(Note: This is not a fanfiction of the new Spyro Series. In truth I hate the new games because I found the story cliche and the game itself just boring. If you do like the newer games though, don't be offended, and don't think this entire series as a big hit against the Legend of Spyro. In fact, I might even incorporate a few aspects of the new series in this one. This Fanfic is basically my idea of how they should've rebooted the Spyro franchise. I'm not asking anyone to turn this into some kind of petition or anything I just want to share this with people and maybe have a few laughs with it. Enjoy )
It is mid-morning in the Artisan Land, a great, grassy valley surrounded by a jagged mountain range that appear purple from the sun's rays coming from behind . Tan bricked architecture makes up the numerous castles and towers and sculpts the pavilions and underground tunnels. The crafters of these steadfast structures were not what one might usually expect. The industrious mole people did not shape this land nor did the Colosi. No, this land was built, run, and occupied by some of the most amazing and intimidating creatures of all, the dragons. And on this particular morning, one particular dragon was giving one particular herd of sheep a particularly rude wake up call.
With a horn-ended charge Spyro sent another sheep airborne for a lengthy five seconds. Not bad, all things considered. He definitely was improving, as the sheep had been unhappily bearing witness to. Once again, the flock scattered, though Spyro was not a bit deterred. Rounding them up was almost as fun as knocking them around. Before he could set to it, however, a shadow descended upon him, followed closely by a slightly older dragon. The little dragon yelped as he was pinned to the ground, much to the sheep's delight.
"Gotcha!" The older dragon chuckled, looking down at his target, "Not so much fun being the sheep is it Spyro?" He rubbed the head of the younger dragon with his paw, much as someone would tussle a young boy's hair, with the gesture being just as patronizing.
Spyro grunted as he wriggled to get free. "What do you want?"
Copper smiled a infuriating little smile. "I'm just trying to look after my little brother. Wouldn't want the sheep hurting you after all."
"Shut up and Get off me!" The little dragon struggled some more, bending and craning his neck to try and get a snap at one of his brother's paws. Finally, his brother relented and got off little Spyro, who got back on his feet to face his older sibling. Copper was as his name suggested, a copper-colored dragon whose coat gave off a metallic sheen. The darkness of it contrasted greatly with his cream-colored underbelly and white horns. He was a good deal larger than Spryo, despite being only 3 years his senior. He still had a long way to go before he reached adult height, but for now he was formidable enough, not that Spyro cared. "The sheep would be more trouble for you then for me. I've been practicing charging on them."
Copper dismissed the boast with an eyeroll. "I've been ramming sheep since before you even knew where your horns were. Charging sheep is old anyway, I hear there are some rats in the old rabbit burrows east of here. Last one there was a dropped egg...[grins] or a little bitty dragon with a big head." With that he dashed off, leaving his little brother to catch up.