New chapter and this time shorter amount of time to update. Joke: "dragin' " and "dragon." Get it?

All Spyro characters are owned by Activision.


Spyro, Cynder, Flashwing, and Sunburn, along with Sparx, looked horrified at the three big Apes.

One Ape was a disgusting, hairy wart-covered enormous Ape with one eye as a green, shining jewel, with several scars run across his demented face. The second Ape was wearing purple armor and has a helmet with seven long, purple spikes. And the last one was a gold-hairy Ape with a brown belt, and wears a tall purple hat.

"What did you hear, Assassin?" asked green-eyed Ape.

"I didn't quite catch that, Gaul, what do you hear, Conductor?" asked Assassin who was the armored Ape.

The Conductor, who was the Ape with the purple hat, was busy sharping an Axe with a flat rock.

"Yeah, I heard it, too; a dragon barbecuing us with a blazing fire BLAST!" said Assassin, thumping a hammer on his hand.

"It was quite by accident; a simple grammar error," said Sparx, nervously. "Eh, eh, these dragons haven't been learning their language lesions quite properly."

As Sparx tried to lead the four dragons away, Gual grabbed him by the head.

"Wait a minute, I know you," said Gaul. "You're the king Ignitus's little butler."

"I, sir, happen to be the king's right-hand dragonfly," corrected Sparx, getting his nerves back together and slapping the Gaul's hand.

"What would you be called?" Assassin asked Spyro.

"The new King of Dragons," answered Spyro, firmly.

"A king, ea? Do you what happens to kings when they go outside their kingdom?" asked Gaul.

The three Apes started to circle around the four dragons, thumping their weapons.

"This is the future king your taking to," said Sunburn, stepping in front of Spyro. "You can't harm him."

"Well, they can, they actually can, we are their territory," stated Sparx.

"But, Sparx, you said to me their nothing but thin, smelly, unintelligent stiffs."

Sparx was flying nervously with great anxiety.

"Ix-nay on the intelligent stuff," whispered Sparx.

"Who are you calling 'intelligent stuff'?" demanded Assassin, up close to Sparx.

"Oh, look at the moon. It is starting to rise, and the sun is setting. I'm afraid we have to be."

Sparx tried to hurry the four dragons to run away. They were stopped by Gaul who hammered out a hammer in front the dragon runaways. Gaul got in their way. The dragons were totally surrounded.

"Where are you dragons going?" he asked, slily. "We need some guests to stick around for tonight's entertainment."

"Yes, we need someone to...," Assassin thought for a moment. "Draggin' a dragon's tail. Ha ha ha! Get it? Draggin' a dragon's tail."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" yelled Gaul. "Make me a dragon sword by using these dragons. Get it?"

The two apes burst into laughing. The Conductor started to move his pointed his arm in one direction as his mouth burst out, "Ninety degrees west. Ten cyclometers north. Little hatchlings moving away."

"Oh, shut up, Conductor, no one cares what you say," complained Gaul.

"Um," gulped Assassin. "Did we want a flee circus?"

"No, why?" asked Gaul.

"Cause there they flee," Assassin pointed at the four dragons running flying away.

At the moment they saw the Apes distracted at the dragon jokes, Spyro, Cynder, Flashwing, and Sunburn saw their opportunity and RAN! as fast as they can. Then they took off flying. But due to not knowing the place, they swung around different buildings. Into the fog they went flying without knowing where to go. But only to escape the Apes and their weapons. Drawing to a stop, they stopped and settled down near the castle.

"Did we lose those losers?" asked Flashwing, half (or a quarter) joking.

"Now's not the time to be funny, Flashwing," stated Sunburn, painting. "Hey, where's Sparx?"

There looked around and saw Sparx wasn't among them.

"Hey, where is-"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Up went flying an object going up like a rocket. The voice sounded like Sparx. There was heavy laughter coming from a hole with oranges and grey smoke. Spyro ran over and saw the Apes laughing their heads heads off. His three friends followed him.

"Hey, about you pick on someone bigger than your size?" he shouted.

"Like the future king like you?" asked Assassin. He pulled out an axe-spear more shining than the moon's bright light.

"Oh, no," said Spyro, horrified.

The Apes jumped out of the hole, slashing their weapons forward. Then four dragons turned and ran for their lives. But before they could take their tenth running step, a puff of smoke appeared in font of them. They stopped within inches. And in the smoke, Gaul and the Conductor was in the smoke.

"Peekapoo!" they said.

Gaul whacked the four dragons with his arms.

Spyro, Cynder, Flashwing, and Sunburn went stumbling yards away by Gaul's impact. Spyro and Cynder hit a building while Flashwing and Sunburn disappeared into a swirling fog. Spyro and Cynder fell to the ground heavily injured.

The three Apes surrounded them with thumping weapons.

"Hold still and don't move. You won't feel a thing."

The three Apes were laughing as they drew closer.

"Hey, was it her mother who fried her father, Conductor?" asked Gaul.

The Conductor, "The odds are... 100%."

"Parents are a bad thing these days esspely for dragon hatclings who don't have them," said Gaul, as the three raised their weapons. "Dragon parents who do not love their children. Too bad. So sad to see little die this young with no parents to watch them."

A roar loud as a truck engine echoed in the skies. The fog was light by beams of fire; fire of course burnt up the three Apes. Solar blazes of ice blew down from the sky, aiming at the fried Apes. They stood there like statues.

"I could be wrong," stated Gaul, in his frozen state.

Then the Fire Dragon Ignitus, Earth Dragon Terrador, Eletric Dragon Volteer, and Ice Dragon Cyril came flying down with Sparx. Terrador was carrying two injured Sunburn and Flashwing on his back.

Ignitus approached the three fried, frozen, wide-open-eyed Apes.

"If I ever see you harm my son again, you will be Gnorc meat."

The three Apes were moving their eyes each other other, barely could talk.

"I didn't know that dragon was your son, did you Assassin," asked Gual.

Assassin grunted, "No, I didn't know that. I never did."

Then they moved their eyes all the way to their left towards the Conductor. "Conductor?"

He groaned: "Yes, but how would I do I know that."

"That's enough," growled Terrador. He whipped his tail at the three Apes with one hard whip. The three stoned Apes went flying off in the distant horizon. "And that is how Golf was made: Dragons whipping Apes with their tails."

Sparx nodded at the King Ignitus who angrily looked at Spyro.

Spyro and Cynder got up with broken wings walked slowly up to the king.

"Dad, I-"

"You have disobeyed my commands, my son," grunted Ignitus.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Let us leave this place and pray we never come back," ordered Ignitus, ignoring his son. Ignitus took the first leave then Terrador, then Volteer, and finally Cyril. Sparx flew behind the Ice Dragon while the two youngest walked in the back, with their heads bending down in guilt.

"I thought you would be braver than a mouse," whispered Cynder.


As they walked to the outer boundaries of the Forgotten Realms, the sun was setting and the fog was lifting. From up top the castle's top, Malefor stood who had watched the entire scene. He looked in great anger and hate that the Guardians had arrived on time to save the young dragons before they could killed for entertainment itself.