I would say my skills have lowered a bit, but that is what I expected, hence the reason for me doing this hole story. So we shall continue on and bring a new character into the game.
I thank my new supporters who are following now...as well as LittleJoey420 and DiabloPProconto for words of inspiration.
Chapter 3... Stranger in a strange place
In a silent and dark room, somewhere in a realm of the unknown, a Silver-blue dragon continues reading a purple covered book. With a smile, having finally found his friend's life story in the giant library, Ignitus begins laughing uncontrollably. It is not just the fact that Spyro is alive, but to see him partying, with no fear of anger, is something the former guardian has never witnessed.
"That a boy Spyro, you deserve to have this time of revelry."
For hours the great dragon watches the one he helped find his way enjoy the festivities of the party, as well as the reception Cynder gets.
"And you, young lady, should be happy. You have made up for every thing."
However, as Spyro begins following his brother's influence, downing shots of hard cider, the elder dragon losses a bit of respect he has for the young adult. But more so for his little brother.
"Sparx, you imbecile, must you always get your brother in trouble?"
The great dragon then laughs, as he reads the next page. The part of history where Spyro helps his elder friend Volteer, who just falls off a roof and landed on Terrador.
"Thank the Ancestors, I left Avalar in their paws." He remarks with a smile, truly wishing he had that kind of opportunity himself.
"I just wish I had the chance to enjoy the festivities with you all." the newest Chronicler remarks with a slight feeling of remorse, wishing he could have had that moment together with his friends. But realizing he has the chance now to watch Spyro and Cynder grow forever, the chronicle keeper understands he has the better deal.
So with a grin, and a feeling of pure joy, Ignitus reads how his friends enjoy the party. Something the many races on Avalar have needed for over two thousand years.
"Enjoy it boys...you've earned this..." he says, however, the next words on the page take his smile away. A message to Spyro while he sleeps.
"Who is that?"
The great Chronicler moves to the next page of his book, hopping to find out how just asked the young hero for help. He is stunned to see a plank page in the dragon chronicles, meaning nothing is wrong around the city of Warfang.
Then suddenly, what happens next makes him realize something is not right.
"Help me Spyro...I need you now, more then ever."
"I don't understand..." the former fire breathing leader says, looking around the room to see if any other book in the library lights up. "...where is this voice coming from."
Ignitus, after checking all the volumes of dragon chronicles, moves to another room. His wonder is increased, as none of the books for Cheetah, Manweresmall, or even Insect are shinning bright.
"Please Spyro."
Ignitus looks around again, feeling the pain of this lost soul himself. But none of the books in this room light up either.
"I will ask him to help you, but I don't know where you are!"
For nearly ten minutes the Silver-blue dragon Chronicler continues looking around the library for any signs of light, which will show him the soul that is experiencing pain.
But nothing happens.
"I now you can hear me, Spyro...I beg you, please help me."
Angered beyond words, Ignitus begins taking all the books down from their places, tearing apart a few of the shelves. But once again, the great dragon finds nothing except outrage.
"I don't understand this...I cannot find you my child. Where are you?"
Nothing happens again for a few minutes, nearly bringing the new Chronicler to tears with his lack of experience. But then Ignitus notices a soft light coming from another room, one he has never stepped a paw inside of yet.
The Silver-blue dragon takes a slow step into the room he has never entered, discovering a series of worlds he knows nothing about.
An enormous green book is the one that gets his attention, as it's last pages are glowing red. With great strength, the Chronicler lifts the larges book in the library, then opens it to reveal a world he has never heard of before.
"Where is Earth?" he says with a questioning voice, but then that voice becomes stunned and concerned.
"There are over one hundred trillion inhabitants...and nearly one hundred million species."
The book of Earth stuns the great dragon, as every living creature on this unknown world has a segment in its history. There are thousands of different birds alone, as well as thousands of fish, and that is just two of the thousands of different species the great dragon sees.
"By the Ancestors..." his voice is filled with stunned disbelief, but he is also impressed with Earth's size and stability. "...what an amazing world."
With the ability to read at incredible speeds, the Chronicler zips through Earth's history and her many forms of life. The dinosaurs are a favorite category for the light blue dragon, seeing a slight resemblance to himself. Then he reads about several other creatures that reminds him of his own world.
"Lions and Tigers and Bears...ooh my...this world is incredible."
Ignitus' smile is irremovable, that is until he reaches the next page of this book, and a species that seems relentless towards the rest.
The humans, who have taken control of this world, decimating it's lives for their own benefits. But like any other world, even his own, the strong is not invincible. A fact he is shown with several pages of human history, where the powerful race were bested by simple insects or strains of diseases.
"These humans are so much like us...strong as can be, but still able to lose there lives to those weaker then them."
As he keeps reading, the special dragon suddenly notices where the unfamiliar voice has come from. A small spot on the planet's western continent lights up, and once again the voice is heard begging.
"I am lost within myself. Please, I need your help...along with the people who love you, to find my way back."
With his abilities as the new Chronicler, Ignitus taps on the page, zooming in on a place called New Jersey. He quickly finds the single entity that is asking for help, but has no clue what he can do about it.
"I am hear my child..." he says, and is stunned to see a response by the human being. "...what is it you need from Spyro?"
Laying on a small bed in my room of a nursing home, I became confused to hear something I could not believe.
"Ignitus?" I asked with total shock, recognizing the voice. "But how is that even possible? He is not real, nor is Spyro, at least except in a game I once played."
I awoke in my room to find the voice I heard is not who I thought. It was just the nurse who take my blood every week for testing. It was odd to say the least, knowing what I heard was just my imagination, as it felt so real. However, as the young lady takes my temp, and checked my pulse, smiling and speaking of good numbers, I realized it was part of a dream.
I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep for another hour or two, or until my disgusting breakfast arrives. However, as I begin fading into a deep slumber, I hear the voice again.
"I hear you, but I don't see you"
My eyes quickly open once more
"What the hell. How can that be possible?" I looked around my room and saw no one, but I know by the voice. "That was Ignitus, from Spyro the Dragon...a friggen video game." I look around the room once more, making sure nobody was there, coming to the only conclusion I could.
"Those drugs she gave me must be to blame."
My thoughts were all over the place, knowing how the red dragon is only in a video game I played, or a character I would write in a few stories. I truly felt that I heard something, like all those words of encouragement I would get from fanfiction, from those who enjoyed the stories I told.
It just seemed so real.
"But how can that be possibly?"
For a while I sat in my bed wondering if years of smoking weed had finally taken its tool on me, but not having buffed any in five months ended that thought.
"It must have been a dream."
I went on with my day thinking of nothing more than that dream, and how it would be incredibly if Spyro did come to Earth. I now that sounds odd for a person my age, but after what happened to me, a good dream would be better then the nightmare I am living.
In the realm of the unknown, Ignitus begins looking for options. He knows he cannot send Spyro to Earth, nor can this Earthling be transported to Avalar. And even if he did, what would a dragon be able to do to cure a stroke victim.
The former fire breather reads more about this human being, wondering how he even knows of Spyro.
"What in the name of the Ancestors is a video game."
The silver-blue dragon continues to read about a species he knows nothing about, and a man named John who has been writing about his friends. He looks up the games with Spyro's name and is startled to see the purple dragon in three different forms.
"How do they even know about us?" the great dragon questions, reading he and his friend's names in the book of a different word. However, this becomes a question for a another day, realizing his first duty is to help a lost soul. The silver-blue guardian knows what must be done, and for a moment, a smug smile fills his face.
"Well, I may not be able to get to you my friend..." Ignitus turns to the dragon section of the large library, knowing there is someone he can bring. One he has missed greatly.
"...and I can't wait to see him."
Meanwhile, just outside the city limits of Warfang, Spyro, Cynder and Sparx are hovering a thousand feet in the air, deciding which way they should proceed.
"What do you think, big brother..." Sparx asks, locking towards the south, and the direction of their other home. "...should we let mom and dad know where going on another quest?"
Having no idea where the voice came from, Spyro decides the leader of the group should pick. To Sparx's dismay, his brother then turns to Cynder, allowing the black dragoness to make her first decision as his leader.
"Well Cynder...which way do we go?"
She smiles, then gives Sparx a smug, shit eating grin, that annoys the small dragonfly further. However, Cynder knows how to keep the peace with the small insect, almost better than his brother.
"I agree with Sparx...lets head south first. It would be nice to see mom and dad, and tell them the good news."
Sparx smiles hearing his choice picked by the mighty and powerful Cynder, though the last part of her statement nearly makes him fall from the sky.
"What do you mean your mom and dad?" he barks with shock, getting face to face with the smug smiling dragoness.
"WHAT GOOD NEWS?"
His anger for Cynder leaves the second his big brother answers.
"We made our vows to the Ancestors, Sparx...Cynder and I are married now."
The tiny yellow dragonfly gently rubs his new sister nose, and shows her the first smile he has ever given Cynder. He then moves to his brother's nose, the smile no longer on his face.
"Let me get this straight. You... and Cynder... got married?"
Spyro offers a small smile, knowing his brother would be upset at such news. However, it is not for the reason he believed.
"Sorry little brother. I truly love her..." he says with compassion, as he looks at the one he has sworn his undying love to. His eyes then focus on the other one he loves without exception. "...and I knew that you would understand if I..."
Without warning, the small dragonfly punches his brother in the nose as hard as he can.
"YOU GOT MARRIED AND I WASN'T THERE?"
The angry dragonfly cannot believe what he just heard, but what he cannot believe even further is that he literally knocks Spyro out cold.
"Sparx? Are you crazy?" Cynder barks with anger, then chases after her falling husband before he hits the ground.
The small insect, with complete shock, looks down and thankfully watches Cynder catch his brother before he hits the ground. He then looks at his hand, wondering who the hell he just knocked a dragon, of his brother's size and strength, out cold.
He heads down to the ground when Cynder gently holds her husband, his eyes still closed tightly.
"What did you do to him?"
After a few moments the purple dragon opens his eyes and grasps his nose.
"Oow! Damn Sparx, when did you get that strong?" Spyro grumbles, but then he opens his eyes and notices he is no longer on Avalar. However, he quickly knows were he is, and looks around for the entrance of the catacombs he remembers from three years earlier.
The purple dragon runs toward the large building, knowing there must be a problem on his word, or he would never be hear. And though he is worried, the young adult is also happy to see the one who helped him rescue his world.
But he is not ready for the shock of his life, as the dragon he truly misses is standing before him now.
"Ignitus?"
With a wide smile, the large silver-blue dragon walks up to his friend, who is unable to move an inch.
"Hello young dragon...I am so happy to see you again."
The new Chronicler waits for a reply, but Spyro is in such shock that he cannot speak. So the hero of Avalar does what he is more compelled to do, and embraces the only other one he feels a fatherly bond with.
"By the Ancestors, Ignitus...I have missed you so much."
Feeling the same way, the large silver-blue dragon's arms wrap around the hero of Avalar. Never having his own children, Ignitus holds Spyro as if he was his son.
"I have missed you too Spyro, and I am so proud of you."
For several minutes the two dragons remain together, not wanting this moment of pure affection to end. But Ignitus knows he cannot keep Spyro here for long, setting the purple dragon's paws down and releasing him.
"I would love nothing more then for you to stay young dragon, but that is not your destiny." A smile fills the Chronicler's face, as he knows Spyro and Cynder have taken a vow to be together forever. But, having the ability to gaze upon the future, another piece of exceptional news, that he will not tell him, forces Ignitus to send Spyro home.
"I have asked you hear today, Spyro, because I heard a voice filled with pain and despair."
The purple dragon shows no shock in this message, proving to the Chronicler that Spyro knows already.
"So did I..." he says, showing the concern any hero would real. "...but I don't know where it came from. Can you tell me?"
Understand the position is a place that is imposable for Spyro to reach, the Chronicler remains silent for a moment. He looks back to the room where the Earthling's book lays open, recalling what it had said about John the human being.
"Wait a minute. He writes stories about him..." he things, then returns his eyes to Spyro and smiles. "...maybe he should make another."
"To tell you the truth Spyro, I am unsure of where this voice came from, and was hopping you and your friends could find him."
The purple dragon gives his old friend and master a look of uncertainty, as this task would be monumental.
"Of course...I will try. But Avalar is a large world Ignitus, it will take weeks, maybe even months to find out where he is."
With a small grin, knowing that is exactly what is needed, the Chronicler puts the first part of this plan in motion.
"I now you will do what must be done, and help the one who needs you."
Without another word, Spyro's eyes close, and he disappears from the realm of time.
"Good luck my you friend...I will enjoy reading about your new adventure."
Back on Avalar, Cynder embraces he love, holding him tightly, unwilling to let him go. She is lost in emotional strife, as her husband will not open his eyes, but yet has not given up as Spyro still breaths.
"I can't believe you did that Sparx."
The small yellow dragonfly, hovering over his brother's head, cannot understand neither. He has popped his brother in the nose before, but never has the much larger Spyro ever been knocked out. In fact, the last time he punched his brother in the nose, Sparx nearly broke his own hand.
"I can't believe I did that either."
Spyro then awakens to see his wife holding him tightly, several tears coming from her eyes.
"Cynder?" he says, but cannot say another word as she smothers his lips with her own, kissing the purple dragon until he has no choice but to pull her away for a breath of air. However, she does not let him go, embracing her love as much as she can.
"Are you okay Spyro? Sparx asks with concern, and the happy dragon give his brother a smug look.
"I never felt better, bro..." he replies, as Cynder continues to show an undying love to his neck and side of his face. The black dragoness then returns he love to the front of Spyro's face, smooching him several more times before she tabs her nose against his.
"OWW!"
The purple dragon then stares at Sparx with a look he has not seen since tying his tail to a wall.
"Except for my nose...which hurt like hell for some reason."
Well now, my cry has bin heard...and not just by Ignitus. Several of you have heard the cry as well, and have begun the healing process. I will continue to write and spell, and you will continue to tell me what I did wrong as well as influence the story I make.
So Spyro will need to find a problem on Avalar, and that becomes my first issue...what shall it be.
Meanwhile, you guys get the tough part of finding mistakes I make, then telling me about them.
HA HA...and you all thought I had the hard part of this story.