SEVEN:
An Enchanted Night
The bonfire had been glorious, Spyro learned that night as he watched the pyre burn and burn with his friends. It gave him a slight feeling of greatness, and he shared that feeling with Sparx.
"Talk about shiny," the dragonfly commented, and Spyro grinned. The fire did, indeed, glow with a vibrant light, and it reflected off of everybody in waves, making each individual there seem more and more life-like.
"Yes, very shiny," Spyro yawned, and felt his eyes began to droop as the heat made him sleepy. Maybe now he could finally get some rest.
Sparx heard a thump. Startled out of the reverie he had been in, he glanced down at Spyro and saw that the dragon had fallen asleep, snoring. Sparx chuckled to himself.
"And he says that he never snores," he muttered to himself, and yawned. Maybe taking a nap right now wasn't such a bad idea…
"Psst, hey Sparx, can have a word?" a voice as tiny as his own whispered, and Sparx turned to face Puck, who had fluttered over to him.
"Sure, but make it quick, partner," Sparx said, and Puck nodded.
"I just wanted to say…" the impish fairy began, raising his eyebrows as Spyro's snores became louder, "…That…well, it was nice knowing you. Have a good night's rest, bud, because you're going to need it."
"Yeah, sure," Sparx agreed, and that was the last thing he said before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
"Wake up, Spyro buddy, time to go to the beach!" Sparx was shouting joyfully into Spyro's ears as the dragon stirred awake. The moon shown down upon him as he frowned at his friend.
"Why are we back here? I thought that we were in Avalar?" Spyro said, taking a look around. They were back in the Artisan home world, surrounded by the sounds of crickets, owls, and other creatures of the dark. He had slept all day.
"Did you hit your head or something, buddy?" Sparx said, flittering about anxiously. "We haven't even been to a place called Avalar, yet. What's wrong with you?"
Spyro shook his head. "Maybe it was all just a dream," he said, and Sparx nodded, trying to listen to Spyro as his friend spoke. "The fairies…the demons…everyone in Avalar…they were all just a dream…"
"Sounds like it," Sparx said, looking confused. Spyro couldn't believe this…was he going crazy?
"Oh hey, don't get upset about it!" Sparx said, watching Spyro's face crumple up into sheer misery. "Hey, if it makes you feel better we'll go chase some sheep, okay?"
Sniffling, Spyro blinked the tears that were forming in his eyes and met Sparx's concerned stare. The dragonfly was wearing a hopeful grin on his yellow face that Spyro just couldn't ignore. The dragon smiled weakly.
"Those sheep are going to wish that they were never born," he said, and Sparx whooped, taking off into a frenzied flight. Spyro sat and watched the bug for a moment before taking off after his lifetime friend, his heart still back in Avalar with its people and the fairies. He would always miss them….though somehow he knew that the real adventure was just beginning.
THE END
AUTHOR'S LAST NOTE: Well, that's it! Hope everyone enjoyed the surprise ending. I would like to think everyone who reviewed, espically Draganta the Dragonlord, who not only gave me great reviews but also gave me an interesting hint on the last Eragon book. As for all my other readers...thanks for reading!