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Shadows Unseen: Chapter FiveShadows Unseen: Chapter Five by thefieldsofice
The moment their eyes locked seemed to last an eternity to Spike, but the only problem was this moment wasn’t romantic and picture perfect, more terror and shock filled.
“Sp-Spike?” asked Twilight, taking a timid step forward.
Finally regaining control of his slacked jaw, he asked “D-Did you hear that?”
Twilight took another step forward. “Enough.”
“S-So, now what?”
“Spike,” she paused. “I just… I don’t know what to say.”
Unable to stand the tension for a second longer, Spike stood and began for the door. “Listen, I think- I think I should go.”
Twilight sidestepped, blocking his path. “No!” she exclaimed more forcefully than she meant. “Spike, you don’t have to leave. J-Just sit down. I’d like to talk about this. Please?”
Spike was hesitant to move, but slowly made his way over to the bed. Just as hesitantly, Twili
Shadows Unseen: Chapter FourShadows Unseen: Chapter Four by thefieldsofice
Chapter Four: Parallels
Overlooking the castle’s throne room, Spike stood in his doorway. Twilight had left earlier that day, deciding it was finally time to visit Flash Sentry. Since then, Spike has sat in silence for hours, waiting and wondering if his second Twilight would return. He listened to every creak and groan of the building, hoping to hear the slightest whisper. There was still so much he wanted to ask her.
“Where are you Twi?”
He sighed. Perhaps she was out for now, or perhaps his ability only worked on certain days. Regardless of either, Spike knew he needed to get started on his chores.
Spike made his way down the stairs and over to the bookshelves. Despite the fact that Twilight was now a princess, she and Spike never like the idea of having servants in the castle.
As he reached for a feather duster he realized that there was no spray. A little annoyed, Spike laid the duster down and began towards the kitchen. When he turned the corner, he found what h
Shadows Unseen: Chapter ThreeShadows Unseen: Chapter Three by thefieldsofice
Chapter Three: Faux
Normally Spike would never touch coffee, but after last night, he knew it would be the only thing keeping him on his feet. As he drink the steaming brown liquid, his expression contorted to one of disgust.
“Nope, still not enough,” he said, reaching for another sugar packet.
As he threw the empty packet next to the half a dozen others, he could hear a giggle from behind. He looked up to see Twilight walking towards him.
“You do know there’s such a thing as creamer, right?”
“… Oh. Where is that?”
Twilight reached for the cabinet above Spike, and with her magic, pulled out a glass jar full of a white powder.
“So, what’s with the coffee,” she asked.
Spike wiped his eyes as he added the creamer. “I had a lot of trouble sleeping.”
Twilight leaned forward. “Why’s that?”
“I was just doing some thinking.”
“Anything I should be worried about?”
He shook his
Name: Ryan |
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