This story has been written by me; The Young and Free Dragon, and my good friend Cguame12. I'm honored to be writing with him, so if one half of the story is bad, that's my half. Anyway, please enjoy and review if you can.
NOT EVERY FOOLISH MISTAKE
BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON AND CGUAME12
Baptised with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself
-Amaranth by Nightwish
PROLOGUE: SMOLDERING EMBERS
A small red dragon half-listened to his father- also a red dragon- tell a story of his past. When he was young. Some girl he may have known, or maybe something he and his companions had gotten into. The youngling wasn't the least bit interested. Under normal circumstances he would have been eager to hear all of the story and more afterward, despite his father's protests that he needed to sleep. But tonight, his mind was somewhere else. A story everyone had denied him, and he couldn't understand why. It couldn't be that bad. But his sister wouldn't tell him and his friends had laughed at him for not knowing it. He was brooding to himself now, angry that they would make fun of him. The temple elders had never told him of it. His parents had never said anything. How could he possibly know?
His father noticed his son frowning to himself and his eyes weren't fixed on him as usual. He tilted his head and questioned the boy.
"Son, what's wrong?"
"My friends laughed at me today," He said. "Because they were talking about 'Spyro', and I didn't know what that was."
His father blinked at him before shaking his head.
"We don't talk about him, son. It's not socially acceptable."
"But why?" He asked, tilting his head.
His father sighed and thought for a moment before speaking.
"Spyro the dragon was one of the legendary purple dragons. The world believed at the time that he was the peace maker but he only brought about more suffering. Now I think it's time for someone to sleep..."
"The old dragon outside of the city believes he is a hero..." The child whispered, before shutting his mouth as his father looked at him sharply.
"You've been out of the city?"
"Just to talk to the guards at the gate. For school," The child lied, and the father knew it.
"You know you and no other children are allowed outside of the city. It is dangerous out there!" His father scolded.
"But the old one lives out there!" The child protested.
"He is a fool," The father snapped. "As are you for believing his chicken shit tales."
The child quieted, looking solemnly at the wall.
"He was brain-washed by the hype over Spyro and has never accepted the fact that he was wrong. It's plain and simple. Forget Spyro and forget what he said. The world would be better off without him."
The father left without saying goodnight and the child stared at the wall in joking silence. Later on he heard his mother and father arguing about nothing that he cared about and he didn't sleep that night. His eyes stayed focused on a patch of purple light.