Ember was a fast flyer, more so than Spike. It came with the experience. So, it was little surprise that she caught up quickly with him. “Spike, wait!” He turned his head, seeing Ember and sighed. He descended, stopping at a nearby rock formation. They stood opposite each other. Spike’s breaths were heavy and strained. There was a strange anger in his eyes. Ember had seen it often amongst the dragons of her kingdom. But to see it from Spike? The happy-go-lucky dragon raised by ponies? Something felt wrong seeing such rage encompass him. 