Title:           Scholar with Scales pt7
Author:          Kurgash
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First Edit:      Saturday 20th of December 2014 01:35:45 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 20th of December 2014 01:35:45 AM CDT

>Stories of Anonymous' fate spread throughout Equestria.
>Some say that he was driven away and forced to live in a far off land while others tell that the Elements of Harmony did battle with him and he went underground to one day return and wreak havoc again.
>The truth began to mix in with retelling contamination, each time becoming more grandiose and becoming more akin to legend or simply a tale to scare young ponies at night, saying that the red dragon would come from the mountain to steal them away.
>Celestia decided it would be best to not have the truth be revealed, that the recovery would be that much easier if Anonymous becomes nothing more than fanciful legend with the passage of time.
>Days went by then weeks. Soon years passed by at alarming speed. The old mountain den remained untouched as the locals feared that whatever had lived there long ago would return one day.
>The resting place of Anonymous was just as Twilight left it. His stone form somewhat sunken into the earth as he solidified.
>Spike visited the site yearly, to offer what comfort he could to his old mentor and friend.
>Placing a claw on the body of his teacher, Spike held in the other a small bag. He had grown in size dramatically in the passage of time and began to sprout his own pair of wings. Still dwarfed by Anonymous' stature, he commanded a respectable size himself still.
"Hey Anonymous, I came to see how you've been. It's been a while since I last visited."
>Ever hopeful of hearing some kind of comeback or off-beat joke, Spike was again disappointed by the grim reminder of silence.
"I figured I could give you an update on how I've been doing. I'm actually attending a school of sorts in Canterlot. Teaching more so, about Dragon and Pony interactions and how we can all live in harmony. I have to admit you were the inspiration behind my thesis. Twilight helped too. Alot."
>Spike rummaged through the bag and took out two large gemstones.
"I kept these, all this time. When I was in trouble or going through a rough patch they always reminded me of what you taught me."
>Placing them at the base of the statue, Spike could swear he felt a strong laugh echo throughout the cave.
"I'm giving them back to you. Maybe their magic will help you wherever you are now."
>Looking back at his old teacher, Spike allowed himself a brief smile.
"I never took myself for teaching others. I guess in a ways I'm continuing your dream. I hope in time, everypony can be told the truth. How a dragon is just like anypony else. We all have our bad side and if we allow it, we become swallowed by the one thing we fight against. I never blamed you, for what happened. You were fighting for so long against what you always were. I guess we can't fight forever."
>Spike picked up the gemstone globe, inspecting his features in it's reflective surface.
"I'll be honest. I'm scared. Scared that I'll someday turn into an unrecognizable beast and hurt those close to me. But I have my friends to help me along the way, so I don't have to do this alone. Twilight always told me friendship was magic but I figured she was just over exaggerating it to play up her role as a princess lately."
>Spike put the stone back down, resting it next to his own crude version of Equestria.
"I'll be back soon. I have some meetings to attend and helping Twilight with organizing her personal library, for the thirty-second time."
>Spike left his teacher behind, the statue cold and lifeless. At it's feet, the two gemstones rested nicely against one another.
>A small memorial slate was fitted by Anonymous as per Celestia's order.
>"Here is to the memory of Anonymous, the unknown dragon. May he finally be at peace with himself."