A/N:
Well... this is a "Spyro dies a lot" fic basically. It's going to be morbid and (hopefully) sad. I probably won't continue a plot point for more than one chapter but if I feel the aftermath of Spyro's death is interesting, I might. That or just make a really long chapter. xD
The main purpose of this is to keep me on track and give my non-existent fans something to read when I'm being lazy. It'll help me stay focused on writing to just write a little chapter for this every once in a while. So, enjoy. Or maybe not. xD
I'll probably have the first actual chapter up later tonight, so stay tuned. By the way just to avoid getting banned for second person, assume that "you" does not actually refer to YOU and rather he's talking to someone you can't see and you're just along for the ride. Don't ban meh plz. xD
There are a lot of "what ifs" in this universe; more than you can possibly comprehend. A thousand, a million, a trillion possibilities emerge for every second that passes by. The smallest choice can change the course of the world. For every split that's created, I'm in charge of it all.
I am The Watcher. I am Death. I nurture these worlds until they sputter out and die, and then I turn back to the rest of them, waiting for me, waiting to meet their grave.
One day the world you are standing in will, simply, no longer be. Perhaps it will quickly reach the end of its lifespan, and I will be left to care for the others for eons. Or perhaps it will be the very last world, and as the heart of the final creature stills, I can finally rest and meet the infinite souls that I have reaped.
I cannot tell the future. I am not the Chronicler. I merely hold the records of the past. I could tell you the stories of every being who has ever existed across all these worlds, but by the time I reached the end, there would only be a million more.
Oh yes... it was Spyro you came to hear about, was it? I really do love his story. Very cliché, of course; he was by far not the first hero in the universe to take down a seemingly unstoppable foe. But the thing is, everyone's story is... unique. Even though everything that ever happens follows a theme that was established years and years ago, every story has just a touch of something special to it.
Spyro, Spyro... yes. Forgive me. When the dragon's world came into existence, I was quite old already. I am very weary, but I have many millenia to go yet, and even now as we speak I am reaping the fallen souls across the heavens. It is quite distracting, you understand.
Yes, the purple dragon. You believe Spyro won his quest, do you? Once, perhaps. A few different times in fact. But the fact is, Spyro died much more often than he won. Do not think of me as a wholly unforgiving soul. The Spyro you knew of was only so lucky because I saved him from Death more than once. I guided the winds, I pushed over mountains, I led a thousand of his foes to their final rest. But you must understand, every time I do this, there is another world created, another trillion years tacked onto my lifespan. I did help him on his quest despite this. Sometimes I am content to let the heroes fall, and sometimes I must see the end of their journey.
This is a lonely existence, you know. Not many people stop to talk to me, so all I have are the stories of the fallen. They're like so many little books. A gargantuan library, yes. Some of the books are boring and I am happy to allow them to reach their end, but some I find to be more... exciting. Even if it means just another world to care for, I must witness the happy ending to their story.
That was what you came to hear though. The not-so-happy endings to Spyro's tale. Let it remind you of your own mortality before I send you on your way. You can, have, and will have died more times than you can count. You, though, shall consciously exist until it is truly time for your life to come to an end. You will not be aware of these deaths, only the final death before your book has closed. Perhaps you will live a long life, or perhaps I will decide to end you early.
Knowing this, take my advice: Viva la vida. Live life. Take the time you have and make the best of it; don't waste a single second. You may think you will live forever, but I promise you, you will not. All you can do is seize the life I have given you and use it to its fullest.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. It's up to you to decide which one you will be. And, perhaps, you can be like Spyro: one of the ones I decide to save in the end.