Now Spyro meets a few strangers in a distant land.
For this chapter, I really have to think how to turn this away from the Lion King similarities. I overdosed on some chapters. This story isn't a musical. So I really needed to improvise on this chapter. For this chapter, I'm going to use Skylanders: Whirlwind, Stealthelf, and Ignitor. So this is going to be a crossover of Legend of Spyro, Skylanders, and the original series.
All characters are owned by Activision.
Spyro ran all night in the extreme wasteland that seemed to go on forever and ever. The wastelands have been a land of lost souls, where dragons or other creatures go and never come back. It is said there were would be even more waiting worse disasters to happen. Spyro had never heard of the lands he was running in.
The site of his dead father had gave him a great trauma, a horrifying experience for him to see. Spyro will never get that image out of his mind, and will be with him forever.
As the next morning arrived in the wastelands, Spyro's body was overheating and fell to the ground. Even though he was a Purple Dragon, he was still young and fragile like glass. He didn't have the abilities to enough in the wastelands.
At midday, Spyro was completely unconscious, and footsteps of Death Hounds were coming his way. Ten had surrounded Spyro. It seemed the young Purple Dragon prince had met his match.
"CHARGE!"
Voices shouted in the sky. Fire glazed. A rainbow sparkled. And green leaves blew. The Death Hounds were caught by surprise in a surprising attack on them.
Three strange-like creatures were coming towards them. A metaled body knight with two metal arms and metal legs came running and swinging his sword at the Death Hounds. A white-blue, feathered-winged, horned dragon, which seemed to be Spyro's age and height, flew overhead and shoot out rainbow blasts at the Death Hounds. And a blue-haired, green-skinned, glowing-eyed elf wearing a brown fest started swoosh and move around like a ninja, swinging two bone daggers at the Death Hounds.
"Silent but Deadly!"cried the elf.
"Twists of Fury!" said the blue dragon.
"Slash and Burn!" shouted the flaming metal knight.
These three strange creatures started rampaging the Death Hounds, striking, pounding, roaring at the Death Hounds with great haste and strength and a fiery blade.
The Death Hounds ended up becoming the Dead Hounds. It is ironic that the Death Hounds ended up becoming dead themselves. Even the title of dangerous creatures that would bring a certain bad thing on someone would end up backfiring on the named creatures they are named after.
After the small victory, the horned dragon, the green elf, and the metal man stood atop a pile of dead Death Hounds.
"Oh, oh. I really love these things," said the fiery metal man. "Putting death on Death Hounds. This day can't get any better."
""Ha ha ha ha," laughed the blue-horned dragon. "We always change the name of Death Hounds to Dead Hounds. I love the sound of Dead instead of Death."
"And I can't agree more, Whirlwind. And I, Ignitor, would have burn them with my metal firsts."
"And I would have stabbed them with my unicorn horn. In fact, I could have taken them on my own."
"On your own?" laughed Ignitor. "You could barely hold up against an ogre."
"Well, you can't stand being in the rainy weather by the unicorns."
"And your a hybrid of dragon and unicorn. How did you even come by us?"
"Well, at least I'm more flexible, more agile, and more flyable than you are, metal man."
"Who are you calling metal man, genetic hybrid?"
"And who are you calling genetic hybrid?"
"Hey, guys?" said the green elf.
Whirlwind and Ignitor both stopped with her horn and his flaming sword ready to clash.
"Yes, Stealth Elf?" they both said, glazing at the green elf in battle formation.
"You two rivalheads better come look at this. It seems something drew the Death Hounds in one group."
"Really?" they both said again.
The dragon/unicorn hybrid and the flaming metal man both down to Stealth Elf who was standing right near Spyro's body. Unknowingly to them, they were right beside a prince.
Whirlwind looked curiously at Spyro's body, who was laid on his side with his wings piled over his legs and one of his feet over his head.
"Ok, so who or what do we have here?"
Ignitor poked his flaming sword on Spyro's tail. There was no sudden reaction coming from the young Purple Dragon.
"Well, it's dead. Time to go."
Ignitor walked away from Spyro's body.
"Hang on a minute," said Stealth Elf, grabbing Ignitor on his backside. "I want to know about this poor fellow. I might as well move his foot so I can see his face."
Stealth Elf dropped her daggers and removed Spyro's foot from his face.
"Whoa! It is a Purple Dragon!" shouted Ignitor. "What is a Purple Dragon doing all the way out here?"
"I don't know," answered Stealth Elf. "Let's take him back to our place and ask him ourselves."
"Why? He could be a spy."
"I don't think so because he looks like he is my age," stated Whirlwind. "And it looks like he is dehydrated. He needs water now."
"Ok," reluctantly agreed Ignitor. "But if he attacks our home, I'm blaming you two for it."
With Ignitor agreeing, the three carried Spyro all the way towards a nearby forest.
