Spyro and the Iron Gates of the Fairy Realm
Chapter I - Very Strange Weather
Spyro lay on his back, looking up at the clouds. It was a lovely day, with a turquoise sky and fluffy white clouds. It was a perfectly ordinary day and Spyro was happy to have some time to himself to chill out after his last adventure. Sparx, Spyro's dragonfly friend, was resting in the shade of a tree but Spyro was enjoying the sun which shone upon his golden belly. He closed his eyes and was soon snoozing under the sun, dreaming about swimming in a clear blue lake with juicy fruits bobbing about on the surface for whenever he felt hungry. It was pure bliss. But then the dream stopped all of a sudden as Spyro opened his eyes to see raindrops falling towards him. He frowned up at the dark clouds that covered the once bright sun. It was odd for the weather to change suddenly like this. A large drop fell on Spyro's nose and soon the sky was full of falling rain. Spyro ran for the cover of the stone gateway that led into the courtyard of one of the majestic old castles in the dragon realm. He squinted his eyes against the water as he quickly made his way to the castle, slipping as he went. He dashed through the courtyard and escaped the downpour by scampering into the warmth and dryness of the long corridors of one of the many castles and ruins in the dragon realm. He was trotting along towards the common rooms when Sparx came flying up to him. "I've been looking for you, Spyro! You just dashed off when the rains came! I was left in the tree!" cried Sparx, with a slightly disgruntled, yet hurt, look on his golden face. "Sorry Sparx, but that rain was coming down pretty heavy. I've never seen anything like it, not even in other lands." Spyro looked out of the nearest window, expecting to see the dark, cloudy sky outside and the air thick with raindrops but what he saw instead made him yell out loud. "Woah! What on earth's happening to this place?!" Sparx frowned as he peered out over Spyro's shoulder to look outside. The weather was amazing. Falling from the sky was not rain, but snow. Millions and millions of large snowflakes were tumbling through the sky; already, a thick, fluffy white carpet was resting on the ground. "Hmmmm..." murmured Sparx thoughtfully, " I'm not quite sure, Spyro. but we'd better go ask the elders, they'll know what's going on." "OK," answered Spyro, "I guess they'll probably have some sort've idea about it. And we need to find out what's happening. Something's not right..."
Spyro lay on his back, looking up at the clouds. It was a lovely day, with a turquoise sky and fluffy white clouds. It was a perfectly ordinary day and Spyro was happy to have some time to himself to chill out after his last adventure. Sparx, Spyro's dragonfly friend, was resting in the shade of a tree but Spyro was enjoying the sun which shone upon his golden belly. He closed his eyes and was soon snoozing under the sun, dreaming about swimming in a clear blue lake with juicy fruits bobbing about on the surface for whenever he felt hungry. It was pure bliss. But then the dream stopped all of a sudden as Spyro opened his eyes to see raindrops falling towards him. He frowned up at the dark clouds that covered the once bright sun. It was odd for the weather to change suddenly like this. A large drop fell on Spyro's nose and soon the sky was full of falling rain. Spyro ran for the cover of the stone gateway that led into the courtyard of one of the majestic old castles in the dragon realm. He squinted his eyes against the water as he quickly made his way to the castle, slipping as he went. He dashed through the courtyard and escaped the downpour by scampering into the warmth and dryness of the long corridors of one of the many castles and ruins in the dragon realm. He was trotting along towards the common rooms when Sparx came flying up to him. "I've been looking for you, Spyro! You just dashed off when the rains came! I was left in the tree!" cried Sparx, with a slightly disgruntled, yet hurt, look on his golden face. "Sorry Sparx, but that rain was coming down pretty heavy. I've never seen anything like it, not even in other lands." Spyro looked out of the nearest window, expecting to see the dark, cloudy sky outside and the air thick with raindrops but what he saw instead made him yell out loud. "Woah! What on earth's happening to this place?!" Sparx frowned as he peered out over Spyro's shoulder to look outside. The weather was amazing. Falling from the sky was not rain, but snow. Millions and millions of large snowflakes were tumbling through the sky; already, a thick, fluffy white carpet was resting on the ground. "Hmmmm..." murmured Sparx thoughtfully, " I'm not quite sure, Spyro. but we'd better go ask the elders, they'll know what's going on." "OK," answered Spyro, "I guess they'll probably have some sort've idea about it. And we need to find out what's happening. Something's not right..."