Hello everyone who's reading this fanfic! I'm Topaz16! If you're reading this then you probably read the last chapter which contained all the information on how we came up with the idea for this story-in-the-making.
I'm new to the whole 'collaboration' thing and I'm still getting used to everything. Unfortunately, due to school, it'll take me quite a bit to write these chapters but don't worry, I never leave anything unfinished.
I do not own any part of the Spyro franchise. I also do not own the song I used in this chapter during Spyro's dream. I only own my Cat Wizard OC, Macy.
Chapter 2: Cold, Cough and a Chat
Spyro only felt worse and worse as he approached his house, to the point where when he entered he felt like he was going to pass out. Wow, this cold's taking its toll on me…how could those baby dragons have so much energy? Spyro wondered as he trudged towards his kitchen table.
His house was very tidy, perhaps because he was always out on adventures so he didn't have time to mess anything up in the first place. It consisted of a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and bedroom, pretty much all the necessities needed for just one or two people. Sure, he was a hero but living large wasn't his thing.
The young, purple dragon set the flier from earlier on the circular, wooden table and stared at the small black and white square tiles on his floor as he walked out of the room.
"Sparx, are you back yet?" Spyro tried to call as loud as he could without straining his voice. At this point, a small crack in his voice could be heard as if he were going through puberty. He waited for an answer for a few seconds and got nothing. "I guess not…"
He continued to drag himself to his room. As he left the kitchen, the foundation of the floor changed from hard, cold, square tiles to a soft, tan-colored carpet. As the dragon's paws touched the comfortable surface it made him want to stop and sleep there. For a second he could feel his eyes start to close as he stood there, admiring his floor, but he decided that his bed would be a way better place to rest.
Spyro continued to look at the ground, starting to regret that he just didn't take a small rest on the ground. He knew he couldn't let a cold get the best of him. If the baby dragons could handle a simple illness, so could he. Besides, he's been through way worse things. Getting sick may be normal for others but when it comes to someone with a strong immune system like his, he's not used to something like this.
"Almost there." Spyro spoke to himself aloud while walking up some hard, dark, wooden steps.
He then turned his attention to his room. The walls were painted a nice tan color that was similar to that of the rug in his living room downstairs. There was only but one lamp in his room, it was a small one on his nightstand which was to the right of his bed. The lamp was a black dragon with a crème-colored lampshade hovering over top. His bed was big enough for two people despite him being the only one to sleep in it. A denim comforter with multiple designs sewn in it covered his white and Carolina blue striped sheets. His pillows were big and soft, just the way he liked them. They had some sort of blue color to them, to go along with the color scheme of his bed.
The only other things in this heroic dragon's room were a small, wooden desk with a few drawers and a piece of paper on it, a window with a white windowsill, a small, wooden bookshelf, and a wooden closet which he rarely used since he wasn't a big fan of wearing clothes.
He walked over to his comfortable looking bed and pulled the covers up so he could get under. After making himself comfortable, he pulled the covers right over his shoulders but below his head. He started to close his eyes and before he knew it, he was asleep and starting to dream.
In his dream, he was walking along Dragon Shores beach in the middle of the night. It was as if he wasn't even asleep. The waves crashed on the shore and touched his paws, the water felt slightly cold even though he was just dreaming. The stars shined brightly in the night sky and the full moon hung over head.
Spyro continued to walk down the shoreline of the beach, thinking he was alone until he heard something.
Put all your angels on the edge
Keep all the roses, I'm not dead
I left a thorn under your bed
What was this sound he heard? It was some sort of operatic melody. It was different, it was soothing, it was beautiful… He never heard a voice like this before.
I'm never gone
Something attracted the headstrong hero to this singing. He wondered where it was coming from and who could've possibly made music so great.
Go tell the world I'm still around
I didn't fly, I'm coming down
you are the wind, the only sound
Whisper to my heart
when hope is torn apart
and no one can save you
From far away, all he could tell was that the voice was female. The purple, scaly creature was instantly drawn to it and felt himself nearing the source. It was as if he were possessed by something.
I walk alone
Every step I take
I walk alone
My winter storm
Holding me awake
It's never gone
When I walk alone
He saw something in the distance; he could make out the shape of some sort of creature sitting on the rocks that happened to be jutting out about a few feet away from where he was standing.
Spyro continued to drag himself toward the figure, eager to see who or what it was. Even though he was willing to go see the creature who was producing this beautiful sound, he felt as though something came over him and was almost controlling him.
Go back to sleep forever more
Far from your fools and lock the door
They're all around and they'll make sure
You don't have to see
What I turned out to be
no one can help you
The singing stopped when he got up close to the figure, though he could only see the back. All that was visible was the female's long, wavy, flowing, lilac hair. It covered her whole back. Since she was sitting with her back facing him, Spyro couldn't see much except her hair, her arms, which were resting to the sides of her, and her ears. Her arms were long, skinny, humanlike, and Carolina blue in color. Her ears, on the other hand, were a strange shape. They looked like the gills of a fish, I guess one would call them gill-ears.
Spyro didn't want to scare her but was curious to see what the front of her looked like. In all the realms and different places he's travelled to in his entire life, he hasn't seen any creature like this.
He never did get to see the front of her though. A sudden coughing fit woke him up. Now out of his dream state, he was coughing rapidly. His coughs were deep and hoarse with a hint of mucus. Overall, they were very displeasing to the ear.
No! Out of all the times to get a coughing fit why do I have to get it when I was about to see who that person was? Spyro's mind went just as crazy as his coughs did. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut and fall back to sleep but his constant coughing kept him up. He decided that it was time for him to get a glass of water.
He warily walked out of his room and down the steps. When he reached the living room he stopped for a moment and started to ponder. Normally dreams didn't make a big impact on him but his secret talent was singing so he was interested in who this girl was. Perhaps he would have the dream again when he fell back to sleep? More like if he fell back to sleep, this cold was probably going to keep him up all night.
Spyro figured that the quicker he would get a drink and get out of there, the quicker he could go to bed and hopefully have that dream again. He walked into the black and white tiled room. The walls were plain white as well as many other things in there such as the refrigerator, the microwave, and the counters. He walked over to the metal sink and grabbed a glass cup out of a nearby counter. Spyro turned the faucet up and filled it up a little more than half way.
He walked over to the table where he had put the flier on earlier and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs there. It was uncomfortable for him to sit there since he wasn't feeling too well; the chair was too hard for him. He slumped back and tried to relax. He closed his eyes and took a sip of his cold water.
"There you are." a voice buzzed. Spyro knew this voice anywhere but opened one eye just to make sure it was who he thought it was.
"Hey there Sparx." Spyro said in a low, raspy voice. He let out a few harsh coughs and took another sip of his water.
"Are you alright?" Sparx buzzed in his native tongue since he couldn't speak English.
Spyro shook his head. "Remember how I went to babysit some baby dragons today?" Spyro asked. He didn't reply until Sparx shook his head in reply. "Well, they kind of got me sick when they were bouncing on me and trying to tackle me…"
"That explains why you were asleep so early. I got home a few hours ago and saw that you were asleep so I didn't want to wake you up. You kept coughing and I couldn't sleep. Finally, when I started dozing off I realized you weren't there so I came to find you," Sparx explained sympathetically.
Spyro felt bad for keeping Sparx up all night. "I'm sorry buddy." Spyro apologized. "This cold is a tough one." Spyro sighed and took a couple more sips of his water. He could tell he was losing his voice more and more with every word that came out of his mouth.
Sparx decided to switch the subject when he saw the A4-sized piece of pale yellow paper on the table next to him. "What's this?" Sparx questioned his pal curiously while flying over to the paper and landing on it.
"Oh, it's an advertisement. It's about a job opening at Dragon Shores to be a part-time lifeguard." Spyro told the yellow dragonfly.
As Sparx skimmed the paper his look changed from a curious one to one of disbelief. "Tomorrow's Friday, you know." Sparx stated.
"And I plan on going to Dragon Shores tomorrow." Spyro said confidently despite his sickness.
"I don't think that's a great-" Sparx started to say slowly but was interrupted by some rough coughing, coming from his best friend, that made him sound like he was choking on something. Sparx blurted, "I don't think that's a good idea. You should get some rest. Why don't you just go on Monday instead? This will give you the whole weekend to rest."
Spyro took a sip of water to stop his coughing. He could feel the cold liquid slowly slip down his esophagus and cause him some relief. He argued, "I'm starting tomorrow. A little cold can't bring me down."
Sparx fought, "But I'm worried about you; you should rest!"
Spyro gulped down the rest of his water but it didn't seem to do any good for his voice. "I'm going upstairs," were his last words for the night. The teenager started to have a slight headache. He put his glass in the sink and opened up his freezer in search of an icepack.
He found a small, blue icepack near the back of the freezer and carried it back to his room in his mouth. After he plopped into his bed, he positioned the icepack on his head right where he wanted it. It lay between his two horns, cooling him down a bit.
Spyro's purple eyelids slowly started to close and he thought about tomorrow, completely forgetting about the dream he had before.
Spyro got up out of bed so quickly that he nearly fainted. A wave of dizziness swept over him and for a second he went blind. His head was so numb from the icepack being on it all night that he didn't even realize it fall off of his head until he heard a thump! on the ground.
He clutched his forehead and waited until he regained his eyesight before picking up the icepack. Today's the day, he thought as he looked at a digital alarm clock that sat on his nightstand. The blue numbers indicated that it was already noon. Wow! I slept that late?
As he headed downstairs to get some breakfast he thought, At least I can talk in my mind without having a raspy voice.
Spyro found a glass of orange juice on the table next to some eggs and bacon. Was that for him? He walked over to the table and saw a small, purple post-it note with writing on it. He picked it up and started to read it.
Dear Spyro,
I'm still worried about you and I don't think you should go to Dragon Shores today. Since you slept in so late, I decided to make you some breakfast but you'll have to heat it up since it'll probably be cold. I wish I could've stayed here to check up on you but I promised Zoe that I would spend some time with her today. I hope you like the breakfast and I hope you get well soon!
Your buddy,
Sparx
Spyro set the small paper down and smiled. He would have to thank Sparx later for being such a great friend.
He grabbed the porcelain plate and brought it over to a small, white microwave and heated up his food for about forty seconds. That should be enough, Spyro thought while taking the steamy plate out of the microwave. He didn't dare talk out loud because he wanted to save his voice for when he would go to Dragon Shores.
The small, but tough, dragon set the dish down on the table and took a seat. He clutched a nearby metal fork in one of his claws and stabbed the scrambled eggs on his plate. He put a piece in his mouth and it burned like crazy. I guess Sparx didn't make this too long ago… He was either going to have to wait until his food cooled down or just eat it slowly.
Spyro sighed. This was going to be a long day but he was still excited for what was to come.
Here's chapter two! I hope you liked it! (: Sorry it took me forever, with school around things get busy. Flowerstar will be writing the next chapter. I ended it here because I didn't want to ruin her plans for what happens at Dragon Shores in the next chapter and I wasn't sure where to go from here. XD
Anyways, please review. It would mean a lot to us and constructive criticism is welcome, just no flames. =)
