> That's more literal than you would like it too be.
> As the memory of your final mission fades, it is quickly replaced by your memory of a historic moment.
> One which, no matter how much time passes, you will never forget.
> For tonight, you will choose not to remember however.
> Instead you choose to walk out the front door.
> It hasn't been long.
> Even with your reflecting, the amount of time that has passed couldn't be more then a few hours.
> The moon is well past its zenith, but sunrise is still a few hours off.
> So rather than think, you just stare up into the night sky.
> You may be a construct, but beauty if far from lost on you.
> So you kneel on the door-step and stare into the sky, letting the natural beauty of it keep those memories you hate away.
 
> Eventually though, the night begins to fade and the dawn breaks.
> It too offers a few moments of unique beauty, but it is fleeting in comparison.
> As quickly as it began, the sunrise passes and the day begins.
> You notice a few p0nies emerge from their homes.
> Most flee back into them upon seeing you.
> A few do not however, apparently having realized that if you were going to do something, you'd have done it already.
> Though those that do stay out rush away from the area quickly, obviously still fearful of your presence.
> At the very least, it's one step up from yesterday.
> Much better than being run out of town with pitch forks and torches.
> Though the idea of p0nies chasing after you with pitch forks and torches is amusing to say the least.
 
> You head back inside, no point in stopping the days of the p0nies who aren't willing to come out while you're around.
> You you aren't inside for long before you notice... humming?
> It's coming from the kitchen.
> It doesn't sound like it would be Twilight however, the notes are baritone.
> No one had been willing to come past you to get into the library.
> Realization dawns on you quickly.
> The reptilian creature must have been Spike.
> It must be some sort of familiar of Twilight's.
> You ponder this for a moment.
> It can hum.
> So it probably has an understanding of music.
> So it's probably at least semi-intelligent.
> So you should probably stop calling him an 'It.'
 
> You hear the humming stop.
> Followed immediately by footsteps in your direction.
> You just watch the door wait for the inevitable.
> When 'Spike' steps through the door he takes one look at you and stops instantly.
> Not in fear though, much to your surprise.
> The look on his face says 'confusion'
> Well that and the fact that he scratched his head and asked.
> "What the heck are you supposed to be?"
> Wow he's all of a tenth of the size of a p0ny, yet he shows no fear.
> You like this guy!
> Oh right he asked you a question.
 
"Warforged, and might I ask you the same?"
> He looks at you and shrugs.
> "Never heard of em."
> He proceeds to light up with a proud smile, and jabs himself in the chest with a thumb.
> "I'm a dragon."
> Uh... huh... Doesn't look anything like a dragon too you.
> Then again, most of the dragons you've seen are the size of a building.
> Usually they're also very angry.
> There was also that one that was under the control of some kind of artifact, but you never saw it.
> Well not up close anyway.
 
"I do not think I have ever seen a... dragon... as small as you before."
> He just rolls his eyes.
> "Well I'm still pretty young... but one day!"
> He spreads his arms out to his sides, attempting to emphasize how large he will eventually become.
> Due to his incredibly small stature he fails comically, but you aren't going to point that out.
> "Huge..."
> You just chuckle.
> He folds his arms over his chest and leans back while looking up at you.
> "So whats a big scary looking guy like you doing here this early in the morning?"
> A plan pops into your head.
 
> No you stupid bastard, you aren't going to kick Spike through a wall.
> If he lives in a library, theres a pretty good chance he can read.
> If he can read, he can probably write.
> You still need to write down the information on how Warforged are created.
> You're about to rope a young, male, dragon into writing down what amounts to the birds and the bees of Warforged.
> Nope nothing wrong with this at all.
"I have been here all night, I needed somewhere to stay and Twilight and myself came to an agreement.
Actually I am hoping you can help me fulfill my end of our bargain."
> He just shrugs.
> "What do you need?"
"I was hoping you could transcribe something for me."
> He looks confused.
> "Tran...scribe?"
 
"I need you too write something as I say it for you."
> "Oh I can do that, why didn't you say so the first time!"
> You shrug.
> "Let me go get a quill and some paper"
> He runs back into the kitchen.
> The sound of shelves and cabinets being opened and slammed shut, is accompanied by many oddities flying out the door at you.
> Eventually a triumphant 'A-HA' can be heard from the kitchen, and spike returns quill and paper in hand.
> "Alright, so what exactly are we going to be writing down?"
"Twilight asked me to write down what I know of how members of my species are created."
> He recoils at this statement and drops both the quill and paper.
> "Blergh, ah, ew, gross dude, I don't wanna write down how you make baby... Warforged."
 
> You have to resist the urge to slap yourself in the face.
"Spike, Warforged are built, not born. We are constructs, not flesh and blood creatures."
> He looks at you quizzically
> "How'd you know my name?"
> You don't even bother resisting anymore.
"I'm a construct, not an idiot. Twilight mentioned you last night and I put two and two together."
> Decide that now is a good time to introduce yourself, a little more properly.
> You know, after you asked him to write down how your kind has kids.
> Woohoo.
> You crouch down low enough that you can actually reach him.
> Seeing as he has hands... Well claws really, but they form something like a hand.
> You reach out to shake hands.
"Just so I don't have you at a disadvantage, I am anonymous. Pleased to meet you."
 
> He apparently recognizes the gesture, as he reaches out and shakes your hand.
> "Spike... But I guess you already knew that."
> You chuckle.
"There now we are properly acquainted. If you don't wish too assist me I understand. I will wait until Twilight awakens once more and shall simply tell her myself. Either way my end of the bargain is fulfilled."
> He lifts his hands up.
> "Nah don't worry about it I go-"
> He is cut off by a knock at the door.
> "Huh that's weird, we don't usually get visitors this early, and I didn't think anyp0ny was coming by today?"
> He walks over to the door and opens it.
 
> Too reveal six white p0nies clad in golden armor and helmets...