A/n
Okay, here is chapter three, and for the next couple of chapters some will notice that there is little change in the story as it was before other than more details and the style it is written. Honestly, I like how this is written at this point the story as this part is flows nicely and I would rather not disrupt that. So enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3 The Trek Goes On
-Neutral pov-
It is said that when you set out on a journey whether by choice or not that one cannot see the path it will take as they travel. In is only after we started on the path the journey takes you on that we can see how far you come. But no journey is smooth, each one is littered with different hardships and dangers, yet benefits and rewards as well. We left Saber off with meeting Spyro and Sparx, having an altercation with a group of apes. The three began traveling together to search for Spyro's friend Cynder who had been sent out like Spyro but in a different direction.
-Saber's pov-
As Spyro, Sparx and I were going in the direction that I had been traveling through the forest before I had met the two of them, I started to go over the recent chain of events I had been involved in. What was I in for with these two? With my luck I can never tell this early, but I'm a tad apprehensive as to the possibilities. The only thing I can guarantee is my bad luck would still make things harder for me in some shape or form. So, as I normally do, I would manage the best I could with what comes my way.
This whole situation with Spyro and Sparx is weird enough from what I have observed thus far. That's without taking in to account that I was also somehow in a completely different world all together than the one I know. Then, I'm also with an actual living, breathing dragon, a creature that's thought to be something of fantasy or work of fiction. I have enough of a knowledge basis on dragons or at least what fictional authors have written about them all due to an acquaintance of mine from the dojo who is obsessed with dragons. So, I know a fair bit of what humans have come up with on the idea of dragons and little of it would describe Spyro. Then… well, there was IC, I think that's all I need to say on that subject so that I can save my breath and the time annoying you. I could say much more, but I would be calling him names mixed in with profanity to elaborate about the dragonfly. How one might ask do I get in to these types of things?!
My answer is I haven't the faintest freaking idea! Never do I go search for such situation, I avoid them as best I can, they're like a plague the best I'm able! No, situations like THESE find me and jump onto my back and cling to me. And instead of having the curtesy of knocking on the door before bursting into my life and making things difficult, it screams will glee as I deal with the monkey wreaking havoc with me. I felt my mouth fall into a frown as I kept going with the contemplating I was doing as it was not helping me. This leaves me to wonder, am I some type of crazy magnet to weird stuff and trouble or is this the guy above and the punk down below demanding a show that has me a humorous bout of entertainment?!
I came out of my thoughts and glanced over at Spyro and Sparx, who were at this moment talking and I assumed catching up with each other. After a moment of watching them, I couldn't help my eyes rolling at the sight, mostly the gesture was directed at IC. With observing the pair, I'm forced to admit there are times like this when trouble-magnet AND weird come together in such a way that I could have never predicted. And somehow you end out with this as the result and you ask yourself even when you know you shouldn't, what could possibly come next. The reason I say that you shouldn't ask what could happen is past experience has taught me that it isn't wise to ask because the answer is prompt and unwanted, lucky lucky me I guess.
Now, with me so deep in my thoughts, I wasn't paying perhaps as much attention as I really should have and doing such unfortunately does tend to have consequences. For me, the consequence of my lack of proper attention was that I jammed my right foot into a rock and lost my balance falling forward to end out flat on my face. Curse you my bad luck, curse you to hell I say for your timing and other things you do to me. The collection of stuff I go through because of my unending streak of bad luck, there are too many to talk about in one sitting. I can't explain why it works the way it does or why it is me that has it, I just know it does its thing and with consistent gusto.
I heard Spyro and Sparx reacted to the lack of the sound of movement after me hitting the ground, so they stopped in response to me face planting and kissing the dirt. After burying my face in the dirt, I twitched a bit with the pain of kiss the ground hard along with the mild frustration that I felt. To say events such as this are normal for me wouldn't be inaccurate exactly, but to most who don't know me, they would have no idea of that fact. The question left to me would be what my two traveling companions will do when they find out this is fairly normal with the random injuries due to my bad luck doing what it does. I heard Spyro come over to where I was, which only left me imagining what kind of face he had right now as my face was shoved into dirt.
"Hey Saber are you okay," Spyro asked.
I put my hands on either side of where my face was buried, then took the time to pull my face out of the dirt. It took a couple of good pushes with my hands for my face to pop out of the dirt and I gasped deep, fresh breaths of air to steady myself. After resorting my bearings, I twisted and faced Spyro after I shook my head to get some of the dirt off that came up with me when I pulled up from the ground. "Yeah I am good, have gotten use to this type of event. Unfortunately, since these kinds of things are normal for me, it has been a necessity, so don't worry about me," I answered, as I got to my feet and brushed myself off.
There was no point in dwelling on the incident that I had just 'fallen into', there was nothing I could do about the event. It is a lesson for me to watch where I was going, that's how I take it and move forward from there. You can't change the past, as much as you may want to, so no point in trying to, just keep going and learn from what comes your way, the ideology I live be, literally.
So, after about an hour of our group walking, the bug sighed to get Spyro and myself to pay attention. Not wanting to give him the attention he craved, I continued to ignore him and kept focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Spyro, being nice I think glanced over at IC while I rolled my eyes and held in the grumble of frustration and came to a halt. Then Sparx made things for himself worse in my view by saying something blatantly stupid. I don't know why I would've expected otherwise, he had proven he would do such already to me in the short time I've been forced to know him. "Hey can we stop for the night my paws are killing me," IC posed.
At hearing that ridiculous line, I sent a glare at Sparx with a look that an adult would give an elementary school child after giving an answer that is obviously wrong and that they should know better than to say. My question though is he always this blissfully stupid, or is he making a some sort of special effort today? I doubt that is a safe question to ask, I am afraid of what the answer would be honestly. Still I would give a fitting response, "You know IC, the last time I unfortunately had to look in your direction, you do not have paws you yellow idiot," I snapped.
Spyro looked at me for a moment with a chiding expression before he looked to his brother and adding his comment, "Yeah, you have wings instead Sparx, though it does seem like a good time to stop for the night."
Well, the three or rather two of us since Sparx was just hovering around, got to work making a spot for the night. I cleared the area that we would camp and Spyro gathered wood for a fire which looked to be pretty much what was needed. Just as I finished my part of the work, I glanced over to see how Spyro was doing on his job of building a fire. Now yes, I know the fact that in mythology and fiction dragons usually can breathe fire. I don't have a problem with the idea though, actually seeing the action with your own eyes is something else! I happened to see Spyro let loose fire from his mouth and stopped what I was doing to take it in, my eyebrows did rise at the spectacle. Yet, I'm left to wonder why he didn't just barbecue the monkeys and be done with the lot? It would make more sense to me to do that, or perhaps there is more involved with breathing fire than I understand. Still, I noted that the wood Spyro had piled up was now burning brightly, I won't say anything about the means by which it was obtained.
With the work to make a good spot to camp for the night done, I came over and sat near the fire staring in to the flames lost in my own thoughts. And I would say that few if any could blame me with the stuff that has happened to me recently. It wasn't until I heard Spyro plopped down next to me that I came out of my musings and glanced over at Spyro. The second I took the time to study his face, I saw there was something going on that was troubling Spyro. There was an expression I knew from observing other people I was around, it was worry. He was worrying about something and by the depth of the lines on his face it was something serious to him. Now, I'm by no means a shrink or psychologist, not even a counselor, but I can try to help by lending a listening ear. "Hey Spyro, you feeling okay," I questioned.
The intent of this was for me to give Spyro the opportunity to talk about what's troubling him should he want to. Plus, the silence was getting much too thick for my liking or peace of mind, "Hmm, what did you just say," Spyro asked.
Spyro looked at me, was he in such deep thinking that he didn't hear me? Why do I get the sudden urge to say the line, 'spoiler alert! Future problems ahead for you to solve!'? My intuition is rarely wrong in stuff like this… perfect, oh well, dive right in then I suppose, "You look like you quite lost in thought over something. Perhaps you would like to talk about what it is that is worrying you so," I inquired.
"What no… well maybe a little," Spyro replied, and it came with a down casted look set on his face.
Well, I would help him as I could by listening and giving him some advice, if needed, "The one who taught me many of the lessons of life I know, often told me if you are worried about something it is better to talk about it, then to just to let that worry grow in the mind. So, if you want to, I am here and I will just listen. Feel free to speak your mind," I said.
"Oh no, you do not know what you are getting in to by offering that," IC piped up.
Oh, could I ever say the same exact thing to him about how he interrupts me or opens his mouth! How I want to tell IC to not put in his two cents in something that it isn't needed and I feel it wouldn't be by any means the last time such thoughts would come to me! Snapping my head around to face the bug who annoyed me so and gave him an annoyed look, "IC, would you keep your mouth shut… actually, can you lock those lips so they cannot be used for a while! I was not talking to you in any way thank you very much! If I do, then I will make sure you know it, so do not interrupt me!"
What was the bug's reaction to my blunt request to him? He stuck out his tongue at me as a sign of defiance. That was a mistake, which he added to, "I will talk all I want," the bug remarked.
I felt a searing feeling of anger building in me and my head tilted downward slightly and a vain began popping on my forehead. My eyes had closed tightly, and I feel my body start to tremble in the losing battle of control, which was my steel discipline verse the annoyance that Sparx causes in me. IC had made a mistake, it had been only a matter of time before he went too far, not only had he prodded me, he was TAUNTING me! NO ONE TAUNTS ME! Well, not if they value their current existence as it is will they do so. You would be very surprised what you can live through without dying, it's a lesson I've learned that from personal experience. I was sorely tempted to fully test just how much Sparx could survive before he is in danger of dying.
As the lightbulb with wings was insisting on being so foolish, then I would answer him in my own way. If he wanted to have idiotic inkling to declare a war of wits on me and think he has a chance of winning against me, then I will show how dumb he really is! IC had this coming him with how he acted around me thus far. Let the war of wits between us begin and I completely intending to not only win this war but drive the bug deep into the ground before it ends! Bringing my head up with a look on my face that even the devil himself would flinch in fear, I prepared to deliver my response. That response is as follows even if it is not in the same words, I hereby declare war on you Sparx, PREPARE TO BE UTTERLY DEFEATED!
The sight of the bug freezing the second as he caught the expression on my face was encouraging for me. He was most likely feeling an ice-cold chill from my glare which it what I intended. IC looked over at Spyro for a few seconds and then back to me. I then, said my one warning I would give to him nicely before I really get down to business, "What… did… I just say… Incessant Chatterbox," I growled, my voice was cold and carried a tone to make sure I got the point across along with enunciating each syllable.
With the first gauntlet thrown down, all that I saw left to do was to ask, how freaking now ya dumb brown COW?! Sparx was trembling as he looked back at me, unable to break my gaze on him. Oh I am enjoying this reaction, mwah ha ha ha! "Shush," he whispered.
A slight smile crept over my face, let the fun begin I say, "Good, you got my point IC. Wonderful, I would recommend that you see that you don't forget it!" Chalk it on the board, Sparx zero, me one and that is how it is done baby! With that done, I looked back at Spyro my face changing completely to a smile and a caring look, "Now Spyro, I am listening if you want to talk about it," I said.
Spyro breathed in and let out heavy sigh and just kept looking at the fire while I didn't move a muscle, just sat there and waited. This is going to take some time obviously, yet I think Spyro needs this. I'm not as uncaring as some believe me to be, I just don't open up to others often, which begs the question of why am I being so open with Spyro? Hmm, I can't say, a point to think about later I guess for further contemplation. Continuing to sit quietly knowing that when Spyro was ready he would talk, I was patient and did nothing looking at the fire waiting for Spyro to speak.
"Well you see the reason that Sparx and me are out here is we are looking for others, at least that was the original reason. But, that changed and now I am looking for someone," Spyro finally said quietly, still looking at the fire with a blank stare.
I stared at Spyro with a single eyebrow rising this time at what Spyro had just said about looking for someone. For by the way he says it, this someone is very important to him, which would imply a friend maybe, or perhaps something more? I simply gazed at Spyro waiting as it was better for me to listen then to comment at this point without more information. I like to have the whole picture to understand the best what to do to help in this. Spyro looked away from the fire and up at the night sky that was filled with stars. "I am worried they were sent out here and then I hear nothing from her, so I am out here to find her," he continued.
My other eyebrow now rose and they both went higher going above my bangs at hearing the line Spyro had just said. My my, now there is an interesting tidbit of information for Spyro said 'her', so this friend is a female who may be more than a friend who is a girl? Maybe a girlfriend or perchance more than girlfriend, there is still not enough information to determine at this time. As Spyro kept going, he went in to great detail about this friend of his, a female dragon or I guess the correct term would be dragoness as is the case. The dragoness he described had ebony almost black scales with red underbelly and wing membranes. Along with the emerald eyes she had, then to top it off she had white spikes coming out of the back of her head.
Actually, I was kind of interested in seeing this female just to see her appearance for it sounded pretty interesting to me, not that I'm an expert on dragons really. Spyro kept going in his description of her, and I spotted a smile forming that was of… was is it happiness? Yes, and yet no as well, it was happiness certainly, but I would say there was more than that by his current expression. As I kept studying Spyro's face while he was talking, I was able to break down further what exactly I believed Spyro's expression meant. It didn't take me long with my skills of reading body language to give me a basic rundown.
And to say I was shocked at what I saw would be a bit of an understatement, I was flabbergasted. It couldn't be what I think it is, he is too… well, Spyro looks young by my guess, akin to a teenager if I were to estimate. And while I have no clue if dragons go through something like puberty as we humans do, should they do so, I feel sorry for them. Out of pure curiosity, I would ask when it occurs normally and how it tends to run for dragons in general. Hypothetically, should Spyro be passed the age at which 'puberty' has occurred and pretty much finished if it's similar to humans. If that were so, then these feelings were pretty clear as to what they implied. For the way the purple dragon was describing this dragoness friend of his, she is definitely more than a friend and likely beyond a close girlfriend. If I'm seeing the signs right, then this girl is equivalent to a lover and I mean as he's 'head over heels' in love with the one he's describing.
It's hard to believe I could have missed the signs, they were blatantly obvious when I looked at Spyro. Personally, I'm guessing that Spyro is in his latter adolescent or teenage years right now like I am were I to guess, call it a hunch if you want. It makes me wonder how far Spyro has gotten with this dragoness with the "quiet and reserved" personality he has shown himself to have. Has he made it to first base, it kind of sounds like it by what he's been saying, he's certainly close to this dragoness by his words. Or maybe… good golly, has Spyro gotten to second base already and become a couple or even on his way to third by doing the deed or something close to it with this female?! Oh boy, if that is the case… wow, I wouldn't have expected that from Spyro by what I've gotten to know about him so far. Granted, I met him just earlier today, so I don't know him well yet, but still this is a serious surprise to me.
Once again, the lesson of it always being the quiet ones you have to watch being proven to me. They tend to be the ones that are harder to predict what they are capable of, I'm living proof of that when I choose to be! It was at this point that IC, the idiot that he is decided to show himself to be so and put in his two cents, which was once again unneeded. "You are talking about her again," he grumbled loudly.
Ooo my, do my ears deceive me or do I detect a hint of dislike in that statement? Hmm, curious… why would IC feel that way about Spyro's female friend? Could there be non-nice history, if so, then a positive point in my book for this dragoness that is. The expression on Spyro's face didn't change as he replied to IC, "Yes Sparx I am talking about Cynder," Spyro replied.
OH HO, the plot thickens in this and this is definitely a subject of contention between these two, but also interesting information for me. First, I now know a name of this dragoness, which is Cynder and then second, Spyro is defensive of her even when it comes to Sparx, fascinating! I can't wait to see what comes next, so I continued watching the two, my gaze switching between Spyro and the bug trying to put together more of this puzzle that was their disagreement. This 'Cynder' was the center of said disagreement obviously though I can't precisely comprehend why. Point one, Spyro as I had seen loves her whereas the lightbulb with wings does not. Whether there was more to the wedge causing issues between these two, I can't say at this point. I guess that they have differing opinions and views of Cynder is the overall subject of the argument simply put. The question I wanted answered, but had yet to get any was why?
As I kept staring it was like I was struck by lightning as the reason hit me, IC was jealous of Cynder getting the attention from Spyro. I would guess that before this Cynder came along, IC had gotten a good portion of Spyro's attention for what I don't know and don't care. But, when I realized the reason for the bug to grumble, it was hard not to fall backwards on the ground and roll around laughing. It was partially because this disagreement was interesting and also for the first time in a long while I was watching something funny that I didn't have a part in. It was different, but I shook my head to clear my mind and faced Sparx. I was able to muffle my laughter by making it into wheezing instead, "So, you don't like Cynder eh? She seems like a nice dragoness to me and I have learned to not say no to fair company."
Sparx looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train… ooo now there's a nice thought, IC in front of an oncoming train it's a wonderful possibility. However, I should really steer away from such mean and evil thoughts before I start planning them out to occur! Still, the expression currently on his face was a very good look for him if you ask me. "You say that now, until a dragoness tries to kill you, and by one, I mean her, that she-devil is bad news," IC shot back.
The very thought that came to mind in response to the lightbulb with wings said was 'and I'm not to you?' Okay, bad news for me would be along the lines of murder attempts made against me, and those are rare, though not completely unheard of with me. I say that because my luck has been getting kind of close for years to killing me but never has just yet. If my luck hasn't been successful at doing the job, then I seriously doubt this Cynder can do much better. As for her being a devil, that's in serious doubt in my mind as well. Why some may ask, because the Devil and I are all too well acquainted and we hate one another to an extreme. Trust me, few could be like him and if there is someone like him or worse than him, then I'm already probably dead or about to be anyways!
Plus, when it comes to wanting to knock off IC, I can completely understand why Cynder might want to kill this annoying bug! I'll admit openly that I have seriously considered ways and means to do the same myself, more than once after having to listen to his ranting! So, it's unwise of him to tempt me doing so as I can actually enact one of the ways to do IC in! I can fully deliver on that wise, he better not give me reason to prove that, cause I will. My stare didn't waver, but did change to a look of annoyance along with the amusement before I sighed and shook my head in response. "As I recall, you did not like me much when we first met either. You mistake me for an ape right," I posed flatly. Sparx looked a tad embarrassed as I continued my stating fact, and yes, I kept this going for another point to me in our war! I was on a roll, so why stop, "Then I look at how often your descriptions are off the mark, I believe I will be going with Spyro on this one," I finished.
Spyro just stared at me then smiled, "Thanks Saber, I appreciate that. It is nice to have someone not call Cynder something bad."
Current score in the war of wits, IC zero, two points for me, meaning that I'm winning so far, GO ME! "Hey do not mention it Spyro, I do not like to be mean to those undeserving however, I would rather be honest then lie to be nice. You have a tendency to be more honest and believable then your brother," I commented coolly with a smug smile that was meant for Sparx. "So back on topic then, you mentioned that you were out here looking for others originally, I assume that Cynder was doing the same correct?"
Spyro nodded and began telling me the story of his story, and let me tell you, what an adventure it was. Spyro had hatched thinking he was a dragonfly and Sparx's and Spyro's parent dragonflies, not knowing of his real origins. Spyro had grown up to his early adolescence blissfully ignorant of what he truly was until he was told by their parents that he wasn't a dragonfly. My question would be what kind of mentality you would have to have to believe you're a dragonfly when you look like Spyro. I can't answer that question for I have no idea as to how you could look at 'your family' and not see there was a noticeable difference especially when he get much bigger than them.
Once Spyro had learned of his true nature of being a dragon, he had gone off with Sparx following him to find out the whole truth about himself. They had been attacked by apes along the way and then they met another dragon by the name of Ignitus, who promised to help him. As I heard more of the story, I became amazed at the determination that Spyro had shown throughout his journey. The time that Spyro and Sparx had met the dragon Ignitus and were told that he wasn't only a dragon, but a special purple dragon with amazing powers and endless possibilities of things he could do. The story was outlandish and beyond unbelievable to me and yet, I couldn't help but feel it was true. I mean, being told that you are special that alone was something… only Master Kai had ever said such to me, not a single other person ever had that I can remember. I could tell he wasn't lying, or at least he believed what he was saying so I would assume that his story happened as he said.
I did take note of his tone of voice when he talks about Ignitus, which made me think there must be a bond with him probably best not to ask how at the moment. Spyro continued his story telling with how he saved the other guardians and the ordeal that the task was. Then he ended out fighting Cynder when she had been corrupted into a twisted version of what she could look like as an adult dragoness, or that's what Spyro said. Not only did he beat her when she was bigger and more powerful than Spyro himself, he had saved her from whatever she had been trapped in. I can't say how that would work, but by Spyro's explanation she had been corrupted by an evil force of some kind that he called the 'Dark Master'. After defeating Cynder and returning her to how she should be, they both returned to the dragon temple.
The story didn't end there, nope then Cynder soon after getting to the temple, slipped away feeling unwanted by those there according to Spyro. It wasn't like I couldn't understand the feeling of being unwanted, I have my own experience with that idea. Anyways, Spyro had gone after her and had ended out going on the next leg of his grand adventure. In this leg, he had encountered a dragon that was known as the Chronicler, which by his name I assume he keeps records. Said dragon taught skills to Spyro that he never knew that he had though he didn't go into detail of what they were. Spyro did continue his chase of Cynder and that got them involved with 'pirates', which I can't say what or who was being referred to. Unfortunately, the 'apes' still caused them both while they were out and about.
Anyways, the two got out of that and had ended up facing an ape by the name of Gaul, who was the leader of them apparently. During the fight with Gaul, Spyro had accessed a power that was according to him was fueled by darkness. Cynder managed to pull him out of whatever Spyro had gotten himself into, but there were other issues for them to deal with, namely no way out of where they had fought Gaul, a place Spyro called the Well of Souls. Then somehow, Spyro had frozen Cynder, Sparx and himself in crystal of some kind to protect them from the place crashing down. When Spyro and Cynder had next woken up, the world had been in direr straights, more than when they had gone under. Spyro's tale went long into the night and I just kept listening saying nothing as he kept going.
The underground place they woke up in had lava below them and they were pretty much trapped on a platform to be killed by some large monster. The said creature Spyro called a 'golem', but I have the hunch that it isn't what I would imagine a golem to be. The two had escaped the golem, quite the piece of work by what Spyro was saying he and Cynder had done. Then getting out from underground was no picnic as the golem chased after them as they went following a 'cheetah' by the name of Hunter. Their journey to the 'Dragon City' was not much easier, apparently the 'other races' of this world were none to trusting of the dragon race after what the 'Dark Master' had been doing while Spyro and Cynder had been encased in crystal.
Then, the problems continued to pile for my purple companion when he got to the dragon city as the Dark Master was sieging the city hard. Yet Spyro and Cynder did help, but the Dark Master 'Malefor' pretty much told them their days are numbered. A plan to stop Malefor was made and done, in which whatever was to destroy the world was brought to a halt for a time. In that time, Ignitus helped Spyro and Cynder get a shot at Malefor but pay with his life to do so. Spyro and Cynder went on to defeat 'Malefor' for good, Spyro somehow kept the world from being destroyed. How he did that, I haven't the faintest clue, but he did somehow as the world is still here, so hard to deny that fact. He also saved the inhabitance of this world as well and so was hailed a hero by a number of the world's people. Spyro on the other hand didn't let all these accomplishments inflate a sense of pride in fact, I can't say I've seen anything like an ego with him. His tale was really something like a fantasy that you might read in a novel. The things that Spyro had done was well beyond any expectation that any could have had of him.
And yet, there were particular points said by Spyro that brought thoughts to my mind that I haven't had before. The ideas that came to mind were odd to say the least for they were of things I didn't really understand as a lot involved, I had no references to help me comprehend. Images flashed through my mind that made no sense thought there were some pictures that I'd seen before now which would appear in dreams and nightmares. It wasn't just the images either, there were voice whispering in my mind and though it happens on occasion and no I'm not crazy. I usually ignore the voices that whisper to me, but they were for some reason harder to wave off right now. All of this pointed to there being some important things being said, but I can't figure out what they could be and that made me apprehensive.
It was well past midnight when Spyro finished his tale of the adventure he had journeyed through. When he had, I simply gazed at him calmly to find him staring back at me, I believe Spyro was waiting to hear what I thought about his story. I cleared my throat to try and dispel the tension for I wanted to confirm some facts first before I give my view though. "Okay let me see if I heard everything and understand it correctly. So, you saved all of these dragon guardians who in turn taught you how to harness the elements you can use." I asked. Spyro nodded, I went on, "Then you saved Cynder who had been changed from being an adult and was corrupted by this 'Dark Master' character back into the age she was supposed to be after defeating her," I posed.
Spyro just nodded in agreement, but I caught a flash of pain on his face at the mention of what happened to Cynder. Perhaps there was remaining guilt of what was done, I would rather not pry or prod in this instance. So, I kept going, "Then, you later fought this ape King Gaul who had like Cynder while she was corrupted, worked for the 'Dark Master'. In the end you beat him by using the power you call convexity," I questioned evenly.
Spyro just continued to nod in answer, "This power however, comes at the price of you falling to the darkness from within I believe you put it," I continued.
Spyro looked ashamed at my last statement, "I did not want it to happen. I did not want to become like Malefor," Spyro said looking away as he did.
Yes, this Malefor, he was a mystery of his own in more ways than I can put into words. I felt odd emotions at the things that Spyro had said about Malefor… somehow like there was more to it than met the eye and I don't know why. But there was definitely pieces of the puzzle missing in this and without some of them, I can't say for sure what it is that my intuition is telling me. I focused back on the purple dragon, "Spyro with power of any kind or magnitude comes with an equal price to match. It is how nature works," I returned trying to comfort Spyro, though I don't know if I was successful. Instead, I continued on the previous subject, "However, back to the story, for three years you were frozen in a crystal during which Malefor was working. When you were released by Malefor's minions, they tried to kill you, but you escaped them you then joined the battle against the Malefor the Dark Master. You were able in the end to defeat him and saved the world from destruction."
Spyro nodded once more, which told me that I had the story correct and now I was getting the picture put together. But again, I felt there was still something in it that was missing, "After things calmed down a little bit these guardians sent you and Cynder out in different directions. This in the hope of you finding other dragons that were sent away before your story began." I continued to see Spyro give a confirming nod.
Okay, so I had all the information correct though I didn't exactly like the picture I was seeing even if it wasn't complete. I think that I have enough of the picture to get a sense as to the dangers that were being faced perhaps unknowingly. Yet, best to have the facts rather than sugar code it in my opinion, "That is one interesting story I give you, certainly unlike any story that I've heard honestly," I remarked.
"It is all true," Spyro said this in the attempt to convince me.
It wasn't that I didn't believe Spyro for as odd and crazy as his story was, I did believe what he said was true. However, the last part of it where the Guardians sent out Spyro and Cynder alone didn't sit right with me at all. The implications from what came after the fall of Malefor were very disturbing and raised red flags big time. "Actually, I believe you Spyro, it is just a lot to take in at once though I do have one question," I said.
Delivering this with a smile in the hope that this didn't get taken the wrong way as I'm not one to do well in soft delivery of fact. And I don't think Spyro saw the implications that I did, he seemed to be naïve by what I was coming to discover.
"What," asked Spyro.
"You trust these guardians, right," I inquired.
He nodded to me and I continued with my line of questioning, "Well then, what were those Guardians think sending both of you out alone," I posed flatly.
I was trying to put this question in a somewhat nice way in the hope that I could get across the reason that I saw a problem with. My goal was to hopefully show Spyro the problem I was seeing as well for it was important. It was clear to me that these 'Guardians' were taking a risk that were more than just stupid. What they were doing could be considered being down right cunning and murderous or at least outright dangerous! However, the response I got from Spyro was a confused expression meaning he didn't understand what I was implying. "What are you talking about," asked Spyro.
It took effort to prevent myself from doing a pratfall and kiss the ground, but I managed to keep myself from doing that. I then got control of myself and spoke to Spyro once again, "Okay, let me say this differently then Spyro. To your knowledge, are the guardians insane or do they have something against one or both of you to any extreme? Because honestly, by what I can see from the situation as it is, one of those points would explain how things are currently."
Spyro just kept giving me a blank look, which told me that Spyro had no idea what I was trying to get across to him. Perhaps dragons may not have the same idea as human language or more specifically reference and inference. The point of this is yes, indeed he doesn't see the problem in this and that is not so good as this kind of thing if ignored can get you hurt or killed. I shook my head and fixed my eyes on Spyro, "You really do not see a problem with this current situation Spyro?"
Spyro's expression didn't change, "Obviously he does not," came the voice of Sparx.
My rage spiked at the sound of IC talking and it took a second to get my emotions under firm control. I turned to look at Sparx managing a look of minor annoyance combined with a look of smug pleasure. It was better than rage and killing intent that I was feeling internally, "What is it, is there something on my face?"
Oh no there's nothing on his face, but I can certainly do something to his face that would do more than shut him up. All I would need is an excuse-I mean, a reason and I would be happy to oblige to 'fix his face'. "Not in the slightest, just slipped my mind that you were there you endless windbag that is all," I returned.
Sparx glared at me. Well I think that is another point to me! "What is it with you and these weird names," he challenged.
I could ask the same of him, what's with his constant annoyance that he can't seem to keep to himself. As for the names I give him, I haven't begun to call you appropriate names yet for him, I have plenty more to use. Smiling, I had closed my eyes to hide the malicious intent I was feeling towards him, "I seem to have created a new hobby of thinking of just the right name for you. If you got a problem with that, then shut up about it and keep it to yourself!"
Flyboy fumed at me, which to me was a victory in the ongoing war between IC and me. That puts the score at three for me, Sparx still at zero hee hee hee. I turned back to Spyro before I continued, "The problem is as I see it is this, you Spyro and Cynder too just saved the world recently for the majority of the population! After doing this, you two are being sent out alone to look in places that others can hide."
With me being as nice as I attempt to be around others, I was trying to put this as delicately as I could so that it wouldn't sound like I was accusing the Guardians of sending the both of them off to very likely die. However, that's what I'm seeing being done, whether it is the intent or not is a completely different matter. Unfortunately, Spyro just shrugged in response, "Yes, what is the problem with that?"
It took more effort to not nearly face planted again with that reply for me, but I managed a sigh heavily instead. I'd hoped not to have to spell this out bluntly, yet it was looking like I would have to do just that. To his credit, Spyro has such a kind heart, yet that tends to cause him to miss many dangers that are around him and come his way. That can get you killed if you're not careful and pay close attention to what is being done. Taking a deep breath before continuing, I would have to say this bluntly for him to understand and I didn't like to do it that way. Yet, it may be the only way for Spyro to understand, "Spyro you are a nice and all for a dragon I mean. I… well still, you saving the world and do not take this the wrong way, but I highly doubt that was what everyone wanted. The apes for example are just by guessing not happy about the results that you and Cynder brought about. That being said, you two going out alone and on your own is just asking to be attacked by those who did not like what you and Cynder did. You have already had experience in that idea have you not?"
Spyro's expression shifted to worry and looked at me hard. I think he is starting to get what I am saying, "What do you mean? So, I was attacked that doesn't mean she was."
Spyro is getting closer to seeing the same picture I was unfortunately and though I really would rather he not see the point, I feel it necessary. So, I gave just a little more of a push believing he will see the complete picture that I was getting. "Granted, that is possible… though I am sorry to say this Spyro, I would bet that she has been attacked by this point. Think about it, the apes would know what she looks like since they worked for her, right?"
Attempting to soften the blow I was about to give however, this needed to be said to Spyro so that he could understand, "Those apes have lived in fear of dragons, because dragons have been killing them for one reason or another for a long time. Cynder is one of those dragons that the apes know more than the average. Even if it was not her fault that she has been killing them if they did not do what she told them. Add that to the fact that you took away the one they saw as a leader and I very much doubt the apes would forget those facts. Follow that event up with you two going and kill the one dragon that had been doing worse things to them," I trailed off leaving the point open.
"But," Spyro started to protest to my logic.
I knew this would hurt, still I continued as I know it would help in the long run. I could tell he had begun putting together the picture I did, "The apes want revenge for the things that dragons have done to them, it is as simple as that. They have been waiting for a long while and unfortunately with Malefor gone, Cynder happens to be the next in line that their revenge fixation would go to. Forgive me for saying it Spyro but, you and her and the top targets for those apes to get rid of."
I finished painting the grim truth for Spyro and so, I really didn't blame him for looking at me with fury in his eyes. What I didn't prepare myself for was when Spyro opened his mouth or I guess for a dragon it would be called their maw. From his maw appeared what looked like arcing electricity… uh oh, this can't be good for me!
The electricity shot out of Spyro's maw and I had less than a second to react plus, I was too surprised to do anything. Only registering the bolt hit me square to the chest just below where my heart is. The pain from the voltage as the shocking and electrocution began held all my mind's attention. This was worse than the time I had picked a fight with a different dojo, only to end up get electrocuted. It didn't take long at all for my mind to begin blacking out from being overloaded. I barely felt my body falling sideways, my senses were only partially receiving input even if my brain was unable to process the information in its current condition. The sound of what I guessed was either Spyro or Sparx calling something I couldn't understand what the sound was. My head went completely blank, so I never even felt the ground as I hit it unconscious.
The next thing I knew I was reliving a memory of the day I did get electrocuted. It had been a day that was sunny, and I had thought perfect. It is the first day of summer vacation back at that time as well as the end of middle school for me. School was out and no homework to hang over my head nor stupid guys trying to bully me and getting beaten up instead. I couldn't stop the smile that came to me, life was looking up for me at last!
The only thing that was occupying my mind now, was the next three months that I had extra time to fill. The way I would be filling it would be getting to spend more time at the dojo unhindered. Getting to be with people who share my interest and peace and… well, I doubt there will be much quiet at the dojo. With the fighting and training that's done there, quiet is something that has little place, but that is totally fine with me. That kind of noise is good as it shows good work having results. Lastly of course, Master Kai would be teaching me on a more frequent basis. I reminded myself that though Master Kai's really odd sense of humor, which I had learned to tolerate, it was still worth that to get to be taught by Master Kai. I would soon be getting that was even truer since he would be starting to learn kendo at long last. There was little that would be able to ruin my mood. More thoughts kept coming along those lines, when I was brought out of my own cloud nine so to speak by a yell of a familiar voice.
Running the short distance to the source of the yell to see a crowd gathered in the fashion and intent of watching a spectacle. I pushed through the people making my way towards the front to see a short girl arguing with three boys. The boys were at least a head and a half taller than the girl. The girl was around seven almost eight. Her dark brown hair flowed down to the bottom of her neck in straight locks. She also had blue eyes that were now staring at the boys staring down at her. The girl's name was Terra she had started going to and training at the dojo almost a year ago. I had been around her on occasion. I myself did not know her very well, yet the boys I did recognize. They were from another dojo on the other side of town and one whose students tended to cause trouble for others including the dojo that I went to. As a matter of fact, I had a fight with the boy in the center who was no doubt the leader of the trio. I was aware that he was a windbag who intimated his opponents. I learned that when I had… well honestly, I had whipped him with the greatest of ease. The fight had turned into a public humiliation for the guy.
After watching the argument for about a minute and I had seen enough of it. I stepped out of the crowd in to the view of the three boys. The leader caught sight of me and recognized me and got an even more irritated, which showed on his face. The leader gazed at me and pointed a finger, "You again!"
Cracking a smile and snorting in amusement; I couldn't help but stare back at him. It was comical since it referred to our previous meeting and following fight that I had won, "Yeah me, is there a problem with me being here or something? Or is it that you didn't get enough of a whipping the last time you saw me?"
I was totally relaxed and confident in the fact I could beat him easily, as I had proven. The other two boys wouldn't change the chances that they had against me. Looking over to the girl seeing if she was okay for the moment, "Hey Terra you okay, need a hand with these three stupid guys? It would appear that they can take a hint in the slightest," I asked.
Terra turned to me, "No I got th-" she started.
However, Terra didn't finish as she was kicked by the boy on the right and then hit by the boy on the left. She crumpled to the ground, having not expected the attack so she had no time to prepare. That incensed me, I may not know Terra well, but she is still a member of the dojo. That makes her like family in a fashion and I wouldn't let anyone get away with attacking members of the dojo family and get away with it. It's time to do some old fashion teaching, with pummeling!
I rushed forward with a burst of speed decking the guy on the left. Then I launched myself in the direction of the other guy planning to leave the leader for last. The guy on the right dodged my strike and I hadn't been able to stop myself. So, I kept going with my momentum and fell over a garden wall behind them. Landing in the pond behind the wall that was full of cool water. I hadn't taken notice that, I had smacked my right hand against a pole next to the pond and knocked some wires loose. My mind was taking a double take as I was recovering from what had just happened. Doing a mental rewind of the previous ten seconds to get the information that I wanted, when suddenly I was interrupted as the water went from cool to boiling hot in seconds.
My body had begun to jerk spasmodically, I swear that my nerves were on fire and smoldering somewhere around me. Unable to think clearly at all, my mind was buzzing and drowned out all else. My heart felt as if it was in a race with a car engine and was having great difficulty doing so, while being punched in the chest over and over. My sight had gone white and wasn't working like it should.
This seemed to last for a long time as my mind was unable to process what was happening. Then, just as suddenly as all of this had started, it stopped yet, so did pretty much everything else, my chest hurt and felt wrong somehow! I tried to gasp for air, but my lungs refused to expand and take in air. My mind was telling my body what needed to be done nonetheless, even as my brain screamed orders to do what was required to keep me alive, my body wasn't listening to commands. It was then something began to smash into my chest hard that the situation changed. After whatever was hitting my chest kept going blow after blow, my lungs listened to my brain shouting orders. They finally took breath in to them, the first breath hurt badly and yet it felt wonderful! My chest felt cold and hurt more than any other part of my body. There were adults asking me questions, I didn't understand what they were asking really.
The scene morphed to the park I had been in before getting to the other world with IC and Spyro. There in front of me appeared the black monster that had confronted me the night before I ended out in the Dragon Realm. It shrieked before charging at me, its 'claws' outstretched to attack me. I tried to dodge the lunged, but I was frozen in place unable to move out of the way. "Now you will die white one," screeched the black creature.
With the attack unavoidable, I closed my eyes to not see the thing attack me, but it never came. My consciousness was snapped back, and the first deep breath was hard and painful though it was also great due to the fact it cleared my head which was muddled. My breathing that followed was ragged, but still I was getting air and that was what was important. Opening my eyes to find they weren't focusing as they should, I blinked a few times until my eyes started to focus and things became clearer. I found the sight of the star lit sky was spread above me which should be familiar to me, but I didn't recognize most of the stars or their positions. It meant I had been likely out for a while as it had been getting close to dawn. I forced myself up into a sitting position with difficulty due to my body not responding correctly. I slowly looking around getting my bearings as well as waiting for the pain to disburse.
As I did so, my vision caught a gold sparkle moving around in its field and a purple form sitting by what I would guess was a fire. Okay, I guess that Spyro and Sparx aren't figments of my imagination created by my subconscious mind to play tricks on me. But then, I had just seen that black freak that had tried to kill me before I got to a place where things don't make complete sense. I was attempting to calm as the previous experience was fresh in my mind and it wasn't pleasant in any way to me. That thing was definitely scary and I can't say why and this unknown fear is what freaked me out more than that thing trying to kill me. It was taking some effort to calm down and keep reminding myself that the black freak had not actually tried to just kill me, it was my mind playing horrible jokes on me!
"Hey are you okay," asked the voice of the Incessant Chatterbox.
Odd, I didn't think IC cared about me with how we had been getting along oh well, strange things do happen around me. I tried to stand up on my feet preparing to answer unfortunately, my body had other ideas and wasn't going to listen to me for the time being. It gave a convulsive jerk all over and I crumpled to the ground, showing that my legs from the twitching clearly telling me that they couldn't support my weight right now. As that is the case, then sitting it shall be for me until this condition is under control. When I got up, I coughed a bit and I kid you not, smoke came out of my mouth as I got myself situated into a sitting position. Oh dear that tasted foul, but it does show I am still alive after taking whatever it was Spyro sent my way hadn't been nice. And being alive is the important fact out of this, and that in itself is something taking into account what I had just experienced.
I started crawling back to the rock by the fire as I spoke slowly, "That depends, if this is one's idea o-o-o-o-o-f-" Electricity arced over me for a second and I gave another convulsing jerk and I stopped where I was. After a moment and coughing smoke out, I started crawling and able to continue speaking, "OW of frying me then it needs time and work because I'd say I am *cough* rare to medium rare and I like well-done. I-i-i-i-if-" Electricity once again arced over me though it was a tad weaker than the previous shocking. It still hurt like the dickens, but that's understandable and I shouldn't complain as I'm still alive, "AH-OW if on the other hand this is shock treatment, then not really right now. I am alive, I will give you that but, no promises on anything else for the moment, yet thanks for asking."
I have a high tolerance for pain, yet electric shock still hurt like hell and I had personal experience with that before now, so I know. Making it to the rock I was heading for finally after one more shock running through me. I noticed that Spyro glancing over at me every now and then as I had crawled, he winced when electrical arcs raced through me. Once at the rock, I clambered onto the rock and managed to sit on it with my back upright ignoring the pain that was still present in me. Spyro looked away with a look of shame on his face, I got with the brief glimpse at his face with the shamed expression there. After that, I heard Spyro voice, "I'm sorry I did mean to… I just," he was saying.
My legs still defied my wishes and I ended up on my back off the rock, which my back didn't much appreciate. Okay, if first you don't succeed, try try again as the phrase goes with this debacle, I have to keep my spirits up or this day will be a more horrible one and it's pretty harsh already. I sat up once more and came to a sitting position again then I turned to Spyro and waited for him to look at me. When he did, I looked him straight in the eye before sighing, "I am not mad at you Spyro," I said simply, so that Spyro wouldn't get the impression that I hated him or anything.
In no way did I hold what happened to me against him, I had asked for a smack for what I had said. Electricity isn't the same as a smack, but again with my luck I should have known I could get more than I bargained for. Seeing Spyro shaking with I assumed fear but couldn't tell, I sighed for apparently, he does think I am mad or hate him, which I'm not. "Okay look, if anything I was asking for what I received for several different reasons. I am or rather I will be okay so, do not worry yourself about this," I reasoned.
Spyro just stared at me in shock at my answer, no pun intended, "I shot you with electricity! You should not have lived through that! Yet you still forgive me," he replied incredulously.
I couldn't help but smile back the purple dragon for his reactions were not what you would expect from one such as him. Spyro was a worrier no question about it, but be that as it may, along with that is a habit of worrying which shows he has a good heart. In fact, Spyro has such a good heart it could bring unnecessary trouble to him I wouldn't doubt half the time with loyalty to match it. He was completely selfless and innocent as well and you don't come across that combination often these days, I can assure you, so what a guy! I couldn't seem to help myself but come to like Spyro, he was the type that just grew on you and above all is what one could wish for in a friend, and I don't see that much. You see, I have friends per say, but it had been years after I had found the dojo and Master Kai that I had been able to open up enough to have anything like 'friends'. I don't know why it has been so hard for me to open up to others, it always felt like something was missing, but I couldn't say what. However, here I was becoming close to someone in a matter of days, it felt somewhat weird for me.
Spyro was just different from any I have met in the longest time and there was something nagging at the back of my mind that gave vague familiarity. This was proven by how Spyro wasn't mad at what I said about Cynder. Instead he was worried at his action that had hurt me and it was not only what he had done to me, but what he could have done. Most people didn't give me the time of day, they just ignored me and move on. Hell, most didn't give me a look just looked over me as if I wasn't there. Granted, I pretty much set myself up for that with the way I act now and have for years, it didn't mean that was… well anyways. Nodding my head at him without hesitation, more so that he would know I didn't blame him. "Spyro, you did not mean to shoot me. Yes, I forgive you for what happened, it is what friends do. Lastly like I said before, I was asking for it for several different reasons so do not worry about it."
After hearing my reply, Spyro looked happy when I called him my friend and he relaxed a little bit while I took stock of my current predicament. Finding my legs were still twitching though less than they were before, I forced my legs in to a cross legged position and began to clear my mind. Within a minute, I began to slip into one of my meditative states I had for calming myself physically and mental. I was doing wonderfully, and with all the time I practiced meditation it was almost second nature to me. However, that changed when IC put in his unneeded two cents, "What are you doing? Trying to hurt yourself?"
I don't like being interrupted while I'm meditating, so I snapped out of the state I went into by the sound of Sparx and felt rage boil up in me. I swear, every time he opens his mouth it just is so outright irritating! Trying to focus on keeping the calm demeanor I just had but hadn't lost completely. Still, I didn't miss the feeling of the vein in my forehead start to pop as it always seems to do when I got irritated. My control began to slip and what comes from my meditating state left me utterly. I knew Sparx would be trouble for me, I just hadn't expected that he would be THIS bad, THIS quick! *Sigh* Sparx one and me three, dang it, he got a point on me! "No, I am not trying to hurt myself you insignificant pest! I am moving to a better position for meditation. Yet, I do not know why I am even telling you this, it is not like you would understand anyways," I returned.
Spyro looked at me curiously, "What is meditation," he asked.
Glancing at Spyro, I have to wonder what differences between humans and dragons I will find out about in future. Okay, it's likely that dragons don't call things by the same terms humans do, or they just don't have some of the same ideas we humans have, but there could be more. Why do I get the feeling this idea of explaining terms and things is going to happen, and kind of frequently at that? "Meditation is the skill or process in which one gains a type of control of mind over body. So, in this instance, I am using it to get my body to listen to me and stop shaking," I said calmly.
When about half an hour had gone by, I glanced over at Spyro and he looked like he was thinking about something. The signs of this came in the form of his eyes were unfocused and he was staring off in to space not looking at anything in particular. That said he wasn't paying attention to what was around him at all. "Spyro what is on your mind, you seem to be lost in thought," I inquired.
Spyro's eyes refocused and he jerked back slightly as if I had suddenly just appeared there, rather than having been there the whole time. "Well, I wanted to ask you something," he said. Spyro's gaze fixed on me with a serious look set on his face. I motioned him to keep going, "But it is a question that could be rude, since it is about you directly."
I stared in surprise at Spyro, since I rarely get anyone that wants to ask personal questions about me. I was quite curious as to what Spyro wanted to ask in fact, I couldn't think of what kind of information Spyro was interested in. "Go ahead and ask Spyro. I don't mind we're friends after all," I remarked.
"Well I noticed you seem to have bad things happen to you. Like how you fell down when we were dealing with those apes and then shortly after that," he said.
Bad things? Oh, I get what he's referring to, Spyro is talking about my bad luck, which is a subject in and of itself. Although, how exactly can I explain it so that Spyro could understand if that's even possible of course. The question is, do dragons have an understanding of the idea of 'luck' and the like? If not, that might make things a lot more difficult because I have no idea how to explain it other in the form of luck really. So, I sighed heavily before I gave my answer and explanation beginning a complicated lecture. "That idea is complicated in ways that words cannot say very well. First, do you understand what luck is," I asked.
Spyro nodded and I was thankful that was the case for it meant that dragons knew what luck was, "Yes, why do you ask," Spyro questioned.
And so the explanation began though since dragons know about luck it makes things a little easier for me, but still a vast subject. I started by talking about how as long as I can remember I have always had… for lack of better words an unending streak of bad luck. Most days, things went wrong for me in a pattern that had defined itself clearly to me. For instance, it could be as simple as me being in the wrong place at the wrong time, to me tripping and doing as I've told you a face plant into the ground. My luck could take on many various forms and still do what it does without me getting any say whatsoever about it. I really couldn't explain exactly how my bad luck works even after all the years it has haunted me. As point of fact, my bad luck has the knack of coming in to play and rearing its ugly head not only at most inconvenient times, but also the worst of times that get close to doing me in permanently. A case of this would be when we took care of the apes, which would fall under the 'inconvenient times'. However, I had l earned to keep a sharp eye out so that I can avoid the small things fairly often that tend to occur. It also helped me to know things can always be worse than they are, not exactly the most comforting thought but it gets me through.
When I finished explaining in a simple form of my bad luck, Spyro face held a look of bafflement, "Unending… bad luck," he asked.
I nodded in response, "That is the best way to define the idea," I admitted.
It was then that IC came in and I doubt it is to be nice and helpful… he has yet to be so, "Whoa Spyro, I do not think this is a good idea that we should travel with this guy. His… luck thingy sounds like trouble to me. If you were to add it to that ability of drawing trouble to yourself, which you have, it just says trouble!"
Finally, he says something funny and not particularly insulting that I can work with, it's about time! I let out a bark of laughter at his comment, as I had predicted, he was no help to this, but he did bring comic relief. "Magnet for trouble eh? I have that problem as well, I am use to things like that. Yet no offense to you Spyro, I would not doubt your draw for trouble is annoying and good at what it does by what you said in you story. However, you compare it to mine, and I will win that though it is not like I want to. Then IC if you think Spyro's ability to bring trouble is bad, mine is far, far worse. But, looking on the bright side, we do make good company," I got out.
The bug just shook his head at my reply, "I still don't like this it sounds and feels of trouble and I do not like that feeling."
I looked at Sparx and tried not to laugh, but did anyway, "Afraid of the unknown Sparx are you? I mean with what you've been through traveling with Spyro, not like I would expect it's that much different that what it will be with me added to the mix," I said.
"No, I would just like a peaceful day for once, no one trying to kill me," was the lightbulb with wings's reply.
I couldn't help but snort that came out from me as that wish may have been possible with just Spyro, conceivable even. I wouldn't know having not been around Spyro long enough to have accurate information. Now carrying that wish while being in my presence, I guarantee that it isn't going to happen, one might as well accept that. My bad luck just loves, and I mean LOVES to laugh at you for thinking such things before crushing said wish and driving it so far into the ground, you'll see the bowels of hell before you ever see the light of day again. "Then may I say to you IC, you have the wrong traveling companions," I commented.
IC glared back at me as if daring me to prove him wrong, "Why do you say that, Spyro is not bad," he posed.
When I think IC can't be any more idiotic… he keeps exceeding my expectations! I shook my head again, "That is not what I meant bug boy. Spyro and I have an ability, or talent if you will for drawing trouble in whatever shape or form it takes. When you combine both of our abilities in that, it is far worse would you not say," I asked.
The annoying bug nodded at me in answer, "I would say that would be a big yes."
My gaze flicked over to Spyro who, I saw had the same smile as I did and I knew we were thinking the same thing. We would definitely get along very well, Spyro and I, ""Hey look at the good side of this; with us life is never dull,"" we both said together, before we both broke out laughing.
I was really growing to like Spyro! IC looked at us and continued to shake his head, "The more time you two spend together, the more alike you become, and it is scary," he grumbled loud enough to hear.
I stopped laughing and looked at them still smiling, "Well as fun as that was I thinking it is, time to get some sleep for tomorrow. If I am not wrong, then we will be going to find your dragoness friend. Am I mistaken," I questioned.
Spyro shook his head in the negative strongly. He then, went to sit by the fire and went to sleep. The fly went to where ever he goes to sleep, not that I want to know where he goes! Although, it wouldn't be exactly bad information when I take the time to think of it. I could prank him good- no no no no, I have vowed to myself many years ago that I wouldn't intentionally prank someone in that particular manner even if they may deserve it somehow. I won't descend back down to that level, even for IC, he isn't worth doing those types of things again. So, I found that my legs had stopped shaking by that time. That being the case, I decided to get some sleep myself, since tomorrow sounded like it was going to be a full day for us all. After searching for a softer spot of ground, I found a place and flopped down and dropped off to sleep faster than I have in ages.
Chapter End
A/n
That is where I'll leave off on the third chapter and will pick up in the next. Now, I did make a fuller summary of the Legend of Spyro series, and I thought it worked better as it also gives some of Saber's insights. I hope you like the way that this is being rewritten thus far. Please some of you write a review to tell me what you think, comments are appreciate. Working on more chapters and hope to have them up soon enough, we'll see how things go.