Spyro was heading towards the market place. He couldn't help but look constantly around him. This was because every time he went outside Blast and his gang was stop him and beat him up. Today he decided to take a short cut hoping that he will not encounter Blast today. As Spyro walked down the alley way he heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. He looked around trying to find where the noise came from. When he looked down he saw that his satchel had a small hole in the bottom of it and one of the coins Terrador and Nova gave him fell out. After he picked it up he heard someone say his name from behind him.
"Well if it isn't Spyro the reject dragon." said Blast.
Blast was a fire dragon, with red scales, and a blue underbelly. He had two horns that slightly curved backwards, while his tail blade was shaped like a flame.
With Blast was his friends Icicle and Bolder. Icicle was a quiet ice dragon with light blue scales, a white underbelly and light gray horns and a tail spike that looked like an icicle. Bolder was a dark green earth dragon with a light green underbelly and black horns with a tail spike in the shape of a mace.
"Is there something I can help you with?" asked Spyro nervously as he turned and faced Blast.
"Why yes there is in fact this is my territory so you are going to have to pay if you want to go through." said Blast.
"You say that every time we see each other." said Spyro who was trying to look brave "I don't think you own all of Warfang."
"How would you know? You're as dumb as the bricks that we stand upon, for all you know I could be king of this town. In fact I'm surprised that you knew what this city was called."
"Ether way I can't pay you, I need this money for food for my parents." said Spyro.
"Then I guess we will just have to take it from you." said Bolder.
Both Bolder and Icicle started to take steps towards, while Spyro slowly started to back up. Eventually he turned around and started to run as fast as his legs could go. Blast, Bolder, and Icicle followed Spyro and were catching up to him quickly. As soon as the chase started it ended when Spyro's satchel got snagged on something and he fell to the ground. The money in the satchel fell all over the ground. As both Icicle and Bolder started to pick up all of the coins Blast walked up to Spyro.
"Why do you even try and run from us?" Blast mocked."You know that you are too weak to get away" continued Blast as he put one of his paws onto Spyro's head to make sure he didn't go anywhere.
"We have all of it boss." said Icicle.
"Good but, we can't just leave this little whelping with out and form a gratitude for his most generous donation." said Blast with a huge smirk on his face.
Bolder then walked up to Spyro and started to repeatedly kick him in the gut while Icicle was punching him in the face. Once he fell unconscious from the beating the three dragons picked him up and dropped him in a pile of garbage.
After a few minutes Spyro regained consciousness and slowly made his way back home. He started to shake in fear at the thought of what his mother and farther would do to him when he got back. In fact, he was terrified. Sure he had made some mistakes every now and then, but nothing as bad as losing his parents money.
"But they wouldn't do anything that mean to me, they do love me after all…right?" Spyro thought, hoping that this was true.
That was the one thing Spyro didn't understand. Why did they act so rude towards him? He knew about Malefor and what he did, but Spyro was nothing like him so, why did they treat him as if he was? When he got home he stood in front of the door to scared to enter. Once he gained enough courage he took a deep breath and walked in.
"H-Hello?" Spyro called as he looked for his parents.
"Keep your voice down, we are trying to read you pathetic use of scales, just put the food away and be quiet" yelled Nova.
Spyro slowly made his way into the study were both his mother and father sat and read books they collected before the war.
"I thought I told you to put the food away?" asked Nova
"I'm sorry, b- but some other dragons stole all of the money and… well, I didn't get it back."Spyro did his best to stop his body from shaking in fear.
Terrador became furious when he heard this. He then grabbed Spyro by his neck as tightly as possible, and said "YOU STUPID PEACE OF SHIT". "I TOLD YOU TO BECARE FULL WITH THAT MONEY. THAT WAS ALL OF THE SPARE MONEY THAT WE HAD!"
"I'm… sorry dad I… didn't mean…" choked out Spyro until he was interrupted by Terrador.
"YOU'RE SORRY, THAT IS ALL THAT YOU CAN SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" yelled Terrador
Terrador released Spyro and dropped him to the ground. He then put one of his huge paws onto Spyro's back and started to put all of his weight down on top of him. Several cracking noises where hear. As several of Spyro's ribs broke under the weight.
"Please stop father." said Spyro through tears.
But Terrador paid no attention Spyro and started to hover his mace like tale blade over Spyro. He slowly raised his tail above one of Spyro's wings then swiftly brought down. A loud crunch could be heard as the bones in Spyro's wing shattered. Spyro let out a high pitch scream as pain shot through him.
"You... useless… pile... of… shit! You are not fit to even be considered a dragon." Terrador roared while he repeatedly slammed his tail several more times into different parts of Spyro's body in between each word. Spyro's body felt num. why he didn't fall unconscious was beyond him. Maybe it was part of his punishment. When Terrador felt satisfied with his work, he got off of Spyro and said to Nova "I'm done with him, do whatever you want with him".
Nova walked over to Spyro with a devilish grin on her face. When she reached him she took in a large intake of air before letting loose a torrent of flames onto his right wing, until the wing membrane was nothing more than a black smear across the stone flooring.
Also now feeling satisfy, Nova asked "Terrador, don't you think Spyro has out lived his usefulness?"
"I couldn't have agreed anymore." said Terrador.
He picked him up as roughly as passible but thankfully Spyro hardly felt it. He then dragged him to a nearby window and with all of his might he threw him. Spyro collided with the window and smashed right through it. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Spyro couldn't help but make a small smile knowing that it was finally all over, as the world went black around him. He didn't know what he would do next, or how he will keep himself alive, but at the moment all he cared for was that he was free. Little did he know that he started to create a monster.
Hours Later
It was getting dark when a figure noticed Spyro's limp body on the ground. It gasped when it saw the condition he was in. There was no doubt in its mind that Spyro had multiple broken bones, and that he would most likely never be able to fly again considering the condition of this right wing. The figure decided to check if he still had a pulse, and sighed in relief when it found his pulse. The figure then as gently as possible lifted Spyro on to its back and took him to its home.