CHAPTER 3:
THE PAINFUL REALIZATION
Spyro
BY the way... this is chapter three and four fused together koz 3 was very short, so I put them together. also, the song by Linkin Park belongs to Linking Park, and only to Linkin Park, not to me. I am gaining no money off of this, so please don't sue me...
I woke up on the floor of the classroom with kids all around me, the surrounding desks pushed away. I opened both my eyes all the way to see Mr. Allfire looking at me. "he'll be alright" He pulled a large serenge out of his breefcase. "Mr. Allfire, no! I'M..." I cleared my throat so that I wouldn't sound so freaked out... "I'm, quite allright... We won't be needing that..." He put it back and said"if that's the way you want it..." Most of the kids had already left to go home... I couldn't think about going home. Just the fact that my mother could be dead. I might go home and never see her again. A younger one came in the door and said, "Hey you! I hear you're mom works at the WTC... is she dead? huh? is she!?" he asked stupidly. I swiped at him with my claw. I felt like shunning myself form the world forever in a tny shell and never coming out. I just shut my eyes. Hydral spoke up after a while. "don't worry man, she'll be ok. She's probably at home wondering where you are. You should go home..." "he's right", said Mr. Allfire, "you should go home and check with your father." I replied "I guess you're right...". I took about three minutes to just sit and clear my head. I got up, and slowly trudged out the door, I was the last to leave... I made my way home slowly, going through town again, in hopes of cheering myself up. The sweets shop was closed, the blind dragon was gone. The streets were deserted, it felt as though my mother, and everyone else in the worlds were gone forever. "Stop it" I said outloud, "you've gotta stop thinking like that. Atla's probably home right now talking to dad about what happened..." I said trying to console myself as I slowly trodded home. After a long period of time I came up to my house, but I didn't get anywhere near the door when my father came rushing out to me. He hugged me and just held on with a tight grip, not letting go. "it's ok dad, I'm here..." I said, trying to break free from the death grip hug he had me in. He was crying. I'd never seen him cry before. "it's not that son. Spyro, your mother's dead."
We'd sat for a few minutes in the cold just standing motionless out of fear that we'd lose each other if we let go. Finally Ignis said "come on, let's go inside where it's warm..." Inside we sat down in the living room and just sat quietly, thinking to ourselves about what has happened. Trying to piece together this great group of information that has hit us head-on like a brick wall. It seemed like aeons, but it was probably just a half an hour, when my father couldn't take the silence anymore. He turned on the news for a distraction, but all we got was a reminder. "and as you look over to the left region you can see even more dead bodies of these poor innocent dragons murdered for no reason at all... Studies report that there were four dragons playing terrorist with sparkler bombs. We cannot be sure if this is true, but it's just what has been told so far. The number dead has been estim-" my father cut it off again. "Dad. what's a sparkler bomb?" "It's, um... well. Do you remember fireworks day?" he asked. "of course, we have it every year..." I said. he replied. "well, do ou remember those sparkler sticks that you always loved playing with? the tips of those burn at 1,800 F, now take that burning material and compact it into a softball sized sphere, then give it a flame, and you've got one hell of a fireworks show, but it's extremely dangerous, and can do some serious damage. It's what caused all of this..." he said. I had another question. "why would someone do a thing like bomb the worlds trading center?" "Some dragons have some mental disorder or are extremely angry and stressed out. To do something like this, you have to be both...: he said. I lowered my head, "oh...". Silence fell upon us again, uneasey and almost painful. I got up and went to my room. Once inside I said at my desk and began to lean back, trying to remember the fondest memories of Atla that I'd ever had. Strangely, a song, or a poem escaped my lips,and I'd never heard of it though. It was strange, but it was a bit compliant with what was happening to me.
I tried so hard,
and got so far,
but in the end,
it doesn't even matter.
I had to fall to l-
and Suddenly I did fall. I was leaning too far back in my chair and I fell over, knocking all of my papers up into the air around me room, where the fluttered down like snow around me. One paper fell on my face. It was the picture I'd done this morning... I finally decided to go to Sparx's house and try to distract myself from what's been happening. I stuck the picture in my trenchcoat pocket, put my trench coat on, got permission to leave from my dad, and then began to walk toward Sparx's pond. It was getting dark already. I decided that I should try and get distractions from now on, because the pain was so great, it felt like I couldn't take it alone.
THE PAINFUL REALIZATION
Spyro
BY the way... this is chapter three and four fused together koz 3 was very short, so I put them together. also, the song by Linkin Park belongs to Linking Park, and only to Linkin Park, not to me. I am gaining no money off of this, so please don't sue me...
I woke up on the floor of the classroom with kids all around me, the surrounding desks pushed away. I opened both my eyes all the way to see Mr. Allfire looking at me. "he'll be alright" He pulled a large serenge out of his breefcase. "Mr. Allfire, no! I'M..." I cleared my throat so that I wouldn't sound so freaked out... "I'm, quite allright... We won't be needing that..." He put it back and said"if that's the way you want it..." Most of the kids had already left to go home... I couldn't think about going home. Just the fact that my mother could be dead. I might go home and never see her again. A younger one came in the door and said, "Hey you! I hear you're mom works at the WTC... is she dead? huh? is she!?" he asked stupidly. I swiped at him with my claw. I felt like shunning myself form the world forever in a tny shell and never coming out. I just shut my eyes. Hydral spoke up after a while. "don't worry man, she'll be ok. She's probably at home wondering where you are. You should go home..." "he's right", said Mr. Allfire, "you should go home and check with your father." I replied "I guess you're right...". I took about three minutes to just sit and clear my head. I got up, and slowly trudged out the door, I was the last to leave... I made my way home slowly, going through town again, in hopes of cheering myself up. The sweets shop was closed, the blind dragon was gone. The streets were deserted, it felt as though my mother, and everyone else in the worlds were gone forever. "Stop it" I said outloud, "you've gotta stop thinking like that. Atla's probably home right now talking to dad about what happened..." I said trying to console myself as I slowly trodded home. After a long period of time I came up to my house, but I didn't get anywhere near the door when my father came rushing out to me. He hugged me and just held on with a tight grip, not letting go. "it's ok dad, I'm here..." I said, trying to break free from the death grip hug he had me in. He was crying. I'd never seen him cry before. "it's not that son. Spyro, your mother's dead."
We'd sat for a few minutes in the cold just standing motionless out of fear that we'd lose each other if we let go. Finally Ignis said "come on, let's go inside where it's warm..." Inside we sat down in the living room and just sat quietly, thinking to ourselves about what has happened. Trying to piece together this great group of information that has hit us head-on like a brick wall. It seemed like aeons, but it was probably just a half an hour, when my father couldn't take the silence anymore. He turned on the news for a distraction, but all we got was a reminder. "and as you look over to the left region you can see even more dead bodies of these poor innocent dragons murdered for no reason at all... Studies report that there were four dragons playing terrorist with sparkler bombs. We cannot be sure if this is true, but it's just what has been told so far. The number dead has been estim-" my father cut it off again. "Dad. what's a sparkler bomb?" "It's, um... well. Do you remember fireworks day?" he asked. "of course, we have it every year..." I said. he replied. "well, do ou remember those sparkler sticks that you always loved playing with? the tips of those burn at 1,800 F, now take that burning material and compact it into a softball sized sphere, then give it a flame, and you've got one hell of a fireworks show, but it's extremely dangerous, and can do some serious damage. It's what caused all of this..." he said. I had another question. "why would someone do a thing like bomb the worlds trading center?" "Some dragons have some mental disorder or are extremely angry and stressed out. To do something like this, you have to be both...: he said. I lowered my head, "oh...". Silence fell upon us again, uneasey and almost painful. I got up and went to my room. Once inside I said at my desk and began to lean back, trying to remember the fondest memories of Atla that I'd ever had. Strangely, a song, or a poem escaped my lips,and I'd never heard of it though. It was strange, but it was a bit compliant with what was happening to me.
I tried so hard,
and got so far,
but in the end,
it doesn't even matter.
I had to fall to l-
and Suddenly I did fall. I was leaning too far back in my chair and I fell over, knocking all of my papers up into the air around me room, where the fluttered down like snow around me. One paper fell on my face. It was the picture I'd done this morning... I finally decided to go to Sparx's house and try to distract myself from what's been happening. I stuck the picture in my trenchcoat pocket, put my trench coat on, got permission to leave from my dad, and then began to walk toward Sparx's pond. It was getting dark already. I decided that I should try and get distractions from now on, because the pain was so great, it felt like I couldn't take it alone.
