With The Lift Of A Cloak

by LazaPie

"How long I've been here, who knows, All I know is, It was meant to happen" We are held imprisoned, we don't know why. But as we are released, we will take her with us, The princess will choose her fate. Something like this cant be ignored, who is this foal, and why is she with us now? Celestia, should we take her as OUR prisoner now? Or will it all change after the memories?

1. He Sits Alone

Introduction: He sits alone

Spike sat, His scaled back hunched on the cold, rough wall. The rock-like structure scratching up against his thick scales. Spike was thoughtless in the frost-bound cell. The young dragon shivered immensely, his breath displayed swirls and heavy, ragged clouds in the musky and thin air. Clutching himself tighter, Spike wrapped himself in the rags of which were worn and slightly damp. How he wished to be back in the library in ponyville, where a warm and soft, welcoming embrace from Twilight would always be awaiting. But Spike knew better, he knew that wasn't the case. Here, he was starving, cold, and alone. Tears from earlier had dried on his face, their slight presence glistening in whatever light was there to be. He tasted salty water from his tears, he felt the nipping air, and he could only feel inside guilt. The young drake turned his frozen head slowly to the barred window. Outside, he saw rubble of stone, bats, part the infested Everfree, but no moon to keep his company. 'Of all nights for a new moon' his mind nagged at him. Spike hadn't seen any natural light for nearly two weeks. Drained of nearly all energy, Spikes feet wobbled, and collapsed under him. A shooting pain spiked up his legs and he hit the rocky cell floor. He clutched his stomach just as it gave a large, moan of hunger. Spike knew the only way to be fed, was if he fell asleep, for, when he woke restlessly, a small plate would appear, one just after dawn. Another right before dusk. If only he had never scarfed his first meal down so hastily, he would have more for now. Hunger, pain, fear, and worry gnawed at him, he wondered if he would even ever see any of his loved things again?

This was his life for now, he had no idea how long he sat in that cell, one, two months? Why did this happen to them AGAIN? Maybe he was overreacting? Was he overreacting when he thought he may never have a place to call home again? Would he always live his life in peril?

Maybe, But one thing was for certain. Spike knew, He would never live the same way, EVER again

AAAANNNNNDDDD THAT, was my introduction for my story, With The Lift Of A Cloak. Hope it might draw you into reading the rest! I'm just getting used to writing with my full out, and darker ways again, so it might be scratchy :P Also, if you would like to, I have been working with a friend here lately, her username is: squirpsdolphin I have been helping her in writing, her story, Fiction Becomes Reality. I play as the role of Acantha in the story, so i hope you will check that out too! {BTW its a how to train your dragon fic!}

Have dark nightmares with your rest!

_Lazer Beam