darkSpyro

Startin' soon.

ok hurry

This sounds interesting...

I never wanted to get rid of my robe and mask. Its part of who I am. I didn't wan't to speak of tell them though.

They were all surrounding me. I didn't like it. I wish I could shout at them as loud as I possibly could for them to shift out of my sight. But that would make it worse. I clenched my teeth and scampered away.

"Where is she going?" Asked one of the dragons. The voice faded away. I pretended I didn't hear. I sped up so they didn't run after me. Finally, I dropped towards the ground and panted. I esteemed my self, but I was distracted by a beautiful flowing river. It was surrounded by neatly cut grass. I explored it more until I heard a sound. I leaped back in fear. Who was it? Was someone here to kill me?

It was a small purple dragon. He had two yellow coated horns on the top of his head along with a dash of a custard yellow crest that drooped down. I stared at him. He looked quite neat and, perfect. You know that feeling?

"Are you ok, sir?"

I was silent for awhile; I wanted to talk to him. Finally I stood forward.

"What is a necklace?" I asked. I knew it was random, but he didn't laugh. I felt even more warmer inside.

The young dragon rumaged around the grass violently.
"Great!" He cried unevenly. A yellow fly fluttered around and dropped a pink heart charm on golden string down. A necklace. It was beautiful. It flew down like a butterfly. I wanted it. "Sparx!" He then snapped. Sparx giggled.

"Thats for Nanny!"
Sparx buzzed a few words. "You don't care about that old bat?" The young dragon himself giggled. He then looked at me.
"Do want a necklace?"
I suspected that it was a necklace. He pushed it towards me.

"Why are you wrapped around in those robes?... and that mask..." He garbled clearly. I blinked twice hard. I didn't want to talk about it. But I wanted to talk to him. My creased voice gurgled lightly and then sighed deeply.
"I am Ember," I said completly off subject. "And I wear these robes because..."

ohhh suspense. good start.

cool. i want to know why she wears the robes,and mask.

They was another distraction. A pink dragon was rushing over to the dragon.
"Spyro!" She cried, holding a broom up in the air. She noticed I was holding her necklace.

-Just a quick add on.

ok i think that pink dragon with the broom is the nanny. i wonder what she's going to do with that broom.

Im a bit confused, but it's good so far.

"Who is that?" She snapped.

I recoiled back.

Nother add onn

Good story so far, although i'd prefer it if the parts were as long as the first part
It's only a suggestion so you can do it how you like it
Good going

Her french accent tinged in my ears. I glanced up to show respect. The old woman smiled.
"Its yours to keep child, as long as you ptimise me one tiny thing,"

I was quite flabbergasted, but grateful too.
"Why, thank you," I spluttered. She shifted out of the scene with no other words.

"Phew! Close one!" Relaxed the dragon. "By the way, I am Spyro,"

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nice.