Not many Spyro fics get reviews here do they? Well, that's not important anyway. I'm a big Spyro fan (I like the older games best) but I've only just started writing about it. So you'll have to excuse me if it ain't no good.
Onwards!
Spyro: Parents of a Hero
"I like your new place."
"Really? It isn't too small?"
"Nope, and it doesn't smell anything like cat pee."
"Spyro!" Hunter yelled at his friend with good nature. "Why do you have to be that Dragon?"
"Alright." Spyro sighed. "It smells of room deodoriser… cat pee smelling deodoriser." He snickered under paw.
Hunter glare." You better not say anything like that when Bianca come round to see it."
"Don't worry I won't." The purple dragon said sincerely.
Hunter had just recently bought a home in the Artisans Homeland from Moneybags. The ridiculous bear had expanded his business from Avalar to the Dragon Realms and Forgotten World and the many other surrounding lands, apparently he was doing quite well for himself but his presence wasn't always welcomed. Anyway, since the cheetah was quite timid and easily scared the Artisans was the perfect place for him, well that was what Spyro had said anyway.
Spyro shifted to a more comfortable position on Hunter's porch swing. "So, when is she coming?"
Hunter tapped his chin thoughtfully with one paw. "A couple hours, maybe?" He guessed.
"You mean you don't remember?" Spyro smirked a toothy grin of amusement.
The big cat simply shook it off as he reached for his trainers and pulled them on. "Are you commin' for a run, Spyro?"
"Oh, I don't know. This thing is pretty comfortable really." He emphasised his point by tapping the swaying sofa with a purple claw while watching the small group of Dragon crowded around the speedway portal.
Hunter smiled. "That's fine, you can wait for Bianca…" He smirked – a look Spyro didn't like. "I heard Ember'll be coming with her too." The cheetah had an evil glint in his eyes now. "And it's easier to avoid something if you're moving."
Spyro gulped. He's faced steaming lava pits, dizzying height for a dragon that can't fly, precarious ledges, strange pinball contraptions of the Professor's, deranged creature and countless psychotic dictators. But when it came to the small pink delicate female dragon he lost his nerve.
The dragon was so similar to him and she kept flirting and dropping subtle hints that she liked him. After he'd made many numerous excuses to run away in all actuality he liked her too. This was just the one subject that escaped him.
"Right! We're off!" He announced. The two friends set off across the vast grassland at a steady pace.
"What are they doing over there?" Hunter asked and motioned to the group of dragons.
"Spyro turned his head to look. "They're trying to get into the speedway. They haven't been able to get in since Sgt Bird went in a few days ago. We like to work out in the time tasks and races the local creatures every once in a while."
"SPYRO!" A random dragon from the group shouted over to them.
The small purple dragon sighed and glided slightly ahead of Hunter, the cheetah sped up his pace to mach that of the Dragon hero. The Dragon that had shouted was the reigning champion of the Artisan speedway, Ricky – the speed freak. The brown dragon often enjoyed a good race with Spyro and was, generally, a nice dragon all in all.
"Ricky." Spyro greeted politely. He tented to save his smart comments for his enemies – since he had up worked a long list of creatures that wanted his head.
"Spyro, could you get ya friend outta there? We wanna fly."
"I don't know…"
The surrounding dragons huffed. "Well you'd better do something! We want to teach our children to fly!" Cozo said. "Or is that the reason you sent your friend in? To hinder our hatchlings?"
Cozo the dragon was the local thug, however him being an Artisan dragon he was no match for the Beast Makers of Peace Keepers. But amongst the Artisans he was the loudest, most rambunctious, incredibly forward and largest of them – the only Artisan Cozo feared was Lindar.
Or course, non-of the other dragons would even dream of pushing Spyro for the purple dragon had more experience in battle than them put together. The slightly arrogant Spyro could swim, breathe fire, ice, water and electricity as well as Horn Dive among other things. Even the hefty Peace Keepers would think twice before insulting Spyro.
"I didn't send Sgt Bird in there, he went in on his own." Spyro explained.
Cozo snorted. "Yeah, whatever. You just want to stop our children from flying so you aren't the only one that can't do it without a power-up or speedway!" He accused pointing down at Spyro.
Hunter jumped in front of Spyro and glared death at the big dragon. "How dare you! Spyro's saved your dirty hide too many times to count. You can't talk like that to him."
"It's okay, Hunter." Spyro said confidently. "He doesn't know what we've all done for him. What our team went through to keep him safe." Spyro turned to look up at Cozo. "And Sgt Bird has to hone his skills constantly for the humming bird brigade." (HBB) Spyro stuck up for his penguin friend.
Gnasty Gnorc had killed Spyro's parents when he was very little and as such he'd had no one to teach him to fly. The first time he'd set out on an adventure was against the green dunderhead when all the dragons in the Dragon Realms had been turned into crystal – it was just his luck the only two dragons he couldn't find were his parents.
The second time Spyro had face Gnasy Gnorc in battle at the Dragon village he had demanded to know where his parents where, but the green monster was so stupid even he couldn't remember what he'd done with them. Now, and ever since he'd been a small hatchling, Spyro's two fondest desires had been to find his parents and for them to teach him to fly when they were reunited.
"And that's another thing!" Cozo shouted, completely ignoring Spyro and Hunter. "Have you heard the way that bird talks? There is no army! He's a damn nut!"
"HEY!" Spyro yelled in a sudden fit of fury. Hunter whipped out his bow and arrows to back up his friend.
The air in front of Spyro's snout was freezing with the sudden drop of temperature as the small dragon readied his ice breath. Every exaltation of breath would condense when it reached the outside air, the other dragon backed away quickly but Cozo stood his ground trying to look menacing – but he just couldn't match the aura Spyro was giving off.
The situation remained tense as no one moved until a soft humming noise was heard around his or her heads. Spyro looked up immediately; he'd know that noise anywhere.
"Sparx!" He laughed, completely forgetting the past situation much to Cozo's immense annoyance. "How are ya?"
The golden dragonfly had also become somewhat of a legend within Dragonfly falls where he now resided. He could do many things the other dragonflies would often dream about, and Sparx made an excellent partner during battles because of the skills he and Spyro had found for him.
The small bright bug flitted around all their head and then pointed upwards at the sky. Everyone looked up.
The normal tranquil sky of the Artisan Homeland had been bombarded with vicious looking black clouds. The Artisan homeland was renowned for its gentle and relaxing spring weather, it was the perfect place for the artistic dragons to write their sonnets and create their works of art. But now, as the dark clouds travelled across the skies the fresh grasslands were darkening under the heavy sheet. The invading alien monstrosities had eaten all the happy fluffy white clouds that moved across their path.
As the dragons continued to stare high above them small white droplets fell down to them. Upon the sudden change in the atmosphere many of the creatures returned to their homes with great haste. Spyro, Sparx and Hunter remained the only ones at the speedway entrance.
"What's all this?" Hunter asked as the three watched the Artisan leader make his way over to them, a small white unicorn on his tail.
"So, master Spyro." Lindar started. "Do you have any idea what this is?" None of the original Dragon Realm dragons from the Artisan lands have ever seen snow before.
"Spyro?" The unicorn asked in her bell like voice. "This is snow isn't it?"
Spyro nodded but Hunter tilted his head to one side in a confused manner. "How do you know what it is, Starz?"
The unicorn giggled and shook her blue main to the other side of her neck. "I come from the Ice Citadel, Hunter. All I know is snow"
"Then why did you ask if it was snow?"
"Well, I just thought that it couldn't snow here…"
"Right you are, Starz." Lindar said. "It isn't possible." He continued as he watched the soft flaked snow drift to the grassy ground.
Hunter held out a paw and caught a few flakes, when he had a fair amount he brought his paw to his mouth and licked it off. "Bleah!" He spat it out while spraying spittle on Spyro. "That tastes disgusting!"
Starz gave him a funny look. "It's only snow – frozen water." She told him.
"Then you try some then." Hunter said while still wiping his arm across his mouth.
"Alright I will." She said and held out her tongue to catch a flake. The moment a single white ball landed on her tongue she spat it out to one side. "Ew! That's just plain nasty!"
"It can't be that bad, can it?" Spyro asked only to receive two dark glares from his friends. The purple dragon then stuck out his own tongue to taste the strange substance. "Geez!" Just like his friends he spat it out immediately.
Sparx seeing the scene his friends were making decided to avoid the pretty white droplets like the plague and zipped under Spyro's wings to take cover.
"What is the matter, young ones?" Lindar asked.
Starz continued to try and rid herself of the taste as she dunked her head in the waterfall's pool. "It tastes like sulphur." She explained.
Lindar looked confused. "Snow that tastes like sulphur? We have neither such thing here. The only place I can think of with snow is the Ice Cavern in Peace Keepers… but that is well below sea level and is to be expected. But sulphur? We have no volcano, but plenty of lava."
"The only volcano I know of is Molten Mount, y'know on Stormy Beach – Red's layer." Spyro said.
Hunter groaned. "Not Red again. It took ages to get rid of him the two time we did before."
Spyro shook his head. "Nah, it can't be him. The Professor still has him in a jar down at the lab."
After the final battle between Red and Spyro had ended in Spyro's favour the Professor'd had Blink move his entire lab from Avalar and the Dragon village to Red's lab. Despite the heat Red's old laboratory was much more highly suited to the moles hair-brained schemes. The two old labs in Avalar and Dragon village had been turned into tourist information centres – run by Elora.
Just then a heavy creaking noise sounded to their left as the speedway portal opened and the military bird rocketed out. The airborne penguin hovered on the spot a second and once he spotted Spyro shot over to him.
"Sgt Bird 90068 awaiting orders, sir." He said with a smart salute after landing.
Spyro laughed. Sgt Bird was immense fun to be around, although quite dangerous at the same time, as the solider tended to shoot things randomly. "It's ok Sgt, we were just talking about the snow."
"Snow?" Sgt Bird looked around at the now white over land. "Heh, this isn't snow ol' chap. You'll know when it really snows."
"Whoa, it's really coming down now." Hunter observed and tried his best to cover his bow and quiver of arrows.
"Yes, we should be inside." Lindar said. "Come, to the castle." The blue dragon tucked his staff under his arm and flexed his wings. With a whoosh his was in the air and making his way to the castle at the foot of the Artisan Homeland. Sgt Bird shot after him.
"See ya, guys." Starz said as she trotted off in a different direction, to her house.
Spyro and Hunter watched her go then turned back to look at the castle. "But, what about Bianca?" Hunter asked. "She'll be comin' here any time, she'll need help through all this snow."
"I'm sure she'll be fine, Hunter." Spyro said and smirked. "And it's you who needs the help."
"Why you –" Hunter started but Spyro was already way ahead of him towards the castle. With a sigh Hunter followed quickly.
The Artisan Homeland was slowly but surly being buried beneath the snow blanketing the once green fields. If it didn't stop soon people would be stranded in their portals. Even the fodder had moved onto another portal, soon there'd be no food either.
A/N: So how was that? Twas just an introduction, but this'll mainly be about Spyro's parents and the Dragons of the SEASONS.
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