The sun had just set over the endless plains of Avalar. Life was seen all around as countless critters finished up their day's work and were going back into their burrows. If there was once ever such a fine and beautiful evening, it was only viewed in old textbooks.
A dark shape caught the attention of a nearby squirrel. The squirrel sat bolt upright, alert and on guard.
A rustle in the bush behind it.
It snapped around and slowly slid its claws from its paws. Though there was no more movement to be seen, the squirrel wasn't dumb enough to let down its guard. It stood completely still, listening and smelling.
But it had no idea that it was moments from death. A dark and misshapen hand swopped down from the tree above and closed itself around the squirrel's fragile body. A sharp but fatal squeeze finished the squirrel without pain.
The dark figure took the dead squirrel and jammed a metal rod through its body. Tearing and yanking, the squirrel's entrails fell out onto the cold ground. Then the figure continued to hold the gutless squirrel out over a fire pit, letting the fur singe off then letting the meat cook slowly.
A dark laugh escaped its throat as it watched the meat tenderize. It flipped back its hood to reveal jagged teeth, a crooked and cruel smile, and a scarred, mangled face covered with stitches and staples. It chuckled once more before taking of the not-yet-cooked squirrel and dug its sharp teeth into the raw flesh.
In the distance, the volcano erupted and a long, ear-splitting roar filled the sky.
SPYRO: Evolutions
A flash of light burst from Spyro's Gun of Napalm as he caught fire to yet another pile of garbage. In his workshop, trash was plentiful and not always so easy to get rid of. So, using the fire attachment o his M14, he simply burned it. It never smelled great, but it always got the job done. But now he needed some semi-automatic power.
"Sparx!" Spyro yelled out of the door of his workshop. It took only a second for the eager Sparx to run across the field and to the entrance of the workshop, brandishing his AK47 Gun of Napalm.
"Yeah?" Sparx replied, peeling back his goggles. Underneath the goggles, Spyro could plainly see a tan line and dirt line. He was always the dirty, down to earth one of the group. He worked with explosives 24/7, so he was almost always covered with ash and soot.
"I need your Gun," Spyro said calmly. Sparx smiled.
"Wat'cha workin' on now, Spy?" Sparx laughed. Spyro was the inventor, and whatever he had to say was always interesting.
"Trying out a new attachment for my gun, but my gun can't keep enough rapid fire to melt one of the metals I'm using. Mind if I use yours for a sec'?" Spyro explained.
"Sure thing, man," said Sparx as he tossed the Gun to Spyro. Spyro caught it easily and went straight to work while Sparx went outside and laid down on a nearby bench.
Night had fallen by the time Spyro had finished. When he went to return the Gun, he found Sparx outside, snoozing on the bench. He was commonly asleep when he wasn't working, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Spyro looked up at the night sky and absorbed the warm feeling from the stars and galaxies that overlooked him. He found it interesting that some of the galaxies' light that was visible to the human eye through telescope was over 3 million years old. Wow.
But the stars were disappearing for some reason. After a quick observation, he realized that there was an approaching light that was making the stars invisible. What the hell?
He shook Sparx awake and began walking the highest hill nearest the workshop. This hill was so high that the landscape below was visible for around 10 miles.
New light. Brighter than before. Was it growing, or were they just getting too close? Looking over the hill.
"What in God's name..." Sparx said in disbelief. Spyro shared his surprise.
Below them were about ten thousand Dark Plain soldiers, all mangled, all evil, and none looking to share childhood stories.
To Be Continued...
