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Spyro's eyes shot right open. He hastily untwisted himself from his awkward position and rose his head.

Sam screamed, stumbling backwards and tripping over a root, which caused her to fall down onto a log. She shook her head to extinguish the dazed feeling, then watched the dragon stand up in fright. He reared up on his hind legs and spread out his orange wings in an attempt to make himself look larger.

Dragging her body along the ground, Sam felt a pine tree behind her and used it to steady herself.

He was about her size, the only difference being that he was thicker. He was very muscular around the chest which could have nearly doubled his size compared to Sam's somewhat scrawny one. His chest was a good four and a half feet long and his muscular legs looked like they could easily pick up a car. His neck muscles looked like they could enable him to pick up a three-hundred pound log without difficulty. His claws looked like they could fall a tree with ease. His orange-yellowish tail spade looked as if it could severe a man's arm. His scales began to rattle with irritation, sounding similar to a hundred maracas being shaken at the same time.

"It's okay! It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you!" She said, putting a hand up in front of her as if it would make the dragon fall back down all fours.

Spyro ceased snarling and discontinued rattling his violet scales, but he remained standing on his feet. His large chest puffed out as he took in a breath, not quite sure if he should flame her or not. When he comprehended that she was not going to harm him, he fell back down onto all fours. Once the wind blew in his direction, he sniffed the air, catching onto her scent. She didn't smell good at all. As he gradually advanced towards her, her scent became stronger. Soon enough, he was right in front of her, staring her down with his purple eyes. She slid down the tree and sat down with her knees up to her chin.

Spyro nudged her with his snout, then sniffed her over, allowing him to get the full brunt of the terrible smell. First of all, she had a seriously strong odor from no usage of deodorant for months. Secondly, the smell of salt was mixed in with it, most likely from the sweat. She really needed a good shower. Another scent was anonymous, but it smelt just as ripe as she did. She also had the smell of wet cotton.

Spyro exhaled a forceful breath through his nostrils and said, "You smell bad." He recoiled from her. When he gazed back over at her, he was perplexed as to why she was gawking at him in the matter that she was doing.

"Y-y-you…s-s-peak! You speak!" She stammered, pointing an index finger at him. "You're a-a-a…a dragon!" She let her hand fall as she briskly rose to her feet.

"Where am I? Who are you? What are you?" Spyro asked, backing away a little bit more. Her smell just got stronger.

"Allow me to introduce myself," She said, brushing herself off. She had a wide smile across her face. "My name is Sam Weaver. You are who?"

Spyro paused and snorted.

"My name is Spyro."

"Spyro?" She said, mouth opening agape. "I must be hallucinating. Spyro's not real."

He looked over at her.

"But I'm right here. Where am I? Where's Cynder? I went out to walk with her and then I found a stone. I touched the stone and everything went white and then it went black. Where am I?"

"You…crashed."

"Was I flying?"

"No…I came here to rest by this tree for the night. I heard a shattering glasslike noise and I saw you be hurdled through it."

A short silence. To Spyro, was she really telling the truth? Can he trust her?

"Can you tell me where I am?"

"You're in the outskirts Raleigh, North Carolina."

"Are there any dragons around?"

"Not that I know of." He narrowed his eyes at her. He twisted his head around to look behind himself, then did the same in the other direction.

"What are you?" He asked.

"Sam Weaver, I already said that."

"No, I mean what are you?"

"Me? I'm a human."

"What's a human?"

"Me."

Spyro just stared blankly at her, blinking once. "Did anything else come out with me?"

"I saw just you, but I covered my eyes just in case if shards hit me."

"Shards of what?"

"I don't know. It looked like glass."

Spyro thought of that for a moment, then glanced down at his feet. "What planet am I on?"

"You're on…Earth."

"Am I in a country?"

"The United States of America. The French would say something like Etas-Unis."

"Am I…dead?"

"Dead?" She laughed at him. "You're not dead! You're very much alive like how I am."

"So then why am I here?"

"I don't know. I did know of you, though. You're not real, are you? Am I just hallucinating? Well, I haven't eaten in a while but…this is a long hallucination. I mean, Spyro's not real. Dragons are, but Spyro's not. Spyro's in a video game. I played the games a few times before Mom and Dad passed away. Go on, leave…go away, hallucination." She said, closing her eyes and covering them with her hands. She then uncovered them and looked at Spyro. He was still there. She did the same thing two more times, but Spyro never left.

He was actually there.

"I guess I'm…I guess I'm not hallucinating, huh?"

"I'm real. I'll prove it." He approached her and touched his snout to the side of her cheek despite her stench. There was something friendly about this 'human.' "See? You can feel me, can't you? I'm real." He said.

Sam rose a hand to gently touch him on the side of the face. She then brought up her other pale-white hand and cupped his face in them. "You

really are him." She whispered, letting her hands drop again.

They stared into the fire as Sam talked. "We lived in upstate New York. Dad was murdered, Mom died in a fire. I was left all alone and I didn't have any siblings or anything like that to look after, so I left. I was afraid of the orphanage, and as far as I know, I don't have any relatives. So I decided to leave and travel south just in time to escape winter. I've been trying to get to Florida, but it's difficult to do it on a bike. Plus I have practically no money…only fifteen dollars, and that's suppose to be for food."

"Doesn't look like you have any food with you, though."

"Not right now. When I buy something to eat, I eat it right away. It usually lasts for a little while. But now I haven't eaten in quite some time."

"Want me to get you something?"

Sam laughed. "Are you serious? If another human sees you, you might be dead meat."

"No, I don't have to go very far. I see a squirrel over there." Spyro motioned his head to something behind her.

Spyro took in a deep breath and then threw his head forward, something shooting out from it. Sam ducked her head (even though she didn't have to) and let out a tiny yelp. When she saw Spyro stand up, she realized that he had spit an ice shard. She turned around and watched him pick up a lifeless squirrel with ice through the side, piercing the lungs and heart. "See? Dinner for you." He chuckled and threw her the squirrel.

"Thanks…great." She said and picked up the squirrel with a disgusted look on her face. "Dead squirrel. Mm."

"What? Aren't you going to eat it?" Spyro asked with a small smile on his face.

"I guess so." She began gutting the squirrel of it's organs. She tried not to vomit, but even if she did, it would have just been bile.

"So you know all about me, huh?"

"Yeah. You're in a…video game."

"What exactly is that?"

"It's a game that's on a disk and you put into something called a Playstaion or a Wii System or…something else. It comes up a screen and certain buttons do certain things. Maybe I can show you sometime. I don't know if you'll believe me right now, but I can prove it later on. It sounds really weird to be talking about it now, plus it's rather difficult to explain it to you. I hope you can understand."

"Don't worry, I understand. Now…you look like you don't know how to cook a squirrel."

"You really think I've ever gutted a squirrel before?"

Spyro chuckled.

"Here, let me have it." He walked beside her and took the squirrel.

"I don't think I want to eat anymore." Sam said as she brought her knees up to her chin again, wiping the blood off of her hands with her pants. She stared into the flickering flames of the fire.

"You sure? It'll be tasty. Besides, you said that you haven't eaten anything in a while."

"I'll save it up for a tuna fish sub at Subway. You eat the squirrel." She said, not having much emotion in her voice.

"Suit yourself." Spyro said. "So…how close were you to your parents?"

"I loved them. More than anything else."

"I've lost someone I loved, too."

"Ignitus. I know."

Spyro looked over at her and froze.

"I know the story. Millions of people do." Sam let her feet slide forward a bit and brought her thumb up to her mouth. "I don't want to tell you about it now. There's more things that you…I mean…never mind." Sam said, not wanting to say too much.

"So you were telling the truth."

"Go ahead, I can prove that I know everything. Ask me a question. Any question."

"What's my brother's name?"

"Sparx, and he's had three different voice actors. He's a dragonfly and you're a dragon, but that doesn't change anything. You're still brothers."

"My parents?"

"Dragonflies, too. You're their adopted son."

"Who's the girl I love?"

"Cynder, who was also the 'Dark master's puppet.' Pft. You defeated her but thankfully you have a heart, and you couldn't just let her die. You went back after her and it's a very good thing that you did so. Besides, you would have felt guilty if she died. You knew that it wasn't her fault."

Spyro started breathing a little faster.

"The Dragon Masters?"

"Ignitus, Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril."

He rose to his feet.

"The temple?"

"Takes a long time to get inside."

"The Dark Master?"

"Is named Malefor."

"He is…"

"…a purple dragon, like you, but he was corrupted."

"He used…"

"…Cynder as a slave."

"Hunter?"

"Is a cheetah."

"And he lives in…"

"…Avalar."

He walked over to her, his scales shining from the moisture on them and the light emitting from the fire.

"And he is?"

"You're ally and a great friend."

"And I am?" He was so close that he was nearly touching her.

Silence hung in the air.

"You are Spyro, a purple dragon, born only once every ten generations. You possess powers other dragons don't…including darkness."

Spyro laid down and huffed out a breath, his eyes scanning the leaf-littered ground. "So you were telling the truth? I'm just a…."

"A what? A game? No, your real. I'm real. We're both real, okay? Don't grieve over it, it's nothing worth grieving over."

"I don't get it. How can I be a…game?"

"That's the point. You are, but you're not."

"What?"

Sam sighed, then stood up in front of him. "Okay, so you're a character in a game in this world. You're fake in this world. You're a game but you're also not a game. Right now you're real." She placed her hands on her hips. "In your world, I'm not real. I don't exist in your world. If I went to your world, there would probably be something that would have at least some trace of a human, like a story or a tale or something like that. I'm not real in your world. You're not real in my world, but you are real. And you're in my world. That makes you real, understand?"

He just looked at her, then dropped his eyes back to the ground.

"Hey, look." She said and bent down slightly, cupping his face in her hands again. His sparkling, watery eyes looked up at her. "There's a lot of friggin' cool things in this world." She smiled at him. "This isn't really a loss for you, alright? You're not going to be stuck here forever, you know. So I need to propose a deal."

"A deal?" He asked, standing up. Once he stood up he looked down at her.

"I don't want to live here, Spyro. I don't belong here. I hate it here. I want to help you go back to your world, but you have to bring me along with you. So here's the deal; I help you get back to your world, and if we succeed, then you must bring me along."

"Why do you hate it here?"

She was silent for a moment.

"Because…before my parents died, I had no friends. People would make fun of me and they would just…torture me. I was lonely. Then Mom and Dad passed away, and I just…I just didn't belong there."

Spyro was tacit for a while, pondering. He just traveled through dimension and he doesn't know why. If this human could really help him get back into his world, then he would have to repay her somehow. He figures that bringing her along would be the best thing to do.

But what would happen if he stayed here in this world? Sam doesn't know any other dragons. But she said that dragons are real. If he stayed here, perhaps the other humans would fear him and kill him. Perhaps they would go after him, perhaps they would capture him. If they captured him, that means that they would also capture Sam.

They would probably kill her.

How will the rest of Sam's species react to him? Awed? Frightened? Confused? Mixed? Would they ask him a lot of questions and accept him? Would they hurt him? Would they hurt Sam? It's a little hard to hide something like Spyro unless they stay far, far away from human civilization. Unfortunately, like many other stories Spyro has read, the only way how to get the important thing is by going into a place fraught with danger. For Spyro, it would be a city. Spyro doesn't plan on dying anytime soon.

But now this human just proposed a deal to him and he likes it. Should he accept? Even he declined, Sam would probably still follow and help him. The only way to make her not follow would be to kill her and he doesn't want to do that. Sam doesn't deserve that. Besides, why would he want to kill something that's going to help him…and possibly even save him?

"Soo…what?" Sam said, rocking back forth on her heels with her hands behind her back. "Is it a deal or not?"

Spyro looked to the ground and thought. He then looked back up at her, nodding his head once, saying…

"It's a deal."

Sorry that took a little long. This one was just to start off the story, the next chapter is going to actually have action in it. It's also going to have more interesting things in it, so I'm sorry if you got bored with this one.

P.S. Happy Halloween everyone! I'm going as a whoopee cushion! (Last year, one of my sister's friend was a washing machine O_O She could barely fit through the front door.)

~CyndarDragon WOOT!!!!