Authors Notes:

Author talking to himself: "Okay let's see how my story is doing"

*Opens the stats page on stories*

Author: …

*Falls out of chair, in a dramatic funny way*

Author: "I averaged 17 views a day in the last week?!"

Well I have to say that this was the last thing I expected, ever. I am so happy that I got so many people interested in my story. It really makes me happy and excited to continue on.

Just a heads up, latter on there is a part where there is Jester, now Sparx, telling a story. In that story he is saying everything, so I will let you know when he is done talking.

Also, as a way to try something new I decided to keep only one perspective going on at a time and not switch. Let me know what you all think of it.

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Enjoy the show

Chapter 7: I have some explaining to do

Spyro opened his eyes to see that Jester was only a few inches in front of him with a long sword in hand. Just before the sword would have contacted Spyro, Spyro speaks only one word and it was as if the entire world had stopped. "Sparx…"

The moment I heard that word, my heart stopped. My body became heavy in a way that it made it feel like it was impossible to move. It was as if that one word had turned me into a statue. The world seemed to share the same feeling as both Spyro and I just stared at each other. Then, as if breaking his own spell, Spyro headbutted me and my world was fading to black.

I woke up not long after. I could tell that much since it was still dark out, and I didn't detect anyone else's presence. Just Spyro's. I started to sit up when I felt something force me back down. My eyes were still swirling as I couldn't really see what was forcing me back down. But I didn't need my eyes to know who it was. Spyro spoke clearly, "Sparx?" He said it again. Now I know I wasn't imaging it any more, which gave me a great relief, like releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding. Though when Spyro said it this time it sounded more like a question as if he was asking if he got the name right. But I knew that wasn't what he meant. No, I knew the question he was asking but hasn't said.

Using my real voice for the first time in the longest time, "Took you long enough ya big purple idiot." It felt so weird to hear my own voice again. I was so used to being someone else, playing the role of some villain or hero or whatever it is that I needed/ wanted to be. Hearing my own voice felt more like a stranger's then my own. Spyro's front paw lift off my chest and taking this as a sign that he trusted me I got up. Although now that my eyes were getting back into focus again, I saw that I was mistaken as Spyro quickly forced me back down on the ground again. This time with two of his paws on my chest.

"How do I know you aren't trying to trick me again, Jester?" Spyro's voice was angry and clearly in shock. For a moment it felt as if all the happiness that I had just a moment ago was just as quickly crushed into nothing. I was ready to yell back at Spyro for calling me that name. I hated him calling me that name. But, thankfully, I realized that his question was well placed. After all I had done nothing to gain his trust, I only bothered trying to get his attention before. Now I was paying the price. I tried to squirm my way out of his hold, but he just applied more pressure on me, making it rather hard to breathe. "Don't try and squirm your way out of this one, now answer me and do so honestly. Are you Sparx or Jester?"

Despite the difficulty I had in breathing, my mind was racing. There was so much I could try to do to prove that I was Sparx, but I don't know which thing will convince him that I am telling the truth. I knew that Spyro couldn't really hurt me now, despite that he had me pinned to the ground. At least not physically, but that wasn't really the point. Truth was I knew I had multiple ways in getting out of this hold without breaking a sweat. There was fading into the ground and moving through the earth, and then there was teleporting. I quickly shook my head trying to stop my thoughts from thinking any more about hot to get out of this hold. I knew the answer already I just had to do it. I thought to myself, 'Man trying to be me, is going to be harder then I ever imaged it would be.' I saw that Spyro was losing his patience again and was about to speak up and howler at me. To stop him from saying anything more hurtful to me I just said the first thing that came to mind. I guess old habits really never do die. "The other you, couldn't fly until you were much older. You were raised by dragonflies when you were little." Seeing that Spyro's face was not getting any lighter, I knew I had to hurry and say more things about his past. Even if I know that he remembers the old me, I don't know what about me he does remember. I started shouting this time saying things as fast as I possibly could. "You and I met the four guardian dragons together! You liked forests, and mountains! You saved me from a frog-weed!"

The last thing I said seemed to have stopped Spyro in his tracks. He then began to shift around on top of me and his front paws where removed from my chest. He then took several steps away from me. Waiting a few seconds before deciding to get up, I slowly rose from the ground a second time, until I was able to stand. Spyro was facing away from me looking down at the ground. It looked like he was thinking about something, but in truth I knew what that look meant. He was in shock, not sure on how he believes it. I on the other hand, was also in shock. I couldn't believe that the one thing that he remembered about me was that of all things. If there is one memory that I could forget for all of time, that one was certainly on the top of my list.

"I can't believe that it is actually you." Spyro said with disbelief in his voice. He turned to face me with this look on his face that said he was lost, "How? Why? What happened?"

Spyro clearly had a lot of things on his mind and probably a million questions that he wanted to ask. Thankful that he was no longer being aggressive with me, I sat down on the dirt and looked at him silently asking if he would sit next to me. Either Spyro didn't still trust me or he didn't fully understand my meaning he sat down where he stood. A little hurt, but not too much, I sighed and went along with it. I said to him, "It might be best that I simply tell you everything that has happened."

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There is only so much I can really say that is going to make sense so bear with me. To start at the beginning, I would have to start at your last life's end. Mind you I will spare the details as it was hard for me to say this and I am not sure of what you really remember so try not to cut me off okay?

After you had saved the world from being completely destroyed, the whole world had celebrated. I mean the world literally was saved so that all made sense. Probably one of the best reasons to throw a party. Despite me being one of the best party people on the planet and trust me that is a fact not an opinion, I didn't feel like celebrating. I along with the rest of the guardians, and a few other of our close friends, were mourning your death. Thinking back on it, the other guardians were probably there to comfort me. I mean you were my brother and they were like father figures to you, so they were probably just as hurt as I was but at the time I couldn't really tell. I just spent the whole day staring up at the sky waiting for you to come back. Laughing and parting like you deserved, telling me that I worried for nothing and that I would call you an idiot again and we could just laugh the whole thing off. Just like you promised, but you never did.

I knew in my heart that you were dead, but I just couldn't accept it. What bothered me the most at the time was that I couldn't even be there in your final moments. I went everywhere with you through thick and thin, I never once abandoned you, intentionally. I followed you as you went head first into danger and risk your life for others without a plan or any sort of idea as to how to get out of situations that we got in. I never once regretted it, despite how much I hated it, and I still don't. Despite all of what we went through together, it was nothing compared to what it felt like to hear you say we had to go our separate ways. Heh, the irony of it is just too much, I follow you your entire life in what has been a non-stop life threating adventure, and the one time you tell me to stay where it is safe you died.

Eventually the others managed to get me to move and let me eat. They offered me support and provided me with so much help and council if I ever needed it. But the truth was that I never really did get better. I was so heartbroken that after you died, I never cracked another joke. Not once. It was a very dark time to be around me, and even now I still consider it the lowest point in my existence. It wasn't until a while latter that I found out that I actually gained the ability to use magic. I never really did figure out how exactly that happened, but I would have liked to believe it was from hanging around a very powerful dragon my whole life.

I eventually got a job at the library working as an organizer and, as someone who had experience a lot of events first hand, I also worked as a records keeper. After several years on the job I came across some information about you. Or to be more precise, about what you were and the legend about you. Not sure if you remember this or not but you were kind of a big deal, even before you saved the world. Anyways, I found out that the legend about you says that you would be reborn. To quote it, "The purple dragon shall reappear once every 10 generations." After doing some digging around and with the help of my magic, I was able to find that the legend was true. There was just one tinny problem. It was once every 10 DRAGON generations. That basically meant once every 10,000 years.

I found myself doing anything I could just to see you again. For the first time in years it felt like I had a purpose again. I felt like I would have stopped at nothing just to see you again. There was just one problem, no one could live that long. Not even a dragon could, although the oldest dragon that ever lived died at the age of 4,357. But that wasn't even half way. Then I recalled something, or really someone. I remembered that there was one being that was said to of lived since the beginning of time from that world. If there was any person who could have helped me it was him. And the best part was that I knew where to find him.

So, I went off to find the Chronicler. Despite me knowing how to get there, getting there proved to be a more difficult task. Turns out the island where the Chronicler lives is heavily guarded by magic that prevents anyone from entering. Fortunately, by a stoke of luck and lost of time spent on analyzing things, I was able to get inside. That's where I encountered the thing that almost broke me.

When I met the Chronicler and told him what it was that I wanted, he told me that he couldn't help me with that and that the only ones that could where the Ancestors. Those guys are basically the gods of that world. The Chronicler helped me get an audience with them and they basically told me 'Go to hell'. I refused to back down and managed to force them into giving me a deal. They didn't have to give me life until I met you, they could just reincarnate me when you got reincarnated. They agreed and we stuck a deal. A deal that I was forced to break not long after.

The Chronicler was the one to reveal the truth to me and to this very day I thank him from the bottom of my heart. He told me that the Ancestors had tricked me. I was going to be reincarnated with the next purple dragon, but that dragon wasn't going to be you. Every person who has free will once in their life, has a soul. That soul is unique and can never be replicated or replaced. The legend only says that there will be a purple dragon reborn, that doesn't mean that the soul is as well. I felt betrayed. I had done so much to just get a deal with the Ancestors, only to find out that they had basically just given me a bone to shut me up.

I was told that your soul was effectively released into the endless expanse of time and space and that it may be used again by another world at any given time. It was at that point that the Chronicler gave me a new deal. That deal was basically, I could basically live forever, never being able to die, and that I would get an ungodly amount of powers that let me travel through other worlds. Now I know that you know about there being other worlds and stuff like that, because Skylands and all that, but listen when I say this. There are no limits. The thing is there are not limits to the number of worlds, or universes that can exist. I knew you were going to appear again somewhere at some point in time, but I had no idea where or when. I was literally searching for a needle in a limitless, constantly expanding, uncountable number of worlds. I took the deal and left that world. I haven't been back since.

Along the way I picked up a side job that I used to basically help me find you. It was a lot of what I did in the library only difference was that it was bigger. Much bigger. I searched and searched until I eventually found you. Along the way I learned many things and my powers grew. I learned how to change my body into any form that I want, very useful by the way for pulling off pranks. I also learned that you wouldn't remember me, at least not directly.

You already learned that souls have their own memories and that getting them to remember things is tricky. And despite how much I would have loved to just see you again and go, "Hey Spyro remember me, Sparx?" I didn't want to go through you not knowing me and you possibly rejecting me. So, I decided to give you hints about who I was and the world your previous self came from. I sorry about all of the stuff that I did to you and your team, but I had to put you under stress to get you to 'wake up' your soul's memories. And the reason why I kept on going even though I hated it was that I didn't know what memories you would 'wake up' to. I did try to control them a little and make things go a bit more smoothly and I had no idea that you would 'wake up' to your powers first. So, I kept on trying over and over in the hopes that you would know me. After all, there was no telling if your soul would remember me to begin with. Even though I was with you for your entire life, the soul is very particular about what it remembers and what it doesn't.

I know that you and the previous you are two separate people and that you probably don't like it. But truth be told, I am really glad to meet someone who is even remotely related to the Spyro that I know. And just so that you know, you may have the same soul of someone I know in you, that doesn't mean that you and he are the same person, just that you tend to have a lot in common. Think of it more like he and you are like twins, you both have different bodies and separate minds, but you come from the same tree, so to speak.

I hope that you can forgive me for all that I have done. I know that at times I went too far, but I really didn't mean to harm anyone.

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I sat there waiting for a reaction from Spyro. Although the truth was that I was more of hoping for a certain reaction. Spyro's face had changed many times during my story, looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't. Instead he just kept on listening nodding his head a few times as if to say that 'Hey I know what you are talking about' or something like that. Now I was hoping that he was going to accept me like I have been dreaming of. But all I got was Spyro sitting there looking like he was trying really hard to think about what he wanted to say. And probably how he felt about all of this. I didn't lie one bit about everything that I said, I only left out details as they really weren't that important for Spyro to know. I really know too many things now, and the less Spyro knows about them the better it is for him in the long run.

After a moment Spyro had regained his composure, "Okay you said you didn't mean to harm my friends. How can you explain what you did to Stealth Elf?"

The question caught me off guard and I could tell the Spyro knew that. I sighed mostly due to relief, as I knew he would like to hear what had happened to her. "First of all, she was never in the hourglass to begin with."

Spyro quickly spoke up clearly agitated, "That is not what we saw, and you know that!"

"What you saw was nothing more than an illusion that I created." I put my hands out and focused on the image I wanted to make, soon after the exact same image that Spyro saw appeared before him. "I already told and showed that I can make things out of nothing, but they can't survive any kind of hit." I demonstrated what I meant by throwing a rock at the image. The rock was aimed at the little elf in the glass looking like she desperately wanted to get out. Instead of the rock hitting the glass making a sound it went through the entire image and dissipated as if it was made out of smoke and a wind had just been blown. "And as for you recusing her, that was actually me. Sorry about that."

To say that Spyro was shocked was an understatement. It was actually kind of funny to look at as his mouth went agape. I decided on a whim to prove my point again, in case he forgot, and transformed myself into the little elf girl in question. I saw that he was getting a little tired of my shenanigans and I quickly transformed back into my human self.

I thought we were ready to drop the subject when Spyro spoke up again, "That still doesn't tell me where she is now and what you have done with her."

I realized that Spyro was not going to be taking this lightly and really did care for his friends. I unknowing smiled at this as I recalled all the other times in which he was just like that. Spyro saw my smile and looked at me with a worried look on his face. I then realized that I had smiled at this and apologized, "Sorry. So yeah. Her. Um, what was her name again?"

"Are you being serious?" There was no real good way to describe what Spyro was trying to say.

And my only response, "Yeah, I am really bad with names. Titles I can do, places and faces are not too difficult. Spells and other magical things are kind of easy or hard, that one depends, on stuff. But names? No matter how many times I try I cannot seem to get them in my head. Sorry, so what was her name again?"

"Stealth Elf" Spyro said slowly like he was talking to a three-year-old. Honestly, the nerve of this guy sometimes.

"Fine yeah. She is fine, she is currently in a room that has everything she needs, food water a warm bed to sleep on. I even gave her the ability to listen to music that she likes and stuff." I said listing some of the things that I did for her. I did try to have a conversation with her at one point but that went south very quickly. "You know for her name she isn't THAT stealthy."

I could tell that Spyro wasn't having any more of my attitude towards his friend and it led me to wonder why he was so fixed with this conversation. I then remembered the note that I wrote to him and what I had promised. Speaking straight from my thoughts without a filter, "Man I would hit myself for being so stupid, but that would just be stupid in the first place. Oh, the conundrum that is me." I then started to cast the spell I needed to get Stealth Elf out of her little cell. Her little house really now that I think about it. It took no more then a moment for her to appear in front of us and she landed ungracefully with a loud thud. I then pointed to her and said, "There you happy, there she is, now can we please drop this topic. I have to say that this was definitely not the fist conversation I wanted to have with you after everything that has happened." I crossed my arms in a mock pout. I don't know what it is but whenever I am around Spyro it feels like the real me just comes out and all of my old habits come back with a vengeance.

Spyro still seemed skeptical of Stealth Elf not sure if it is really her. She then gets up and looks at me with a large scowl across her face. Then she quickly turns to Spyro and teleports behind him and tackle hugs him to the ground. "I was so worried about you." She says as she gives him a big squeeze hug on the ground. "And I cannot believe that you actually went training in the middle of the night. What you did really made me want to have you as my sparring partner."

Spyro looked at her then looked at me hopping that I could provide an explanation. I shrugged my shoulders as said with a mock concern, as if defending myself, "She said she wanted to know what was going on so I gave her a TV that could basically spy on you guys." Spyro looked at me like I had just given a dangerous gift to her and he really didn't like the idea that he was being watched all the time. He then just started to laugh.

It was the kind of laugh you have when there was a lot on your plate and all of a sudden it gets lighter. That kind of nervous laugh that can make others feel a little uncomfortable when they are in the same room as you. It was really creeping me out and from the looks of it, Stealth Elf too. "I don't get it what is so funny?" I asked out of concern and curiosity.

Spyro slowed his laughing down a bit and spoke still chuckling at something. "Nothing. It's just this whole thing that has been going on. If this is what you would do to get someone to remember something, I cannot image what you would have to do to get them to forget something." I didn't know what he meant until I realized it. He was referring to the toad weed incident.

"You bastard." I said with my usual joking tone. All things considered it was kind of funny, for him at least. "I still have nightmares of that time you know." I then started to chuckle at it as well. Until I started to burst out in laughter myself. Despite everything else that has been going on in my existence, and all the stuff that I had seen, this one moment really was the funniest that I can recall in a long time.

And for the first time in forever, I was sharing it with my brother again. I could have died right there, and it would have been the happiest moment of my life.

Authors footnotes:

Hey everyone, hope you liked the chapter. Please feel free to write a comment or send me a PM if you want. I really do love chatting with the community here. I will get the next chapter done soon, no date as of yet. But I will post something latter on to let you all know when it is coming. Until next time.

Yours truly,

DJester