Someone said that I just glue and paste parts of the original story. Well, it is not a lie, but from now on will try to make more original approaches. If you keep Reading, I promisse to try making this a good fiction for you to read. Thank you all for the support.
Spyro was heading towards the market place. He couldn't help but look constantly around him, as if worried with something. Today he decided to take a short cut hoping that he will not encounter who he was afraid of finding today.
It was by taking this shortcut that Spyro saw one thing he usually did not saw. Actually, he heard it.
"Everyday, I spent dreaming, wishing for you to come into my life." Someone was singing, companied by some guitar or similar instrument. "Huh?" Spyro's head turned to the place where the song was coming, as it continued.
"I play back, the day I saw you and I have wished it all this time." Spyro became curious, he walked a few more, and was able to saw the source of the music: it was a wolf, one with grey colored fur and amber colored eyes, wearing white light clothing, he was sitting in the ground with a guitar in his hands, and he played it as he sang.
"I'll chase you, until I find you, and we will be together 'til the end." The wolf sang as he played the guitar, his voice was very beautiful, he was really skilled in both singing and at the guitar. Spyro found himself unable to look away.
"I'll hold on into you and if I lose you I'll go after you again." There was more than just music in the wolfs words, like he was singing something form deep inside. Like he was talking about his own heart.
"Becasue I love you endlesly. I feel like you are a piece of me, which I chase, relentlesly. I'll fight to have you by my side." The wolf sang, and for what Spyro could see, with all his heart. "If they say our love, is a heresy, I'll fight to show them our purity! How can our love be insanity if you are my clarity?"
The wolf sang the last lines, and then he stopped, sighing loud. In this moment, Spyro walked forward, and the wolf sighted him.
At first, the wolf's eyes widened at him, looking him up and down. Spyro frowed, he was already used to this, and started to back away slowly. But then the wolf's expression softened, and he said "Hello."
Spyro, by seeing his friendly expression, lose his shyness, and then said "Hello. You are a good singer."
The wolf smiled at the sincere compliment "Thank you."
"I never heard this song you were singing. Is a new one?" Spyro asked, the wolf smiled, but Spyro could notice something with his eyes "Yeah, well, not exactly new. You see, I wrote this song, years ago, for someone I liked very much."
"You wrote?" Spyro asked amazed "You have real talent." The wolf chuckled "You know, actually, writing a song is not that hard, not if you put your heart to it. I bet you could."
"No, I don't think so." Said the purple dragon "I don't have talent for this. Actually, I don't think I have talent for anything." He said, remembering how his parents sometimes said he was good for nothing.
"No sense!" said the wolf, almost making Spyro jump "I bet you can write beautiful lyrics. Hey, what about this. I made a melody, but I never wrote lyrics for it." He said, and he demonstrated by playing the piece of melody for Spyro "Why don't you try writing lyrics for it? Then we can say we wrote the song together."
Spyro looked at the wolf. He seemed sincere and really believe that Spyro could do this, though Spyro had no idea of how to do such a thing. "Well, it seems really… interesting…" Spyro said slowly, not wanting to upset the wolf, who was being so nice to him, different from all the others in the city "I don't know how to write a song. I wouldn't know where to start."
"You can write a song about how you feel." Said the wolf "You can write about what makes you happy or sad, about what you like, about something you wished to change, you can even write a song for someone who you like to tell how you feel about them."
Spyro looked at him "Well, maybe…" Said Spyro "But, I guess I would not have time. I have lot of things to do in my house, and my parents-Oh!" Exclaimed Spyro suddenly remembering where he was suppose to go.
"My, I'll be late. Sorry, but I need to go to the market and buy a few things." Said Spyro "I have to get home soon." The wolf chuckled "Okay, go your way. But think about what I asked you. By the way, my name is Yuri."
"Yeah, I will try, and I'm Spyro." Was all the purple dragon said before walking rushed, leaving behind a smiling wolf behind him.
As Spyro walked down the alleyway, 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 talking from behind him.
"Well if it isn't Spyro the reject dragon" said one voice that Spyro recognized, but prayed that was not who he was thinking as he turned around.
His pray wasn't heard.
It was Blast. One fire dragon with ruby red scales and cream colored underbelly and wing membrane, and a silver colored tail blade with the shape of an arrow, who was just a few years older than Spyro and a few feet bigger, that had a little knack for tormenting Spyro every time they meet.
With him were 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 slowly backed away from Blast, praying that this time he would let him go.
"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 even know you're as dumb as a the brick that we stand upon, for all you know I could be king of this town" said Blast "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 even try and run from us?" asked Blast. "You know that you are too weak to get away" continued the red dragon 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 without a shown of 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 and walked away laughing.
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? thought Spyro.
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" said Spyro 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.
"Didn't 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" said Spyro nervously.
Terrador became furious when he heard this. He then grabbed Spyro by his neck as tightly as possible, and said "YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!". He roared in the most absolute fury "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 father, stop!" said Spyro through tears.
But Terrador paid no attention Spyro and started to hover his mace like a 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!" said Terrador while he repeatedly slammed his tail several more times into different parts of Spyro's body in between each word. Spyro's body felt numb. 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 any more" said Terrador with a similar grin.
He then picked him up as roughly as possible, but thankfully, Spyro hardly felt it. He then dragged him to a nearby window and with all of his might he throw 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 knew that it was just the start.
Though it was already getting dark, one figure saw all that happened, and walked to the shape of the broken dragon that was in the ground. It gasped when saw what shape the poor dragon was in, and even more because it recognized the dragon. This figure was Yuri, the wolf Spyro knew earlier this day.
"Spyro!" he exclaimed terrified, as he knell by his side, and checked his pulse. It was weak, but it was still there. "Spyro, what happened to you!?" He asked "Spyro, can you hear me!? SPYRO!?"
There was no doubt several of Spyro's bones were broken, but what most worried him was his wing. By the condition it was in, Spyro was most likely never going to fly again. But Yuri shook off this thought.
He picked up Spyro as gently as possible, and the young dragon groaned. He carried him in his arms as he started to run "Don't worry, Spyro." He said as he ran as fast as his legs could propel him "Just stay wake. Stay with me." He said as he darted across the night.