darkSpyro

i can write some tomorrow though

yaya! *dances*

once there is a new chapter can you tell me in my guest book thing?

yeah! *is happy*

Tango hasnt wrote anything for ages

Thats kinda true... well Tango may be busy then sadly. *sighs*

i like this story so far! poor spyro!

ok ok...i was busy with other stufff *cough* playing opn spyro *cough* i'll write some tomorrow, coz it ten aclock here, promise.

Ready!

part 6

“Poor Neon” Cynder muttered “Heh heh heh” “Spyro!” “What?” “Never mind!” She snapped, “Hope it didn’t upset her to much…” Spyro thought, “Hey! You guys.” Neon rushed up to them, “I found a river up ahead, lucky huh? I wonder what did make that bridge break…” “Probably your weight” Spyro smiled “Are you saying I’m fat!?!” Neon said through gritted teeth “Spyro, Neon! Stop!” Cynder said, trying to break up the argument “Huh, fine, come Cynder, lets find a place to rest” Spyro scowled, “How dare he?” Spyro thought for the tenth time that evening.

Spyro, Cynder and Neon sat in silence, or rather lay “Why is it so quiet? I prefer it noisy.” “Spyro, you’ll complain about anything!” “Yeah!” Cynder agreed, “How dare he?” Spyro thought for the Eleventh time that evening.

“Late that night, Neon awoke, “Huh! Let’s see how that purple pest feels like when he’s humiliated by his friends!” He slowly stood and crept past the sleeping Spyro, then climbing up a tree he had saw earlier that day, grabbed a few leaves, “Now I just need a flower of a wanted colour…”

Spyro woke up earlier than the others, so he trotted down to the stream to drink, where he saw the most awful thing a Purple dragon could see, someone had dyed all the purple parts of his body…Pink! Spyro stared into the water at his reflection, trying not to scream, then jumped into the sparkling blue stream and tried to get the pinkness of him, using fish, rocks and stones as soap.

Cynder walked up a hill towards Spyro, who was in more of a stat then before he had tried to get the pinkness off, some had come off, the rest had stayed, he was also covered in blood and wounds from the stones “Spyro?” “Yeah?” Spyro said, still scowling “I’m sorry about what happened, maybe you just slept under the wrong tree.” “Yeah…right” Spyro strolled down the hill. Neon was bursting with laughter all day, Spyro knew he had done it, this was the last strand!

awesome! you put alot of work into this!

you put in strand instead of stand. but thats really good! *chants* DO MORE DO MORE DO MORE DO MORE!

That was great

heh heh...i made spyro pink....do some in few min's gotta check my stuff, Ie: here

lolzz i likee

Well, sorry if i'm bumping this but i will be writing more soon. (computer crises got in the way)

YEY!!

urmm...slight hold up because of my year 6 leavers asembly and the year 6 leavers party, soz.

beutiful, actually quite inspiring, could i possibly intigrate some of this into my book, i really love reading what people write

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you put in strand instead of stand. but thats really good! *chants* DO MORE DO MORE DO MORE DO MORE!

i ment strand.

oh. what's strand??

its a saying "that was the last strand" and i'm sorry i can't do more right now but word isn't downloaded on the computer i'm using.

please continue this, its awesome

yea

this is realy cool

is this story even going on? its been a while now!!

it will, when word is dowloaded on my computer!