Many thanks to the following reviewers: Neros Urameshi, badberry123 and slpytlak! I'm a little disappointed and saddened that I've received three reviews, I used to get lots of comments in the past since the first chapter but now, the review count has dwindled. I guess no one still hasn't realized my crossover's made a comeback and thought it's dead. Despite that, I carried on with this by typing up a new chapter, even worked on it during Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. Most importantly, starting from the tenth chapter there will be a teensy romance amongst a particular pair selected from the recent results of the poll.
I don't own Spyro The Dragon franchise or the original series, American Dragon: Jake Long, characters, places, buildings and objects; they are properties of the creators or owners. The storyline, the fanfiction title, chapter names and the Rainbow Sceptre belong to me.
Chapter 10: Love Confession, Truths & More Allies
Now that it's eventually sunset, Spyro and Jake had no choice but to sprint on the pavement as fast as they can whilst Sparx fluttering was next to his best friend and constant companion. In a few minutes, the American-Chinese adolescent stopped in his tracks and his pals did the same. They halted a few yards near a lamppost that was positioned at the middle of the fork in the pathway, close to a junction. The intersection could be any crossroad in the vast, bustling city. The purple dragon and the golden dragonfly were breathing heavily from running very speedily while Jake shut his eyelids tightly and raised his clenched fist in the air.
"Dragon up!" He exclaimed, as different shades of blue flames raced through his body and they engulfed him, revealing his dragon form after the transformation finished. "Ya'll about to board the Dragon Airlines, can I get a whoop-whoop?" As he said this, he lifted his enormous bat-like wings and flapped them.
"Heh, heh, you're quite the comedian Jake, we need to get to the skate park anyway so we'd better hurry." Spyro raised his right eyebrow with a baffled expression at Jake Long with a light-heartedly chuckle that came from deep in his throat.
The red, slender dragon hunkers down to allow Spyro to get on his back. He jumped upwards, pulled himself up and sat comfortably. His small feet were touching the New York City's magical protector's scaly neck.
Jake gazed at his newfound buddies from the Dragon Realms with a friendly grin. "Hang on tight, S! It's gonna be a wicked, sweet ride!"
His red, extensive wings began to flap rapidly and instantly took off into the sky. The trio of heroes were looking down in several directions for the other group of three: Trixie, Spud and Fu Dog. Since they were above the ground, it won't be easy to spot their chums from below. The altitude increases each time they were rising above the roads and pavements, they were passing each building they see, only managing to catching sight of the rooftops. One by one, they were clustered in various shapes, sizes, appearances, heights and widths tinted in different colours. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking from mid-air, it's overwhelming to take in and feel.
Seeing as it's sundown, the lights in every building, landmark and house were switched on. They were illuminating from them along with the sun, warm radiance were giving off from the large sphere of heat. The sky was mixed with hot colours, ranging from hues of red, light orange, orange and yellow like a typical sunset.
Spyro observed the aerial landscape and was left almost speechless. It's incredible to experience for himself. "Wow! I've never seen anything like this back at home! This is awesome!"
Sparx nodded, indicating agreement with his best buddy. He too, thinks that the city is scenic at the day's end.
"That's the beauty of it, dude! One of the many perks of bein' the Am-Drag is patrollin' the city from the air!" The tall and thin, red reptilian saviour beamed, avoiding eye contact with his recent mates. Clearly, he's concentrating on gliding through the bustling, lively metropolis and trying to prevent himself from crashing into something. "By the way, do you have a boo?"
The purple, reptilian mythological creature had on a puzzled expression, wondering why his friend suddenly asked him a question like that. "Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Do you have a girlfriend or someone you love?"
At this point, redness instantly flushed Spyro's purple-coloured face and a large amount of sweat became visible on his forehead, he was unable to let his words out of his mouth and gulped uneasily. He only managed to utter a sentence in a stuttering tone.
"E-e-er… u-u-um… t-t-there i-i-is a-a-a c-c-certain g-g-girl… I… erm… love."
"Who is it?"
"El… Elo… Elora." The purple-eyed, yellow-spiked dragon eventually said his lover's name.
"Hey, isn't Elora one of your pals you've mentioned earlier when you first came here?"
The reddishness subsided until there's nothing left of it on Spyro's face. Using the fingers of his right claw, he wiped away the sweat from his forehead.
"Yeah, and I've been hiding my true feelings from her for so long ever since I met her for the first time. I'm not sure if she feels the same… but… but… she's a faun and I'm a dragon. I don't know if this will ever work out." He explained, his voice was now back to normal and he's not stammering any more. He frowned, as soon as he ended his speech.
The American Dragon shook his head, disagreeing with his headstrong, arrogant purple buddy. "Aw, c'mon S… don't be upset, the relationship between Rose and I worked out in the end. In spite of Rose bein' a dragon slayer and in tight with the Huntsclan and me as a dragon, we were head over heels in love and that's all that matters, yo! So, forget your differences with your boo and sometimes, true love can happen successfully."
"I guess you do make a good point, hopefully she'll love me in return."
"Of course, she will! Ain't no thang for a chicken wing, right?"
"Uh… yeah, whatever."
"Anyway, guys! We're approachin' the meetin' point! Prepare for landin', y'all!"
Meanwhile at Washington Park, Trixie, Spud and Fu Dog were waiting patiently for Spyro, Jake Long and Sparx to turn up. They were outside the skateboarding park on the gravel pavement and standing in front of a glimmering lamppost that was towering over them, this hangout was the gang's rendezvous point. At this time, there were no skateboarders skating all over the place on the half pipes or enormous ramps and performing a series of complicated, flashy tricks in the air, due to the fact that it's near closing time.
The African-American tomboy glanced at her wristwatch that was fastened around her wrist. "C'mon, Jakey! Where you at, boy? Sundown is nearly over!"
"I hope those kids haven't came across any trouble, things could get ugly. I'll dig out a pair of binoculars to search for 'em." The Chinese Shar Pei dog rummage through his wrinkles, throwing out random objects like a mini sellotape, a pink purse and a wilted, lifeless flower to the left. At last, he withdraws a pair of binoculars, pulled it to his eyes and look through it, pointing the object towards the sky.
"Did you see them?" Arthur P. Spudinski paced over to the mystical talking dog and attempted to peer on the right side of his head.
"Yeah, they're up there! I can see 'em!"
Sure enough, Spyro is riding on the American Dragon's back and Sparx is floating beside his fellow traveller. They can be seen in the distance in the air, and then in an instant they nose-dived bearing right in at a break-neck speed and they were travelling to an unspecified, particular part of the municipality. They soon disappeared somewhere from the watchful eyes of the animal guardian and were out of sight. The only person who wasn't with them was Rose, she vanished without a doubt but Fu, Trixie and Spud wasn't aware of that yet.
"How did you know they were up there?" The brown-haired, green-hatted teenager enquired, a teeny bit curious.
The grey, red-collar wearing canine took off the binoculars and put it back in his wrinkles. Afterwards, he shrugs at Spud's inquisitive question. "Lucky guess, besides they're dragons… well except for that bug, they can fly anyway. I don't get why Spyro needs a piggyback ride from Jake, though."
"But why would he want to ride on a pig?"
Fu stared blankly at Spud; the eyes of the Shar Pei were half-closed. "It's a figure of speech, potato boy. I don't mean it literally."
"Sorry, dog-man. I didn't understand what you mean by that." The green-hatted teen apologized, patting the wrinkly, grey dog's head gently with his left hand.
"Hey, no pattin' the head. I'm not your pet."
"Yo, homies! Wassup?" A recognizable voice bellowed.
The instant the voice got their attention, the trio simultaneously glanced to the right to notice Jake, Spyro and Sparx drawing near. The purple dragon was at the middle of the group of three, Jacob Luke Long who was waving to his chums was on the left and in his human form and the golden dragonfly was alongside his close friend, on the right. Within moments, they reached their trustworthy pals and at long last, the crew was reunited excluding Rose who was absent.
"So, did you kids find that cheetah?" Fu Dog questioned, eager to hear the news from the other team of three.
Jake hung his head down in disappointment, felt like he let the squad down. "Nope, there wasn't a trace of him. It's like if we're on a goose chase, goin' around in circles with no clues leadin' to Hunter."
"Yeah, our search for him turned out zilch, nothing." Spyro added, stating the obvious.
The American-Chinese teenager moved his head up, look towards each of his team mates with a serious face and decided that it's his turn to give details about what happened after the Artisan purple resident of the Artisans Homeworld.
"On the other hand, we encountered the Huntsman and the Huntsclan. However, Rose fled in the middle of the battle."
"What the heck are they doin' back here?!?" The animal guardian was taken aback; he rubbed his eyes with his paws and not believing what he heard. His eyes unexpectedly grew huge and wide during his traumatized outburst. "Didn't that vortex destroyed 'em 'cause of Rose's wish after those Aztec Skulls were brought together? You've gotta be kiddin' me!"
"We're not joking and—" Spyro tried to assure Fu that he and Jake weren't telling fibs and then stopped in mid sentence, eventually realizing that the Chinese Shar Pei is no ordinary dog. "Wait a sec, you can speak this whole time?"
"Yeah, I'm a magical talking dog and the animal guardian of the kid." The old, red collar-wearing canine pointed at the red jacket-wearing, black beady-eyed boy.
Trixie Carter spoke up next, recalling the talent show at Millard Fillmore Middle School and when she and Spud knew the alter-ego of their best friend. "I didn't get the whole 'talking dog' thing at first but Spud and I got used to him yappin'. I thought he was a real ventriloquist puppet who was competin' in the talent contest at school with Jakey until we knew the truth."
It took a while for Spyro to absorb all the information in his skull and he briefly nodded, accepting the previous events and escapades from his buddies. "It's a good thing this isn't new to me, it's odd that everywhere I go I tend to meet talking animals in several realms and places. That's the reason why I wasn't that surprised about Fu being able to talk."
"Realms?" Jake repeated, cocking an eyebrow at the purple, fire-breathing reptile in an enquiring fashion.
"Er… um… uh… I have adventures with Sparx in separate areas or dimensions before I met you."
"Wait a minute! Th-That means you're not Jakey's cousin?" Trixie was flabbergasted, discovering that the Artisan, purple reptilian protagonist is not like the other dragons from the countless countries on the planet and he isn't related to Jake. Her jaw dropped and her eyes became extremely wide in pure astonishment.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for not telling the truth earlier." Spyro apologized, looking towards each of his recent buddies. He began to talk about where he and his partner were really from in a soft voice, still feeling guilty about lying to them. "In reality, I'm a real dragon from the Artisans Homeworld, one of the many homeworlds in the Dragon Realms. I came here with Sparx to reclaim the Rainbow Sceptre and rescue my constant companion, Hunter, who is in Ripto's evil grasp."
The spiky-haired, skateboarding teenager knelt down and wrapped his arm round his soon-to-be best buddy, looking intently into his purple eyes. "Hey, I'm a dragon myself. At least, I'm not the only one who's hidin' secrets here but it's awesome to meet a fellow dragon from a far-off world."
At this instant, a dragon toothy grin gradually creeps around Spyro's lips of his scaly face, feeling fairly happier as he met his gaze. He was touched by the compassionate words from his probable confidant, a pleasant emotion he suddenly felt inside him and it's like as if his heart was melted. "Thanks, Jake. You're a great friend to have outside the Dragon Realms."
He embraced Jake and he returned it, their way of becoming the best of friends. After a small number of seconds has passed, they let go of each other. As if on cue, a question entered Trixie's and Spud's mind except Jake, Fu Dog, Spyro and Sparx. The black, brown-skinned girl was the first to speak out before Arthur P. Spudinski had a chance.
"There is one question, who the heck is Ripto?" She enquired, whilst Spud vacantly nodded, going along with her.
"Ripto is a very small dinosaur who wears a purple cape and wields a sceptre which has a ruby jewel attached to it. I first encountered him and his goons at Glimmer that is one of the various realms in Avalar. I usually call him 'shorty' just to tease him 'cause of his size." Spyro gave an explanation about his recurring enemy to Jake's close friends.
Noticing that his bunch of chums was a member short, the brown-haired, computer genius eyed the dragon duo, questioningly. "Dudes, where's Rose?"
"She ran off to get help, I'm guessin' she's changin' into her Huntsgirl outfit." Jake assumed, recalling what his girlfriend told him.
"Kids, we have to head back to Canal Street Electronics to see the one guy who can help us out." The heavy, aged canine informed to the youngsters in a serious tone of voice. "It's not like we have a choice."
The black-haired, 14-year-old rascal gave every of his mates a big smile, contented with paying a visit to his grandfather and Dragon Master since he hasn't seen almost all day. "Who's up for visitin' Gramps?"
All he got as a reply was simultaneous nods from them. And so, they made their way to Luong Lao Shi's store where the escapade began. They were in two teams of three: Spyro, Sparx and Jake and Spud, Trixie and Fu Dog. It's located somewhere deep within Chinatown in the south of Canal Street, they went around corners of tall, gigantic buildings, structure and famous landmarks in a diverse of shapes, sizes and colours. At some point, in order to get to other streets, they darted their eyes left and right to check if the coast is clear before crossing the road. Next, they came across more avenues, alleys and pathways and before they knew it, they arrived at their destination.
Jake Long approached the door and twisted the knob that made the door opened. He gone through the doorway, followed by his group of friends who trailed behind one by one. Seeing as the elderly, magical guardian was the last one to come in, he used his paws to cautiously shut the door behind them. They were greeted by an old man wearing a dark blue, oriental robe who was standing before them.
He was clothed in a dark blue, long-sleeved Chinese robe, which touches the wooden floor. His skin has a flesh, light tanned colour and his face is large and sort of round. His ears were pointy and curved, the eyes were black and puny that was close by his petite, oval nose with exceedingly tiny nostrils and he has white, wavy hair covering his head and a lock of curvy hair that is visible round his ear and dangles to his shoulders. Over his eyes were long, curly eyebrows, a moustache that is the same length as them and seems to be coming out of his nose and a tiny beard on his chin, under his mouth. Finally, his cheeks were chubby and his forehead has a small number of wrinkles but not as much as Fu. On the end of the sleeves of the robe were patterns decorated with zigzags in light yellow squares, above and below the design were blue and light blue stripes. Lastly, outlined zigzag designs in long pale yellow, upside down arcs touching the waistline of the attire. He's once the Dragon of China and come from a long line of powerful Chinese Dragons. To Jake, he's his grandson and dragon master.
"Ai-yah! Jake, where have you been? You're an hour late for dragon training!" He shouted, furious at his student for his tardiness.
As usual, the student of Lao Shi gave him a reasonable excuse; luckily it was a good one. "Sorry, G. I was takin' care of Am-Drag business, out with my peeps…" He points his finger at Spyro, who stood on all four at the side of him. "And helpin' my new friend searching for his cheetah pal."
The wise dragon master warily moved towards the purple-scaled, winged stranger and observed him from top to bottom. Naturally, Spyro is quite unnerved by this and slowly backed away.
"Hey, stop staring! Haven't you ever seen a dragon before?" He queried, a tad bit annoyed of receiving an uncomforting gaze from the aged man.
Jake's grandfather hid his hands inside his sleeves and bowed in front of the defender of the Dragon Realms. "I'm terribly sorry, young dragon. I haven't seen a purple dragon here before in this territory, this is my first time. What is the name you go by, young one?"
"I'm Spyro and this is my dragonfly companion, Sparx." The protector of his homeworld smirked; he used his sharp, pointed end of his tail to point towards the fluttering insect who waved his right, white-gloved hand at the elderly male.
"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintances, my name is Luong Lao Shiand I am my grandson's grandfather and his dragon master. Do you have a human form?"
"A what?"
"Basically, a human form is what you appear to be as a human being instead of staying as a dragon. If it's necessary, you can revert back to your normal self." Lao Shi explained, he points to himself to demonstrate what he meant. "For instance, this is my human form."
"Er… about that, I don't have one."
Jake took the opportunity to cut in into the conversation, once his chum finished his sentence. "That's right, he's in fact an actual dragon from the Artisans Homeworld, one of the homeworlds in the Dragon Realms. So in other words, he can't change back to normal, Gramps."
It didn't take long for the granddad of the wannabe, hip-hop skateboard rat to take in the truth about Spyro's secretive origin; the white-haired guy instantly nods, comprehending what his relative is revealing to him. "Hmm… I see. Did you arrive here by chance?"
"Yeah, after going after my foe and my kidnapped pal, I somehow ended up here as soon as I entered a portal from a far-off dimension I was in previously."
"This must mean that the portal you came from leads to here. Fortunately, there might possibly be a way to find your—"
All of a sudden, the ex-Dragon of China's speech was cut off with a knock on the door that brought everyone's attention to it. The American-Chinese skateboard rat turned round, came up to the door, rotated the knob and opened it to set his eyes on a familiar sight, right in front of him in the doorway.
The mysterious character was none other than Marty, the Grim Reaper who was the 600-year-old dog's buddy from the past and perhaps the best practical joker this side of Hades. He's a skeleton with big, black eyeballs and red pupils in them on his skull, a miniature, upturned triangular nose and a mouth that has three, vertical short lines on it, they were an inch near each other. He's clothed in a black, long-sleeved cloak with a hood over him and a dark grey, bones-like strap tied around his waist, if he has one.
"Marty?!?" Fu Dog paced nearer to his buddy from way back, his face immediately perked up when he saw his sudden presence. He then stood facing his emaciated mate next to the cool, spiky-haired skateboarder.
"Fu! You old dog, you." The Grim Reaper's skull-like face brightened up, delighted to see the 600-year-old magical guardian. Marty rubbed him in a friendly way as if he's giving him a noogie. "I haven't seen you in a while!"
Wondering who the strange visitor is at the entrance, the male protagonist of the dragon-filled realm nervously walked briskly on his four, clawed legs to the bizarre, creepy being. In mere seconds, he came to a stop next to the red jacket-wearing, young adult and stood before the robe-wearing skeleton.
"Hello…? A little freaked out here!" He puts Marty on display with a disturbing stare, while the violet, winged insect hid behind his travel companion's, scaly cranium. He fearfully peeked round it on the right side; his white-gloved hands gripped the rough surface of the skin.
"Spyro and Sparx, I'd like you both to meet my old friend Marty, the Grim Reaper." The Chinese Shar Pei dog stretched out his paws to his old pal, introducing him to a scared Spyro and a petrified Sparx. "Since you're here, can you do us a little favour?"
Being happy to help out someone he hasn't seen in a while, the red-eyed, practical joker was glad to hear from his bygone chum. "Sure, Fu. What is it?"
"We're tryin' to find a talkin' cheetah named Hunter but so far, there's no clues that leads to him. Besides, you know the location of any soul in mortal danger… right?"
"Yeah, even the ones I'm not familiar with." Marty dug into the right sleeve of his cloak and took out a golden, magical globe with an arrow on top which points upwards, it radiates with bright, yellow light just like static electricity using his left, bony hand. It's an item that is capable of tracking anyone in grave peril. He lifted it up above him using his skeletal, left hand. "I heard about your pal twenty minutes ago, this will tell you where he is." He brought it down to Spyro's level, who receives it by wrapping his tail round the item. "Hope you get to him before I do, good luck." The cloaked skeleton placed his very thin hand on the youthful, purple mythological creature and glanced at him at eye height, encouragingly.
"Thanks, buddy."
With that, Marty departed from the store leaving Spyro bewildered with a shimmering yet useful object and Sparx letting his eyes settle to the item. All of a sudden, a question struck the little, purple dragon.
"What the heck is this?" He vacantly gave the thingamabob a stare which he held with his tail, he narrow his eyes due to the intensity radiance of the lights that's been giving off.
Gramps came close to him; his hands were inside the sleeves of his outfit like a typical, ancient Chinese man. "What you have there is an Enchanted Compass, it pinpoints any location of a specific person in dire trouble. I'm assuming your friend is in need of rescuing, yes?"
"Yeah, that's right. My adversary, Ripto, kidnapped him."
"Then you know what you must do, use this to uncover his hideout. If you find him, that's where your friend is."
Spyro determinedly nodded, seeing the point of the instructions from the elderly dragon master.
Fu Dog informed the dragon duo and the dragonfly about his task with the other two sidekicks. "Kids, I'll stay behind with Trixie and potato boy to work on a potion or a spell that will help you and maybe us as well in battle. But before you guys go anywhere, I'll provide you two with a pouch which will prove of some use." He sprinted to the storeroom at once on all four paws.
Uncertain of his best friends being safe, the red-clad, black-eyed boy tilted his head to the side having a doubtful look on his face. "Trix and Spud, are you guys all right with helpin' him out?"
"Yeah, it's cool. We can handle the responsibility, right Spud?" The brown-skinned, dark brown-eyed teen beamed.
"Sure thing." Spud responded with a smile.
"Just don't get killed out there, okay boys?"
"Don't worry your little head about it, Sparx and I already dealt with shorty and his lackeys numerous times in the past. Besides, what can possibly go wrong this time?" Spyro arrogantly smirked; a teensy bit of chuckling is easily heard within his voice. After all those times of defeating Ripto and his henchmen in the good ol' days, he always knew the outcome.
"Yeah, they'll get what's comin' to 'em!" Jake punched his right, clenched fist into his left hand in a threatening manner.
Within a jiffy, the Shar-Pei came back to the main room with a pocket-sized sack tied with a string in a bow; he managed to cling to it with his razor-sharp, canine teeth. He draws near to the group of three and spat it down causing it to drop to the floor.
He gestures a finger at the pint-sized bag, providing an explanation to the heroes. "What's inside this small bag is unlocking powder, use this only in emergencies. Sprinkle the powder all over the cage and that stuff will be your one-way ticket to freedom. Make sure you don't lose it otherwise you two will be captured just like the cheetah."
"Does it work on anything else, besides cages?" The winged, purple denizen of his home enquired, he hoped that the powder could release his personal trainer from the riptoc cretin's clutches.
"Nah, not that I know of. Furthermore, you'll need this just in case the vision Sara foretold comes true. Good luck, kids!"
And so, Fu motioned his paw to his two, teenage potion and spell assistants as a gesture meaning a 'c'mon' sign, telling them to follow him into the concoction room. They did as they were told and gone after him. Jake Long squats down to pick up the pint-sized bag of unlocking powder from the very spot his animal guardian spews it out to the ground; it's currently in the palm of his hand and he carefully put in one of the large square-shaped pockets of his navy shorts.
"G, aren't ya comin'?" He asked. His grandfather is normally part of his back-up squad when it comes to his dragon duties, if he requires his help so it makes sense why he's asking his grandpa.
Lao Shi refused his apprentice's offer for support, he respectfully shook his head. "I'm afraid I cannot, grandson. This will put your skills and training to the test, even I can't aid you this time. However if you desperately desire back-up, phone us and we'll assist you as best as we can. I wish you both luck."
"Looks like it's up to us to save Hunter's butt! I'd better carry this, Spy. It can be heavy for ya considerin' your size."
"Is 'Spy' another nickname for me? You're right about that thingamajig though, it's tiring to hold it with my tail." Spyro laughed, having a little sense of humour as he gently laid the Enchanted Compass at the side of him.
"Sorry, my bad. It's a bad habit, I tend to usually call my Gramps and anyone pet names." Jake sheepishly apologized; he too joined in the laughter with his purple-scaled ally.
They were having a bit of fun as if they were the best of friends and their friendship starts to develop into something even better, the more close they get. Their amusement was eventually over in a couple of minutes, recalling their mission which was the major objective on their minds.
"Dragon up!" Jacob Luke Long's hands flared up with blue flames and he embraced himself, a range of blue tints covered him and he morphs into the American Dragon. He lifts up the gleaming, globular doodad with his red claws and glanced at the plucky yet cocky, purple reptile, resolutely. "Ready for the ultimate showdown against Ripto?"
"Yep, there's no turning back now." The yellow, spiked purple fire-breather assented, meeting his gaze with a nod boldly. "He's going down!"
The trio head out the door and the red, tall and thin dragon draw the door towards him and turned doorknob round to the right to close it before they head to the road, ahead of them and he sets down the glistening, spherical compass in front of his face. He lowered himself to allow Spyro to get on his back, Sparx fluttered to where his partner sat and hovered alongside him. The Big Apple's magical protector grabbed the gold, sphere-shaped doodah with his claws and his enormous, bat-like wings began flapping rapidly. At long last, he let his legs off the road and they promptly launched into the sky.
Ever since coming across Lao Shi in Canal Street Electronics, the day went by so quick that there were a diversity of dark colours and hues of blue clustered into one in the sky as this day started to evolve from sunset to night time. More lights from the buildings, houses and attractions were switched on than before, overlooking them from above is like a concrete jungle full of hustle and bustle. The skyline was tremendous and picturesque at the same time like a city that was observed from a high-quality photograph. It may be distracting for the three male protagonists but they still have a job to do!
The arrow on the Enchanted Compass kept on pointing in several directions, which sort of made a path the heroes had to follow from the air. It acted like a tracking device, pinpointing the exact area where the furry, light blue-eyed archer is held captive. It continued to glow with tones of intensive, vivid yellow light; it's just like a light source brightening up the way.
Conversely, during the flight, the sounds that were audible were the flapping from the wings in a repetitive rhythm and the noisy honks as well as the engines from the motor vehicles and transportations below them, at this time must be the rush hour or a hectic traffic jam. However, unbeknownst to his chums, a single sentence was muttered from Spyro's mouth.
"Don't worry Hunter, we're coming…"
Thanks to valuable help from Marty, Spyro, Sparx and Jake ultimately discovered the hideaway of where the sinister menace, Ripto, held Hunter hostage but will the reptilian heroes and the dragonfly have what it takes to put a stop to the dragon-hating riptoc's ambitions? Is there more to Spyro and Elora's relationship than just friendship? What kind of surprises and unforeseen appearances lies in store for them? Find out in the upcoming chapter!
So far for the latest poll of my crossover, only three votes for Spyro x Elora as the couple the readers and reviewers want to see more romance from instead of the other pairs. If you hate the pair or the romance between the chosen lovebirds, then you should have voted in the poll and try to cope with them together. Anyhoo, it's hard to come up with a good title for the new chapter this time, I think I've ran out of great names. This is my first time trying my hardest to get Jake's grandfather and Marty in character, I hope I did them okay. I'm sure you guys will be eager about reading the forthcoming chappie just as much as I'm excited about typing it up!
I may ran out of ideas for chapter titles currently, but not for the whole story. Don't get me wrong, but I don't have a favourite couple from the old-school, Spyro games or the new ones so I don't care who's pairing up with whom. Because I don't live in New York City, I've tried to describe what it's like from what I've watched in the cartoon and Internet research.
The reason why the old, Artisan Spyro and the original characters were included in my fic 'cause I want to re-live the nostalgic, good ol' days and I preferred the old-school version (he was cute in my opinion due to his size and his eyes), he was one of my favourite, video game heroes from childhood alongside Mario and the purple dragon was my only favourite, magical flying reptile back then before I even knew about American Dragon: Jake Long. Now, I still miss the early days playing Spyro The Dragon, Spyro 2: Gateway To Glimmer and Spyro 3: Year Of The Dragon on the Playstation, they totally kick a$$ and three of the most memorable games, besides Super Mario 64.
For the meantime, review away and if you notice any spelling and grammar errors, typos or there are mistakes with the dialogue or plot, let me know in the reviews and I'll try to make them right when I have some spare time.