Sigh. Hello guys. A few things. First, yep. Another effing story. I keep starting them but never finishing. Now, I am on the fence about scraping my current stories. I need you to tell me if I should. Second, I changed my name. No longer am I ShatteredxReality. Now I am "ADyingStarInTheBlackBlackSky." Shut up. No one cares what you have to say. Unless what you have to say is good. Then everyone cares. To shorten the name, you can call me Midnight! Or not. IDK. I don't care either. Do what you want.
This story, as you may already know, is about Spyro. However, my knowledge on the character, his games, and lore is very limited, since I have NEVER actually played (can you believe it?) and would very much appreciate help. While on the subject of help, I also need help with my other stories, provided enough of you want them to continue. I have like, 3 readers though.
I really have no excuse, and currently, I seem like a horrible writer. I'm not. I think.
So enjoy, and please. Send help.
Spyro was sitting down on the ground, his tail wrapped around Cynder's, enjoying the sunset as they usually did. There were no words said. There was nothing to be said. It was just a time when no one bothered them, and they savored every moment each day. This day was different.
Cynder's tail twitched, as her eyes followed a bright blew speck as it moved across the yellow, red sky. Squinting as the bright, yellow light hit her eyes directly, she lost sight of the object. Believing it to a trick of the eye, she relaxed. Spyro noticed the tail twitch but thought nothing of it. That was when the dot reappeared with a trail of lighter blue. Cynder jumped up, startling Spyro, who then also turned to watch.
"What is that?" Spyro asked in a small voice.
"I don't know," Cynder replied.
Their eyes tracked the object, and with a sudden jolt of fear, that it was getting closer. Dragons below and around started to notice it as well, and a murmur rose. Their conversation only grew louder and more panicked as the speck grew larger. "Everyone!" Terrador shouted. "Into the tunnels!"
A flood of colors all rushed towards the entrances to the underground as armored soldiers raced towards the incoming meteor. Spyro, Cynder, and a few other followed just behind the Guardians. Seconds went by. Minutes passed. The residents and tourists held their breaths. Confused. Scared.
A rumble swept the dragons off their feet. The meteorite had landed. Dust rained from the ceiling, the ground shook and the walls cracked. Cries of horror and fear emerged from the coughing dragons, and the amount of movement didn't help either.
Outside, the Guardians, Spyro, Cynder, and the soldiers opened their eyes and landed to see a perfectly round and silver sphere. Volteer gasped. Everyone turned to look at the Electric Guardian dragon. "By the Ancestors!" he shouted.
Curious and scared, Spyro asked, "What? What is it?"
Volteer started at the sphere, exited as he jumped around. "It's and Ancheint Build!"
"So.. it's an old thing?" Cynder asked.
"No! The Ancients! A time period, close to over a million years ago! Combined architecture and engineering between two great races during the great war! It's meant to be a capture pod! Such marvelous technology was lost after one of the species was wiped out."
A pause. Then Cyril spoke. "How do you know this if this is from a million years ago?" Another pauses. "And what were the two races?"
"Well. Obviously one of them was dragons."
"And the other?" Terrador asked.
Before he could respond, the sphere suddenly hissed. Lines crisscrossed the sphere, and segments of the object opened up. A small figure fell from the thing. "Humans. And I believe the only pod used during the war, was to house the Demon."
Yep. That's it. 472 words for an intro. Ugh.
Just.
I don't know.
I should start ending each story with some kind of topic or quote. Alright. First, why do people write Fan Fiction? Second, do you think fan fiction has an impact on the writers themselves?
Finally, innovations also come from greed no?
Stay vigilant
- ADyingStarInTheBlackBlackSky