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The wind swept peacefully through the valley. The sun licked at the ground. The sparkled in the ever present sunlight, with its dew formed from the previous night. The valley seemed to emanate peace and sanctity. In this peace, two figures were laying under a tree.
Spyro smiled as he looked upon his love. She lay next to him, a smile also etched into her face. 'Oh, how beautiful she looks.' He thought. He then stroked Elora's cheek. "How are you feeling today?" He asked her.
Elora nuzzled up to the dragon. "Great." She said. She rubbed one hand on his chest and looked up at him. She leaned up and the two shared another passionate kiss.
(Somewhere far away)
Unbeknownst to them, a sinister force was brewing. This sinister force was sitting in his throne, brooding over his defeats. 'How?' He thought. 'How can someone as magnificent as me, lose to such a pathetic dragon.' He hated even thinking of him. He hated the whole race, but him especially. 'One thing is for sure. I need to get rid of that pest, or else he'll try and foil my plans. Then, I can exterminate the whole dragon race. But, how?' Just as he was thinking on this, a rhynoc burst through the imperial doors. "What is it?" Ripto shouted out to it. He needed these pests, but he found them rather annoying.
The rhynoc ran right up to him and handed him a message. "A message my lord." The creature said.
Ripto raised an eyebrow. "A message." He said. "From whom."
The rhynoc shook his head. "No, sir." He said. "I just found the letter and this." He handed him a gold necklace.
Ripto examined it. It had a purple crystal in the center. "You may go." He said, without looking up at the futile creature. It trotted off, without showing any courtesy to its master. He growled. 'Accursed rhynocs.' He thought. He decided not to vaporize him, for he was too interested in the mysterious gifts. He opened the letter and unfurled the note.
Dear Ripto,
Touch your staff to the gem and all your troubles will disappear.
Signed, an ally
'Well that was cryptic.' He thought. Ripto shrugged it off. It couldn't hurt. He touched his staff to the crystal and sent a little of its power into it. Automatically, it started to glow. A feminine voice rang out. "You are the one they call Ripto?" It said.
Ripto raised an eyebrow. "Of course, I am him." He said. "Who else would I be, you incessant spirit."
He heard a faint chuckle. "You are him." It said.
"Now, are you going to tell me what you want, or am I going to have to destroy you." Ripto growled. 'I can't believe I'm threatening a bracelet.' He thought.
"Do you know the dragon named, Spyro?" It said.
Ripto growled again. "I will not have his name spoken in my presence." He yelled at the talisman. He raised his staff and prepared to blast it into smithereens.
"Someone's touchy." It said, laughing at his reaction. 'No one laughs at me.' Ripto thought. "Now, let's get back to what we were talking about. That dragon has been had caused you a lot of trouble in the past. So much so, that you are now too scared to face him."
"How dare you question my courage?" Ripto said. "Nothing scares me, especially dragons. I will wipe him and his race out of existence."
"Calm down." The voice started up again. "I meant nothing by it. I was just offering a proposition."
"And that would be?" Ripto inquired.
"I can show you a way to Spyro's heart." It said.
"Spyro's heart?" Ripto said. "Why would I need that? I want to kill him, yes, but I'd rather incinerate him than cut him open."
"No, no, no." The voice said. "Not literally. Oh, just touch the gem again."
Ripto did just that. Automatically, an image formed on the gem. An image of the dragon, kissing a faun. Ripto smirked. "Yes, that would work perfectly." He said, and then took his staff off the gem. "What's the catch?"
"I want you to kidnap my former apprentice." It said. "She is needed in my plans."
(Back in the valley)
As the kiss deepened, Spyro fingered Elora's dress. 'I wonder if we can continue last night's foreplay.' He thought, but before he could act, Hunter fell from the tree above them. They both huffed as he fell on top of them. "Hunter." Spyro growled. "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry, bud." Hunter said. "I'm just trying to give Bianca a little space. She's still upset about last night."
"Well, couldn't you have given her some space somewhere else?" Spyro said, glaring at him. 'Of all times, why must we be interrupted, again?' He thought.
"Well, I would've, if I knew you were going to do it." Hunter said.
Elora was blushing a deep red, while Spyro was emitting a deep throated growl. "Leave now, or I'll make what Bianca was going to do to you look like a fairy slap."
Hunter gulped. "Well, I'd best be off." He said, before running away as fast as his feet could carry.
Spyro sighed. 'Well, that's over with.' He thought. He turned back to Elora. "Now, where were we?" He said, with a sly smile. Elora giggled as he leaned in for another kiss.
Translated! (Hey buddy, what are…) Sparx said, as he came upon them.
Spyro turned his head to look at his dragonfly. 'Why is everyone ruining my moments alone with Elora?' He thought. "What do you want?" Spyro said, sighing.
Translated! (Um, nothing really.) Sparx said, letting his eyes wander everywhere, but at them.
Elora huffed in agitation and stood up. "See you later Spyro." She said, before kissing him on the cheek.
"Yeah." Spyro said. 'Don't go.' He screamed in his mind, but said nothing. He then looked at Sparx.
Translated! (I have the worst timing don't I?) Sparx said.
"Yes, yes you do." Spyro answered him.
Translated! (I'll get to working on that.) Sparx said.