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#1 Mar 14, 2009 7:37 AM
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Spyro:Docter Spittle-Dark Matter Wars Season 1
This is my second fanfic anyway spyro has been captured by someone called Docter Spittle who wants him to wage war against dark matter.....
Episode 01
Shadows on the Walls
Spyro was in a dim room with just a tiny lamp in the middle. His escape from the nest of the Konerlan left him trapped in the ice and snow and he had fallen uncounsis in the snow. "Defeat those on the walls" said a voice. Then without warning shadows apperad on the walls "they are dark matter clumps" Spyro froze the shadows with his ice breath and smiled he had won, it was too eazy.
I know its very short but i'll finish it.
Update: I have now finished this episode, if you have been waiting for long then you should have looked on Fanfiction.Net under the name Dark Matter Wars Season 1 so if you are waiting for anything of my fanfics to come...just look it up on Fanfiction.Net it will be most likely be there...so on to the rest of the episode, so Spyro thinks things are too easy well things are going to become really bad....
He sat down, it was quiet the only sound was the blizzard that had almost killed him, roared in the smelly, damp and dim room. Okay, I’m dead and I’m in hell or something, Spyro thought. When a voice laughed, echoing off the walls “I am Spittle, the most intelligent dragon that has ever existed” Sounds like you’re the most insane one too, thought Spyro. When a door opened walking in was a sleek red dragon, Spittle. “One of the fields, you survived the Konerlan if you can do that I promise you young dragon your destiny shall be revealed by me”. “Now, now, now I have fought Elder Dark and survived and now it looks like I have been captured by a complete weirdo” Spittle growled and swung his hand and several shadows appeared on the wall “Young one, you did not understand at all these things are far more powerful than you are they are us, they are everything, they are all.” Mad-o he does nothing but gibber on about complete *bleep*, thought Spyro. Spittle smiled wickedly and the shadows seemed to twitch and lurch when Spyro felt himself been lifted and been pulled from side to side, until Spittle held his hand out and the shadows stopped moving and Spyro dropped to the floor, his legs and arms aching. “What the hell?!” yelled Spyro, “Dark Matter clumps, they are everything and Dark Matter must die” “What?” Spyro asked staring at the shadows “So you’re planning on killing your own pets?”Said Spyro, amused by this potentially mad dragon, “No” Spittle said flatly. “Real dark matter will die these clumps are fake” he said, waving his arm and the shadows disappeared. “Come with me young one you have a destiny to achieve” Spittle said evilly and he disappeared through the doors and Spyro followed.
Screen fades to black.
Somewhere in the middle of the Vorox Desert.
A dark dragon stepped forward aware of his visitors. “W-w-w-where are you?” he stammered, “Everywhere pathetic low life form” whispered a voice that echoed through the night desert “Please, don’t kill her” he said, almost crying. “Alright” the voice sighed. A blue dragon was thrown onto the sand her mouth was sealed shut “Now, let’s talk business” The dragon pulled something out of his black leather jacket. It gleamed as he handed it over “Here, now please leave us alone” a invisible hand picked it up a dark fist appeared and the gleaming object was smashed in the dark fist, the fist then vanished “Unacceptable” he hissed, “You could have handed it back over I had to steal that from the Avalarian Main Palace, it’s over 1,000,000 years old!” “I know” the voice hissed “Think about it I’m older than the stars, the galaxies, the planets I was born before time and space and other forms of matter, before the cataclysm that shaped the universe” “I want something that will give me information on our enemy, find...him” the voice said saying the last two words through gritted teeth. “Keep your beautiful dragon” and there was a shimmer the dragons mouth opened she gagged “Calm now, Ryara” “I, Tarixin will find their dragon” “HALT!!!” A group of Vorox were running over the dunes. He knew the Vorox were strict about their curfew, they wanted only their patrols out in their desert after sundown. He held his arms up and yelled “I surrender!”.
End Credits roll
Next Time...
Image of Spittle surrounded by fake dark matter clumps appears, flashes over to Spyro freezing Shadow Riptoc with his Ice breath.
A voice yells “You must die!”
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
Image of a group of Dragons being chased by black robots appears followed by Tarixin locked in a sword duel by a Vorox.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Image of Spyro growling at Spittle followed by an image of a magic crafter attacking a black robot.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
Image of Spyro flying through a black portal and something else following him out and the screen cuts out.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
.
I had the song at the end for reasons you will understand only when do I get around about the finale of Season 2 and the first episode of Season 3 will you understand what the song is there for.
Every Great Light has its Great Shadow...I am no exception...
Ignore me will you...
heh, heh when you turn your back your life will be over...
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