Reconnection
Chapter 1 - The Funeral
Yeah... Cool... classy... an all-around rad dragon. That's me. Spyro... father of two-full grown children I'm probably going to outlive. Elora... our relationship was... rocky a lot for the time that we were together, not that I didn't love her.
"Yeah, when I'm older..."
Heh... what a lame decision that was. When I had that wet dream about her as a teen I was like, "Welp, I guess I'm grown up now! No parents means no rules for hitting the girl of my dreams!" Sure, I was young and indecisive, but damn me to oblivion if the consequences to that thinking didn't make me the biggest fart-knocker of the Dragon Shores.
When I met up with that girl after all those years, she had aged pretty well for herself. She has been taking amazing care of her body. Turned out she has been dating for a while, but never found the right guy who wanted her for anything but her Punani or her spells, if not both. We reconnected... and well... one thing led to another. I've been waiting until now to say this, but... I... got her pregnant on our first date. She did the test and... I promised to marry her.
It was hard being married to a hero, at least that's what she always said. People always asked if I was old enough to be a father... and maybe I wasn't. Still... it's not like I would have left her out to dry with two buns in the oven. Of course... I was there when they were born, since we decided to do it at home for... our own reasons. ...The lessons I learned from that are... something I'll never forget.
Over the years, we became close. We had our spats, but it's not like we were always at each other's throats. She... was a good mother, to say the least. I thought we would always be together... but in the years that followed, I would be proven completely wrong.
Sure... Elora took good care of herself, I'll admit. But... even so, she is a fawn. I'm a dragon. A rad... fart-knocker of a dragon. She aged... too fast for my taste. Maybe it was never meant to be, now that I think of it.
Listen... I know it's odd and some of you may still hate Elora for what she did with me all those years ago, but promise me you will all remember her as the righteous chick she was. She was an amazing mom to Elaine and Schala, too.
As her husband, it is my duty to do this. I love you Elora... I'll always love you. I don't know if I'm going to be able to find another woman... unlike I promised you. There is a Goth dragoness who goes by the bar every once and a while. I talk to her a lot. She seems nice, but... I dunno. Maybe I'll give her a shot if nothing turns up.
Well... thanks for everything, Elora... my sweet faun.
With this, the well-built Spyro stepped from the podium, his large frills which adorned his sides and back shifting as he took one last glance upon the coffin which housed his beloved Elora, now passed from old age. He toyed with the golden star-shaped earrings which Elora had given to him for their tenth anniversary and silver-diamond ring which she had bought for their wedding. After this, he took his leave.
He had spoken last.
He had spoken best.
'All my friends are dead... none of them are left alive.'
The thought slowly sank in for the rest of the funeral, after which Spyro took to the skies in solitude, headed for the bar.