Love Letter
Requested by kyser the ice guardian who was requested by druin the lacer so he told me.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anyone mentioned in this Poem. Credit goes to Activision. I do however claim authorship to this poem no matter what profile it goes on.
It's in my name. I will start a community on Fanfiction and it will be just before the start.
We all know what happened on the 13/11/15? Explosions and gunfire were heard in several areas in Paris which proved fatal to over 100 lives or so it is believed. IS did claim ownership to these attacks which I call, "A Calling To War". This act of terrorism should not be taken lightly as the French have suffered enough in to past 100 years. Those in both World Wars will be remembered as heroes. Those killed in the terrorist attack will be remembered as victims when they deserved a lot more. I ask you all to join me in my campaign to give comfort to those in need.
Join #Pray4Paris and we will strive for success. Every join = a care for what happened, and I will go public.
-RememberPastGlory
Love Letter
Setting:
In the temple, students roamed around. Some were talking, padding a long, and even throwing rubbish. One dragon stood out from the rest. The Purple dragon of Legend, his golden underbelly, golden wing membranes on his orange wings. His golden horns shone in the light as well as his tail blade. He padded to his locker and to his amazement, found a note on his locker. He opened it and placed on the floor to read it.
Dear Spyro:
The words in my head
Cannot be said
Because your reaction is my fear.
From your golden horns
To your purple tail
They make me feel a tear.
You're my knight in shining armour.
Your sight makes me calmer.
We make a team
That few will dream
As we take our time further.
I want you to know
The real me.
I want you to show
Your honesty.
Will you be mine?
Will you be my mate?
On our timeline,
This was only fate.
I love you to the bottom of my heart
And I will never let you go.
Yours forever.
Cynder
Spyro's lips start to quiver, his bones start to shiver. He turns quickly to see the girl of his dreams smiling. Thoughts start a piling... His moves in for kiss, he surely couldn't miss-
"Wait, wait, wait!" A voice said.
"What?" Says another.
"Mom made you a note, and you fall in love straight away."
"You got that right Jinx, me and Cynder then kissed and..." Spyro was interrupted,
"Ew, gross!"
"Hey, that kiss was the start of everything." Said Cynder who just came in, bag on her wings.
"Even me?" Asked Jinx.
Spyro and Cynder looked at each other with a smile, then to a corner of the room that was special to them.
"Yes, and it made another." In the corner was red egg that was in the hands of Spyro and Cynder.
"Still gross."
End
(I would recommend listening to My Father Told Me by Avicii at this point)
-Writen by RememberPastGlory
-Credit: RememberPastGlory
-Idea: Kyser the ice guardian, Druin the lacer
-Community: #Pray4Paris
-Cast-
Spyro: The hero, the father
Cynder: The heroine, the mother
Jinx: The son, every child ever...
The Egg: "I'm just sitting here"
Random students: Every school ever...
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