Cleveland Wiltz, I am not goig to cancel this fanfiction. Man Of The Forest, I am glad to say that I made this chapter in response to your review. Thank you all for your reviews, I am sory for the delay, I hope you like this chapter. Will the next chapter will have an adventure with Sparx and Spyro? I am not sure, depends on you guys.
Race for Sparx
Steam rose from their nostrils as they all waited for the elder dragon to whistle. This was the time they had all been waiting for, the time when all young dragons raced across the river to the flower beds a mile away to pick their dragonfly companions. There was so much conversation about which of the dragons would get the best. The small green one with the white crest, the large red female with the purple crest, the medium sized dragon with the yellow crest. They were all expected to show their very best. None of them wanted to get stuck with the weakest butterfly in the flower beds.
"Flame, he is my best bet." Said a small blue dragon.
"I say it'll be Sparky." A Red dragon said.
"The purple dragon, he's the best." A large white dragon said.
Spyro knew that he wasn't the best male dragon in the field of a hundred. He was the smallest and the least noticed. His yellowed crests had grown little more than last year and he had only grown an inch or two during the summer growing months. Slowly looking to his right, Spyro noticed that their were Unicorn foals, yearlings, playing games and receiving their butterfly friends. The pegesus foals, also yearlings, were competing for their moth friends. He could also see Cheetah cubs, Kangaroos and other creatures competing for other flying creatures. This was the day that all of their lives would change forever.
Elder Thomas, an orange dragon with blue crests, looked at the last four years crop of young dragons and frowned. This was by possibly the worst crop ever to be born. All of them had deformities. About half were small, while the others were large and clumbsy. Elder Magnus felt the same, his exquist orange scales and yellow eyes nodding away to the good ones and shaking to the others. The only one he noticed, was Flame, the big, yet not large, red dragon. Elder Titan, the oldest and foggest of the elders that haad white scales and grey crests over his eyes, agreed to this. Although he noticed the pink dragon with the yellow crest more, he agreed that this lot was useless. Elder Astro and Elder Red had both picked the smallest dragon of the lot, the small green dragon.
Victero and Magnus watched as the whistle was blown. Victero was very worried, worried not because of the lot of dragons, but because of the amount of sarcasism sent up by everyone. He had personally trained half of these dragons. And he knew that this was not a bummed out crop, they were a fine bunch of youngsters.
Spyro sped up to his best speed ever reached. Ember, a small pink dragon with no crests whatsoever, watched him as he race by her. She had expected to be in the fourth place, due to her risky and fast turns. Sparky, the small green dragon with the white crests, was quickly swallowed up by Spyro's quickening pace. He couldn't believe his eyes, the purple dragon was fast indeed. Spyro was almost there, just one dragon left.
Flame must have heard him, because he quickened his pace. But it was to no use. Spyro flew past him. Jumping into the water and swimming as fast as he could to the other bank, he felt his heart ache. He couldn't keep this up for long. The flower bed was just ahead, a mile away. A quick flash of his tail and soon he was there. The first thing he heard was gasps of surprise, hate and sarcasism. He saw Flame run up, he looked tired and sad. Sparky and Ember were next, then all the others. None of them were happy. Spyro walked over to the first flower and looked in. A small yellow dragonfly looked up and smiled. It flew up and did circles around Spyro for awhile. Everone started booing as the dragonfly sat itself down onto Spyro's back. Elder Thomas walked up to Spyro, spoke a few words then left.
"Spyro has made his pick, the dragonfly Sparx." Elder Thomas said.
"Hi, my name is Spyro." Spyro said.
"Mine is Sparx." Sparx said.
"You look thirsty." Spyro said.
"I am, really am." Sparx said.
Spyro walked over to the river and slowly, he lowered his body down. Sparx drank his full and then he fluttered off to Spyro's head. Soon, he was fast asleep, and so was Spyro. Flame had picked a fiery red dragonfly named Gamex. Ember had picked a white dragonfly named Usho. Sparky had picked a green dragonfly named Terwai. Now, they had all fallen asleep, side by side by side. Soon, all the booing turning to awes and then everyone left. They days event was over, and they were all somewhat satisfied with the result. Now it was time to go to whatever they were doing before they had been drawn to the race.