The Love of Night's Blindness
The statement, "Love is blind.", is rarely used in real life. Only in the pages or frames of fantasy does it recur, and with the purpose to make fantasy seem closer to reality than it could ever be. Everyone is more superficial than they, with their burdening pride, could admit.
Spike and his equine companions have had several years to mature further, but the most showing of the developments was that of Spike who had grown to the next phase of his draconic growth, and those of the Cutie Mark Crusaders who had given up their cuteness for the womanly allures of their siblings and idol respectively. Still, however, with nothing too drastic to instigate change in the relationships of the major characters in the lives of Spike and his companions, things have mostly stayed the same.
Chapter 1
Spike trudged along from Caurosel Boutique back to the library of the quaint Ponyville. He was extremely tired from digging out heaps of gems for his dear Rarity for the whole of the morning, and spending the whole of the afternoon heaving the bags to the boutique itself.
The woeful part was that, at midday, Rarity left Spike alone after her expressive "Oh, am I so tired! How AM I going to bring all these back to the shop?", that had an obliged Spike somewhat forced to bring the resources for her. Unfortunate Spike was at a resultant velocity of a twelfth that of Rarity.
Spike was as annoyed as he should have been as he, finally, entered the Boutique, but Rarity began to shower him with praise that had intermittent "Spikey-Wikey"s. The impressionable Spike lost all his rage and instead the blood rushed to his face for an untimely blush. Spike could never get truly angry at a beautiful lady, unfortunately.
Spike sighed as he recounted the day's events and only hoped that Twilight did not have any more chores for him to complete during the rest of the evening. Upon finally arriving at the doorstep of his home, Spike bade the rest of Ponyville a wrathful goodbye into which he had poured all the feelings that he had bottled up as reactions to the misfortunes of the day.
"Spike, is that you?", his dearest friend yelled, from the kitchen.
Spike sighed as the realisation of an impending misfortune dawned upon him. An impending misfortune was to befall his stomach! Spike managed the most mumbled "PleasestopTwilightletmedoit" that he had ever mustered and went to the kitchen as fast as his exhausted body would allow him.
Somehow Spike had managed to salvage part of the attempt at cooking and had dished up a small variety of food that was only as exotic as the predicament that had caused it, but that was nevertheless satisfying to the pair.
"I am quite sure that you didn't have to step in, though," Twilight indignantly muttered after finishing her meal. "I'm sure that I got it right this time!", she said, almost pleadingly.
Spike only grunted in reply because such statements only annoyed him when he was in his, then, current mood. Actually, he was torn between pity and agitation, to be more precise, but the pity only showed in the lack of his rebuttal, for Spike, simultaneous with his grunt, had begun to trudge towards the staircase to finally find solace, from the madness of his life, in his own room. The room had been a recent attainment, or rather, development, for Spike as Twilight had realised at some point that Spike had needed his own room and so, with magic, caused the library's tree to grow another room that was solely Spike's own. Spike had had a strange dream with a nude Rarity and wetted himself during it, he realised, at the same morning as Twilight's proclamation. Spike only wondered why wetting his bed did not only make himself seem more in need of supervision, but only dismissed his theories. Spike did not have many other males to easily consult.
Spike sat cross-legged on his bed and propped his head up with his right hand as he stared out of his window at the moon. The moon was full that night, and he envied its seeming peacefulness. The moon waxed and waned with little care for the onlookers of its progress, and Spike also envied the nonchalant quality that that portrayed. Spike then envied its beauty. In what must have been the opposite of hubris, Spike yelled out, "OH MOON, WHY THE HAY ARE YOU SO GREAT!", and even added a very unnecessary "OH I LOVE YOU MOON!" to it, and did it all into the uncaring night from Spike's little window. Spike then sighed, and it was the deepest sigh that he could muster, for for it he had drained the last ounces of his energy, and so quickly drifted off to sleep.
That night Spike was visited by the strangest guest. A curious pony had come to observe the teenage dragon, and she was a very beautiful pony. The tears that the dragon shed the pony wiped away, for she had thought that her ardent admirer was only deserving of such treatment. The boy was the first to so zealously proclaim his admiration, but she did not know, then, that the only admiration in the then invisible relationship was from her, for her gaze on the sleeping boy was so gentle and loving. Perhaps it was just a reaction to the first declaration of love to her after so long being denied such a thing. Princess Luna tried to remember if she had ever received such a declaration, from even before her banishment, but was unable to remember any. Perhaps that was even part of why she began to resent her sister so long ago.
It was immaturity, anyway, that had caused her transformation into Nightmare Moon, for she could not bear to resent her own nature and that which it causes, and instead resented her sister's nature and relation to the Day and that which it causes. It was then misplaced power that made her banishment to the moon necessary, for she was too powerful and dangerous to be left roaming Equestria. She was still young when sentenced to banishment, she realised, and so her lack of a past lover was understandable.
She gazed fondly at the dragon. It was unfortunate how he was of an entirely different species, and so she could never love him. She could never do something so taboo.
Author's comments:
This is my first published attempt at writing Fanfiction, and I realize that it is very flawed. I do hope that you pardon both the big and small failures, and do spot out the small errors in grammar and spelling if you spot any, because I am really a (slob/) perfectionist! Pertaining to the overall tone, I say that I realize how needlessly detached it is, and I blame my tired state during the drafting and creation of the work. Any self-respecting author would not criticize his own work, however. I feel that the detached tone may better convey the general lack of intimacy in the budding relationship! There! I do hope that I will improve, though, and maybe reviews that berate my idiocy will help! Do not do so too harshly, though!