Author's Note: ~ "Oi...I finally dragged my sorry arse from the shadows of
my room to continue this. Sorry for the wait, it was my birthday, and then
things came up...But I'm back now!" *Audience cheers and/or moans* ~
DragonFire and Destiny~Chapter 5-Bad News
Raising her eyes upwards, Elora saw something she feared she would never see again: Spyro was arriving on golden wings, smiling and waving. She watched with baited breath as he fluttered before her, landing, not quite naturally, on his hind feet. He now stood almost eye-to-eye in front of her, yet still a little shorter.
"...Hey, El..." Spyro said weakly, feeling very stupid. Here she was, after all this time, right in front of him and the only thing he could say is 'Hey, El'. Needless to say, he thought his quest for companionship would end up just like his height: quite short.
"...Hi, Spyro!" She could only grin. He couldn't actually be here in front of her. But who else could make rosy patches appear on her cheeks so easily. After many months of waiting her dream had come true.
How long they had just stood there was a mystery to both, and the very fact that the dragon was standing at all was as shocking as Moneybags singing to a Karaoke Machine, though not as painful to witness. Speaking of Moneybags...
The faint click of a camera could be heard among the trees. Spyro and Elora, lost in their own thoughts of each other, heard nothing as the greedy bear stuffed the used film into his pocket, muttering happily to himself in the Haiku dialect that was permanently etched into his brain after months of living in Spooky Swamp.
"Keep staring, you two. The longer you both dream there, The more pics I get.
With my crafty wits And PhotoShop 6.0 (Pronounced Six-Point-Oh) You are more than friends."
Grinning and clicking, the evil, black-mailing Moneybags prepared to exploit the dragon and faun's moment of personal affections. 'After altering the photos on his laptop,' he thought, 'I shall sell these bad babies to Avalarites (Avalarians? Avalians?), and maybe even to a potentially dangerous stalker! (That scumbag!)'
Oblivious to their dangerous (sort of) position, the young creatures finally unlatched their closed throats and became fountains: spilling words with no real thought on conversation, but only speaking for the sake of it.
"I've been waiting for you for so-"
"-So sorry for being late, I've just been-"
"-Been here for months!"
"...Months? It was THAT long?"
"Yes! And your legs!"
"Legs?"
"You're STANDING on them! On two of them, anyway!"
"SPYRO!!!"
Both creatures looked up. Hunter stumbled as he sped towards them, falling flat on his sweat-soaked face. They both called his name at the same time, both rushing to his aid. His breath was ragged, but he managed to sit up.
"Spyro...In Zephyr...Bianca...Oh Bianca!!"
Elora used her soft, calming voice to comfort him, patting his rough, burning feet gently. "Hunter, slow down, ok? Start over, what happened?"
Seeing his friend in such stress, Spyro ran to the pool to fetch some water for Hunter.
The cheetah took some breaths and looked up at her. "Well, Bianca and I were in Zephyr when I sprained an ankle. She whipped out her spell book and fixed me up, but as she was looking for that particular charm, she passed a chapter she hadn't seen before.
"After I was healed, she turned back to that chapter and found some powerful spells, like the kinds that the Sorceress would use, y'know. And..." He paused, sipping the water Spyro had brought, becoming even more upset by the second. "...Well, she was looking at the spells and all, and her eyes..." He choked, staring at his feet. "...They changed. She wasn't the same. She started chanting and the book kinda 'sploded in all this white light. It took this form, but I dunno what it was. It wasn't solid, just light. So I'm wondering if it wasn't a good thing, being LIGHT and all, when Bi wakes up from her trance and realizes what she did. Apparently, it was some sort of evil thing that she had released and it sucked out her magic energy..."
Spyro and Elora exchanged glances, then looked back at a distraught Hunter. He continued.
"So I says 'We gotta tell Spyro, he'll know what to do!'. And we ran for a good while, but Bianca got tired, so I had to leave her..."
"Uh, Hunter, I hate to interrupt but Zephyr isn't THAT big..."
Hunter gave Spyro an irritated look. "You've only seen a very small part of it. The point is that there's something loose in Avalar, and I had to leave Bianca behind in Zephyr so I could tell you!! Now, come on!! We have to get to her! She'll tell you the details! We're running out of time!"
Author's Note: ~ "Ah, writer's block is a bad thing, especially when you're basically making it all up as you go along...Eh heh...Stay tuned for the next (And maybe last) episode of D&D!"~
DragonFire and Destiny~Chapter 5-Bad News
Raising her eyes upwards, Elora saw something she feared she would never see again: Spyro was arriving on golden wings, smiling and waving. She watched with baited breath as he fluttered before her, landing, not quite naturally, on his hind feet. He now stood almost eye-to-eye in front of her, yet still a little shorter.
"...Hey, El..." Spyro said weakly, feeling very stupid. Here she was, after all this time, right in front of him and the only thing he could say is 'Hey, El'. Needless to say, he thought his quest for companionship would end up just like his height: quite short.
"...Hi, Spyro!" She could only grin. He couldn't actually be here in front of her. But who else could make rosy patches appear on her cheeks so easily. After many months of waiting her dream had come true.
How long they had just stood there was a mystery to both, and the very fact that the dragon was standing at all was as shocking as Moneybags singing to a Karaoke Machine, though not as painful to witness. Speaking of Moneybags...
The faint click of a camera could be heard among the trees. Spyro and Elora, lost in their own thoughts of each other, heard nothing as the greedy bear stuffed the used film into his pocket, muttering happily to himself in the Haiku dialect that was permanently etched into his brain after months of living in Spooky Swamp.
"Keep staring, you two. The longer you both dream there, The more pics I get.
With my crafty wits And PhotoShop 6.0 (Pronounced Six-Point-Oh) You are more than friends."
Grinning and clicking, the evil, black-mailing Moneybags prepared to exploit the dragon and faun's moment of personal affections. 'After altering the photos on his laptop,' he thought, 'I shall sell these bad babies to Avalarites (Avalarians? Avalians?), and maybe even to a potentially dangerous stalker! (That scumbag!)'
Oblivious to their dangerous (sort of) position, the young creatures finally unlatched their closed throats and became fountains: spilling words with no real thought on conversation, but only speaking for the sake of it.
"I've been waiting for you for so-"
"-So sorry for being late, I've just been-"
"-Been here for months!"
"...Months? It was THAT long?"
"Yes! And your legs!"
"Legs?"
"You're STANDING on them! On two of them, anyway!"
"SPYRO!!!"
Both creatures looked up. Hunter stumbled as he sped towards them, falling flat on his sweat-soaked face. They both called his name at the same time, both rushing to his aid. His breath was ragged, but he managed to sit up.
"Spyro...In Zephyr...Bianca...Oh Bianca!!"
Elora used her soft, calming voice to comfort him, patting his rough, burning feet gently. "Hunter, slow down, ok? Start over, what happened?"
Seeing his friend in such stress, Spyro ran to the pool to fetch some water for Hunter.
The cheetah took some breaths and looked up at her. "Well, Bianca and I were in Zephyr when I sprained an ankle. She whipped out her spell book and fixed me up, but as she was looking for that particular charm, she passed a chapter she hadn't seen before.
"After I was healed, she turned back to that chapter and found some powerful spells, like the kinds that the Sorceress would use, y'know. And..." He paused, sipping the water Spyro had brought, becoming even more upset by the second. "...Well, she was looking at the spells and all, and her eyes..." He choked, staring at his feet. "...They changed. She wasn't the same. She started chanting and the book kinda 'sploded in all this white light. It took this form, but I dunno what it was. It wasn't solid, just light. So I'm wondering if it wasn't a good thing, being LIGHT and all, when Bi wakes up from her trance and realizes what she did. Apparently, it was some sort of evil thing that she had released and it sucked out her magic energy..."
Spyro and Elora exchanged glances, then looked back at a distraught Hunter. He continued.
"So I says 'We gotta tell Spyro, he'll know what to do!'. And we ran for a good while, but Bianca got tired, so I had to leave her..."
"Uh, Hunter, I hate to interrupt but Zephyr isn't THAT big..."
Hunter gave Spyro an irritated look. "You've only seen a very small part of it. The point is that there's something loose in Avalar, and I had to leave Bianca behind in Zephyr so I could tell you!! Now, come on!! We have to get to her! She'll tell you the details! We're running out of time!"
Author's Note: ~ "Ah, writer's block is a bad thing, especially when you're basically making it all up as you go along...Eh heh...Stay tuned for the next (And maybe last) episode of D&D!"~