Chapter 11

Another short one…

            Now where is she? Devlin asked himself.

            Devlin was looking for Charisma, as usual. She'd better not be where I think she is, he thought angrily.

            He looked toward the gate Spyro and Charisma had gone through. The gate was ajar. Either others had gone through, or those two had.

            Tendrils of smoke were rising from his nose and a look of rage flamed into his eyes. SPYRO!!!!!!!!!!! (he's mad doncha think? O.o;)

            He charged across the field and headed toward the gate. Rex, Brutus, and Ripto were nearly run over as he swiftly passed them.

            "Whoa!" Brutus said. "Where's the fire?"

            "I think the fire is in Devlin," Ripto said.

            "Let's follow him!" Rex exclaimed and raced after Devlin.

            "My, it's so peaceful out here," Charisma told Spyro softly. "You, me, and just the others out here."

            They were lying by the shores of the lake with Charisma's head resting on Spyro's shoulder. She gave a sigh of content. "I wish this could last forever." (awww…gag)

            "It could once this is over," Spyro answered.

            "Are you going home after this," Charisma asked him.

            "It's a tough decision," he answered her. "You here, my family in the Artisan World. I don't really know right now."

            "You have some time to think about it," Charisma told him. "You decide from your heart."

            "I wonder how Sparx is doing," Spyro asked himself.

            "You needn't wonder anymore," an evil voice said behind him.

            Startled, they turned around to see poor Sparx in Ripto's hand struggling desperately to get free.

            "Devlin!" they cried together. They immediately stood up, and Spyro moved in front of Charisma to protect her. A look of rage came about his face as he breathed tendrils of smoke. (uh…oh…trouble .)

            "PUT HIM DOWN!" he roared. By this time, Sparx was weakening. (no one messes with Sparx and comes unharmed in other words .)

            A sense of evil came about the place. All the other couples ran into the other field screaming.

            "We'll let him go," Devlin said slyly, "if Charisma comes with me." A sinister grin came about his face.

            A look of apprehension came across Charisma's face, then sadness. Spyro, knowing there was nothing he could do, lowered his head and walked slowly beside her.

            "I'll go," Charisma said softly, tears brimming her eyes.

            Devlin grinned. "I knew you would say that." He turned to the others. "Release the prisoner."

            Ripto dropped Sparx to the ground. Sparx struggled to get up. Spyro hurried to him.

            "You okay, buddy?" Spyro asked worriedly.

            "Well," Devlin said, "Mr. Tough Guy can be sensitive. I guess he's just a baby after all!" Rex, Ripto, Brutus, and Devlin laughed at this.

            "THAT'S ENOUGH!" Spyro roared as he charged into an unsuspecting Devlin. (You go Spyro O)

            "Grab him!" Rex ordered as he checked on a moaning Devlin. They tried to get him, but Spyro was just getting warmed up.

            "Catch me if you can!" he cried as he picked up Sparx with his nose. "Wake up buddy!" he whispered.

            They had a merry chase, but Spyro was always one step ahead of them.

            "Come on, Spyro!" Charisma cheered.

            A puff of smoke appeared behind her. She turned around and saw an enormous dragon looming above her.

            "AAHHHH!" she screamed as it grabbed her.

            "You're coming with ussssssss!" it hissed.

            Melvelle!  she thought frightened. (I still don't like that name…oh well .;)

            Spyro turned to look. "Let her go!" he bellowed.

            "Why sssshould I?" the dragon hissed.

            "I'll go," Spyro said defeated.

            It grinned and placed a terrified Charisma down. By that time, all the party guests had come by. Donna had fled back to the Artisan World. (what a chicken -.-)

            "We'll first place this dragon in the dungeon," Rex told the others.

            They went inside and went down a long hallway. Spyro had a metal manacle around his neck and he had his head lowered. Sparx had finally regained conscience and hid in Spyro's mane. The fall had broken the clay so he was now his yellow color, the same color as Spyro's mane.

            Charisma was walking beside Devlin, a sad and forlorn look on her face. I have failed you, Mom and Dad. I'm the cause of this. Now Spyro is caught and there's no hope of the returning of Mystic Shadows.

            They had finally reached the dungeon and Spyro slowly walked in. The guards slammed the door behind him.

            "Hope you have a nice stay," Devlin said, then walked away laughing.