A Dragon in NYC

Nightwing · Jul 26, 2007 4:03 AM

The small girl shuffled slowly down the avenue. She might as well have been invisible to the passerby as she headed down the stairs leading to the subway. She hopped over the turnstile and ducked into the tunnel. A train came roaring by and she pressed herself flat against the wall as the slipstream tugged at her ragged jacket. Running the rest of the way in case a train came along, she came to the crack in the wall that marked her hiding place. Her scrawniness enabled her to slip inside easily, while the jutting edge of the crevice kept out drafts. She had decorated the room with some baubles that she had found in Central Park, along with her only posessions, a piece of broken glass on a chain and a fuzzy red blanket. She took out the blank notebook and the broken pencil and started to write.
"Dear Diary,
Dumpster-dived for lunch. Cold. Raining. Still glad I escaped from orphanage. At least I'm not a mindless servant of the headmistress now. Today, run-in with some gang. Must remember to buy a weapon, if ever collect enough pennies."

She curled in her blanket and sighed. If only her parents had not given her up. Maybe some nice tourists would feel sorry for her and pick her up off the street. And maybe tomorrow she would become Queen of NYC. She gave a mirthless laugh and dozed off.

To be continued...

andi01 · Jul 31, 2007 12:55 PM

thats's pretty good nightwing good job!

Nightwing · Oct 12, 2007 3:00 AM

The girl had spent an entire evening staring into the piece of broken glass. Stupid, really, she berated herself. She could be out collecting dropped coins or scavenging for food. She had started to doze off when a flash of brightest purple seared through her hideout. She glanced nervously around, expecting that the headmistress had found her at last, then stared at the glass again. The bright purple seared the darkness again. The girl was stunned.It had come from the glass.
It came to her in a flash.
My name is Amethyst.
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Ever since that night, Amethyst had experienced strange strokes of good fortune, or maybe it was just the fact that she had a name. For the headmistress had always called them by their numbers: Hers was 45-49.
She had never liked that number, it felt rough and ugly to her.
She had managed to collect enough coins to buy a knife. It was gold with a black dragon curled around the handle. She had not known what the figure was at first, but somehow it appealed to her.
Amethyst had been feeling surges of energy even though she had been living on practically nothing for the past few days. She felt as if there was a wild beast inside her, urging her to break from her human form. Sometimes she felt changes. Her head would elongate, her limbs become quadripedal. She had other appendages too, it always felt as if there were something above and behind her. New tendons sprang from her back, and she was still slender, not a bony slender, but a graceful slender.
She realized she was a dragon.
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Spyro stared into the pool again. He knew that it was only a wisp of a dream, maybe not even real, but he felt a strange love for this two-legged beast. He felt as if he would not be whole until he met her.
"Spyro, are you even listening to me?"
Ember scowled. Spyro may have strange dreams and visions, yadda yadda, but he had no right to ignore her!
"So,Spyro, are we going to Tall Plains for a date or what?"
"Ummm, sure"Spyro answered vaguely.
His thoughts still lingered with the girl in the dream-pool.
To be continued...

Nightwing · Nov 11, 2007 9:21 PM

Amethyst sighed. She knew she was somehow not human, but not completely dragon. A sob welled in her throat. She felt like her heart had been torn in two, that some vital part of her soul had been ripped away with the awareness of becoming dragon. Walking slowly down the back alley, she saw one of the gang members that had cornered her. He seemed frightened of something, and hurried away from her. She wondered if her looks had started to become reptilian, but as she felt her face, she touched smooth, normal skin. Suddenly, a rage unlike any other built up inside her. She wanted to rip, to tear, to kill. An inhuman screech left her throat, somewhere between a roar and a snarl. Serrated claws shot from her fingertips, and her skin rippled and turned a pale purple. The sane part of her realized that that was where her name had come from. She panicked, afraid that someone would see, and struggled to contain herself. She turned and ran.
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Ignitus sat stunned in front of the dream-pool. "A drache," he whispered. "I thought they were extinct." He called Spyro into his study. "Spyro, come look at this." Ember came with him. "Not you, Ember." Ignitus ordered. "This is not for you to see." Ember scowled again and slouched away. Spyro glanced after her, worried that she would do something unwise in her anger. She had been feeling strange lately, and Spyro thought she had somehow seen his affection for the girl. Ignitus led him to the dream-pool. "Do you see what I see?"

wyraachur · Nov 12, 2007 12:28 AM

Brilliant work so far big_smile Can't wait to see the rest

Sails_the_Fox · Feb 16, 2008 11:11 PM

i dont get it what the crap is a matter WITH SPYRO!?

Nightwing · Apr 04, 2008 1:09 AM

Wow! Been a while since I updated. Sorry.
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Ignitus was informing Spyro about the full history of draches. In truth, Spyro was getting a little bored. It seemed that draches were exactly like the dragons at the Dragon Temple, with the same traditions, the same rituals, et cetera, et cetera. In fact, Spyro couldn't see the difference at all, and was having trouble stifling a yawn at times when Ignitus was going into length about extended family trees and social classes...like he was right now.
Spyro began to doze off...
A girl was screaming.
He got the feeling that she was screaming to him, and not just for anyone to come help her.
A horrible snarling broke through the screams, and then the screams suddenly stopped altogether. Spyro cringed, expecting the snarling...thing... to come to eat him. But wait...
The way the snarls were sounding, it was as if it were screaming for help itself. Spyro listened carefully, while attempting to get closer, but it seemed that his limbs were embedded in stone. He heard a pair of footsteps.
The next second it sounded as if there were two dragons walking.
The next second, four.
The next second, eight.
On and on it went, until it sounded as if thousands upon thousands of dragons were walking in a march.
A low murmur was running through the crowd that Spyro could not see.
Serve the jewel. Serve the jewel. Serve the jewel.
Spyro began trying to move his legs fervently. It seemed that there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to join the masses of dragons that were marching mindlessly through the empty space.
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Headmistress Rowle was sitting at her desk. Pursing her lips, she rifled through the stack of papers scattered across the table. She called out the door, "68-7!"
The fourteen-year-old boy entered. "Yes, Headmistress?" he said in a flat monotone.
"I want to know why your team has not caught 45-49 yet!" snapped Rowle. "It's dangerous for her to be running around alone," she added in a motherly tone (At least she thought it sounded like a motherly tone. To someone else, it probably sounded like a death threat).
"Headmistress, possibly if you..." 68-7's voice trailed off.
"I? ME? IT IS YOUR JOB TO TRACK RUNAWAYS, IF ANYONE IS TO BLAME, IT IS YOU!" screeched the headmistress. After taking several deep breaths, she noticed 68-7's glazed eyes starting to come into focus.
Realizing her mistake, she honey-coated her voice for the next words. "Dear sweet 68-7. I did not mean all that. You know I did not...You are the one I need. I need you to reunite me with my dear sweet brother...
She relaxed as 68-7's eyes clouded over once more.
Her eyes glowed yellow as she said these next words...
"My dear brother...Red."
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Sails_the_Fox, what do you mean, what is the matter with Spyro? Sorry, but I don't get it. :?
wyraachur, thank you for the nice comment. smile
andi01, thanks! big_smile
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Seems we will be seeing... red

Sails_the_Fox · Apr 04, 2008 2:32 AM

just call me sails..... and i mean whats a matter with him? he keeps thinking about a GIRL! whats a matter with him!!!

Nightwing · Jun 21, 2008 4:14 AM

Again, long time since I've updated. Now since school's out, I might update more often than usual. (Not that that'll be really often, mind you. I do have a lot of American Dragon Jake Long fics to work on. But I will try my hardest to keep this story going.)

By the way, Sails, this story might have some romance in it. Nothing major, not even a simple kiss planned yet. It's still in the early stages, but I am planning for a twist...

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Amethyst stood at the top of the second tallest building in NYC. Stretching her hand over the side, she chanced a peek over the edge. Miniscule cars and swarming people looking like ants were oblivious to her plan. Not for long.

She took a deep breath. Edging closer to the edge, she swayed in the slight breeze. Marveling at the almost-lack of gravity, she stretched one foot over the side. One boy below had spotted her and was pointing and screaming. Let him point. The more people watching, the better.

She wasn't even sure if this would work. So far, she hadn't been able to control her transformations at all. But she definitely couldn't live with a foot in two worlds anymore. Once human, now freak. This would be the test to decide if she was one or the other. It was risky, sure. But if this test failed miserably, she would at least know what she was.

Taking another deep breath, she raced forward before she could change her mind and hurled herself off the edge.

There was a crowd now, all screaming as one. Feeling the wind tug at her clothes and the skin of her face, Amethyst smiled. Suddenly the ground and the crowd began to blur and shift. "Amethyst!" she heard a boy scream in a language unfamiliar to her, but she understood it perfectly.

Forcing her eyes open against the rushing air, she took in every single thing below, at a glance. Suddenly wanting to survive, with every particle of her being, she felt a stretching sensation at her back. Her body arched backwards, her mouth opened in a silent scream. Tumbling ungracefully through the air, she spun end over end. Six feet above the crowd and the ground, two magnificent wings opened behind her and caught the air. Several people on the ground collapsed where they stood in dead faints. A triumphant yell escaped Amethyst. Swooping up, she looked down at the faces below. Most were scared, some were happy, and some looked downright angry. Curving one wing, she made a banking turn and whipped around the next turn. Several people were running after her, screaming angrily. Trying to lose them, she spun around a corner, then another, and shot straight up. Well. It seemed she had passed her own test.

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I was planning to put more in this chapter, but I've been on a long time and I should get off. I'll post the rest of it as soon as I can.

Review please!

Spyro_For_Life · Jun 21, 2008 8:11 PM

I like all of it so far. Cool, deep, mysterious! I like it a lot. Poor girl. If those people catch up to her they'd probably beat her half to death. I'm grinning, and that was not something I should be grinning at. *Spyro_For_Life slaps herself.* Man, I wish I have played the first game. That's where Red's from, right?

Nightwing · Jun 22, 2008 12:25 AM

I've come up with the second half of the chapter I was going to post yesterday. Just pretend that it skips from post to post. wink

Thanks for the comment, Spyro_For_Life! By the way, Red is from A Hero's Tail. I was just thinking about that, thinking I probably should actually play the game before I write about a character in it... Hahaha!

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"Spyro? Spyro!"

Spyro groaned and rolled over in his bed. Ember was standing over him, irritatedly poking his ribs with a foreclaw. Trying to muffle the sound of her sickeningly cutesy voice that she was putting on for him, he buried his head in the large fluffplant that served as his pillow. Losing patience, Ember started to sound way less cute and more infuriated.

"SPYRO!" she roared right next to his ear, the result being that Spyro almost hit the roof of the temple as he jumped up. Rubbing the unfortunate ear vigorously, he stumbled sideways as he tried to regain his balance.

"Spyro, were you ignoring me?" Ember asked, using her cute voice again.

"Believe me, I was trying to," Spyro mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said... Believe me, you'll always be cute?"

Ember got her glare face on.

"I don't think that's what you said... cutie," she said in a voice so cold not even Ignitus could have thawed Spyro out, if it had been real ice in her voice.

Spyro stood up tall and looked her straight in the eye. "You're right. I said, Believe me, I was trying to. Referring to ignoring you, I mean."

Ember just gaped. Spyro turned and marched out, slamming the door behind him.

Too late, she lowered her head and ran full speed at him, smacking her head into the solid stone door. Staggering around and cursing under her breath, she dug her claws into the edge of the door and whacked it open.

She saw Spyro marching down the hall. Deciding not to follow him, she turned the other way and walked down the hall to the garden. She didn't know what was making him act this way. A few weeks ago, he was smitten with her. Most likely she was just worrying over nothing. A few more days and she would be his best friend again. Or maybe this was a result of those dreams he was having. Stress. 'Serve the jewel' indeed! Yes, she had eavesdropped on him and Ignitus when they were discussing his dream, but it was for his own good, wasn't it? Maybe she could prevent his having these dreams. Some bad stuff might happen if Spyro wasn't being alerted to what he should do to save the world, but then she could have all his attention, without any rude comments from him.

Making a plan, she smirked.

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Wow. I made Ember really mean. Oh well. I used Ember so I could make her mean! (I smile evilly at this point.) Hey, didn't I mention something about a twist last time? Make that two twists!

Review please! smile

Spyro_For_Life · Jun 22, 2008 6:44 PM

Wow, Ember is mean. Well, I've never seen her, so I wouldn't know how mean she really is, but still... From what I've heard, she flattered Spyro often. Is that true? So, anyway, Ember and Red are from A Hero's Tail, right? Never played that one.
Oh, and that was a good part of the story.

Mkananoja · Jun 23, 2008 3:44 PM

really interesting story by this far and getting better by every chapter.
keep your keyboard smoking!

Nightwing · Jul 07, 2008 9:57 PM

Updating again! smile

Yeah, I guess Ember isn't really that mean, but from what I've seen of her, she seemed a little...how should I put it...possessive of Spyro. I just played around with that side of her a little bit.

Here goes...

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Amethyst flew on, her heart throbbing so hard she could literally feel it pounding in the back of her skull. It had been two hours ago that she jumped off the building, two hours of nonstop wing sprints. She had long flown out of NYC, and was flapping her wings at top speed, going over seventy miles an hour, and not yet outdistancing the cars screeing after her, the stench of hot rubber stinging her eyes and burning her throat as she gasped for breath.

The men in the car had several handguns, and the occasional bullet grazed her wingtip or foot. Mostly they had stopped shooting, and they now seemed to be waiting for her to collapse from exhaustion. Which probably wouldn't be long now. She was getting so tired that occasionally she forgot to flap her wings; and dropped a couple feet each time.

Making a huge effort, she arched both of her wings back and flew in a gigantic loop, first turning up, then upside down, then whipping both wings to the right, spinning off to the left. Since it was almost dark, her pursuers screeched to a halt in their car, yelling in fury.

Amethyst flew on for another ten minutes. Seeing that nobody was chasing her, she relaxed. Shock and exhaustion overcame her.

Her wings folded and she dropped like a stone toward the ground.

From two hundred feet in the air.

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Far away, Spyro dreamt.

There was a beautiful pool in the middle of a glade. Clear, iridescent purple water rippled softly against velvety grass, which seemed to grow incredibly fast. It swirled along the ground in gorgeous patterns.

Standing up, he walked, no, floated toward the pond. The face of a beautiful dragoness seemed to gaze serenely at him from everywhere.

Putting a paw in the water, he immediately relaxed. A feeling of contented warmth flowed through him. Stepping in with his other front foot, he was surprised when a single sharp stone pricked his paw-pad. Such a peaceful place shouldn't have any danger.

Lifting his foot up to inspect the wound, a single drop of blood fell from the cut into the water. Splashing onto the surface, a deep ripple spread from the blood drop, rapidly turning the water jet-black to both edges. Steam rose from the surface. Growls echoed from the surrounding trees, and blood-red eyes glared at him. The grass started growing black and coarse, and vines crept from the ground to drag him into the water. He howled with pain as acid-like droplets ate through his scales. The world started spinning.

Now submerged completely in murky black acid, he watched as the beautiful dragoness gazed down at him and giggled.

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WOW. I don't even KNOW where the second half of this chapter came from. o_O o_O o_O I was planning to write a semi-funny thing with Ember, and this just came out of my brain. If you don't think it's all that creepy on screen, then you should see it in my head. It looks like it belongs in some bloody horror movie. WOW.

Anyway, to my reviewers:

Spyro_For_Life: Thanks! That part was hard to write.

Mkananoja: Thank you!

mimi · Jul 09, 2008 6:39 PM

omg i just read the first two post so far but you write beautiful with such detail omg thats so veautiful i can picture exactly how everythinhg looks keep on going make another story afrtrer story make the story longer commmooonnn it was so beautiful i couldnt move a inch common epiloge epiloge epiloge neutral neutral neutral

Nightwing · Jul 11, 2008 10:27 PM

I'm posting again!

Mimi: Thanks! And the story isn't anywhere near over yet! big_smile

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Spyro awoke, breathing hard. The world seemed to spin, and Spyro staggered out into the corridor. Somewhere, something was awakening.
In more ways than one.

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Amethyst moaned and rolled over. Immediately she wished she hadn't. The pain was unendurable. Six lumps of bone protruded from her chest, indicating six broken ribs. One wing was ripped from top to bottom, and a leg and an arm were twisted at angles that were nauseating to even look at.

She coughed, and tasted blood in the back of her throat.

Squinting against the dawn light, she managed to crane her head without moving her body. Looking around, Amethyst managed to deduce that she was in the middle of a field. Other than grass, there was nothing else in sight.

Seriously considering staying in the field until some unlucky farmer found her corpse, she turned her head to the other side. There was a pool of water about ten feet away. Amethyst was parched, but figured that the water could be ten miles away, for all the good it would do her.

The rumble of a tractor didn't alarm her unduly. It sounded far away, and if she stayed still, chances were the rider wouldn't spot a broken and bloody girl with wings, through the tall grass.

A yell rent the sky, pounding straight to Amethyst's eardrums. She winced, then gasped with pain. Sudden movement obviously made the pain worse.

She heard the thumping of heavy boots coming toward her. Obviously her wings were more visible than she thought.

A shadow fell over her face. It was a man, maybe late twenties-early thirties.

"My god... what are you?" he whispered softly.

Amethyst considered. Hmmm. A half dragon, half human, fugitive from people she didn't even know...She decided to stick with the simplest answer.

"What am I? Almost dead," she grunted, more blood spilling from her lips.

The man turned and ran, and Amethyst blacked out.

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So, like it so far? smile I do!

Please review!

Spyro_For_Life · Jul 12, 2008 3:52 PM

I know I like it so far. Keep going! This is awesome!

mimi · Jul 12, 2008 6:01 PM

omg thats just what i would expect from you nightwing man yoiu make a story gooooooooooooooood i will listen to every post you make and if you dont like me making comments please tell but oman that was good wil will the farmer take care of her or turn her in will spyro find her OMAN I GOTTA KNOW GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOOGO

Nightwing · Aug 21, 2008 10:22 PM

Soooooooooo sorry for the long wait. The internet has been acting up at my place and I've tried so many solutions you wouldn't believe it. Finally I figured out that I had to shut down the computer and restart it again. :-P

Your making comments is fine, mimi! Comments warm my soul! smile

Thanks, Spyro_For_Life!

Here goes...
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Amethyst awoke on a white linen sheet spread over a bunch of pillows carefully laid on the floor. Pinkish-orange light poured in from an open blind. Mistakenly thinking she was completely fine, she rolled over onto the carpet. Instantly the pain became so awful that a shrill sound split the dawn. It took a minute for her to realize that it was her screaming.

The farmer sprinted in. He cowered against the wall as her shriek carried on and on. When her scream finally petered out, he crept forward and knelt beside her on the floor. They both waited for something to break the silence. She looked into his eyes, which were looking only at her wings. She started as he abruptly stood up.

"I'm going to call the government," he said in a monotone.

"No," croaked Amethyst as he walked away. If she was exposed, she wouldn't guess that the men who had chased her would leave her alive. "NO!" she screamed. Simultaneously a tail grew and she lashed it to the side, hooking the young man's ankle and slamming him to the ground. He rapidly untangled his ankle from her tail and scrambled back against the wall. They both froze for a minute, neither of them knowing what would happen if they moved.

"I can help you," he whispered, moving only his lips. "I can treat your injuries, and I won't give you to the government."

Amethyst still stayed tense. Even though she had almost nothing, she could still lose everything if he decided to hand her over. But what choice did she have? She couldn't fly, or travel, or even crawl in this condition.

"Yes," she breathed, relaxing back onto the cushions.
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Weeks passed. She spent the first few days in a swirling mass of colors and pain. Eventually her ribs started melding together on their own. The man had stitched up her wing. Her arm and leg were set in plaster.

She learned he lived alone, working the fields by himself, and almost never leaving. He had plenty of food, and he was an expert at treating injuries.

But for all his generosity, the two stayed away from each other, for the most part, only eating together in silence. Soon she was almost healed.

One evening, when they were both sitting at the table, she knew. She knew instinctively it was time for her to leave. Taking a deep breath, she sat up tall. "Thank you," she said clearly. He looked up, startled.

"You're the reason I'm alive right now. Thank you again for what you've done for me," she continued. "But I need to know you won't tell anyone about me."

He shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't."

Amethyst glared. "That's not good enough. I need to make sure."

The man looked bemused. "What?"

His look changed from harmless bewilderment to abject terror as Amethyst rose and took a step toward him, claws sprouting from her fingers.
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One minute later, Amethyst took flight...

...her tail spike and claws dripping with blood.

She would not come back to the farmhouse with the mangled body lying within, or the world that contained them.

Her new instincts had taken over, and the search for her world and kin had begun.
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Something has awakened in Amethyst.
And be warned that the story will follow a much darker tangent from now on.

Review please.

mimi · Aug 23, 2008 8:22 PM

OMG yikes she killed him......thats so awsome XDXDXD i know i like comments also lol but man please continue this story gets bettter by the post big_smile i love it and am your loyal reader always awaiting more

Spyro_For_Life · Oct 09, 2008 11:08 PM

I am loyaler than mimi and I wait for more as well! mimi, I was just playing. Anyway, Amethyst killed a guy. That's gorey. Definately not suitable for young children. But who cares?! Great job!! wink

Nightwing · Oct 10, 2008 9:30 PM

I. Have. Been. So. Busy. You. Would. Not. Believe. It.
For an example, on a normal day I would find out that my cell model is due in two days, and that tomorrow I have a quiz on the organelles, write out the definitions, two biology worksheets, have to run a mile without stopping in 40 degree weather, have to write a two-page essay on Black Hawk Down, after reading this huge thick war book, which is interesting but it takes time from writing, get a huge assignment on determinants, graphing systems of inequalities, and the three-dimensional coordinate plane, and finally get three interminable worksheets on Tener and Venir…tengo, tienes, tiene, tenemos, teneis, tienen…vengo, vienes, viene, venimos, venis, venen…
WHO’S STRESSED? I’M NOT STRESSED! mad mad mad

So that’s why I haven’t been updating lately. And here is an extra-long chapter to make up for it.

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Amethyst had passed Kansas a while back, and the Great Plains, and even Seattle. Now she swooped low over the Pacific Ocean, dragging a wingtip in the glossy surface of a wave and admiring the fine rooster-tail of spray it sent up. Flipping over onto her back, she twitched her wings in odd ways to keep her aloft, letting the sun warm her almost-fully-dragon belly. Spinning in a spiral, she glimpsed a pod of humpback whales breaching about a mile off her right wing. Following the crests of the waves as they rushed up and down, she winced as the salt water hit her not-quite-healed cuts. She glimpsed something slimy and gray sliding beneath the waves, and she frowned. It couldn’t do much harm to check it out. Perhaps it was some kind of sea dragon or something.

As she dived, she knew immediately that it was the worst idea she’d ever had. Dragons breathed fire,and here she was surrounded by water. Holding her breath, she immediately spotted the gray thing. It was a giant squid, and it stared her down with its one gigantic eye.

Then it wrapped a huge tentacle around her and dragged her down.

Amethyst struggled and kicked, but it didn’t have any effect, not that she’d expected it to. She cursed water and everything that lived in it. Just as she was about to give up, despite her will to live, something bubbled inside her. She opened her mouth and (since there could be no fire underwater) a jet of near-boiling water rocketed out and scalded the squid right below the eye. It seemed to moan in pain, but even a gush of boiling water shouldn’t have made it lose sight of its prize, relinquish its grasp…which it now actually seemed to be doing. As Amethyst continued to struggle, her lungs collapsing by the second, it loosened its grip.

Seeing that it had acquired a new target - a humpback whale that had strayed too far from its pod - she flapped her wings once, desperately, trying to get to the surface. Below, the squid wrapped one long tentacle around the whale’s scarred flesh. As Amethyst broke the surface, she inhaled a deep breath, then retched and choked. The foaming water beneath her grew quiet.

As Amethyst looked up at the air, she didn’t see how she could fly in those fifty-mile-per-hour winds and not die from hypothermia in her soaked state. Considering for a little bit, she lay flat on the water and rotated her wings so that they were at ninety-degree angles to her body. Utilizing only the outer halves of her wings, she managed to move forward through the water at a remarkable pace. To anyone else, she would have looked like two sharks swimming together.

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“WHAT?”, screeched Headmistress Rowle. “You lost 45-49 AGAIN?”

68-7 shrank back. “W-we have discovered numerous signs that the girl is headed west. The winged girl just a block from here. Sightings along the highway of Pennsylvania. We’ve also found the mangled corpse of a farmer in a farmhouse in Kansas. Her most likely flight path is now on to Asia.”

Headmistress Rowle stood up again. “Runaways, they can’t be that smart! You should have caught her by now, if you have found all the signs you say you have!”

68-7 bowed his head. “We will try to the best of our ability to bring her back.”

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Amethyst dragged herself up on the beach of a sandy island. “Where am I?” she whispered. Surfers skimmed their boards on top of the waves, and girlfriends giggled from shore. There was a strong smell of sunscreen. Amethyst scrambled into the bushes so as not to be seen by the crowds. Presently she came to a city.

WELCOME TO SUNNY MAUI, the sign in a cluster of plants said. Without another thought Amethyst charged forward, spitting out hibiscus leaves at first.

People screamed as she galloped through the streets, sometimes two-legged and sometimes four, roaring at anyone who happened to be too close. Cars swerved to avoid her, crashing into each other, and a fire started spontaneously in a building. Why was she creating havoc, she stopped to ask herself. Because it was fun, of course! She screeched at an old lady, enjoying watching her fall backwards into her fruit stand. A little girl with a weird dog screamed, “Alien!”

With one last roar, she lurched into the woods. Well. That was just the kind of thing she needed to refresh her spirits once in a while.

Then she came upon a reflecting pool. Instantly all her good feelings drained out of her. A freak. That’s all she was. Her skin, scaly in some places and not in others, nastily complemented her elongated arms. Her wings, folded behind her, were uglier than she’d thought, and her tail trailed behind like a useless leg. A worthless, Class-A freak. She hung her head as a lump swelled in her throat.

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“We’re receiving reports of a lavender-and-red dragon creature running rampant through Maui. It seems 45-49 has made a small detour from her path.”

“It’s hopeless, sending you,” snarled Rowle. “I’m going after her myself.”

68-7 paled. “Are you sure that is a good idea, Headmistress? We could risk exposing the orphanage as the soul-harvesting camp it is. Should we stop production?”

“No. It’s more important now than ever to keep channeling souls into the dragon world. We need more minions. If we stop production, we won’t have enough souls to free my brother by the time Amethyst fully gains her powers.”

68-7 looked blank.

“45-49. I mean 45-49.”

“Oh.”

“So, I am going out myself.” She pushed 68-7 out. He tried to keep the door open a crack to witness the transformation of human into dragon, but Headmistress wasn’t fooled. She slammed the door the rest of the way closed.

Stretching her arms out, she uttered a guttural moan. Pink scales crept down her arms and covered her fingertips. Yellow horns curled out of her scalp, spines poked out through her clothing. Her skull elongated, growing pointed and wider. Tail and wings grew.

She looked a bit like Ember.

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Amethyst was now flying over Tokyo. She’d become fully dragon in the last half-hour; she could feel it. It felt so good. Considering wreaking havoc again, she turned down the idea. The Japanese liked dragons, didn’t they? No reason to mess with their stereotype. She was absorbed in thoughts of dragons and didn’t even see the gaunt- and old-looking pink dragon flying in at seven o’clock.

It cannoned into her hard. “Hey, watch it!” she yelled. “See this?” She waved her claws around her. “This is my airspace. I need my airspace. Who are you, anyway?”

It preferred not to answer her, knocking into her hard again. It gripped her throat with both foreclaws, throttling her. “Ow!” she shrieked. Its hot breath blasted her face. “What do you want with me?!”

The pink dragon sneered. “With one soul such as yours, I can create a force powerful enough to rule the dragon kingdoms with my brother!” Amethyst recognized the voice. Headmistress Rowle!

“Ha! Fat chance, Rowle!” Amethyst raked her claws up the older dragon’s face. Screeching, she relinquished her death grip on Amethyst. Amethyst sped off, straight up into the air. The colors and sounds started to blur around her. Murmurs in an unfamiliar language made their way to her ears. Everything went black around her. Hexagonal platforms spun by, and a beam of bright purple light reached up and down in the center of this strange place. Then she was out. Bright sunlight beamed down around her. Green fields stretched as far as the eye could see. Pink treetops shaded the landscape.

She had made it to the dragon kingdoms!

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Headmistress Rowle sat at her desk, nursing ten long scratches up the side of her face. 68-7 cowered in the corner, expecting some punishment, even though he did nothing. But no punishment was forthcoming. She sat up further. “Amethyst is a tricky one. She has the luck of the world. But I will have her soul!”

She repeated this mantra to herself.
The better it is for her, the better it is for me.
The better it is for her, the better it is for me.
The better it is for her, the better it is for me,
The better it is for her, the better it is for me.
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You like so far? smile

Please review!

mimi: Thanks! big_smile

Spyro_For_Life: Thanks also smile Haha, and this is the least gory of my fics...

Spyrorocks: Hey! w00t I wrote it on MS word this time!! (But I didn't save it. (I never save fanfiction any place other than my FlashDrive, so no one else besides me and the rest of the internet reads it.)

mimi · Oct 17, 2008 11:12 PM

like...i dont like it....I FREAKEN LOVE IT SPYROFORLIFE YOU MAY BE MY FREINDS BEST FAN BUT I AM NIGHTS BIGGEST FAN >:} FOREVER....LOL GET YOUR OWN WRITER YOU CALLED ROBBIE I CALL NIGHTWING xD MWAHAHAHAill give what you have donen so far this many stars $ $ $ $ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$x1000000000000000000000000 thats how good the story is

Nightwing · Nov 29, 2008 4:09 AM

Hey everyone! Today is the first free time I have had to get on a (working) computer in a while! Mostly I've been logging on on my grandma's computer (she has high-speed internet but it's really finicky...I'm lucky if I can stay connected for 10 minutes). Still having a little exasperation with my home internet...each page is taking over a minute to load...but I'm posting now (within the two-day time limit, I might add wink )
I'm over my temporary writer's block now, and got a bunch of new fresh ideas for this next chapter *expression on Nightwing's face is a cross between big_smile :wub: and :devil: *

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Amethyst stopped in the shadow of a tall plum tree to lick her wing. It was beginning to heal over, but it still pained her greatly. The delicate skin of one wing was scarred and permanently stained with blood. It didn't bother her unduly, as her mission here was to find the dragons, and possibly kin. When she was done resting her wing and smoothing her scales, she stood on her hind legs to pick a plum from the tree. She closed her eyes as she munched it down. God, it was so good. Then the taste and the texture started to change. The flesh of the plum became human flesh, and the juice became blood running through her teeth. Her eyes shot open and she spat out the remainder of the plum. "What was that?" she cried. She stood staring at the mashed-up fruit, which looked like nothing other than a forlorn piece of spit-up plum.

A cheetah walking on two legs came bounding over the hill. "What'd you do that for? These plums are the best in this side of the valley!" He picked one off the tree, shined it on his fur, and took a big bite.

Amethyst stared. "It doesn't taste like blood when you close your eyes?" she whispered.

The cheetah closed his eyes, then looked back at her, his eyes wide. "No, it tastes like caterpillars!" He spat out a green fuzzy worm. "That's why you should always check your plums before you eat them." Amethyst cringed.

"Do the caterpillars taste like blood?" she asked as she raked a claw through the remains of her own plum. Not a trace of anything bloody at all.

"No, they taste like glue. I've never heard of any fruit tasting like blood before." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Hey, are you one of those dragons that sees omens everywhere you go? 'Cause I've got a friend, Spyro, over at the Dragon Temple that sees the future and stuff. Why don't you head over there and check it out?" He pointed. "See those mountains over there? Head straight for those and make a left at the highest peak. There's a river that runs to the East Ocean...uh-oh..." He'd spotted a swarm of grublets and airworms flying straight toward them. He mounted an arrow to his bow and looked back at Amethyst. "You'd better get out of here. Airworms are tough. They'd tear you to shreds."

Amethyst stood there. For some reason her claws were itching beneath the outer shell, down to the core, it seemed. So were her teeth. As the first grublet spun toward her, she leapt up, grasped it in her mouth, and neatly decapitated it with her claws. The head and body spun in different directions. She clawed the head, still grasped in her jaws, several times. The blood seemed to soothe the itching deep in her talons. But then the relief was gone, and the itch was back. She threw the bits of grublet head aside and waited for the next attack.

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"Spyro, I believe we never did finish our lesson on draches," said Ignitus gently. Spyro groaned and rolled over in his bed. Ignitus sighed. "Now, Spyro, it's important for you to learn about our counterparts in the human world. Besides, Ember's coming right now, and I don't think you want her to find you here, is that correct?"

Spyro shot up out of bed. "I'm coming! Don't leave me here!" He scrambled out of the mess of blankets, accidentally dragging one along with his tail until he unhooked it.

"Ah, that's better," smirked Ignitus.

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Amethyst stood strong, eager for the next enemy to come, eager to soothe the itch in her claws. The itch that she now recognized as bloodlust. That should have frightened her, but all she could think about was the appealing feel and noise of flesh tearing.

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As they reached the dreaming-pool room, Spyro had to ask. "I've been seeing a human girl's face in the pool for weeks now. She's suddenly disappeared. What's happened? Is she dead?" Spyro really hoped she wasn't. He'd grown fond of her, looking in the pool.

"She isn't dead, and we'll get to that part of the story in just a minute, Spyro."

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Amethyst dispassionately raked her claws through an airworm. There wasn't much blood in these, not enough to satisfy her, but the tearing feel was nice. As she scattered bits of worm across the ground, she noticed the cheetah staring at her. Mind your own business, and I'll mind mine, she thought. And her own business was getting rid of these annoying pests. They just kept exploding into dark shards as they hit the ground. Not remotely fun. But there were still more grublets coming. The best blood. She raked her claws through the mass, and was rewarded with sprays of blood covering her scales. She swallowed it. She felt it. She even breathed it, even though it made her cough. But the feeling of blood in her lungs, her stomach, was amazing.

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"Now, Spyro, last time we covered the families of draches." Spyro groaned. Ignitus continued, "But now, we're going to go over the most important characteristics of draches."

"Like what?"

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Blood streamed over Amethyst. She rolled in the parts of grublet, staining the beautiful grass red with blood. As the next wave of enemies came in, unknowing of her brutality, she jumped up in anticipation...

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"Draches are the first dragons to be able to become human. This transformation is one-time-only. When they turn back into a dragon, they are permanently like that. I'm guessing your little friend has made it to the Dragon Kingdoms, and that's why you haven't seen her."

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Amethyst flayed her adversaries, glorying and reveling in the showers of warm red. Carving her wings through the air, she carved gashes in her enemies as well.

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Spyro asked, "Why are they living in the human world?"

Ignitus sighed. "There are two reasons."

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She spun through the enemy ranks, slashing as she went, laughing and screaming unintelligibly...

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"One is that, in many ways, life as a human is easier than that of a dragon. There are many things dragons can do that humans cannot."

"What's the other reason?"

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When the last of the grublets were dead, Amethyst treaded air and looked down. Blood was sprayed over the grass, the trees, the bushes. Body parts littered the ground like confetti. The cheetah, his arrow still strung on his bow, stared up at her with horror and grief in his eyes.

She threw back her head and laughed.

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"The other reason..."

"What's the other reason?" asked Spyro tentatively. "The other reason, Ignitus?"

"The other reason is that all draches have an unnatural lust for power. The blood of others pays the price. That's why all of them were exiled to the human world."

Spyro paled. "Exiled?"

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Amethyst was still laughing long after the cheetah had run off, the blood had been swallowed by the grass, and the sun began to go down.

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Whee! I got this chapter done, and in time for bed so I'll be awake to see Twilight tomorrow! I can't wait!

Ooh, new type of chapter here. Switching back and forth between scenes of what's happening here and there, I like it! Ooh again, guess I was feeling in a gory nature tonight...

Review please! smile

mimi · Dec 02, 2008 9:35 PM

BLOODY COOL AND WICKEDLY GOOD FOR A WAIT MORRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE 83 i need more!

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