OFF: Well, the newest entry is completed.

Not much to say about this one except that I've been wanting to write that one for quite some time and I hope that it will turn as funny as I imagined it would be.

As usual, if you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, leave a review or send me a private message and I'll see what I can do.

Enjoy the newest entry!

Spyro dies a lot in Legend of Spyro

Pirate Fleet cutscene blooper

In the distance, the last remnants of the once mighty Scavenger pirates' airship fleet were sinking toward the waves.

The apes were truly merciless sparing no one, not even those who would be their allies. As the Scavengers had left the mainlands and approached the outter reaches of the world, a precious reptilian cargo aboard their flag ship, the Fellmuth, the forces of King Gaul greeted their guests... with fiery death. Within a few hours, the last of the airships was seen falling toward the ocean, taking with it the last of the Scavenger pirates. They had captured the purple dragon and the former Dark Queen and thought that they could strike riches by delivering this new cargo to King Gaul... but their only reward was King Gaul's fury, the pirates paying for their arrogance with their lives.

Fate had taunted poor Spyro back at the flag ship's arena, within the confines of Fellmuth. He had left the Dragon Temple to go after Cynder. Why she left so suddenly was still elluding him but he would not return to the Temple empty-handed. He would return with Cynder safe and sound or he would not return. Within the arena, he had finally met with Cynder again. It finally seemed his journey would end... but their attempt to escape was unfortunately short-lived as the troops of King Gaul attacked and captured the female dragon, bringing her away. He couldn't do anything. He was helpless while that gigantic Dreadwing descended and then took her away, carrying her by the wings. After his long journey, he ended up failing...

... but he was not going to let this get to him. He couldn't give up.

The Chronicler... maybe he would help him. He had taken a glance at the pirate captain's map, taking advantage of the chaos resulting from the attack to sneak into his room. All he had to do now was fly to the Silver Isles and find the Celestial Temple...

"Spyro? Are you okay buddy?"

Spyro gritted his teeth as the horizon begun to swirl all around him.

Of all times... why now? He couldn't be fading into a dream right now! He was flying over the ocean!

"Oh no... Please tell me you're just pulling over to go to the bathroom." begged Sparx as Spyro struggled against sleep with all of his strength.

... but he was fighting a losing battle.

The Chronicler wanted Spyro to fall asleep right now and Spyro was going to fall asleep whenever he wanted it or not.

As everything faded to darkness, Spyro felt his grip over reality fade as he plummetted...

Sparx dived straight toward the ocean as he saw his adoptive brother fall toward the waves...

SPLASH!

The purple reptile didn't even feel it as the cold, freezing oceanic waves welcomed his body, wrapping themselves around his unconscious body and dragging him down toward the darkness, his lungs now cut off from the precious oxygen he needed to survive.

Just next to him, a gigantic whale swam past as the hatchling sunk like a rock, a small stream of bubbles escaped his throat as continued his descent, the cold, salty water chasing his dream away as it invaded his lungs. Spyro opened his eyes briefly. The very last thing he saw was a small yellow light far away that darted back and forth in the infinity before the last of the oxygen in his blood was consumed.

The purple hatchling closed his eyes anew and relaxed as the last of his strength abandonned him, his body sinking into the darkness never to be seen ever again.

Within the sacred halls of the Celestial Temple, the Chronicler rose an eye ridge as he stared at the picture of Spyro falling into the ocean and missing the whale by a few meters, sinking into the depths below.

"Hmmmm... that was... not supposed to happen..." muttered the elderly ghost dragon to itself.

The white dragon then rolled his eyes before sighing, boredom gripping him. "Oh well, I guess there is only one thing left to do..."

Slowly, the majestic robbed dragon used its powers to take out a gigantic book out of the many shelves. The title, writen very clearly on the cover, was reading "Dragon Book of the Dead".

As he opened the book at the last page, he nodded to himself as he observed the freshly painted picture of a youthful purple dragon on it, the name "Spyro" writen just underneath. The dragon nodded to himself before noticing that there was something missing on the page.

Using his powers, the Chronicler summoned forth a quill and then, plunged it slowly into a pot of magical ink, and then went to write a fitting quote.

After a short while, the dragon rose the quill from the page, having finished writing the newest entry into the book. The white dragon observed his handwriting carefully before nodding to himself, satisfied. His work completed, he read the entry out loud.

"Down, down goes Spyro. To the bottom of the sea!"

GAME OVER

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