Finding my way back home
Friends of fanfiction and our favorite dragon, I ask you for help. This website is the reason I fell in love with the English language, and Spyro was the one I spoke about. If you remember me from the first day I arrived, my spelling and English skills were sad for a person my age. But with your help, and words of support, I learned more in nine years here than I did in twelve years of schooling.
I ounce again ask for your honesty in what I give. As I sad in my last story, a stroke has taken my abilities to speak and remember the language I had come to love and use with relative ease. I am struggling now in a room at a nursing home, trying to spell words that became easy to use after writing stories about a dragon and his friends and family.
So this is my plan. I am asking Spyro to come here and save my life. However, I will need your help as well. Speak to me, tell me what I do wrong. Be honest. Be ruthless. Don't hold back anything, cause I need your help as well.
I shale start by getting our favorite dragon to come to the scariest place in any ones imagination...
New Jersey.
Chapter 1...A call for help
It was October 16, in the terrifying land know as New Jersey, when a pair of brothers were working to empty the younger brother's home. I was in the middle or moving out, and was unable to lift a heavy book that I overloaded. So I picked up my phone and made the call that would save my life.
"Hey...can you spare a few minutes over here to help me move a heavy box. I was stupid, and filled it too much."
I was surprised when he said yes, as I know he was on his way to New York for his job. But as any good brother would, well maybe a very limited amount, he said "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
And so I moved a smaller box to my reddish-purple Sonata, filling the back seat with some close and other liter objects. Another trip in and out of the house, and soon enough the inside of my car was full. And at that moment is when I saw the gray Honda my brother drives pull into the parking lot beside my house.
"Thanks man...I appreciate this." I said, as he got out of his car with a grin, nodding his head as if to say.
'Don't worry...that is what brothers do'
No truer statement can be made, as he has bin there for me in many ways, just as I have for him. For twenty eight years I took care of our mother, how herself suffered an aneurism of the brain in 1989. However, this year her sister decided to intervene and had my mother placed in nursing home.
It was for the best, as her skills to walk and move around had dropped. But I was heart broker and lost, having never lived alone in my life. I know that sounds sad for a forty-five year old man to say, but unless you experienced the same thing, you cannot judge the pain I felt.
Nothing was going right for me, the story of my life, as I was told three weeks later the house I was living it had been pot on the market. And of course, since the housing market is blossoming, it didn't take long for it to be purchased.
So there I was, a shitty job driving Uber, no money in the bank to speak of, and a credit score to laugh at...yeah, in other words, I was Fu*ked.
But I still had my health...LOL
"Can you stop smoking that damn cigarette and help..." my brother bitches, as he waits for a hand to place the large box in the trunk of my Hyundai. "...after all, it is your shit we're trying to move!"
With a smirk, I looked at my brother feeling a bit embarrassed, and tossed my Marlboro Light to the ground.
"Sorry bro. My bad."
I make my way back to the trunk of my car, helping to pivot the large heavy box in. And after a good push and shove, the oversized box falls into its place, allowing me to close the trunk.
"Thanks for the help Nick...I appreciate it man."
My brother smiles and nods his head, but then I see him look at me with an odd gaze.
"You alright John?"
My thoughts were to say yes, as I felt no pain. In fact, I felt nothing to tell you the truth. Not even my anger for how life was treating me at this moment.
I was relaxed, knowing I was gonna be able to get everything out of the house with my brother's help. It was only one of the worries I had, thinking I could never clear the house I lived in for the past seven and a half years. But with my brother Nick standing beside me, I new we could do anything.
However, I was far from alright and didn't know it.
Without a word, my eyes closed tight and I fell face first into the back of my car. I slammed my head against the trunk, scaring the shit out of my brother. Thankfully he didn't hesitate, or freak out in a panic. Instead he called 9.1.1., and because I lived only four minutes from Rariton Bay Medical Center, the ambulance we there fast.
I am still alive because my brother did not freezing up, and have a good chance of a full returning.
For two days I remained unconscious, not knowing who or where I was. I woke up believing I was nineteen years old, and that it was 1993. For a few weeks I was unsure of what happened, or why I was in the hospital.
Suddenly, on day twenty two, I awoke for real.
"Where am I?" I asked, only to be told by my brother, who was standing by, that I was in JFK hospital. He told me I had a stroke, and that I would be okay. A great relief to me, as I was terrified that I was going to die. But then he told me the date, and once again I felt scared.
"It is November 10, 2019."
I was dumbfounded, as I believed it was still July 2018. Now the odd thing is, if you are fans of my last stony, The Gold Bracelet, it was started in 2019, and I actually recall some things from the first six chapters. The brain is a mysterious thing as I was unfamiliar with everything I wrote. I lost almost eighteen months of memories, and yet I still have that part of the stony inside somewhere.
It is promising in a way, to now that some memories are still there, and that one day it may all come back. But for know, I must try to rebuild...that is why this story is being written. I will finish the Gold Bracelet, but first I must reread it...cause I don't remember it. That's kind of cool, I get to enjoy a story I mad up, and review it myself...LOL
But first, I need you all to help me learn English again. And how to write a good story.
Help me Spyro...I need you now, more then ever.
It is a peaceful night in the city of Warfang, and the reason for that peace was now sleeping on a pill of soft velvet pillows. Of course beside him lays Cynder, her head under his arm in a loving embrace. Both dragons lightly snoring in comfort, never felling better in their lives, as yesterdays party, celebrating their return, was more then either could handle.
It was a joyful experience to see the hero of Avalar in a playful mood, as most only witnessed Spyro as the serious dragon who was fighting to save their world. But as they returned for the first time since Malefor's defeat, the entire city took it upon themselves to throw the pair of heroes a bash for the ages.
For hours the city was festive, everyone showing the light purple dragon their love and respect for saving the world. And as expected by the great hero, and not that bogus prophet who broke her heart with his prediction, Cynder was given the same respect and gratitude for assisting in the efforts to keep Avalar safe.
Food and drink and fun filled Warfang's streets late into the night, as everyone paid omega to the three dragons who risked their lives to save them. However, there was a moment of sadness when Spyro payed his respects and honer to a father figure, bringing the city to tears as he cried when speaking of the great dragon.
In fact, because of his words, the day would be forever renamed to honer Ignitus the Brave. Even the mighty Terrador was unable to hold back the tears as Spyro looked towards the heavens and gave his thanks, then professed his love.
So now in peace he sleeps with the one he loves in paw. The memory of last night filling his heart as the world gave their love and respects to the heroes of Avalar. Never has he felt this way, even as a child there was thoughts that made him wonder. Like why he locked different, seeing himself grow larger than any other dragonflies.
But tonight he found the truth, he is a sun to everyone on Avalar, not just a dragon or oversized insect.
He is a brother to all.
And as any good family member would, Spyro was given a toast by all of his brothers...and sisters...of Warfang. Maybe a few to many, as the sleeping dragon begins hearing voices in his dream.
Help me Spyro...I need your now, more than ever.
The still inebriated dragon opens his eyes slightly, then looks around the room for whoever made that request. But after a second or two of not seeing anyone, the purple dragon figures it was just his imagination. He kisses Cynder on the neck, then rests his head back down beside hers.
Please Spyro.
The purple dragon raises his head, and with a bit of anger looks at the door entering his room.
"Cut the crap Spark, or I'm gonna get mad...and you really don't want me to get mad right now...I am still a bit drunk."
Spyro's anger is turned to shock and surprise as his brother uncovers himself from Cynder's right wing.
"What did I do?"
The great hero shakes his head, waking himself more and more, then looks toward the window where the voice may have come from.
"I heard someone ask for my help, but it sounded like it was coming from outside."
The small dragonfly buzzes over to the window, looking at the empty streets of Warfang, then looks back at his brother. He shakes his head no, but before he can tell Spyro nothing is outside...
I know you can hear me Spyro...I beg you, please help me.
"What the hell" Spark's reply is the response Spyro reals to, as nothing or no one is outside the window.
"What is going on?" Cynder asks with a tired voice, seeing her love and his brother now staring out the window. "Who was that, that just asked for help."
Spyro looks at his brother with worry, as both he and Spark might still be hearing things, considering how much they had to drink. However, Cynder had nothing, remaining sober throughout the night, so she could speak to those she hurt with true intent, and not under the strain of alcohol.
"You herd that too, Cynder?" Spyro asks, looking out the window ounce again as this soft voice calls one more time.
I am lost within myself. Please, I need your help...along with the people who love you, to find my way back.
The purple dragon looks at his love and his brother with confusion, not understanding the request made. But being the hero he is, Spyro asks what is needed.
"Of course I will help..." he pauses for a moment looking around, then focuses his attention out the window. "...but where are you?"
Though he begs, Spyro is not given the answer he needs. With concern and sadness, the purple dragon looks at his family wondering what he can do. His heart is broken, knowing someone is asking for his help, but unable to do a damn thing about it.
"What do I do Cynder?" he begs for an answer, but all this does is bring pain to both dragons. Spyro knowing she is as unable to answer the question asked of her, and Cynder because she sees her love struggling once again in sadness.
"First thing we need to do I get some sleep Spyro." Spark answers, getting a look of anger from his brother. However, the yellow dragonfly proves his usefulness, speaking with a sturdy voice for the first time.
"What..." he barks, getting nose to nose with Spyro. "...we're still slightly buzzed from the party. Do you feel like flying around while hammered...not knowing where we're going...AT NIGHT TIME."
The purple dragon losses his anger, knowing his brother is right, starring out the window with disgust.
"You're right Spark...we will wait till morning before heading out." the hero or Avalar remarks with disgust, then looks at his brother Spark with disbelief.
"When did you get the guts to yell at me with anger and no fear?"
The yellow dragonfly smirks once again.
"I did that...and you didn't kick my butt?" he replies, his smile getting wider. "See Spyro...I told you we were still drunk."
Well here we go people. I ask you to follow along with a new story, and help me relearn the English language. Spyro will not be alone in this task.
I will be asking others for their assistance.