Story 1: Perfect Night

The night was slowly coming in the Artisan Realm. Nestor and Delbin were watching the little dragon playing with his best friend, a dragonfly.

The red dragon was painting the small dragon and his dragonfly from memory at their best moment together. The light of the stars in the sky and the full moon shining in the sky created the perfect moment for his painting. He put his finishing touches at the basic of his painting. He finished putting a little bit of color for the sky and the land. He didn't need to remember the color of Spyro or Sparx. Once he finished the basic of his master piece, he knew that it was time to rest soon.

The green dragon gazed at him, "He didn't grow up that much."

"Yeah. He is still really small. I wouldn't worry. I'm sure he will be a late bloomer," he chuckled a little nervously.

The carpenter gazed at the side, "If it wasn't from Sparx. He wouldn't be there, running around and having fun."

"He won't be that happy when he had to start looking for his path."

"We weren't happy when we had to grow up," he replied. He saw it was getting really dark. Nestor clapped his hands, "Spyro! Sparx! It's time to sleep… I mean… Bed time. It's getting really late and you need to be ready for tomorrow," he put his hand on his forehead, "Because I sure need to rest for the night."

"We need to be at our best tomorrow…For a few more years," he added.

"He sure has an endless amount of energy," Argus commented as he passed by with a watermelon.

"Still eating another one?" Delbin asked while the youngling came towards them with a pout.

"It's my melon regime. I just need to have something in my stomach before going to bed. Nothing big," he then took a large bite.

Nestor put his hands on his hip, "Spyro. The night is coming. It's… bed time!"

The dark blue dragon gazed in the sky, "Yeah, a storm is coming. You don't want to get wet," he pointed at the dark clouds coming towards them.

Spyro turned back and huffed, "Naw," he yelped when his green dad grabbed him and held him in his arms. He felt the young one trying to struggle, "Naw. Naw. No bath!"

"You aren't getting a bath Spyro. You are going to bed. I know you heard me," he grumbled back at the child with quick pace. He held the youngling against his chest and felt his tail to whip his chest, but it didn't hurt him.

The purple dragon stopped debating when he accepted that he was going to sleep and couldn't do anything about it. He pouted, "Not tired."

"But we are Spyro. You have so much energy," he walked in the room where the child rested in the castle. It was a large room with a bed filled with pillows as he loved it.

"Not tired," he whined as he was gently put on the ground.

Delbin chuckled as he rested against the entrance, "But you don't want to take a nap during the day, the best moment to play a game," he waved his finger in front of the child. He poked the snout of the child and made a funny sound, "Boop."

The little one walked towards his pillows and jumped on them. He yawned. He stopped running and felt the exhaustion coming at him. He rested his head on the pillow and grumbled, "Not tired."

The three adults chuckled as they closed the door. They made sure the door could still be opened, just in case something happened. They didn't want the child to be trapped in there.

They went to bed as they decided to sleep for the night. They could hear the storm approaching. The sound of thunder echoed in the air. It was still far away as they heard little.

"I hope it won't scare Spyro," Nestor commented. It was the first time the young dragon slept on his own during a storm. He stopped and turned back, "Maybe he should sleep with you Delbin."

"Naw. I tried it yesterday and he complained that he didn't want to be with me. He's already getting older," the red dragon sighed. He enjoyed resting with Spyro. Just having a kid with him, just calmed down his big paternal instinct.

Argus sighed, "Me too. He turned me down. He said I was too big," he huffed.

They wondered if this was the origin of the melon diet he began. The two chuckled as the dark blue dragon went to bed.

The two split up and went on their room. Nestor sat on his bed and thought back, "Spyro didn't refuse to sleep with me… Probably soon," he didn't try that. He knew the day he would ask; the child would refuse. He sighed. His paternal instinct was always strong when the young dragon was around. He rested on his bed and closed his eyes, as he heard the storm closing in.


Sparx flew near his best friend and buzzed if he was fine with resting on his own. He noticed Spyro was a little nervous. He was shaking a little against his pillows.

"Not scared," he pouted. He wanted to grow up already, "Me want to be big," he huffed. He heard thunder and put his head in his pillows as he whined for a few seconds. His head came out and saw his dragonfly friend crossing his arms, "Not afraid."

His friend replied that it was obvious he was scared.

"I'll… fight it," he stubbornly replied as he put his head in his pillows, trying to block out the sound. He didn't want to hear the loud and scary sound, "Not baby."

Sparx didn't press it further. He would just let his friend learn that he wasn't ready to be brave. He rested on his spot, above the youngling. He kept him in his sight. He closed his eyes and felt asleep without any problem. He hoped his friend would sleep soon.

Spyro was still shaking a little. Once he saw a flash of light, he buried himself in the pillows and whined when he heard the thunder once again. He tried to be brave. He didn't want to be scare. He whined as thunder echoed once again.

The storm got worse. The lightning flashed light in the sky and the thunder sound echoed in Dragon Realm.

The young purple dragon shook a little. The loud and scary sound echoed in his house. He pressed his pillows against his head, but it wasn't enough.

His shout came out of the pillows and saw a flash of light. The shadow was scary as he shivered at the strange and unknown form. The form looked like something that was approaching to get him. It was a weird monster in a strange and mysterious shape. The three-year-old dragon shivered as he tried to hide in his pillows. He hid his face with everything he could. Even if he saw nothing, the loud sound made him shivered loudly. He imagined the shadows getting closer and the thing coming out of the shadows.

Eventually, he couldn't handle it any longer. The things behind the shadow or the shadows themselves approached at him. They were coming at him. The little dragon came out of his pillows and jumped out of his bed. He tip-toed outside of his chambers. He tried to avoid them to notice him. He wished they thought he was still in his bed. He gazed at his dragonfly and saw that he was resting peacefully. He hoped that those things wouldn't notice his friend. If he tried to wake him up, the shadowy monsters would rush at him.

He approached the door and froze when lightning strike and the thunder echoed. Spyro trembled as he almost lost his balance. He took a deep breath. He gently pushed the door and walked outside of his chamber. He looked around. The long corridor of the castle. The light that suddenly came when the lightning felt down the sky showed large shadows. He gulped.

"They didn't see me," he whispered. He called all of his courage and walked out of his room.

The small purple dragon continued to tip-toed towards the chamber of one of his dads. He wondered which one he should go. He knew the one. The dad who was always there for him. The one he trusted the most. The strongest of all of his dad… That was close enough from his chamber. After all, his other dads listened to him… Most of the time. The dad above his other dads. He continued to quietly walk towards that chamber.

After a few minutes of walking, stopping, hiding and shivering, he reached the chamber of his dad. He was still shaking as the storm kept releasing its fury. He gulped as he put his paws on the door. He hoped it would open. He didn't want to be locked outside. He gently pressed it. To his joy, the door opened.

Spyro could enter in the chamber of his dad. He walked in there and saw his dad peacefully sleeping on his bed.

Then lightning stroke, the light showed that Nestor was peacefully sleeping despite the scary shadowy monsters around him.

The purple dragon had a small smile. He knew that his dad wasn't afraid by those. He was certain those things were afraid of him. He quickly approached his strong dad and hopped on his bed. He gently pushed his dad with his muzzle, "Dad… Dad?"

The big green dragon grumbled, but didn't wake up.

The little one wondered what to do. He had a little idea.

He jumped on his dad and went on the large chest. He rolled on hit and rubbed his cheek against it. He heard the heartbeat of his father. The sound was smooth and calming. It reminded him of something, but didn't know what. That sound was one he heard often. It felt that way. He quickly felt in a peaceful dream and closed his eyes.

Spyro didn't know, but his dad woke up the moment he hoped on the chest of his dad.

Nestor watched his child sleeping on him. The dad wondered why the youngling was there. The sound of thunder resonated in the realm. The little one shivered in his sleep. The carpenter smiled as he knew why he was there. He moved his arms and held the little one against him. His muscular arms lightly pressed the child against him. He closed his eyes and smiled, "Looks like the storm scared you Spyro," he nuzzled the little one affectionally.

The other adults weren't there and the little one was asleep. It's easier to show more affections when no one was watching.

The little one felt the warm coming from the arms of his dad. His slumber wasn't disturbed by the storm anymore. He felt safe, "Dad," he muttered in his dream.

"Spyro," Nestor whispered to him. He gently said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here for you. I'm here," he closed his eyes as he put his head on his pillow. He made sure that his breathing was slow. His child wasn't shivering anymore when the storm released its fury, "Now and until my dying breath."

The two slept peacefully for the rest of the night. The leader of the Artisan Dragons had a large smile on his face.