A/N: During the cut scenes of the Spyro games, I almost always heard Sparx's comments about various characters, places ect. Soon after, I began to wonder if Sparx's humor was how he coped with Spyro being the Purple Dragon, thus this fic was born!
Everybody finds me mildly irritating. I make comments that don't usually help in a crisis and to most of the dragons; I'm just a floating, golden ball of light that gets in the way. I don't really care all that much though, I'm here for Spyro and no one else, even if he is a big klutz who attracts trouble every two steps.
He's a good friend. Dangerous to be around, but a good friend. We go way back, before all this purple dragon stuff. He was almost my brother and we had spent hours together before all of this. You see, to the other dragons I'm some sort of sidekick who follows Spyro along and helps him but to me and him, it's a deep friendship that the two of us share.
Spyro won't know that though and that's my fault, not his. I'm not one to show emotion outside even if it's one of those crucial moments. I just can't do it and I don't want to. Emotion is weakness. I grew up knowing that, observing the other dragonflies when Spyro was somewhere else. I was so young and I watched how emotion could make anyone crumble.
I won't be a victim. I won't succumb to emotion, even if it means being an annoying pain that everyone has to put up with. My comments are a mask to protect me, to protect me from the emotion I feel. Whenever Spyro fights some monster and I feel the familiar turmoil inside of me, an annoying comment immediately afterwards usually tames it.
It's hurtful though, I know that much but I only regret the pain it causes, not why I do it. Wait, I do regret it. Emotion is such a wonderful thing, you can experience happiness and love but I've just seen it the wrong way and now I can't think of emotion in any other way.
My mask was my protection and I will wear it till the end of my life. It was sad but it was true.