A New Life

Spyro_For_Life · Dec 05, 2013 6:36 PM

I've been writing a Legend of Spyro fanfiction and I figure this is a good way to get it out there. And maybe if I get readers who enjoy it, it'll motivate me to write more, because I'm currently stuck. But posting it and reading it again might be just what I need to continue. So, a synopsis...
It hasn't been very long since Malefor was defeated and the world restored to normal. Construction efforts are well underway, schools and hospitals are running normally, and dragons are streaming back into their cities, free of fear. For Spyro and the gang, this is a welcome change. Now they can relax and deal with regular teenager things, like school. Which isn't very bad compared to what they've been through.
What changes will come with this new life? Only time will tell.
wow I suck at synopsizes. But if anyone's interested, I can post Chapter 1. Spyro is going to learn some new magic, and we're going to see how well Sparx and Cynder are getting along now that they have to live together in the Temple. This will include my OCs, but they aren't being paired with any canon characters and are really only there because Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx need some friends their age. So, should I start posting? smile

Spyro_For_Life · Dec 06, 2013 5:15 PM

okay i'm just gonna start posting, hope someone likes this. again, there are OCs so if you don't like those, don't read

It was a rather interesting subject.

The purple dragon found himself looking forward to studying it. Magic was an extensive field, with so many different variations. Magic was intrinsic to a dragon’s very being. It strengthened them. It gave them their elemental powers. Many even believe that it was what allowed a dragon to fly. No matter what their age or skill, all dragons used it in some fashion.

Yet Spyro was nervous about beginning his official study of it. Magic has also been known to corrupt when used incorrectly. Dark magic had created the monster known as Malefor. He may have been a regular dragon when he was young, but his delving into forbidden realms of magic destroyed his humanity, twisting him into a shadow of his former self.

It was natural for Spyro to fear the same happening to him.

“You’re not going to become evil,” Cynder assured him, giving him an affectionate nuzzle.

Ever since they prevented Malefor from destroying their world and banished him to oblivion, they’ve been very close, though were still a little bashful about referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Spyro relaxed a little, bumping his snout against hers and turning to his stepbrother for reassurance.

“Don’t die, moron,” Sparx said cheerfully.

Spyro rolled his eyes and gave the yellow dragonfly a playful whack. “I’m just going to be reading about it for a few weeks. It’s hard to die from reading.”

“You clearly forgot about the book we read last semester for class.”

“Okay, that was pretty awful,” Spyro admitted. “But we lived, didn’t we?”

“Barely.”

The three went out into the room of the temple devoted to dining, and joined the guardians for breakfast.

“Good morning, young ones,” Volteer greeted them. “I assume your slumber was pleasant?”

“Yeah I had a dream I was eaten by a frog,” Sparx replied, flitting down to land on the table and help himself to the bowl of bugs that had been collected just for him.

“Well you’re lucky I don’t eat you, you pest,” Embara said.

“Oh, you wanna go?” Sparx raised his fists.

“Embara, need I remind you that a guardian should be dignified and respectful?” Cyril asked. “Even to those who don’t deserve it?” He shot Sparx an annoyed look.

Embara sighed, pawing at the ground. “Then I’m not really guardian material. I’m just here because… it’s what Dad wanted.”

The mood grew uneasy at the mention of her father, and everyone ate in relative silence for a while. Even though it’s been a few months, it still wasn’t easy talking about Ignitus. He had sacrificed himself to help stop Malefor, and though it was a very necessary and brave action, losing him came as quite a shock. He may have been old, but he was always so strong and lively, like the flames he commanded.

Embara had taken over her father’s role as guardian. Her abilities with fire were admirable, but she still had a lot of training to do. She was fifteen and her powers weren’t fully under control. When she got mad, she tended to burn whatever was in the vicinity.

It was a pretty boring job to her. She stayed at the Dragon Temple during the weekend and holidays to train and study, but during the rest of the week, she went to school in Warfang and lived with her mother. She would much rather hang out with her friends than be here. But at least she’s come to like Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx, since they were her age and she could talk to them more easily than the older guardians.

“So um… when will I start studying?” Spyro wondered after a few minutes.

Looking glad to start talking again, Volteer replied, “As soon as you’re done eating. Cyril, Terrador, and I will all be instructing you. And we will likely assign you reading material.”

“And this is necessary for me to know?”

“Yes, very necessary,” Terrador rumbled. “The more you understand about magic, the least likely you are to lose control of it. Being a purple dragon, you naturally have more magical potential than anyone in this room.”

“That’s good, I guess,” Spyro replied.

“But!” Volteer interjected, “You also have the most potential to lose control of any magic you attempt. Therefore you must be sure you have a thorough understanding of the concepts involved before trying them. What you did to prevent the world from collapsing was an incredible feat of magic, but it nearly killed you. I doubt anyone else except the greatest mages could have done that.”

“So I just need to be careful,” Spyro said.

“Exactly. You’re learning already,” Cyril responded.

“Imagine what you could do if you learn spells,” Cynder spoke up. “You’ve already done so much for everyone. You could help us even more if you improve your abilities.”

“And if anyone tries to mess with us, you could destroy them,” Sparx added.

“Heh, yeah. I suppose that’s one benefit…”

“There are spells that heal as well,” Cyril pointed out. “Embara, your friend Oryps seems rather fond of inflicting injuries. Well, if Spyro here masters healing spells, he could tend to her… victims.”

“Hey, Oryps never hurts anyone too badly,” Embara argued. “She only fights with those who challenge her, and she always tends to them afterward!”

“Regardless, it’d be nice to have someone who can heal them more quickly, hmm?”

“I guess…”

“There are many practical, simple spells," Cyril continued. “Ones that light up even the darkest caves, underwater breathing, faster flight…”

“But we won’t be trying to cast such spells for a while,” Terrador said with a firm voice. “First he must understand the techniques.”

“I’m ready to begin,” Spyro said, pushing his plate aside and standing up.

“Marvelous. Then let us go to the library,” Volteer said. He, along with Cyril and Terrador, led Spyro out of the room.

This left Embara alone with Cynder and Sparx.

The three looked at each other awkwardly.

“So, wanna watch me blow up stuff outside?” Embara asked.

“I’m in!” Sparx replied instantly.

“Sure, why not?” Cynder answered.

The three finished their meals and headed outside.

~ ~ ~

Inside the library, Spyro was sitting patiently on a cushion while listening to Volteer explain the history of magic, and by extension, the dragon race as a whole. The only relatively interesting bits were when Cyril and Terrador added anecdotes, but mostly it was lecturing by the electric guardian that would put even seasoned professors to sleep.

Cyril and Terrador were both responsible for actually teaching how to use magic, as both were experienced in different types. But there wasn’t much for them to do right now, so they discussed other topics quietly in a corner.

When Spyro began to show boredom, Volteer was happy to throw him a scroll, a quill, and a bottle of ink.

“You should take notes, that will make things a little easier to remember,” he said, and then got right back into his lecture.

With a groan, Spyro pushed the scroll open and grasped the quill between the toes of his right paw, dipping it into the ink and beginning to write down anything he felt like he wouldn’t remember. Which was a lot, but it was a pretty long scroll, so there was room.

He was nearly asleep when Volteer called for them to take a break for lunch. He found that his writing had gotten messier as time went on, but at least it was still readable.

He wiped the quill clean, capped the inkwell, and eagerly followed the others out.

They met back in the dining area with the other three, who all carried the distinctive smell of smoke.

“Ah, you missed it!” Sparx exclaimed, flying around Spyro’s head and displaying his wings, which were slightly singed. “We went out for a walk, and found this nest of Grublins in the forest, and they attacked us! Well, Embara had been showing off her powers earlier, and she used this fire fury attack that would put you to shame! It killed all of them instantly!”

“Sure did,” she replied happily.

“We were right nearby and it hardly hurt us,” Cynder added. “I don’t know how, but the flames passed harmlessly over us. Only Sparx’s wings got a little burnt.”

“Well, dragonfly wings are very fragile,” Spyro pointed out. “But that’s amazing. Furies are difficult to keep from hurting allies…”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Embara replied. “Dad showed me how to do it.”

They settled down to eat, and Embara kept them entertained by talking about what all they did for the past few hours. It sounded like a lot of fun to Spyro, but he knew he’d have time for fun later.

As they were eating, a peregrine falcon fluttered in through one of the windows and landed in front of Embara, holding out its leg, which had a note tied to it.

“Oh, it’s Oryps’s family bird,” Embara realized, taking the note off. “Hey Talon, how are you doing?”

Talon gave a short screech, nibbling at her paw for a moment before going to help himself to a piece of chicken.

“Cannibal,” Embara muttered, then read the note. “Oh, Oryps is coming over with Cyra and Jacob!” She looked around for something she could write a response with. There was an inkwell near Volteer, which she pulled over, but she couldn’t find a quill.

With a shrug, she turned to the falcon, pulling out one of his primary feathers to use instead.

He squawked and nearly bit her, but she ignored him, writing back that it was fine for them to visit.

“Give this back to Oryps, all right?” she said, holding out the paper.

With a glare, Talon grabbed it in his beak and flew away, clipping her in the head with his foot as he went.

“Why did you rip out one of his feathers?” Cynder asked. “That was kinda mean.”

Embara shrugged. “I couldn’t find a quill. It worked, didn’t it? Besides, he already hates me.”

It wasn’t long before three dragons were flying in through the windows.

“I told you to use the door!” Cyril shouted at them.

“That’s no fun,” the yellow dragoness said, giving a little flip before landing.

“Oryps!” Embara ran over to give her a hug. “And Cyra, my girl!” She pulled the other dragoness, Cyra, over. She had snow white scales and icy blue eyes, but around her friends, her manners were very warm.

The final visitor, a male electric dragon, landed somewhat haphazardly. He stumbled, and then recovered and folded his wings against his sides. “You didn’t see that.”

“I need to give you another flying lesson,” Oryps said.

“How are you, Jacob?” Embara asked.

“I’m good,” he replied, coming over to join their group hug. But mostly to pull Oryps away for himself.

“Come join us for lunch,” Volteer called politely.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Oryps said, taking a seat right next to him. She didn’t know why, but she’s always been especially fond of the electric guardian. Her mother told her he was an old family friend, which she thought was just the coolest thing. Even if he hasn’t been able to help her recover her electric abilities, she still liked hanging out with him.

Embara returned to the table, sitting next to Cyra, and Jacob went to get on Oryps’s other side.

“Ha, now the teenagers outnumber the adults!” Sparx said happily. “You know what that means? Time to party! Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?”

“No one wants to kiss you, Sparx,” Cyra said bluntly.

“Well. They might. You never know.”

Oryps flung a grape at him.

He caught it in midair. “Ha!”

“No throwing food,” Cyril scolded.

Which, of course, made someone hit him with a piece of bread.

Brushing the crumbs off his face, he looked over at the teenagers. “Who threw that?”

They all stayed quiet, with pretty good poker faces.

Cyril was about to interrogate them, but then Volteer snickered quietly.

“You’re all a bunch of wankers,” Cyril said, getting up and walking out of the room.

“Nice one,” Oryps commented.

The group returned to talking, and Spyro soon filled in the three newcomers about his new lessons, which they were all interested to hear about.

“Of course, learning some good spells would be useful,” Cyra said. “I was never much of a magic user though… there’s this kid in my class who uses it sometimes, but only to do small things like levitate his notes and stuff.”

“Well, by the time I’m done, I’ll hopefully be able to do more than that,” Spyro replied, laughing a little.

“Hopefully.” Cyra glanced at the doorway that Cyril had left through. “Do you think he’ll be back?”

“Of course he will be,” Volteer replied. “He has a fondness for storming out of a room when insulted, but he’ll return soon.”

“That guy needs to calm down,” Oryps said. She stood up and tilted her head back, walking around with a distinctive swagger. “Oh look at me, I’m Cyril, I’m so cool because I’m the ice guardian! Everyone should respect me because I’m old and have an accent! What was that, an opinion?! My word!”

“You should respect your elders,” Terrador said, but even he looked slightly amused.

“Maybe I would if he’d respect me,” she replied, going to sit down again.

They talked some more, but Spyro stayed a little quieter than the rest. His mind was filled with thoughts of what he’ll be able to do once he learns magic.

Spyro_For_Life · Dec 21, 2013 5:39 PM

(no readers? well... I'll post chapter 2 just in case, but if no one's interested I'll let this thread die)
A few weeks later:
“All right now, young dragon, concentrate,” Cyril directed. “Do not allow your focus to waver. Not even for a moment!”

“Yeah, I think I got it,” Spyro replied, making sure his paws were firmly planted on the ground, gazing straight ahead at a book as it floated in front of him. What he was doing was a very simple levitation spell. He’s already attempted it several times, and now he was sure he had it. His will alone was keeping it in the air.

“Now see if you can do more.” Cyril grabbed another book in his jaws, tossing it at Spyro.

He tried to extend his will toward that one, but it merely gave the book a wobble before it fell. Before he could redirect his attention to the first book, it fell too.

“That was a good attempt,” Volteer said, before Cyril could criticize it.

“Yes, but it could be better,” Cyril interjected haughtily. “Right, Terrador?”

“Considering it’s his first day actually practicing magic, it was passable,” he replied. “But there is definitely room for improvement.”

“Exactly.” Cyril lifted one of the books. “Here. Do it again.”

Spyro sighed. Using magic like this was a strain on his mind, and he felt an almost physical exhaustion. But he adjusted his stance, making sure it was steady before looking down at one of the books.

Using magic was strange. It wasn’t just reciting an incantation and something happens, as he had thought. Apparently that was only done for the more complicated spells, which invoked an ancient, almost forgotten language of power.

This was more like… imagining a concept. He knew what he wanted to happen, and he had to use his will and manipulate the object into doing what he wanted. As he willed the book to rise, he tapped into his inner store of magic. What he would usually use to wield one of his elemental powers, he now channeled into this.

After a few moments, the book rose up.

“Now don’t strain yourself,” Volteer warned. “You must practice in order to increase your magical potential. The more you train, the more magic you can channel into your surroundings to manipulate them. Right now you can use a stream… but soon, it will become a mighty river!”

“That’s encouraging,” Spyro replied. He carefully tried to lift the second book, and it moved up a few inches, but most of his attention was on the first. He was able to hold them for a while, but then he put them down. “Okay. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Of course. Go take a break,” Volteer said.

As Spyro gratefully bowed his head and left, Cyril and Terrador began berating Volteer for being ‘too lenient.’

That may be true, but Spyro was pretty grateful for it.

He couldn’t find his friends in the temple, so he went outside. He knew Cynder, Sparx, Embara, and Cyra should be out here. Embara and Cyra had been training, but they likely weren’t now.

After searching for a while, he heard voices and immediately crouched down, sneaking forward. He recognized it as the girls and Sparx. They seemed to be in the statue grotto. It was a nice little circular clearing, ringed with delicate white flowers. There were several statues of various creatures in it as well. And the centerpiece was his personal favorite: a large bust of Ignitus, head raised up, yet the sculptor had taken care to carve a wise, kind expression on his face. It had been a gift to the temple shortly after they lost Ignitus. At first, the sculptor had presented it to Embara, but she insisted that it be placed near the temple.

Spyro poked his head out from behind some bushes, looking into the clearing. The others were indeed here.

Embara was lying next to the bust of her father, her tail curled around the pedestal. Cyra was at her side, and across from them, Cynder was sitting, amusing herself by swatting at Sparx with her tail blade, while he dodged it.

Spyro was about to show himself, but then Embara began speaking in a hushed tone, and he stayed hidden.

“I don’t know how I’m going to tell my mom,” she said.

Apparently it was a topic they had already been discussing, because Cynder said, “I guess you should just tell her. She’s your mother, she’ll love you no matter what.”

Spyro was starting to feel like this was a private conversation, but before he could leave, Sparx spotted him.

“Hey, bro, did the old guys let you go early?” he called.

Spyro turned back. “Yeah, they said I could take a break.”

“Well come here, tell us all about it!”

“I don’t want to intrude, it sounds like you were having an important conversation…”

“Well…” Cynder glanced at Embara. “Do you mind…?”

She shrugged. “He’s pretty cool, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about him. You can join us.”

“All right.” He walked over, sitting next to Cynder and briefly nuzzling her snout.

“Should we tell him?” Cyra said to Embara. “Maybe he’ll have some good advice.”

“Maybe.” Embara gave Spyro a serious look. “There’s something I need to tell you. But you can’t tell anyone else.”

“Okay, I won’t,” he replied easily.

“Promise! This is really important!”

“Okay, I promise.”

Embara glanced at Cyra, who put her paw over hers in reassurance, then up at the smiling face of the statue. Finally, she looked back at Spyro. “All right. Well, this is something I’ve kinda known about myself for a long time, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it… But I can’t deny it any longer. I’m… I’m bisexual.” She lowered her head.

“Oh. All right, is that all?”

“Is that all?” She stared at him. “Do you know how people would treat me if they found out I’m attracted to both males and females?”

Spyro gave a shrug. “I don’t see what difference it makes. You can’t control who you like. And if others want to treat you badly because of it, that’s their problem, not yours.”

She smiled. “I knew you’d understand. But I haven’t told any of the other guardians, or my mother. And I don’t think I know how.”

“The same way you told us,” Cyra replied. “Just calmly tell them. Start with your mother, she’ll accept you no matter what. As for the guardians…”

“Volteer is the most understanding,” Spyro added. “He won’t judge you. But if you want someone that can absolutely keep a secret, tell Terrador. As for Cyril… well, sometimes there are people you just can’t tell these things to.”

Embara chuckled. “Yeah, he seems kinda narrow-minded. If I tell the guardians, he’ll definitely be last. But I’ll tell my mom later.” She looked up at the statue. “I already talked to Dad about it. Something tells me that if he was still alive, he would be the quickest to accept it. Heck, he might even help me find a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“We could help you do that!” Sparx pointed out. “Cyra, hey, are you-”

“As much as I like Embara, I don’t feel that way,” Cyra replied instantly. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you guys are so accepting.” Embara bumped her head against her friend’s.

“I think we should head back,” Cynder said, standing up. The others did too, and Sparx alighted on one of her horns to ride along.

They discussed other topics as they went back, and Embara seemed in an exceptionally good mood, now that she knew her friends accepted who she was.

Most of the conversation was between Embara and Cyra, who were discussing new training techniques they’ll be starting next weekend. Meanwhile, Spyro filled Cynder and Sparx in on how he had finally managed to use a spell. Then he demonstrated by levitating a rock for a few steps before dropping it.

“That’s really cool,” Sparx said. “Hey, can you do that to another dragon?”

“Probably one day, but I can only lift light objects for now.”

“Could you do it to me?”

In response, Spyro gave him a mental shove, knocking him off Cynder’s horn.

He nearly hit the ground before recovering and fluttering his wings, slowing him so he could grab her wrist cuff. Holding onto the smooth metal, he said, “Okay, that was not cool.” He climbed back up, now riding on her back. Wrapping his arms around her neck, he shouted, “Giddyup!”

Spyro resisted the urge to snort while Cynder looked over her shoulder, glaring at him. “I will eat you, pest.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he replied.

“Don’t tempt me. I bet you’d go good with barbecue sauce.”

“Oh, that is rude. Extremely insulting, m’am. Clearly dragonflies are meant to be marinated in ranch dressing. You have no class.”

Cynder started to reply, but then Embara said, “Stop flirting, you two.”

“Flirting? Who’s flirting? I’m not flirting,” Sparx said, crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned against one of Cynder’s wing shoulders.

“Like I would ever flirt with an annoying bug,” Cynder said. “I mean, we’re not the same species… we’re not even the same… family or whatever. He’s an insect, I’m a reptile. It’d be so weird.”

“Well there are weirder couples,” Cyra pointed out. “Like that guy in our school who’s dating a cheetah.”

“At least cheetahs are close to us in size. Not to mention, intelligence,” Cynder claimed.

“Are you calling me stupid?”

“Guys, relax,” Spyro said, deciding it was time to intervene. “This is a pointless argument.”

“Yeah. Besides, I’m with Spyro,” Cynder agreed. “Sorry, Sparx.”

“Nah, that’s fine. There’s plenty of nice dragonflies around. Just gotta find ‘em.” Sparx looked around. “There aren’t many here, of course. Probably because dragons have a bad habit of eating us when they’re bored.”

“We don’t do that anymore,” Cyra responded.

“Well… most of us don’t,” Embara said, with a nervous laugh.

Soon, they were reentering the temple. Cyra and Embara said goodbye and left to their respective homes, and after a meal, Spyro returned to his training with the guardians.

This left Cynder and Sparx with nothing to do.

“Wanna go shopping in Warfang?” Sparx asked.

“…Yeah, let’s go.”

They headed out.

~ ~ ~

As weeks passed, Spyro continued to improve in his abilities. He was able to manipulate larger and more complicated objects, and channel more raw magic through himself without injury or exhaustion.

He was soon able to teleport live creatures short distances, and took to practicing on Sparx when he was unsuspecting. The first few times the dragonfly ended up in front of a rock or tree and ran into it were highly amusing, even to Sparx.

Then the school year ended and summer break began, giving him unlimited time to train whenever he wanted. He could often be found with his friends out in the Avalar Valley, enjoying the warm weather and soft green grass.

When he was sure he could do it properly, he tested a teleportation spell on Jacob, causing him to disappear and then reappear several feet closer to the river.

“Hey, that was pretty cool,” Jacob called, but before he could give any further compliments, his girlfriend shoved him into the water.

“Is the water fine?” Oryps asked, laughing.

Grinning, Jacob jumped up, flapping his wings to give himself enough air to grab her tail. “I dunno, come find out.” He fell, pulling her down with him. They both splashed into the water and began rolling around, batting playfully at each other.

“They’re so cute together,” Cynder commented. “I hope they stay together.”

“I’m sure they will,” Spyro replied. “I can tell they’re really close. They’ve been friends since they were dragonets, after all.”

While the couple played in the river, the others took to sunbathing nearby. Spyro would occasionally make a rock float or teleport, and once, he created a small ball of light that floated a few inches over him, but it was nearly impossible to see during the day, so he got rid of it.

“I don’t like the heat that much, but it’s nice by the river,” Cyra said. She was currently lying on her back, wings splayed out to soak in the warmth. “Yo Embara, how’d it go with Crystal yesterday?”

Embara was lying next to the water with her front paws resting in it, but at Cyra’s question, she backed up and laid closer to the others. “Well… not very well.”

“Oh, no. What happened?”

“It’s nothing big. She’s nice, but we just aren’t very similar. We can’t connect. Maybe I’m not quite ready for dating yet.”

“You’ll find someone.”

Spyro moved in closer to Cynder, resting a paw over hers and rubbing their cheeks together. “I hope you do, Embara. It’s nice, having someone to care about you.”

“Yeah… but it’s no big deal, I have other responsibilities.” Embara breathed a small flame into her paws and began playing with it to amuse herself, thus losing interest in conversation with the others.

“Guys, why aren’t you swimming?” Oryps asked, swimming back over to the shore and climbing up. She shook herself off, putting out Embara’s flame.

“Girl, you did not just do that.”

“Oh, I did that,” Oryps replied. “What are you going to do about it?”

Embara gave her an unreadable look for a few moments. Then, without warning, she tackled her, knocking both of them into the water.

“Fight!” Sparx cheered.

The dragonesses circled each other, their hind claws turning up mud on the river bed as they ran at each other, fighting with their front claws. Oryps had the advantage here; long claws ran in the family. Plus, she always uses physical melee techniques, so she was very experienced.

But Embara was two years older and bigger, with more weight to throw into her blows.

They both managed to give each other decent scratches across the face and chest, and Oryps wasn’t tiring out as quickly. She soon got the other into a choke hold, pulling her out onto the grass and pinning her down. “I win.”

“Okay, ow, let go,” Embara rasped, kicking at her with her back feet.

Oryps let go of her, idly brushing off one of her larger scratches.

“I can get that. I learned a healing spell,” Spyro said, getting up to come check the damage. “Well, I learned the theory behind it, but I think I can actually do it.” He placed his paw on Embara’s head, one of his toes gently tracing along the wound, which was beginning to bleed.

He closed his eyes to concentrate, commanding his magic to pass into her and heal her. He even transferred some of his own energy to her to replace what she had lost during the fight.

It made him tired, but the cut began to close, the small scales around it falling back into place once again, until there was only a scar.

“Nice,” Oryps said, nodding in approval. “Think you can do that for me? She got me good on the neck.” She proudly displayed a gash that was bleeding by a significant amount.

“Sure,” Spyro replied, smiling at how useful this was. Even if those two were just fighting for fun, it was good to know that he could make them feel better afterward. After all… they very rarely played fair.

36IStillLikeSpyro36 · Dec 28, 2013 7:44 AM

i just read Chapter 1 and it looks pretty good so far.

i'll read Chapter 2 later.

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