Chapter 4

Putting the pieces together
Spyro



Sparx was very humble, (you could tell by the sound of his buzz), and he would invite you into his house for a bite immediatly. That is, if I ate butterflies, and if he had a house. His bluish tint was gaining a green side to it. "You're turning green, you'd better get something to eat..." I said. "Oh. So I am..." he responded. I supposed he was worried about me, he never even thought about it. "It's really cold out here, would you like to come to my house for dinner? We could use the company because of what's happened..." Sparx's face twisted into a smile, and he flew downwards then upwards, his form of bowing and said, "I would be obliged. So... When do we eat!?!?" he inquired.

On the way back to my house we passed a toad that I picked up and stuck it in my trench coat pocket for Sparx later on... Sparx interupted out walk by saying something, "I've noticed that you seem to be taking this very well considering your mother just died." "Yeah well, I guess I'm just not really pouring my emotions right now. But you have no idea how physically and mentally painful this is." We continued our walk and made it to my house, where I came back into the livingroom where Ignis was sitting in the same spot he'd been in when I lfet, same position, nothing had been moved, It was over an hour since I'd left, and he hadn't moved an inch. He seemed to have forgotten I was gone as well... He looked surprized to see me. "oh! you're back. Hello Sparx. Long time no see..." Sparx replied differently, "Ignis, I'm so sorry about what happened." My father wasn't the sentimental type, even though he was probably feeling more pain than me. "This is going to jump-start my mid-life crisis" he said jok
ingly, but there was a break in his voice between start and my. He looked like he was about to cry. I wondered why I didn't cry much. I just kind of ast there, almost looking angry. I wonder what sets me off from most people. There's no use in worrying over a death, is there? I mean, it happened, you have to move on, no matter how bad you feel... Right? I always figure that if someone's died, then you might as well suck it up and move on. But I felt worse every day, and I don't think I can hold it in any longer. Ignis interrupted my train of thought, "well, I really don't know what step to take next. Insurance has practically secured us financially for the rest of our lives, plus my job, all that leads to a good life. But I just don't think it will ever be the same without Atla." I sensed a spark in the center of my mind. That name triggered the worse feeling compressed deep down in my soul. Tears came to my eyes. I had to do something. "Dad, can Sprx spend the night?!" I blurted out. I thou
ght that dad would immediatly dismiss it, wondering how I could think of a thing like that during my mother's death. But I guess he figured that it my distraction from these bad things happening. "sure, I... guess. as long as it's ok with Sparx then it"-"I'd be delighted!" Sparx broke him off.


That night, Ignis cooked his first meal. It was surprisingly good. He had the supervision of a few of the old women across the street. But all in all, he did it, and I was pleased with it. Sparx just had the butterfly I'd gotten him, but Dad, inticed by his discovery of his coking talents, kicked it up a notch. He saute`ed the butterfly with spices of all sort. Sparx had never enjoyed a single butterfly so much. We finished dinner and went to my room. Sparx, who had been flying al this time, reasted on a pile of clothes in the dirty luandry basket(it was full, even though I rarely wear clothes, usually only in the rain.) We started talking but strangely, the only thing I could tlak about was my mom. The subject jumped around here and there, and finally landed on the fact that I was avoiding this sort of thing, denying it, in hopes that I could shun it out. "you know what Sparx? You're right. I'm going to the WTC myself and I'm gonna figure out what has happened, and why it happened. I'm not goi
ng to let my mothers death just slip right on by." I said declaringly. Sparx smiled a big smile and buzzed "that's the spirit! Hope your father let's us go though..." "well, whether he does or not, we need to get some sleep, it's getting late, and I need just one period of time where I'm no constantly thinking about my mom..." I said. But Sparx answered "you never know what you'll dream about..." I threw a pillow at him, but he doged it and laughed. I laughed, but then avoided a rogue sock he threw at me. But he could pick up something larger. He picked up one of those little head pillows, not as dangerous, but he's smaller and more agile, and when we engaged in a combat, he gained more hits. I was brought to the ground, laughing. Then suddenly I stopped, thinking How could I do a thing like this?!?!?! My mother just died! Sparx sensed my sudden change of attitude and asked me "What's wrong?" "How can we do this when my mom just died?" I asked. He said "you're mind is searching for something to get your mind off of it, don't worry, it's normal... Maybe you should get some sleep. If your dad let's you go, you're gonna have a big day tomorrow!" he said, tossing me my pillow, which was hard because it was way too big for him. "You're right. Let's go to bed." I fell aslep quickly.