I think I ate too much sugary stuff O_O

And no, no one sat on me.

CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!

CCHHOOCCOOLLAATTEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CCCHHHOOOCCCOOLLLAAATTTEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

}:D

Sorry about that folks…

"I don't know where to start." Spyro said. "How do I get back? What do I need to get back? I can't stay sitting here in this spot forever."

"Exactly." Sam said, buttoning her black coat all the way up to her neck. She brought up the stiffened collar so that it was covering most of her neck. "I, too, can't think of where to start."

"You said that you're trying to get to Flowerida, right?'

"Florida, Spyro. Florida." Same corrected, tying the belt on her coat.

"Maybe there's something in Florida. I can fly us there." To Spyro's surprise, his new friend started laughing at him again.

"Fly?" She said in a somewhat exasperated tone. "You want to carry me on your back all the way down to Florida? The full thousand miles or so?"

"I can do it."

"I'm one hundred and twenty pounds. Those wings are meant for your weight, Spyro. I don't think you could fly all that well with me on your back. Besides, I'm almost a tall as you."

"You'd be surprised. I've got strong wings. I'm sure I can carry you. Here, why don't you just hop onto my back and I'll prove it." Spyro knelt his front end down so that she could mount him. When he noticed that she was reluctant, he gave a slightly concerned look at her. "What's wrong? Scared of heights?"

"No…I just don't think that you'll be able to fly with me."

"It's okay, I'll be careful. I promise. I just need an open area so that I can actually have enough room for my wings." He said, waiting for her. She slowly approached him, running her pale hand along his smooth scales. She lifted one leg over him and mounted him similar to how one would mount a horse. He stood up and she was unsteady, seeming to struggle just to sit up straight. "Relax. I know what I'm doing." He reassured, looking back at her.

"This feels weird." Sam said as she looked around them. She extended out her arms and grabbed Spyro gently around the neck as he began to walk. She tightened her legs to steady herself, not realizing that she was doing it perhaps a little too much.

"No need to hang on so tight." Spyro said.

"Sorry." She loosened her grip on him as he wandered out of the trees and out into the road. No cars were coming so that was a positive thing. "What about my bike?"

"I'm only going to get you used to riding me. What's a bike?"

"The black metal-like thingy back there at the campfire."

"The thing with the painted flames on it?"

"Yes."

"Um…I don't know. You don't need it, do you?'

"Well…now that I'm with you…."

Spyro smiled. "Just hang on."

Sam tightened her grip and closed her eyes just as she felt herself be practically thrown up the air, jolting with each beat of the dragon's strong wings. When she opened her eyes she nearly screamed because of the distance beneath them and the ground.

Spyro powerfully flapped his orange wings down towards the ground, making both of them rise a good twenty feet in the air before he had to flap them again.

Spyro leveled out his wings, the skin on them going up like a parachute between the wing metacarpals and phalanges. He was a little unsteady but stabilized himself with his tail. He rose his power wings again and beat them again the air.

Ah, the wing. How it works:

The wing humerous was attached to the finely-designed scapula. The main muscles on that part of the wing, which are also perhaps the most important muscle, are the supraspinatus and flexor alae major muscles. They're closely located near the latisimus dorsi, a very important back muscles. The supraspinatus and flexor alae major are very import and powerful muscles because they're the ones that bring the wing up and down. Coming off of the 'wing elbow' are the wing radius and ulna that are attached to an articulated bone where, if the dragon possesses so, a 'wing thumb' (or 'wing spike') is attached. The bone is responsible for holding the wing metacarpals in place. Then there's the knuckles where the wing phalanges ensue. The wing web is what gives the dragon lift because it's what catches the air. If the wing web comes in close to the shoulder then, when the dragon lands, the dragon's back end might 'fall' unless if they discover the way to prevent that happening (which would be to have strong back muscles to keep it horizontal). Having a wing web like that may also be very useful, especially for hovering in the air. Wing webs that stop at the hips or tails would most likely prevent the dragon's back end from 'falling' and would catch more air than a wing web that comes to the shoulder.

There's all sorts of tricks for flying so it depends on what the dragon knows of flight. Spyro has a wing web that doesn't even go the shoulder. It goes to the wing humerous. Even a dragon with a wing web that goes to the hips or tail would be able to hover, but Spyro has to be vigilant and careful when carrying a passenger. If too much of Sam's weight shifts to one side, he would have to struggle to correct the position.

Then again, that's another great thing about tails; they balance very well. Humans don't need tails because the arms balance them with their usual swaying motion whenever one walks or runs. When a dragon flies, the tail could be very helpful in aiding with balance. When walking, the tail can balance. When a cheetah is running after a gazelle, one can easily notice the movement of the cheetah's tail. With the aiding of the tail, cheetahs can make sharp and sudden turns.

The tail, preferably the tip (possibly with a spike or spade), can also act a rudder when flying.

Sam wanted to express how excited she was to know that she was riding an actual real live dragon for the first time, but she contained it within herself. It was amazing to be watching the dark forest and road rushing beneath both of them in a hurried blur. Her hair whipped around from the passing wind, her eyes stinging, forcing them to squint. The air was cold against her body and her grip tightened on her new friend. Spyro got a little wobbly which made her yelp briefly, afraid that they might fall. The back of her mind was screaming at her 'bad idea,' but Spyro managed to balance himself. He rose his muscular wings and flapped them three times.

Then Spyro curved his wings and stopped flapping them, now descending at a crazily fast speed towards the ground. Sam screamed and hugged Spyro's neck, her stomach going up into her throat. In fact, it felt like all of her internal organs were going up. She forced her eyes closed from the stinging wind.

Spyro pulled up just before he crashed into the trees, giving Sam much relief. She tightened her legs and let go of his neck once they were flying horizontally, extending her arms in the wind. She gleefully screamed, throwing her head up to the sky. She brought her arms back around the purple dragon's neck when he turned in the air to head back to their little spot in the woods. Once again, the trees were a blur underneath them. Spyro struggled only slightly as he wobbled a bit.

It was almost like riding a bike. When you first ride, you'll most likely wobble because you need to learn how to balance yourself. Sam had to learn how to keep her weight balanced and Spyro had to learn how to keep himself from wobbling too much. With practice, they'll be able to fly perfectly.

Sam screamed (yet again) as Spyro landed on the ground, having to run forward because of the rush of sudden weight and momentum on his feet. He then decelerated and stood where he was, looking as proud as he could have ever been. He turned his head and around and looked at Sam who had a wide smile on her face.

"That was amazing." She said slowly, not wanting to dismount him.

"See? I told you I could handle it. You don't feel like that much weight to me."

"That was perhaps the most fun thing I've ever done. When can we do it again?" She said with eagerness.

Spyro laughed. "Later, but soon."

Sam dismounted him and her feet went flat on the ground. It still felt like the wind was whipping against her face, like how when someone steps off a boat and they feel like they're still rocking.

There were then bright lights that glowed in their eyes, blocking Sam's vision. She covered her face from the light, only to realize that they were headlights. "Car!" She yelled, grabbing Spyro by the horns and pulling him aside from the road. Just as they ducked down in the nearest foliage, the car came to a screeching halt about fifty feet away from them.

Sam, still hanging onto the dragon's horns, pulled him back even more. She made herself flat on the ground and told Spyro to back up farther because he was more brightly colored than she was. He managed to successfully hide himself in a large, nearby bush. Once he was motionless, you would not have been able to tell that there was ever a dragon in the bush.

"I thought I saw something over here." A deep voice said, closing doors of a car ensuing.

Sam rose her head to see if someone was coming. Not to much to her surprise, somone was.

"It was probably just a friggin' bear, Ice. Let's get the hell going."

Ice? Sam thought. Oh no! Ice was one of the gangsters that she 'failed to please,' meaning that she failed to steal what he wanted. What was it that he wanted, anyways? Oh yes. A stereo system so that he could sell it for a higher price. Right. It was difficult for Sam to steal a stereo system (alarm systems, dogs, cameras, etc.). She tripped an alarm and freaked, forgetting about the stereo system. When she failed, he wasn't happy. She thought that she'd never see him again once she fled.

She was wrong.

Several colorful curses later, and the two men were near her area. If she moved they would see her, so she remained quiet on the ground.

"I'm tellin' ya, something's here!"

"You motha effer, there's nuttin' here!"

"Shut up." He started searching through the bushes, drawing nearer and nearer towards Sam. She was too afraid to move, and when Ice stepped right next to her…

"You thought you could hide from me, eh?" He said, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her. She thrashed and screamed, kicking and punching with what she could. He only laughed and dragged her out to the pavement of the road.

He threw her down roughly on the ground. Sam quickly scrambled to her feet to run away, but Ice grabbed her by the left foot and kneed her in the stomach. That one blow made her too weak to used her karate skills on him.

"You thought you could get away without me finding you first, eh? You motha effer, no one can hide from me. I'm ice. Ice is my veins." Gangster talk. Why did they always speak that way as if they were some priest? Priest of what? Murder and crime? The only good gangs seem to be the Sly Cooper Gang, but that's another video game…and Sam wasn't in a video game. This was real, and both of these people were highly dangerous.

As he continued to throw insults at her, the other man was beating her to the ground. She continued to scream and thrash, but it proved no avail.

Just as Ice took out a handgun…

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Spyro roared, pouncing on them from his position. His snake-like jaw opened up wide enough to bite him around the chest. He clamped his jaws down tight and lifted him up, throwing him into the other man, causing them to roll a good ten feet away from Sam.

Before Sam could get up, she felt a blast of heat come across her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Spyro's underside. He was standing right over her, his wings outstretched, his head low, his face snarling, his tail up high in aggitation, legs wounded-up and ready to pounce, purple scales rattling violently…but his eyes? They were pointed down with slit pupils. His pearl-white, dagger-sharp teeth were baring. The skin and muscles around his mouth were pulled back tight in aggression, salvia dripping in long, sticky strands.

Ice and the other man pulled out their guns, shooting Spyro. The dragon wasn't weakened or injured. The bullets were bouncing off of him like hail hitting pavement.

There wasn't even a scratch or dent on him.

Once they were out of bullets, Spyro roared at them, his hind legs springing powerfully. He was propelled through the air and pounced on the men. His sheer force was enough to crack a rib but he went for more than that; he started throwing them around as if they were mere dolls to be played with.

What was keeping him from killing these men that were harming his human? Whatever it was, he shook the feeling from his head and backed up back to Sam. He stood over her in a protective stance, legs spread apart like a wolf waiting for an attack from a rival.

Suddenly, the blast of heat became sweltering hot for Sam. Then it occurred to her.

He was going to flame them.

There was an ear-splitting hiss as Spyro's fire blasted out of his lungs and mouth. The mix of chemicals made the fire exceed well over two thousand degrees; enough to melt exposed pavement after a certain amount of time.

The beauty and majesty of chemical reactions.

Spyro's 'flaming' ended and he looked around, seeing the road still burning. That burning would eventually sizzle out, probably leaving the bones of the two men behind.

Grey smoke streamed out gently from Spyro's nostrils. His aggressive appearance disappeared and he calmed down, realizing how easily he had won.

He stepped out from over Sam and bent down to her, nudging her with his purple snout. "Are you alright?" He said in a gentle voice.

"You get really hot from underneath." Sam said as she sat upright, sighing relief.

"Are you alright, though?" He said more forcefully, laying down next to her.

"Sort of." She said as she rotated her obviously injured arm. "Thanks." She looked over at him.

"What were those things hitting me?"

"Bullets? They were bouncing off of you." She responded.

"I know. Where they suppose to?"

"I don't know, but don't complain. I'd love to be bulletproof like that. It's sort of like that girl from X-men."

"What?"

"Never mind." She said and stood up, trying her best to steady herself. She received some pretty bad blows to the head.

They both looked at the burning road that was gradually sizzling down. He had tossed around those men so easily…and then he killed them. For her. He killed for her, some homeless orphaned girl who only had an old bike and the clothes on her back. Not to mention the fact that they just met.

Then Sam remembered Spyro's compassion in the game. Even though Cynder was trying to kill them, he still rescued her because he couldn't stand leaving her to die. He knew that it wasn't her fault.

That's one of the many beauties of compassion. Good things done for others, regardless of who they are, what they are, or what they own. It's even better if one doesn't expect anything in return. Spyro doesn't expect anything in return. He's content enough to know that he saved an innocent piece of life.

"Who were those men?"

"I knew one of them. Thanks for getting rid of them…one less thing to worry about.."

Spyro stood up and watched Sam wander back near the trees. She was limping slightly but seemed to be alright overall. Once the sun rose, Spyro would be able to see the bruises and cuts on her, but right now it is nighttime.

"We probably shouldn't stay here, you know. Someone's bound to drive by eventually and see the mess and I don't want to be there when it happens."

"I agree, but where do we go? You're still aiming for Florida?"

"Yes. All what we have to do is follow this highway south."

"Well, I'll be happy to help. You want to leave your bike here?"

"It's rusting, anyway."

"Well then…let's get going before someone else comes." He lowered half of his body and invited her to ride him.

She mounted the purple dragon and ignored the pain that she was in. All what she had to do was hang on tight enough and she would be fine.

"Hang on." Spyro said.

The whole 'Ice' thing was sort of random. I just needed something that would reflect that gangster's…lifestyle, I guess. I was thinking of 'Ice Cube' but I think that's a band or something.

CyndarDragon WOOT!!!!