On My Own, Mostly
Spyro's funeral was surprisingly short for king of the dragons. His wife, Cynder, stood crying the entire time, mumbling something only the very close could understand. Spenit, Spyro's son, stood in silence. He had nothing but shock running through his brain. Never in his entire life did he think it possible for some one like his father to die. But now that he was gone, Spenit had to take his place. He was going to be king? Him? Impossible, "Let's go Spenit." Sniffled Cynder, turning around to walk away after the eulogy was done, and they had finished lowering the casket.
"Could I stay... Just for a little while longer?"
She smiled as best she could and nodded, "Of course." Then she walked away with the rest of the crowd.
Spenit looked around to make sure no one was around, then lay down beside the gaping hole, "Soon they'll come to fill this hole, and I wont be able to talk to you very personally anymore, so I'll say what I have to say now. Why did you leave me dad? What, are you testing me or something? Is this just another one of your stupid trials to see if I'm ready to take over the kingdom? Cause if it is, you're a crueler asshole than I imagined." The green dragon shook his head and wiped away a tear with his wing, "I'm just a kid. I'm not ready for this. Please dad, come back." He couldn't stand it anymore, Spenit began to bawl his eyes out.
Cynder, apparently not fully trusting her son, had stood in the background and watched this entire scene with interest, "One of your tests? Spyro, were you testing our son? Are you testing him now?"
Three days later, Spenit managed the courage to tell his mother about Carrie.
"No, absolutely not! What do you think you're doing! You can't just go gallivanting about with some random female from school! You must be mated to one of royal blood, not some street trash!"
"Listen to yourself Cynder!" This shocked the large black dragoness, since up until that point only Spyro had ever called her by her name, "You were once the queen of darkness! The terror of the skies! Spyro still mated with you. Do you think he cared what status or rank you had! What... Family you came from! Fuck no!"
"Language!"
Spenit snorted, "Y'know what, you aren't my mother anymore. I'm a teenager, I can take care of myself."
Cynder was taken aback to say the least, "Spenit, do you have any idea what kind of stress I'm going through right now?" She tried her best to calm herself and take control of the situation, "Now that your father is gone, I must run this entire kingdom by myself. The Ractiles in the east are threatening war, and the Argyles in the west demand a royal marriage to halt any future confrontations."
"I will never marry an Argyle."
"And you accuse me of class-ism"
Spenit slammed his tail against the marble floor that covered the entirety of their house, "Enough of this! I'm going to go meet with Carrie, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" The little green dragon, well, little in respect to Cynder, stormed out of the house in a fury.
"My mother doesn't think we should see each other anymore..." Spenit muzzled Carrie, his breath slowing like it usually did when he was around her. His heart beating like the war-drums of the Ractiles.
Carrie thought for a bit, "Run away with me then."
"Impossible, where could we run? My mother has agents everywhere. We'd never- Mmpf!"
Spenit was stopped mid-sentence by a massive kiss from Carrie. Her tongue found his, and together they danced around, not staying within one mouth for more then a couple seconds before traveling to the other. When they finally parted, Carrie said, "I love you Spenit, so believe me when I say, they'll never find us."
Spenit was smiling more then he ever had in his entire life. Finally he found some one he could put all of his faith in. She was perfect, "I love you too Carrie."
She immediately kissed him back, planting a paw on the side of his face for extra comfort, "We'll leave tomorrow then. Meet me at the east gate at one in the morning."
"I can't wait."
"I'll never tell you anything!" Spat the badly beaten blue dragon.
A dark flowing form slowly coiled itself down to the dragon's level, being more then three times his size, "I'll have you repeating the alphabet backwards while hoping up and down on one foot down a flight of stairs by the time I'm done with you."
The blue dragon gathered blood in his mouth, then propelled it at the dark being in defiance, "Fuck you."
It chuckled, the blood slowing drooling down it's shadowy flank, "Strong willed, I'll give you that. This may take longer then I anticipated." A long, electrified rod appeared from the darkness and moved towards the blue dragon.
"No... no... NO!"