To anypony else, it was nothing. A faint annoyance in an otherwise infinite black soundless void, but Spike couldn’t take his mind off it. A barely inaudible whisper that seemed to call him, caress his broken understanding toward it but all he could do at the moment was listen, dream of actually approaching. His hands and feet were there, his eyes able to make out each claw and scale, his body able to feel every pulse of life coursing through them, but the minute he attempted to move such a limb, It was as if there nothing but thin air there.

What was this sensation? Sleep paralysis maybe? Was he dead, maybe lost in the void of some spell gone wrong?

The whisper called his attention again, although it always stayed out of range, just enough to have words fall uncompleted on his draconic hearing.

Was it truly calling to him or was he just telling himself that?

“Wake…” In that instance, the whisper became clear and Spike’s eyes shot wide open in response as wind began violently rushing pasting him. He was falling and the ground was approaching faster than a bullet. He tried to move, anything to perhaps break the fall, but he was still frozen solid like a block of ice, and the fear of death was growing ever the more closer. His eyes closed as he waited for the inevitable, then everything went to black. “Become…lost!”

“No!” Spike's body lurched forward, his eyes slamming open in a fit of fear, a gasp escaping his mouth as life was breathed back into body. His eyes and hands scattered across his person, testing every part for any injuries or otherwise. "Hmm…I’m alive? But I thought…” Spike continued to check his person, specifically his head for any damage, a gash, a cut, anything. A sigh of relief was the result when no such injury was present, but that relief was quickly challenged when he began to think and examine. His eyes darted around the landscape as quick as they could, none of this was familiar to him. Now that he was aware of it, he wasn't familiar to him. "What happened to me? Where am I?"

He tried to pick his brain for anything of relevance to his situation but nothing, nothing came of it, not even his own name was there. Nothing made sense, nothing was right. That's when his eyes focused on a light in the distance, it was impossibly bright, so much that it made him cover his still sensitive eyes. He didn't know what that light was, but something about it felt...inviting. His body began to move on its own, soon, he was to his feet and walking towards the light with no hesitation.

It engulfed him within seconds, like a blanket being wrapped around a newborn, it was warm yet blinding. He couldn't even see any of his body parts at this point. He realized that he was now floating downward, the light beginning to dim and the warmness of its embrace beginning to fade. "Can you…remember?” Another whisper came to him.

This time he was wide awake, and he heard it clearly. "What did I…forget?”

"Your life…will start anew…”

A random surge of emotion, a tiny bit of rage and anger filled his eyes as he once again felt his feet touch solid ground, this time of a lush green but dark and ominous forest. “W-would somepony just tell me what’s going on already?!”

His ears quickly picked up something, thankfully not a whisper. Humming, the tune of something remarkably familiar, was coming from nearby. It sounded heavenly and serene...soothing and beautiful...but something about it was unusual. It sounded sad...as if trying to comfort itself. Spike had to know who it belonged to, and so he began his steps forward into the unknown. The sound of the grass shifting beneath his claws was the only other noise he could hear, his focus locked firmly on the voice, but then the whisper returned. “The one...has arrived." Spike tried to his best to ignore the whisper, the voice was his only concern and he wanted nothing but to find its mysterious origin. "The one...has arrived." It repeated. "Arrived...arrived...arrived."

Again and again, the whispers continued as they seemingly multiplied and rose in volume, making spike covers his ears in an attempt to block them out. Each one seemed to be louder and louder than the last, blending in with the others to create a vortex of annoyance that was seemingly standing next to him, speaking right into his ear. The voice was becoming obscured by the combined storm of whispers, and Spike hated that. He tried to walk faster but they persisted, walking turned to jogging but they persisted, jogging turned to a full on sprint and finally the voices began tread behind him but were quickly catching up. The sprint felt infinite, the longer he ran, the more voices that seemed to tread behind him. He was exhausted at this point, his claws tired, his lungs overworked. With so much fatigue, his legs finally gave out and he rolled to the ground, The voices soon surrounded him once more and once more, he covered his ears in horror. "Stop it...Stop it.... Stop it...Stop it!"

Silence.

"Huh?" Spike opened his eyes and ears to the sound of nothing but trees rustling on the light breeze of the wind. Where had the whispers gone? Were they just in his mind, his imagination? A question he slightly regretted wanting to know the answer of as he rose to his feet, listening to see if the whispers would indeed return. When nothing did, he sighed in utter confusion as he turned to get a look at his surroundings. He was in a clearing now, an eerily wide circle clearing in the middle of a forest. That alone stroked his fear as who knows what would open it’s eyes from beyond the visible area illuminated by the moonlight.

Discomfort set in and he soon found himself hoping somepony else, friendly of course, would descend upon him. “Is anybody out there?!” he called out. A few seconds of waiting only seemed to make him even more uneasy as nothing responded back. “Helloooo?!” He waited and listened for any indication of another soul in this weird ever changing landscape.

At first silence once again filled the void…until it suddenly didn’t. “Hello?”

“Huh?” He listened once more, just to make sure he was going crazy.

“Hello?”

“Y-yes, I’m here, can you hear me?” He eagerly asked back.

“I can. Where are you?”

“O-over here, follow my voice!” With no hesitation, he quickly began sprinting in the direction of his new companion. For a second it seemed like he was talking to the void, until he could finally make out the silhouette of something walking toward him, and it seemed whoever it was had noticed him as well.

“There, I see you.” The two of them approached for a second more before they finally came into view. Spike’s went wide and he was at loss of words. Her gaze was cold, it sent chills down Spike's spine, yet...simultaneously, as if it were trying to feign it's icy glare, it invited spike, instilled a sense of warmth within his scaly body. "Who....are you?" The young mare asked. Her voice was so sweet and the tone in which seemed to address him was softer than any blanket ever used to curl up on a cold winter night.

“Um…I was…hoping you could tell me.” He nervously responded.

The mare cocked her head in confusion, the scarlet flower revealing the eye it covered ever so slightly. “Have you forgotten who you are?”

Spike’s eyes averted from hers trying to figure that out for himself. “I don’t know if I even knew before. I keep thinking this is some kind of dream, maybe I’m not really here at all.”

“I have a feeling you’ll find that to be…very untrue.”

“What makes you say that Scarle—” If Spike really was dreaming, this had to be the proof right? The second Spike turned his gaze to meet the mare’s again, his body suddenly went rigid with a freezing cold. Upon further inspection, it seemed the sensation made sense. He was indeed trapped in a thin but surprisingly strong layer of ice, unable to move even a muscle. “H-h-h-hey, w-what’s the big idea?”

A sweet voice, soft and cute, now taking a sterner tone with the drake. It almost broke his heart. “You know me?”

“Oh boy, t-t-t-this is cold…u-um…not really sure honestly. N-name kinda p-p-p-popped into my head all of a sudden.”

“All of sudden?”

“Y-yea like…I just…thought of it…I don’t know, I just kept popping up and I said on accident.”

Spike felt a frozen bead of sweat of the side of his scales as the mare studied his answer for a far too long. “Where did you come from?”

“N-n-n-no clue. Does a b-black void count?”

“And you can’t remember your name?”

“Drawing a blank unfortunately, don’t even know anyone who would call me Spike.”

The both of them quickly shot surprised looks toward eachother, realizing just what the drake had remembered. “Spike? You’re Spike?”

“Uh…I don’t know. I mean, I got the spikes on my back…so it…kinda makes sense.”

Her eyes trailed downward; her horn began to glow with an ominous blue magic. “Purple dragon, tall, green spines, named…spike. If…If you really are the dragon named spike and you ended up her with nothing a lost memory. Then, what I must do next is clear.”

“W-wait what do you—” before he could even utter those words, his eyes were immediately met with blinding light, making him squint in discomfort. His eyes soon adjusted and still, he was blinded, not by light, but by beauty. Sitting in place of once dark and creepy forest clearing was now an oasis, flowers bordering the perimeter, a white pond glowing with an intense white light as if there something shining at the bottom, it's glow so enticing, so warm, so inviting. "I've never seen something so beautiful…its..."

“You shouldn’t be here yet…” the mare uttered as she approached slowly. “You’ve wondered into this place and gone through a dangerous event. But…I’ll fix you, my king.”

Just as suddenly as his mind formed a sentence to reply, the ice holding him shattered only to be replaced a freezing maelstrom of icy wind, almost cold as that of the wendigo’s wrath. His teeth chattered, his body shivered violently. In nearly a second, his body fell to it’s knees, weak and without the energy to stand back up. “C-c-c-c-c-cold….s-s-s-so cold….please…s-s-s-stop.”

“You need to be fixed, it’s not a matter up for discussion.” Her soft voice echoed. "The fact that you still hold onto your body means it’s stronger than any other. But it’s broken, fragmented, the cause of your memory loss.”

“w-w-what’s…fragmen—”

“It will take a little a while for me to fix it, so you’ll need to rest and gather back up who you are. Remember that task and you’ll be complete in no time.”

“I-I d-d-don’t understand, wh—”

The mare touched her icy horn to the dragon’s nose and with a flash of magic, his consciousness was stolen away, replaced only by a black void and a voice calling his name.

"S-Spike!" His body lurched once more in shock, his head turned the side to greet something approaching him. It was Twilight, and she was downright booking it toward him. It felt like he got tackled by a jackhammer as he went straight back on his back with her hoofs wrapping around him instantly and tears beginning to stream from her eyes. "S-Spike...I-I...I-I'm so glad...w-we've been searching...for ages."

"Ages? C'mon Twilight, I haven't even been gone that long. You sent me in here to get supplies for a spell from Zecora remember?" Twilight continued to sob a river into spike's shoulder, his words seemingly never have reached her. "Twilight, you're being overprotective again, come on stop being so dramatic."

"S-Spike...y-you've been g-gone for so long...I thought you died in here...swallowed u-up by the crazy plants or some random m-monster..."

"You're kidding right? I can handle danger alot better than you guys give me credit for. More importantly, why are you such a mess Twilight. I know Rarity, she'd gasp and say something like ‘How uncouth Twilight, you can't go around looking like that’ or something to that effect right?"

"S-Spike, I've m-missed you s-so much..."

"Uh, me too Twilight." he said petting her head. That's when he was taken for surprise when Twilight leaned her teary muzzle up from his shoulder and locked lips with Spike. In her haste, Spike had no chance to react, but after a moment, realized what was happening and suddenly pulled away. "Whoa whoa whoa Twilight, what are doing?"

"Kissing my h-husband you d-dummy. Y-you've been gone for so long, I almost forgot what it was like to have you around, Lavender forgot what it was like to have you around. Those times when you call me beautiful for no reason, those t-times I would come home angry, and y-you being the awesome drake you are, would s-simply make draw me a bath and do anything to comfort me. Those times I would m-massage you and listen to your problems whenever you were stressed. And all those times our baby girl was made fun of for being a d-dracony, and you completely escalated the situation to protect her. I miss it all Spike."

Wait, what? But...married? To the princess of Equestria? Wait Twilight, how many years have I been gone?

"You've b-been gone for 17 years hon, 17 long and agonizing years. But now that you're back, we can finally get things back to normal a-around here hahaha. Smolder and Ember have missed you the most, even more than me it would it seem. I wouldn't be surprised if they had some kind of secret crush on you or something. And Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy have been doing nothing but sea..."

Twilight's voice trailed off as Spike retreated to his mind, now in deep and constant thought. His eyes shifted to the ground and back to Twilight. Her smile was the undeniable proof of the obvious. She was so genuinely happy and full of life now, that spike knew the truth. Marrying Twilight, having a kid with her? These are things he could have never predicted. The real question is...he couldn't remember. Something was missing from his memory, like a whole lot. All he remembers is the trek to Zecora's and poof, he's here. But then again, does it matter? He couldn’t remember half of life before this moment and that's a pretty big bomb that just dropped and exploded half of his logical understanding. His goal now should be to figure out what exactly happened to him, maybe even find a way to enjoy this life if at all possible, just in case he’s lost his memories of those days for good. "H-hey Twilight?"

"Huh? Y-yes hon?"

"Let's…head back now. I...um.... haven’t seen everyone in a while you know."

"Oh yea, everyone else is really worried about you. Y-you're eager to put their worries at rest I see."

"You could say that."

"Well then off we go, the faster we get out of the Everfree, the faster we can spend some alone time catching up."

Spike's face blushed with embarrassment as they began walking, his mind swimming with a new sense of curiosity he hadn't felt before, or at least he thought, the feeling was oddly familiar as if he had felt this same level of excitement before. Was it because of something or someone? Everything’s a blur right now and Spike really needed to piece it together before things got awkward. Like he has a kid for Celestia’s sake and twilight, the Princess of Equestria, is his wife. Who knows just what else changed and jus how much he’ll have to change to fake his way back into the norm. Only time will tell he guessed.

I’ll fix you, my king, piece together the things you’ve lost and bring you back to reality, I promise.

Author's Notes:

Done up all nice purty for a brand new franchise.