Little story I wrote to mark twenty-five years of Spyro the Dragon. Having been a huge fan of this classic character since childhood, it's only fitting I make a story to celebrate this landmark of when his first game arrived - and is still loved to this day. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Spyro.
"Spyro! Could you come over here please? We need you!"
Awoken upon hearing he was being called, Spyro opened his eyes. He sleepily opened his eyes before lifting himself reluctantly from the soft, comfy grassy grounds. The small purple dragon yawned and stretched his scaly body. He trotted off in the direction he'd heard the voice calling for him.
"What am I needed for this time, Sparx?" Spyro mumbled to the golden dragonfly that was following him. "I never get any rest."
Sparx said nothing. He just remained by his best friend's side as always.
"Well we'll soon find out, pal. The sooner we get it over with, the sooner I can go back to sleep…"
Spyro strode through the silver moonlight which lit up the lush green lands of the Artisan Worlds. He weaved his way around the nearby sheep, who were careful to keep out of his way, knowing how much the young dragon liked the charge at and toast them.
"Here he comes…"
Spyro's ears perked up upon hearing a voice speak urgently from over the hillock he was passing over. He frowned, realising it was the same voice which had woken him. He shook his head and reached the top of the hill - before coming to an abrupt stop.
"Surprise!"
A stunned look crossed the purple dragon's face at the sight which greeted him.
Gathered together over the other side of the hill were all of the other dragons. They were all gazing towards towards Spyro with broad, elated smiles. Surrounding them were colourful balloons while a table covered in buffet food stood behind them. Hanging over them was a big banner which clearly displayed its message in large colourful letters.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, SPYRO
Spyro's jaw hung open, his eyes so wide they nearly popped out from his head.
"What's this?" he exclaimed. "A party?"
"Of course it's a party!" One of the other dragons stepped forward. "A party for you, Spyro!"
"For me?"
"To mark your anniversary!"
"Anniversary?" Spyro uttered, completely dumbfounded. "I don't understand."
The old dragon approached the puzzled youngster. He crouched down to be eye level with him, a warm gaze on his face.
"It's been twenty-five years since you first proved yourself to be a hero, Spyro. None of us would be here now if it weren't for you. We'd all still be encased in crystalline while our treasure and eggs would have all been long stolen by those pesky thieves."
Spyro's face brightened up upon realising what he was being reminded of. He was astonished by how much time had passed since his first adventure. It seemed like only yesterday when the little dragon had set off on the big journey he'd stopped at nothing to complete, saving all of the other dragons and recovering the stolen treasure and eggs.
"Wow! Had it really been that long since I kicked Gnasty Gnorc's butt?" he asked. "It's a good thing dragon's age so super slowly, otherwise I'd be just as old as all you guys!"
The others laughed heartily. Spyro was still that same cheeky dragon who'd rescued them all that time ago. Though so much time had passed since he'd foiled Gnasty Gnorc's scheme, he was still as mischievous as ever, not afraid to dish out snark to his elders.
"Well, Spyro." The dragon in front of him stood up and gestured to something stood nearby. "Would you like to do the honours?"
Spyro turned to look.
Sat nearby on the ground was a chest. It was different to all the ones he'd broken all those years ago to recover the stolen treasure. The lid of it was thrown open to reveal it was not filled with gems - but instead with fireworks.
Spyro grinned excitedly. He shit a quick glance towards Sparx, who was hovering alongside him, nodding his tiny head encouragingly.
"With pleasure!"
With every ounce of strength he could muster in his little body, Spyro took a deep breath - before blasting a shower of golden flames out of his mouth and all over the chest.
The fireworks sprung into life as their fuses were lit by the purple dragon's fiery breath. They fizzled and flickered for a moment before launching out of the chest. They wizzed and whistled as they flew high up over the lands - before burst within the night sky, lighting it up in all their glory.
Down on the ground, Spyro gasped softly. His mouth hung open in awe at the fireworks going off above him. His shining wide eyes reflected the bright colours that they were made up of. A huge warmth was spreading inside his chest - which for once, was not coming from his fire, but from his heart.
"This is the best anniversary that a dragon could ever ask for," he murmured to Sparx. "Ever."
The other dragons watched Spyro warmly. All were happy that he liked his surprise. It was the least he deserved after saving them all those years ago - and continued to prove himself a brave, courageous hero to this day. They all knew that inside that little dragon was a big heart.
"Happy anniversary, Spyro the Dragon!"
Thanks for reading! Hope you guys liked this! Here's to many, many, many more years of this little purple dragon toasting bad guys, gathering treasure and saving the day! Long live Spyro! :D