I guess you can say that this is my Christmas present to all of my fans. Have a Merry CHRISTmas. To anyone who says X-mas or happy holidays, then screw you it's Merry Christmas.

Yes, I know it should be A Christmas Tale so you don't need to point that out. I'm not retarded, I can read like anyone else. And best of all, my Christmas story is in script format! *gets bonked on the head*. We can do without the violence oh enemies of script format. I know better than to do that.

So instead of playing with your barbie dolls, thomas the trains, and polly pockets you got for Christmas, enjoy this original series based Spyro story.

Chapter One

The Odd One Out

Christmas. Everyone knew what Christmas was and what it always brought. Gifts, dinners, and friendly company would bring anyone who was willing to support all three events of happiness and joy. It was one of the most important days of the year to everyone. Everyone but one.

"Christmas. Bah. How is it that time of the year again?"

Every dragon in the Artisan home world were ready to celebrate for the upcoming holiday. With only two days away from the grand finale, sll the elders had to find gifts for all one hundred and fifty toddlers. Of course, as Christmas came so did it's white sparkling cheer. Snow covered the land of the Artisan home world, giving it a beautiful sort of texture.

But a green dragon despised it all. He found it utterly disgusting to watch on how happy and cheerful their lives were.

"I'm tired of seeing all of this. It's always the same."

The Artisan world had made it's progress ever since the incident with Gnasty Gnorc. It had flourished into a larger town, mainly for all the toddlers the purple dragon saved. One hundred and fifty dragon toddlers, all looking forward toward the same thing. Fun.

A cliff wall surrounded the whole land, leaving the Artisan domain in a valley of some sort. Many caves were dug out in the cliff walls to serve as homes for the dragons. Tunnels were made in particular places in the rock walls, which led to the newer parts of the Artisan world. These lands were larger and held most of the caves. A lake was also dug out for the toddlers to go swimming if they wanted to in one of the corners of the valley. The cliff wall was also much higher than the old part of the world, letting the dragons build a type of flooring system. Stone bridges and platforms were built halfway up the cliff, letting the dragons dig out even more caverns for homes. On the other side of the valley the dragons managed to put together another waterfall, much bigger than the old one. It emptied into a small pond with a drainage hole at the bottom, which helped keep the pond from overflowing. There was also another hedge maze toward the right of the waterfall. It was much bigger than the other and much more challenging.

Some of the toddlers were playing in the new hedge maze while others may have been playing tag. Swimming was out of the question for the lake was frozen over by the snow. Instead of swimming, the toddlers enjoyed and little ice skating.

But on the cliff above the hedge maze, stood a particular green dragon who hated the sight. He dispised Christmas for it only brought joy, something he never grew up with.

"Look at these fools."

This dragon had his reasons for disliking the holiday. His two fine horns pointed back and his tail looked like a tiny green mace. His lime green eyes scanned the area, spotting nothing of that could have increase his interest. But this dragon held a feature others did not. Instead of scales, this dragon had medium sized fur which covered his whole body. The only thing that wasn't green was his horns, which were more of a light gray. He was a little smaller than a dragon elder as well.

A series of buzzing came from behind the unpleasant dragon, making him look back in response. "Yes Ruby. I know that."

Ruby was the fur dragon's companion. His female dragonfly companion to be more exact. The dragonfly also held on to a one of a kind feature that others did not. Know matter how many butterflies she ate, she always held her ruby color. Which was why her name was Ruby. She always stuck with the dragon ever since the beginning, no matter what he did.

What the dragonfly was referring to, was a tall Christmas tree being set up in the middle of the plains. The adult dragons were working hard but the tree was slowly beginning to come together. It had its decorations that the toddlers merrily helped with, along with a five pointed star hooked right at the top of the tree.

The fur dragon became angered. He really didn't find this as exciting as they did. The dragon thought if there was something he could do, then a small atrocious grin appeared on his face.

The dragonfly seemed to notice but she seemed more worried than anything else, making her buzz some words at her companion.

"What am I thinking?" the fur dragon schemed. He laughed in his throat as his plan came into play.

The dragon took off running and leaped off the cliff wall with Ruby following him closely behind. The furry reptile opened his wings letting him glide over the hedge maze as he closed in on his target. The tree. The adult dragons finally got the tree standing and were smiling at their success. But the furry one was about to make any happy face disappear without a trace.

"Who's that?" one of the adult dragons muttered. Anyone who heard his voice, turned to see what the problem was.

"Who is who?" A green scaled adult asked. He turned to see his friend looking up into the sky while pointing, making him look as well. He saw someone gliding through the air toward them with an unfamiliar face.

"Can't be a toddler," one of them said. "He's too big to be one."

"Can't be an adult either," another one indicated. "Looks too small."

They only watched as the unknown visitor dived in toward them. It looked like a small red light was following him. One of the elder dragons squinted at the red light, trying to find out what it could be. But it was just too small to see from a distance. Everyone only watched as their unexpected guest hovered straight over their tree.

"He can fly?" An adult rhetorically asked in surprise.

The fur dragon grinned then spoke out toward the dragons below, "Let me be the first to show my holiday spirit."

The reptile inhaled, letting the dragonfly Ruby immediately come to her senses on what her comrade's intentions were. The dragonfly flew out in front of the dragon to try and stop him, but it was far too late to save the tree. The dragon exhaled, not even taking notice of his dragonfly in front of him, as his flames engulfed her as well as the Christmas tree. Every living being in the area, even the little ones, turned their heads toward the ruckus to see the top of the new tree burning with a blistering fire. Gasps could be heard from everyone who watched, which was music to the fur dragons ears.

The fur dragon let out an evil chuckle as he flew back toward the cliff, satisfied with the results from his hateful little prank. "Now I really did enjoy that, I hope they can deal with this little rat." A few more moments passed and the dragon landed back in his spot he was before. "And by rat, I mean me." The dragon waited to hear a response, but never heard one. He looked around, thinking Ruby was playing tricks on him. "Hey Ruby, where did you go? Can you really be that slow?"

The fur dragon turned to look at the burning tree, wondering on what happened to his dragonfly partner. He just hoped that she could be found.

Meanwhile, with the tree still burning, a purple dragon was still found sleeping in one of the bottom floor caverns.

"Spyro! Wake up!" The purple dragon shot up out of bed at the sudden shout.

The dragon lived alone in his own little cave made just for him for his heroic deeds in defeating the dragon elder Red. It contained the usual stuff you could find in anyone's cave. His bed was sort of large for his size, which had a bookcase filled with various books at the foot of it. A small circular red velvet carpet decorated the flooring enough to cover most of the important parts of the cave flooring. A couple of chairs were placed on the other side of the carpet for relaxing for any visitors Spyro happened to get. A shelf was located above Spyro's bed, which only held onto a dragonfly sized bed, which was currently being used by a golden dragonfly, who was awake now.

"What?" Spyro asked in a rude sort of manner. He rubbed his eyes as they came into focus.

The purple dragon spotted his red dragon friend Flame, Spyro attempted to smile but was still trying to wake up from his sleep.

"The Christmas tree is on fire!" Flame reported with all his might.

"Very funny," Spyro replied, not sounding amused.

"I'm serious!" Flame cried out loud. The purple dragon could hear his echo was well as a low buzzing in his ear. The red dragon looked up to see Sparx, wide-awake and looking surprised at the news.

"Your not fooling me," Spyro lazily said, throwing the covers back over his head.

Sparx buzzed a few choice words, making the purple dragon get up with a groan. He breathed a sigh as he looked out the cave to see a small blanket of snow out in the plain. He also saw a few adult dragons who seemed to be rushing, maybe there really was something going on out there?

"Alright," Spyro finally conceded. "I'll see what's going on."

Flame was the first one out of the cave then waited for Sparx and Spyro to emerge. When they finally did, Spyro found that his friend was right. The tree was burning and the adult dragons were doing their best in trying to save it. But the purple dragon already knew it was no use. The flames had spread too much too quickly. If there was hope to save the tree, he would have used his water breath.

"There isn't any way they can save it," Spyro indicated. "That tree is a goner."

Spyro still made his way toward the scene, thinking there was still some way he could help.

When he arrived at the burning tree, it seemed as if everyone had just given up. Everyone helplessly watched as the tree they worked so hard on was lost. The ornaments, the decorations, all gone.

"What happened?" Spyro asked a nearby adult, who watched the same terrible scene.

The dragon shook his head, "I'm not sure really. Some weird dragon showed up and set the tree on fire for no reason, then flew off toward the cliffs."

"Oh, well just out of curiosity, what did he look like?" Spyro inquired, still watching the tree burn.

"He was green and he had fur all over him."

Spyro looked at the dragon like it was some sort of joke, "Fur? Funny."

"No jokes," the dragon deeply replied. "You heard the truth, ask someone else if you don't believe me."

It didn't take long for the tree to burn all the way down to nothing but hot ashes. The snow seemed to help by dousing the hot remains, did this mysterious fur dragon hate them for some reason? However Spyro spotted something that seemed to shimmer in the snow, so he made his way over to it.

The shimmering spot seemed to be fairly close to the remains of the tree. He couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the fur dragon he was told about. When he arrived at the spot, he peered downwards and moved some of the snow to the side. To his amazement, it was a red dragonfly. Spyro examined it for a moment, wondering how the dragonfly managed to get somewhat buried in snow. It also turned out that the dragonfly was out cold making Spyro take pity upon the inscrutable creature.