong and showing off with pathetic attempts to impress each other with bravado and big-headedness.”

Twilight took a breath to relax and stop herself getting too worked up. There was still that anxious energy, but it began to settle. “Something’s going to change with whoever the new Dragon Lord becomes. All the dragons competing are young and have something to prove. And no matter who it is… it’s not going to be good. I don’t… I don’t like change.”

She could feel a hotness in her eyes, but she squeezed it down, and refused to let any tears show.

Dragons didn’t cry.

She stood there, containing her emotions, but jumped slightly when she felt a touch on her side. She found Spike had stepped up to her and was resting a hoof on her side with a sympathetic look on his eye. He couldn’t reach her shoulder, so it was probably as high as he could manage.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, attempting to keep her voice strong.

“Just… trying to help?” he offered. “Trying to show you some comfort?”

It was something about the way he looked, that the heat in her eyes came back. How was he making this even harder?

She stepped to the side with a turn of her head, hiding her face from him. “W-well don’t. It’s weird.”

“Sorry,” he said meekly, and again a pang with through her eyes. “I guess I don’t understand dragons that well.”

“I just don’t like change, that’s all,” She insisted. “It means things are different, and I prefer everything in order. Change disrupts that.”

“Well, if you don’t like change, then why don’t you make sure it’s a change you could like?”

Twilight huffed derisively. “Yeah? And how could I manage that? I’m just one dragon, and barely even a good one.”

Spike went silent from that comment. Then his eyes lit up in excitement as he looked up at her. “What if you became the Dragon Lord?!”

Twilight’s eyes bugged out of her head at the suggestion. “Wh-what!? You have got to be kidding!”

“I’m serious,” Spike insisted. “You said it yourself, all of those other dragons would make a horrible Dragon Lord. This must be what I’m here for. What the map sent me here to do!”

“But I can’t!” She said, stepping back. Clearly the pony had no idea what he was suggesting.

“Well why not?”

“I… I couldn’t possibly win the contest. I’m the least dragon-like dragon ever.”

“But if you did and became the new Dragon Lord, then you’d be the most dragon of all dragon. Everyone else will look up to you on how to be the best dragon they can be!” Spike argued, becoming more animated as he convinced himself.

It was wrong, it was so wrong she didn’t even know how to explain it. Her as the Dragon Lord? It was preposterous. “But how could I get them to listen to anything I say? none of them would ever believe in me.”

“I believe in you.”

Those simple words pierced through her cleaner than anything else he said that night. The sincerity behind his words floored Twilight where she stood, and she was struck dumb. Nobody had ever had any kind of faith in her before. And the words kindled something inside her.

“Don’t you think there would be a few things you’d change if you could?” Spike asked.

Twilight thought about what it could mean. Her as the Dragon Lord? She was one of the worst dragons when it came to it. She’d always tried to change herself more to fit in, but it never seemed to stick. But the idea sparked one thought in her mind. A thought that now it came to her, it wouldn’t leave her alone.

“What if I could change what it meant to be a dragon?”

Author's Note

This uh... this got big. So I decided to split it into two chapters.

But yeah! Twilight is a Dragon and Spike a Pony, and Twilight is going to become Dragon Lord?!?

This can either go very well, or horribly catastrophic. And I for one am here to see it all explode spectacularly! :trollestia:

Ch 2: The Gauntlet

The ash and clouds had returned the next day, and though it was hard to see the position of the sun, all the dragons interested had gathered by the cliff that separated the mainland from the Flamecano island.

Most of them wore some form of metal armour to protect them from the type of dangers within the flamecano that scales alone would not be suitable, though a few had opted to go without.

A few notable dragons were there waiting for the start of the contest. Ember stood there confident, her helmet currently held under her arm as she scanned the crowd and tried to judge the competition. Garble was there too, though far more relaxed. He was one of the dragons that had decided to forego armour in favour of trusting his scales to keep him safe.

They all gathered under the scrutinizing eye of Dragon Lord Torch. Although currently his gaze was drawn to one dragon in particular.

“What are you doing here weakling? I thought we agreed you didn’t have to come?”

Maybe it was the fact this time she came with a purpose, or maybe she was just getting used to being under the heavy gaze of the Dragon Lord, but Twilight managed to mostly keep her composure this time. “We agreed that participation was voluntary,” She replied. “Well, here I am, volunteering.”

She heard Garble snort behind her. Of course he was going to make a comment. “Since when did you grow a spine?”

Twilight smiled, still riding high on the excitement. “In case you hadn’t noticed,” she began, turning her back directly towards him, “I have several.”

“Uh, I meant a backbone,” he said lamely.

“I know, and I chose to ignore it.”

“Enough!” Torch said, drawing their attention. “All dragons are welcome to compete, but they do so at their own peril. The flamecano is filled with traps and obstacles I have designed, and any one of them could kill a lesser dragon in an instant!”

Twilight’s excitement faltered as she remembered exactly what was at stake. This wouldn’t be some casual flight, there was real danger here.

Torch pulled himself up to his full stature. “The Gauntlet of Fire begins now! The one who retrieves the Bloodstone Sceptre shall be your new Dragon Lord!” He bellowed, officially beginning the challenge by launching a gout of flame that split the sky.

As one, the assembled dragons flapped their wings, jostling each other as they took to the air, some even throwing a sucker punch or sneak attack to hamper their rivals.

Twilight made her way to the edge, sidestepping other dragons, but didn’t lift off just yet, instead she waited a moment, letting other dragons get ahead as she scanned the ocean surface. Last night, she’d done some research, and so she was aware of some of the dangers, if not all of them.

Then she saw the first of the shadows underwater. Long swimming shapes just under the surface. The Bane-Eels erupted from the water, shooting gushes of water directly up at the flying dragons, occasionally knocking one out of the air.

Twilight counted them carefully and leapt into the air. She was trailing at the back of the pack, but as long as she recognized the signs of a Bane-Eel before it emerged and fired, she should be safe.

Comparatively, most of the other dragons were simply gunning it for the island, or panicking and swerving on reactions alone, crying out in surprise or shock whenever a dragon was struck by the projectile. It wasn’t going well for them, as many flying in a straight line were easy targets for the predatory fish, while those panicking made little ground.

Twilight kept her eyes on the ocean surface, watching carefully for the shadows and steering clear, as well as glancing ahead of her to avoid the floundering dragons.

“Come on Twilight, slow and steady” She chanted to herself in her head.

“Augh!”

The voice came from nearby, and drew Twilight’s attention. She recognized the voice, as well as recognizing the limp form that sailed past her, crashing into the water.

She gasped in realization when Ember continued to sink under the surface. “She was knocked unconscious! Her armour is going to drag her to the bottom and she’ll drown!”

Twilight stopped where she was and looked around. It didn’t seem any other dragon had noticed or cared about their princess, not even Torch seemed to be making any movement from his place back on the mainland, simply staring out at them with a stern frown.

There was nothing for it. She’d be wasting time, but she had to do something. Tilting sharply, she narrowed her body like a bullet and pierced the surface of the waves.

The impact with the water was harsher than she’d expected. She knew theoretically how to dive, but it was different actually doing it, and she was left disoriented for a moment under the water, but she still managed to find Ember in the gloom and pulled her back to the surface. Lifting her mouth above the water, but unable to fly while holding so much extra weight, Twilight began the slow swim the rest of the way to the island.

“Augh, what was I thinking?!” Twilight groaned as she pulled Ember to the lonely shore. She coughed out some water that seeped into her lungs and looked up to see a large number of dragons flying overhead towards the next challenge. “I wasted what little lead I had managed completely.”

“But you did the right thing,” Spike said.

“AH!” Twilight leapt back in surprise to find Spike standing right beside her. “Wha… Spike!? How did you… what are you doing here!?!” She asked, looking around for any sign of how he made his way all that way completely dry and unscathed.

“I can’t interfere with the Gauntlet, but there’s nothing stopping me from cheering you on,” he said gleefully. “But like I was saying, you did the right thing, you saved Ember’s life!”

Another coughing at her feet reminded her of Ember, and she helped Ember take her helmet off and roll onto her knees so she could throw up the seawater she had swallowed. “Are you okay?” She asked.

Ember weakly glared at Twilight. “ugh, what are you even doing?”

Twlight huffed. “I’m starting to wonder that myself.”

“I don’t need your…” she stopped when she spotted the second figure beside them. Ember leapt to her feet and pointed accusingly “A Pony!? What are you doing here!?”

Twilight lowered Ember’s hand with her own, reassuringly. “It’s fine, he’s not here to interrupt anything, just watch.”

“Yeah, that and support my friend from the sidelines,” Spike added cheerfully.

Ember’s brow furrowed. “Friend? Dragon’s don’t do friends.”

Twlight sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I told him too. He’s not the best at listening.”

“Hey,” Spike frowned.

“Augh, I don’t have time for this!” Ember grumbled, turning away and spreading her wings.

“Wait,” Twilight urged.

“I’m not waiting around for you, that sceptre is mine and I’m not…”

“You’re not going to get it,” Twilight interrupted her.

Ember turned around with a snarl on her face. “What did you say?”

“I’m not finished,” Twilight stated with the same, calm demeanour. “I’m saying you can’t get the sceptre, not as you are. You’re not strong enough.”

The blue dragon flared her wings, and licks of flame danced between her teeth. “Are you saying I’m weak?!”

“Yes,” Twilight said flatly, surprising Spike, who stepped back a hoof. “But so am I.”

Ember blinked, taken aback a moment by the blunt admission. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously a moment later. “What are you playing at?”

“We’re both weak, or at least seen as such by the rest of the dragons, and especially by the current Dragon Lord.” Ember snorted at the mention of her father, but otherwise kept her silence. “Neither of us are as strong, or as swift as most of the other dragons in this contest. So instead, we need to play to the strengths we do have. Our intelligence, and for that reason, I propose… an alliance.”

Twilight reached out her hand in a gesture of goodwill, but kept the serious look on her face the entire time.

Ember for her part, eyed the hand and Twilight, measuring her up. “There’s only one sceptre, only one of us could be Dragon Lord in the end.”

“Exactly, which is why the moment either one of us first spot the sceptre, it’s every dragon for herself. As long as we’re clear on that from the start, neither of us can claim the other betrayed them. But before that, we work together, helping each other get further in this challenge than either of us could alone.”

“Why should I listen to you?” Ember questioned. “What good are you if you admit you can’t even keep up with me?”

Twilight anticipated something like this, and had a rebuttal prepared already. “A second pair of eyes will always help in avoiding the various traps your father has set up for us. But more than that, I’m studying to be a Soothsage, remember? This island shows up in a number the old laws, and it’s been mapped for posterity. I’ve never been here before, but I have memorized those maps. There are innumerable chambers you could search and never find the sceptre, but based on how Dragon Lord Torch delivered the sceptre here, I can calculate the position to a couple of rooms.”

Ember blinked in surprise and looked down at the offered hand. “You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

A crash nearby broke them from their conversation as a boulder slammed on the sand nearby. The three of them looked further up the island to see dragons ducking and weaving around boulders being tossed by enormous beasts.

“Those Slingtails will be an issue,” Twilight stated. “They’re surprisingly accurate, but keeping our distance while we look for an opening will give us plenty of reaction time.”

“Our distance?” Ember questioned suspiciously. “I didn’t agree to anything yet.”

Twilight gave the other dragon an appraising look. “Does that mean you refuse my offer? Or shall we shake and get a move on?” she asked, raising her hand again.

Ember’s mouth twisted frustrated as she looked up the island again. “Fine!” she said finally, grasping Twilight’s hand in her own. “But we only work together till the sceptre is in reach.”

They shook once and released. “That was the deal.”

Ember picked her helmet from the ground and put it back on. “Come on, let’s look for an opening like you said.” And with that, she leapt into the air.

Twilight relaxed, letting out a breath and softened her features. Holding that attitude had taken a bit out of her.

“I told you!” Spike said gleefully. “It’s not that hard to make friends.”

Twilight rolled her eyes with a sigh. “That was a temporary alliance Spike. It’s not friendship, but it’s probably the closest any dragon will probably do. Unless something happens before we reach the sceptre, there’s going to be a fight.”

The pony’s face fell. “But… you’ll be working so well together?”

Twilight shook her head. “I know you want some friendship lesson or problem to solve Spike, but that’s a pony thing, and we’re dragons. We don’t do friendship.”

“Are you coming or not!?” Ember called from the air, impatient at the delay.

Twilight said no more and hardened her expression again, leaping into the air and taking wing to catch up with Ember.

Twilight and Ember huffed from stress and exhaustion at the foot of the tunnel just past the Slingtails. “Okay, that was a little more harrowing than I expected,” Twilight exclaimed. “It’s one thing to hear about their accuracy, but another thing entirely to be on the receiving end.”

She was still stunned at just how many other dragons had been knocked back down to ground level by a boulder larger than both of them combined. Twilight found it amazing they’d managed to avoid everything together. She could only imagine how many dragons had already given up from injuries alone.

“Yeah,” Ember agreed. “You made some good calls back there. I thought you were a coward, but turns out you’re pretty good at keeping a cool head under pressure.”

“No kidding, I was just watching, and I was really impressed!”

The two of them startled at the log that spoke to them in Spike’s voice. Twilight could see the smile from his eyes through a pair of peepholes and he was somehow waving a branch from inside to catch their attention.

“What?” Ember exclaimed. “But how did you…”

“Don’t ask,” Twilight groaned, raising a claw to interrupt. “I don’t think we’ve got the time. The Shifting Spines are next, and we’ll need precision and timing to get through safely.”

Ember cringed. “Do I want to know what that means?”

“Probably not, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

They were interrupted by a scorching sound as an eruption of flame shot out of the cave, just above their heads. A couple of dragons that had been flying past were thrown entirely out of the cave, badly singed and sent sailing back to the start of the island.

They both blinked in surprise. “Oh yeah, and fly low,” Twilight suggested. The Flamecano is constantly erupting out of every opening, and it burns hot enough to singe even dragon scales.”

Ember’s face was a mix of confusion and deep concern. “Noted.”

“Good luck girls!” Spike the log cheered after them as they rushed into the depths.

Twilight had had better days. She was tired, singed, and everything hurt from exhaustion and exertion. But weirdly enough, she felt accomplished. Progressing past the Shifting Spines, the Crushing Crystals, lava geysers and constantly evading the flamecano eruptions had been the most activity she’d ever done, but somehow between the two of them, they’d made it to the Crevice of Chambers. A maze of openings and false corridors to leave any dragon confused and lost for hours. Bridges and pathways scattered about the winding passages, many circling back to where they started.

But most of all, there didn’t appear to be any other dragons in sight. Unless another dragon had managed to get incredibly far ahead, Twilight and Ember were solidly in the lead.

“Hi girls!”

The two dragons looked up to a higher ledge to find the same purple pony waving down at them with a broad grin on his face.

Ember frowned. “Seriously, how does that pony keep getting ahead of us like that?”

Twilight shrugged, starting to get used to the absurdity that was Spike. “Not sure, but I think I heard once that the horned ponies can actually teleport. Maybe that has something to do with it.”

“No kidding? Guess it’s a good thing he’s not after the sceptre,” she smirked. “Can you imagine if a pony came back with the sceptre? My dad would flip out.”

Twilight found herself giggling despite herself. “Considering how little he seems to know about the old laws, do you think he’d believe me if I said it was a valid result?”

Ember burst out in laughter, almost bringing herself to tears. “Oh my gosh! I would love to see that!”

Spike carefully leapt down step by step until he met the dragons on their level, but he tilted his head in confusion at their laughter. “Did I miss something?”

She couldn’t help but laugh as well at the face he was making. Twilight would never admit it, but there was something adorably endearing about the way the pony looked. He was just so innocent.

“Uh, not that I’m glad you two are getting along, but shouldn’t you get a move on?” he said, looking around. “Who knows when another dragon could show up?”

As if on cue, an angry voice echoed from the caves behind them. “Augh, I hate this place! OW!”

“Pony’s got a point,” Ember said, suddenly serious again. “You’re the expert, which path should we take?”

Twilight stepped forward, casting her gaze over the grey, white stone and the many openings. She had been keeping a mental map in her mind as they’d been travelling for this moment. Almost every path had been carved to disorient any dragons who came through, leading them back to the central cavern without them realizing. Judging the distance they’d already travelled, and estimating how deep any tunnel could go before looping back, she eliminated a handful right off the bat.

“Come on,” She urged, moving forward with intention, looking around for anything that would serve as a landmark. “We have to find an opening close to the centre of the flamecano, that’s the only place it could have dropped from the outside.”

“How can we tell?” Ember asked, taking to the air and scanning the openings. “They all look the same, or at least similar enough.”

“It’ll be on the ground level, close to where the eruptions occur,” Twilight said. Her eyes fell upon a slightly larger opening, tucked away in a corner, and within was a dull glow of lava. “There!” she called, pointing and dashing towards it.

Spike and Ember followed closely behind, entering an elaborate cavern bathed in a deep orange glow. A thin bridge of stone wound its way over a wide pool of lava to a central platform, on top of which was a deep red crystal growth. And there, resting on its side, caught within the edges of the crystal growth was the Bloodstone Sceptre.

Twilight ground to a halt before the bridge that would take them the final distance, and the other two caught up and stood either side of her.

“There it is,” she said, the weight of the moment finally coming to her. The end was in sight, the struggles, the danger, it had all led up to this point.

“You found it!” Spike said excitedly. “And you’re first! There aren’t any other dragons in sight.”

“Yeah,” Ember said, a hint of melancholy seeping into her voice. “I guess we did.”

Spike looked at her strangely. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s a shame really,” Ember stated, rolling her shoulders. “I was… almost starting to have fun.”

Twilight looked down, her gaze drifting across the lava below them. “Yeah, me too.”

“I don’t understand, why aren’t you more excited?”

The moment she turned to reply to Spike, she felt a striking pain across the back of her head.

Twilight had known it was coming, just not in what form. She should’ve known where the sucker punch would hit her as soon as she exposed a weakness. The pain in the back of her head hurt terribly, but somehow, the pain in her chest hurt even more.

She knew it was coming, it was part of the deal she laid out from the start. She couldn’t even call it a betrayal, really. So why did it still sting so much to lose that trust she had built with Ember?

Twilight was thrown forward, almost falling over Spike, but she planted her talon firmly on the ground before her and twisted to lash out at her attacker before Ember escaped.

Ember had taken to the air immediately, so Twilight barely managed to grab Ember’s tail as she tried to escape.

“Rrgh, let GO!” Ember snarled back, as Twilight dragged her down, ruining her flight as they both came crashing down on the bridge, half way to the prize.

They both grunted as they hit the ground, but weighed down by her armour, Ember seemed hit the ground a little harder and took longer to get up.

Twilight took the opportunity and threw herself onto Ember, the two of them wrestling to gain the upper hand.

Claws swiped at each other, scales started breaking, and somewhere in the middle Ember’s helmet came off but neither managed to do much damage to the other. Ember glared bloody murder at Twilight, and she could only imagine the look on her own face as they struggled with each other.

Spike gasped and danced back when Twilight almost fell over him, and was shocked when she turned around with such ferocity at Ember, and how quickly they started fighting. He could do nothing but watch as the two of them crashed to the ground, barely inches from falling into the lava.

“No!” Spike cried out, wanting to help, but unable to or risk interfering. “You can’t fight now! You’re so close!”

“A pony!?” came a now familiar voice behind him.

“Uh oh,” Spike uttered as he turned around to find Garble staring down at him.

He stepped forward, appearing even more imposing than usual under the glow of the lava around them. “I knew if I followed the sound of fighting I’d find something, but what the heck is a pony doing here!?”

Spike stepped back a short way, daring a glace back behind him, but there was so little space before the edge, he had nowhere to go. “I’m not here to interfere, I swear!” he promised.

“I don’t care about that,” Garble growled menacingly, the tips of his mouth curving into a cruel smile, misshapen teeth glowing ominously in the light of the lava. He chuckled to himself and cracked his claws. “I’m just going to enjoy this.”

“Oh boy.”

The two of them wrestled on the ground, Twilight felt more of her scales break, and was sure she was bleeding from her claws where they had to grab Ember’s spiky tail. But she pushed through the pain. She knew she wasn’t as strong as Ember, so she had to press the advantage while she had the upper hand.

Her claws grasped around Ember’s neck and began to squeeze. Ember scrabbled on the ground, trying to find purchase to move. Her tail whipped around, striking Twilight with little effect, and her wings flapped uselessly between the ground and the rest of her body.

“that’s right, focus on my claws around your neck. Panic and lose track of how much air your loosing” Twilight thought, focusing every iota of her concentration on the fight. “Just lose consciousness, it’ll be best for all of us!”

Ember spat fire at Twilight, but it was little more than an annoyance to another dragon, especially a firebreath so unfocused and imprecise.

The armour around Ember’s neck made this more difficult, but it was the best chance she had.

“Why do you even care?” Ember spat at the lavender dragon through her clenched throat. “You’re nothing but a wannabe Soothsage! Why would you do this?! Why take this from me?!”

“Because I’ve never had anyone believe in me before!” Twilight yelled, the answer surprising even herself. The words spilled out of her mouth, only consciously realizing the full truth as they did, fueling her hands around Ember’s neck with determination. “If I do this, I can be free! I can do what I want and no-one can tell me otherwise. No dragon can tell me I’m silly, or stupid, or foolish for wanting to act like, or be like something other than a dragon!” She felt a hot wetness running down her cheeks, but ignored it, focusing on anger to pull her through.

“Free?” Ember struggled in Twilight’s grasp. “If you become dragon lord you’ll just be stuck here for the rest of your life with the responsibilities! I thought you’ve never felt at home here, and now you want to be trapped?”

“If I’m in charge I can delegate!”

“Aaah!”

The familiar voice that cried out in distress snapped Twilight out of her frenzy, and a chill went down her spine. “Spike?” she turned, only to find Spike had slipped off the path with only his front hooves clinging to the edge, rivets being dug into the dirt, and Garble standing over him menacingly.

“No,” she gasped quietly, suddenly struck by indecision.

Her grip lessened, and Ember took the chance, grasping her helmet where it lay on the ground and swung it hard into Twilight’s cheek.

The blow knocked her to the ground, her ears ringing from the impact.

Twilight struggled to her knees, desperately trying to get her world to stop ringing and focus her vision from the blur it had become from the blow.

As reality came back into focus, she found Ember coughing on the ground next to her, barely able to stand.

Twilight’s eyes darted to the sceptre. She had a clean run. She could make it. She could be fix everything she knew was wrong with the Dragon Lands.

But on the other side, there was Spike, holding on for dear life. And Garble was right there.

She had no time to deliberate. Twilight was literally halfway between two paths. A practical crossroad stood before her, and she had to make the ultimate choice.

“Ha ha!” Garble laughed as Spike scrabbled on the edge.

Spike tried to push himself back up to safety, but his hind legs couldn’t find purchase on the fragile rockface. Glancing down, Spike could feel the heat of the lava below him. If he could concentrate, he might be able to teleport back to safety, but the panic was making it harder,

“This is almost too easy, you’re not even fighting back,” Garble laughed, and Spike looked back up to the gruff dragon. “This is just the start too,” he said, leaning down with a cruel smile. “Once I’m Dragon Lord, I’m gonna get all the dragons together to finally put you dumb ponies in your place.”

“But why?” Spike begged. “Why do you hate ponies so much? What did we ever do to you?”

Garble came to a stop, staring down at Spike with contempt. He stared for a moment in silence, but then shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh, it’s something to do.”

Spike blinked in confusion, not sure if he’d heard him right. “Wait… what?”

Garble laughed. “What? You think there’s some deep emotional deal or something happened in my past so I’ve sworn vengeance or some dumb stuff like that? I couldn’t care less! You ponies are weak, you’re pathetic and it makes me sick to my stomach that somehow, you’re supposed to be so special and wonderful. Dragons are superior, period! And it’s about time you learned your place!”

Garble lifted his foot, ready to smash down on Spike.

“NO!”

“huh?” Garble stopped with his foot still in the air and looked towards the source lamely, only to be knocked aside, sailing over the edge and down past Spike after Twilight came crashing into him. The dragon, caught off guard as he was, wailed as he fell and fell into the lava with a wet splat.

Spike gasped as he watched Garble quickly sink below the surface, and again as he felt a pair of claws grasp his front legs.

“I’ve got you Spike, just hold on!” Twilight exclaimed, pulling him back to safety. Now with the added support, he was able to finally get the leverage on his back hooves and clamber up to safety.

Panting heavily, he looked up to Twilight to find she was doing the same. She was bleeding from her side, and a lot of her scales looked damaged, but it was more than that. There were tears streaming down her face. “T-Twilight!? You saved me!”

“Of course I did!” she blurted out. “I’ll admit, I still don’t get any of it, caring about others or working together for the sake of working together or… or, any of this friendship stuff. But letting him do that to you was just…” she was starting to hyperventilate as everything felt like something was crumbling down inside of her.

Dragons were strong. Dragons didn’t care. Dragons stood alone. Dragons didn’t cry. Dragons didn’t do friendship.

And she hated it.

“I just couldn’t let him hurt you!” She sobbed. “I don’t know what it means to be friends, but I want to try because… because… I just want something to change!”

“I’m glad really, but…” Something was wrong, Spike was looking at Twilight like he was afraid of her, and he stepped back away from her.

Twilight’s breath caught in her throat. Had she done something wrong? Barely a few minutes into the new world of friendship, and she had already messed something up.

“You didn’t have to kill him!” he said finally.

Twlight frowned, the high emotion of the moment swiftly replaced with confusion. “What? No I didn’t!”

“But the lava!”

A coughing from the side drew both their attention as Garble hovered in the air, spitting out lava from his lungs, with splashes of molten rock dripping off his scales and flapping wings. “The heck are you doing? Are you seriously taking the pony’s side?”

Spike slapped a hoof to his forehead. “Oh right. Dragon,” he deadpanned.

Garble landed with a wet thud on the ground before them, as the last of the lava splattered off his scales and sizzled on the stone. Twilight instinctively stood between him and Spike, spreading her wings defensively.

“Stay away from him!” she yelled, the ferocity in her voice surprising Garble who pulled back a fraction, before frowning in irritation. She honestly wasn’t sure what she could do if Garble actually decided to fight her. He was much bigger than Ember, and Twilight only got the upper hand over her by chance. There was no question that if it came down to a fight, Garble would win.

But she would make him work for it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he groaned. “You’re defending that pathetic little pony?”

“Don’t call him pathetic!” Twilight snapped. “Spike is my friend!”

“What is wrong with you?” Garble snapped back. “Dragons don’t do friendship!”

“Well maybe we should!”

“Shut up both of you!” Ember yelled at them.

Garble pointed at the source without looking and yelled back “Stay out of this princess, I don’t care what you have to say.”

“That wasn’t a request,” she calmly yet firmly stated. “It was an order.”

The three of them all turned slowly to the voice that suddenly held a lot more authority. There was Ember, still slightly scuffed from her fight with Twilight, her helmet still hung under one arm, but in her other hand was the Bloodstone Sceptre slightly glowing with a soft magic.

Flames of magic pooled around the sceptre for a moment, before erupting in a pulse and filling the chamber with light. The chamber, and likely the whole island rumbled as in announcing there was a new master of dragons.

“KNEEL!” she bellowed, her voice amplified by the chamber, and the two dragons complied instantly, dropping to their knees. Twilight wasn’t sure if it was a magical component of the sceptre, an inherent nature of dragons to follow the orders of the Dragon Lord, or if Ember was just really intimidating right now.

Regardless, Ember pulled back slightly in surprise, but a smile quickly followed. “Huh, I think I’m starting to see why he enjoys this now,” she said, glancing at the sceptre in her grasp.

Dragon Lord Ember flew over to where they were, and Twilight could now see in greater detail the damage she had done in their fight. Ember had a swollen eye, and one of the spikes on her tail had been ripped, as well as a hole in one of her wings. Her armour had taken the brunt of Twilight’s attacks, but the neckplate was certainly dented and she could see some rough edges around the scales on her neck. It was all superficial and would heal in time, but it still crushed Twilight to see what she had done in the heat of the moment

“Garble,” Ember started. “You’re a sorry mess. It’s funny, if you’d just ignored the pony, you had a perfect opportunity to grab the sceptre for yourself while Twilight and I were fighting. What do you think you’ve learned from this?”

Garble hesitantly looked up at Ember. “Learned?”

“Yes, learned!” She snapped. “Dragons have been too stupid for too long, so I’m going to get you numbskulls to actually learn something for once! Starting with you! Now what did you learn? What would you do differently?”

“Uh…” Garble looked around frantically, trapped in a situation he clearly wasn’t built for. “I guess… I’d shove him in the lava earlier?”

Spike pulled back with a disgusted look on his face, and Ember rolled her eyes. Or at least her good eye. “Well, I guess it’s something, just not the direction I was hoping.” Pointing her claw at him she continued. “Maybe learn that picking fights with ponies for no reason is a bad idea. And as punishment, I want you to apologize to him.”

“What!?” Garble leapt back. “Apologize!? To a pony?!”

She brandished the sceptre before her with a vicious smile. “Yes.”

Garble turned around, grumbling the whole time. He crossed his arms and didn’t even look Spike in the eye as he mumbled almost imperceptibly. “…sorry.”

“Wow, that was honestly pathetic,” Ember deadpanned. “Okay new plan,” she said, turning to face Spike. “Pony, or… Spike was it?”

“Yeah, that’s my name,” he replied, unsure where this was going.

“Cool. How about you decide Garble’s punishment?” she grinned.

“What?!” both Garble and Spike exclaimed at once.

Ember simply nodded as her grin grew wider.

Spike thought for a moment, and then a grin grew on his face to match Ember’s. “Okay, Garble, you are to go home, and give every dragon you meet on the way a hug.”

“What!? No way!”

“And,” he added. “You’re not allowed to tell them why.”

Ember burst into laughter. “Hah! I love it. You heard the pony Garble. Off you go.”

“But…” he looked around for some way out of it, but finding none he slumped in defeat and marched off, grumbling the whole way.

“And as for you Twilight.”

Twilight flinched where she was still kneeling. She’d managed to escape attention so far, but expecting to be ignored entirely had proven to be nothing more than a hope.

She looked up at the new Dragon Lord apprehensively, who stared down critically at her in turn.

Silence held the air, and the tension was palpable. Spike shifted uncomfortably, and was about to speak up for Twilight, but Ember raised a hand to silence him, without even breaking eye contact.

Eventually, Ember’s face softened into another smirk, and she rubbed a claw under her swollen eye. “You’ve got a pretty decent right hook there.”

“Ember?” Twilight questioned.

“You can stand up now,” Dragon Lord Ember told her, and she did so, rising to stand eye to eye. “You confused me too. I saw you. Just like Garble, you had the opportunity to grab the sceptre for yourself. But you didn’t make a mistake in the heat of the moment. You actively chose to stop Garble instead. Why would you do that? You could’ve had everything, but instead you gave it all up.”

“Well,” Twilight said, taking glance back toward Spike, who beamed back at her with a grin that filled her with a funny kind of warmth. She smiled, feeling more satisfied than she ever had felt before. “I think I found something more important.”

Ember gave a friendly snort. “More important than everything huh? It’s weird, but seeing your face right now? It almost makes me feel like I somehow got the short end of the stick.” She looked down at the sceptre in her grasp. “Maybe there’s something to this whole friendship thing after all.”

Twilight nodded. “Maybe there is.”

The reveal of the new Dragon Lord to the old, went about as Twilight expected. Torch complained, Ember stood up for herself, Torch accepted the result, and declared Dragon Lord Ember a worthy successor.

And Twilight happily stayed well away from the spotlight, slinking quietly away to her cave. She had other things to focus on. Namely keeping Spike safe, away from the other dragons.

Though that wouldn’t be a problem forever. Ember had promised that she was going to get the dragons to play nice with ponies. Of course, Twilight suggested she wait a little before making that particular announcement. While Garble had lost some of what little respect other dragons had for him thanks to the hugging punishment, he still knew how much Spike was involved near the end, and he could accuse the ponies of interfering if she announced it too early.

Ember didn’t like the idea that any dragon would take Garble at his word, but she listened to the Twilight’s advice and would keep quiet for now.

“Well, that was an adventure,” Spike said as they entered Twilight’s home. “And I should know, I’ve been on a few of them.”

“Certainly more exciting than I’m used to,” Twilight said, stretching through the pain of exhaustion in her muscles. “I hope you don’t mind if I avoid any epic adventures in the near future. I think I’ve had enough excitement for a lifetime.”

Spike gave a shrug. “Eh, you get used to it. Though we usually get a few days to a week before the next adventure.”

Twilight’s smile fell. “Is it really that rough?”

He just laughed in response. “Nah, it’s tiring, but getting to go on adventures, meeting new ponies, or in this case dragons, and making friends with them is the greatest. It’s what I love doing!”

“Oh.” Twilight stopped as a thought came into her head, and her shoulders slouched. “I guess… that means you’ll be leaving soon.”

“Probably,” Spike said cheerfully. “A lot has happened here, and I think I should write a letter to let Princess Celestia know everything. And maybe get her to start thinking about sending an ambassador to meet with the new Dragon Lord Ember.”

“Yeah… that makes sense,” Twilight mumbled absently.

Of course things would be moving with everything that had happened. She was so eager for things to change, but what was going to really change for her? Spike had a home elsewhere, and it sounded like he had other ponies to talk to and work to do. He couldn’t stay here.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Spike’s hooves wrap around her waist, and his head rested against her chest. Twilight flinched slightly at the touch and looked down to find Spike’s beaming face looking up at her.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s called a hug.”

“I know what it is, I’m just… I thought it was a punishment when you got Garble to do it to everyone.”

“It was only a punishment because he didn’t want to hug anyone. But giving hugs feels great, give it a try. Try hugging me back.”

“Okay…”

Unsure what to exactly do with her arms, she tentatively wrapped them around Spike’s neck, feeling his soft coat under her claws. She was careful not to scratch him, but something about the gesture filled her with a strange sense of warmth.

It wasn’t a heat like fire, or lava, or even the sun. It was something that seemed to well up from inside her. A comfort she’d never really experienced before. It was slow, but absolute, and paradoxically she felt a tremble up her throat as tears pricked her eyes again.

She didn’t understand. She’d felt tears threaten when she was anxious or afraid, and she had actually cried earlier today when the thought of Spike getting hurt sent her emotions into overdrive. But this was something different again. A somehow satisfying, cathartic cry as she knelt down and shifted her grip more around the barrel of his chest, and he shifted as well.

She sniffed loudly and pressed her head into Spike’s neck, spreading tears over his coat as she clenched her eyes shut, but he didn’t seem to mind at all as she began to openly sob.

“See?” Spike said softly, stroking his hoof down her back in a comforting manner. “Feels good to let it out, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“Huh? What for?”

“I failed,” Twilight shivered, her voice wavering, and she squeezed ever so slightly tighter. “You said your mission was to get me to become the Dragon Lord. But Ember became Dragon Lord instead.”

She felt him tapping a hoof against her back. It was surprisingly comforting. “Well then, I guess I made a mistake. That was never the mission I was sent on after all. Though, I have a couple of ideas of what it could be.”

“I’ll help,” she said without hesitating. “Whatever it is, I’ll help you find it. I just… I want to thank you. For becoming my friend.”

A dim light and a soft sound like a tinkle of bells caught Twilight’s attention. Opening her eyes and blinking a few times to wash away the bleary tears, she spotted something strange on Spike’s side.

“Um… are your… pictures supposed to be doing that?” She asked, noticing the light and sound was coming from his flank.

“Heh, I thought that was the case,” he chuckled.

Finally feeling the it was time to pull away, she released him, and he followed suit, looking down at his own flank. “That’s just the map telling me that my mission is complete. It was never about the Gauntlet itself, though I’m sure that contributed,” he said, beaming his friendly smile her way. “It was you. Teaching you about friendship!”

“What?” Twilight stammered, her breath catching in her throat, her hands reaching to her head.

No this was all wrong.

“But… No! I was supposed to be helping you! We were going to work together to find what you needed,” she flustered, tears beginning to well up once more. “But if you’re done, and you leave I… I’m not ready to say goodbye yet!”

She was silenced as Spike placed his hoof on her shoulder. He smiled again. That comforting, friendly smile. “Then don’t,” he said, as if it were that simple. “Why don’t you come with me back to my home?”

“Your… home?”

He nodded. “Yeah, why not? You said it yourself, you don’t really have anything that’s keeping you here.”

She blinked in disbelief. “But… a dragon? In pony lands?”

“Why not? You’re my friend, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters!”

Twilight stared at him blankly for a moment, struck by how simple it all sounded.

She stared around the cave that had been her home for as long as she could remember. There really was nothing that she was attached to. Her tutelage under Cracklewing, learning the dragon’s history and law, it only mattered because it was something to do and put her mind at work. Even her carving of the night sky on the ceiling was something she treasured, but only because she had nothing else.

Next to the promise of friendship. None of it mattered.

She turned back to Spike, smiling ear to ear. “Okay,” she answered getting to her feet. “Let’s go home.”

“I’ll have to introduce you to the girls back in Ponyville. I’m sure they’ll love to be friends with you too,” Spike said animatedly as they left Twilight’s home, practically dancing on his hooves.

“That sounds wonderful. And maybe while you’re at it, maybe you can finally show me what these fabled books are.”

Author's Note

Well I feel exhausted after writing this :rainbowderp:

I hope I managed to finish this just in time for the contest, but somehow I completely misjudged how many words it would be, and ended up doing a mad rush to get it completed in time, writing over 10,000 words in the last couple of days before the month ended, and entry for the contest finished.

The real fun in this story was figuring out how Twilight's personality would be expressed in such a vastly different upbringing, while still being her. I hope I did a good job exploring the differences.

As always, thank you so much for reading, and please share your thoughts and comments below! :twilightsmile: