Kung-Fu Equestria 2

Sombra Returns

The Jade Dragon Library had gotten much more popular lately. As Twilight neared her old home, she saw the place swarming with dragons and ponies alike, all badgering the purple and orange dragons herding them out.

"Is it true that the Celestial Warrior used to work in this place?" several kept asking. "Did she like quesadillas? What was her favorite activity? What was her favorite book?"

"For the six hundredth time," Spike grumped. "If you're not buying anything, we really can't keep you here."

"Come on, now, folks," Smolder added. "You can gawk all you want outside."

Yet, as they got the last of the ponies out, heads turned as Twilight approached.

"The Celestial Warrior!" they breathed in awe, bowing before her. Twilight chuckled nervously, waving as she slid up to the entrance. Spike, however, forewent formalities entirely, lunging up and pulling her into a hug.

"Twilight!" he greeted. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Smolder gave Spike a knowing grin, and continued to shoo the ponies away with a broom. "Alright, go on and get," she continued to yell, as Spike and Twilight raced inside and shut the door.

"Oh, Spike," Twilight breathed in relief, hugging him tight. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Me too," he said, looking her over and wincing at the sight of some bruises from the changelings. "You okay? They're not making you do anything too dangerous?"

"Oh, no," Twilight insisted, covering the bruises. "Nothing major, but..."

Spike tilted his head and drew up a chair. "But?" he asked.

Twilight sighed. "I need to ask you something."

Spike nodded, shifting on his seat. "I'm listening," he assured her. "You can tell me anything."

Smiling at his assurance, Twilight pulled up her own seat, clutching her hands together.

"So earlier today," she explained. "Me and the girls were fighting these changelings."

"Changelings?" Spike asked nervously.

"Oh, nothing too dangerous," Twilight assured him. "But then... the strangest thing happened."

Spike tilted his head.

"I saw..." Twilight's grip on her hands tightened. "I think I saw... my mom."

Spike blinked. "Like... the changelings shifted into...?"

"No, I mean I had... a vision of her," Twilight insisted. "And me as... a baby."

Spike went wide eyed. He leaned back in his chair, looking away.

"Spike?" Twilight asked, practically curling into a fetal position. "Where... um... are you okay?"

Spike slowly rose up, motioning for her to wait as he walked into the library.

"Spike?" she asked, following after him. "Spike?!"

The dragon didn't speak, walking upstairs to where he and Twilight slept. Twilight activated her magic and teleported in front of him, stopping his dazed walk.

"Spike," Twilight insisted. "Where did I come from?"

Spike cleared his throat, turning away.

"Well..." he admitted. "Dragons come from eggs..." he started.

Twilight rolled her eyes. "No, I mean..."

"I know-I know," Spike said quickly, smiling half-heartedly. "I'm just not sure how to say it. I probably should've told you a long time ago, but..."