darkSpyro

Just to note, this is an old story I wrote a while ago which I'm not likely to finish.

Mother tucked me in the comfortable baby blue blanket. I pressed my face against the warm, familiar smell and changed into my favourite position as I heard Mother pad away to her nest. I shut my eyes downwards, but after a few seconds they opened wide again. I moved out of my position and turned. I shut my eyes again. They opened again. This time I was provoked. Tomorrow was my Birthday. I just couldn't wait to see what gifts I got this year. Every year the gifts got better and better. Since this was my tenth birthday, the gift must be something worth waiting for. I moved again, pulling my tubby, chestnut tail to my face. I sniffed and blinked hard, as immobile as the sub-zero ice outside. I pondered about what wonderful present I would get. Last year I got twenty gold coins, which I still haven't spent to this day. I could hear soft mumbling by Mother's nest, which made me think of tomorrow even more. What if I get one hundred golden coins? That would last me a whole five years. What if I get two hundred golden coins? I pulled the malleable blanket further towards me and gradually closed my huge olive eyes down after one or two hard blinks. I took a deep exhale out from my gullet and snorted. My legs crossed one another as I stretched my podgy, short arms into the freezing air of the winter’s night.

“Ash, wake up my dearest,” Called Mother’s cooling voice barely audible. “Darling?” She called once more. I finally decided to open my eyes and smell the fresh new morning. A mound of exhilaration leaped in my heart, as I lifted myself up. I had never felt so contented. I always felt happier and happier every birthday. I hastily plucked the blanket away and leaped out of the nest, lackadaisical of the hay that had stuck to my hard scaled claw. I skipped along the never-ending, bright hall way, eyeing the ancient paintings of wise elderly dragons Mother had been bought as a gift or bided at the docile and popular weekly dragon auction. At length, I finally caught eye of Mother’s large nest. Papa had gone to work by now. Papa had a significant job at the temple as one of the five elemental dragons, Ignitus, Cyril, Volteer and my Papa, Mares. I only get to see Papa at events or if I wake up early, which is only about four times I get to see him in a year since I always wake up late. Papa told me there was another guardian for a new element called Convexity, his name was Malefor. Papa told me that he had retired years ago, but somehow I didn’t believe him. I expected to catch my eye onto a few heavy taupe bags padded with shiny bullion, securely wrapped with the finest strand. But I didn’t. I saw a petite brunette parcel, with my name in hefty bold text on the front, ink splashed violently in one situate and an additional. I was very disappointed. I frowned, but then glanced at Mother. I strained a prompt simper, and sauntered towards the diminutive, harrowing gift. It might not be all I consider. I remember Mother teaching me never to judge a living thing by size, not who they act as; who they are. To be sincere, I only understood one ingredient. I began to tear the inflexible paper apart. The noise bounced around in my head, repeating again and again. Finally the parcel opened. I deeply sighed. A ripe red apple toppled over on the ripped paper. Mother looked at me, concerned. “Is there something the matter, darling?” She asked, blinking her large emerald green eyes. I stared down at the rusty floor for a second, and then looked at my Mother. Mother had an innocent smile on her face. I grinned back; I didn’t want to damage her feelings. I selected the apple, turning it in my claw to see any unhealthy spots. It was completely ripe and shiny. That was one thing on the bright side. I was hungry anyway, and I had to make use of the apple somehow. I lifted the apple slowly towards my mouth. I could feel the fresh, watery taste in my mouth already.

Suddenly, Mother grabbed the apple straight out of my claws. I reacted shocked. Mother had never done anything like that. She was often calm, but then again I realised there must be something wrong with the apple. I looked up at her confused. “I didn’t buy it for you impractical, I decided it would be fantastic if you cheer the old dragon in the neighbourhood up,” She revealed. I was disappointed even more. I nodded, widening my fake grin.
“Yes, Mother,” I said. Mother jerked her elongated neck towards me and next she licked my face uncontaminated to prepare myself.
“Now that’s better, right dear?” She said, wrenching her neck away.
“Yes, Mother,” I repeated. I began to sound like an emotionless robot. There was still a bright side to this present; I always found the matured, gloomy dragon in the village quite mysterious, and now I get to find out for myself about him. I have never actually seen an amethyst dragon other than the dragon himself. Mother patted me with her slender claw.
“You’re a good boy,” Mother said, leading me out of the cave. I patiently snuffled the parched, breezy atmosphere as the coil propelled tranquilly by my unperturbed presence. The snow was leisurely melting out lazily in the boiling sun. I ambled in the towering bosky prairie eyeing the shredded blanket of flurry. It was funny how seasons altered so speedily. It seemed as if yesterday was a blistering summer dawn. The birds were singing a less amusing mantra this morning. The same song rang in my cranium again and again. Not even a single note was innovative. I growled to discourage the birds from singing. I passed the lovely elderly lady dragon, Mable, who was watering bright yellow pansy flowers. Her cerise scales were glistening in the dim sun which forced me to close my eye. Next I passed Bill in a deep sleep. I saw his kids playing in the grass. I knew something was going to happen. It was going to be any minute now before his wife rushes out of the grotto access and bellows into his ear at her thunderous volume. I passed Louis, who was reconciling her hatchlings for a day out in the convalescing climate. I still hadn’t caught eye on the mysterious dragon yet. I passed various obese dragons, reading various thick books sitting on pallid white and cobalt deck-chairs that looked like they were about to break in any second. I saw dragons and friends having barbecues having the exact extraordinary anniversary breakfast I should have had today – the one with the fat juicy sausages that lingered and lurked at the side of the plate, covered with a scrumptious blanket of fried egg. I loved those skimpy chips that spread out almost everywhere on the plate, I love it how the bean swimming pool stayed in that same corner all the time. I couldn’t help but suggest succulent bacon but I congested myself reminding myself I had other more important things to do. Finally I saw an empty, detached granite residence. I knew the unsolved dragon must live in here.
“Hello?” I exclaimed, my eyes gleaming. I expected him to rush out and greet me, but no one responded to my speech. I provide myself the proposal that I would be sanctioned anyway. So I began to stroll inside. It was murky and somewhat daunting. I batted an eyelid twice to gain some courage. I stayed in the exact same area, still. I glared into the darkness. It was like all the fear I’d never had in my life in one go. I finally saw it. I had never felt fear before. I felt the spider crawl up my backbone and whisper tensely two intimidating words that echoed inside my mind. You’re afraid, you’re afraid… I tried to kill the spider, but the spider became bigger and bigger and scarier by a split-second. I panted and panted, begging for the spider to stop. The spider screamed and yelled, and was sucked far away from my existence. I heard a fierce burning noise, and then a bright light contaminated the cave. I looked up and saw a large purple dragon, which I had often seen trying to hide away from an eye in the dragon market. We met eyes. He stayed still. I stayed still. I shivered, too terrified to even move a single muscle. My hand shuddered as I struggled to hold up the apple to hand to the tall dragon’s reach. “I brought this apple for you kind sir,” I spluttered. The dragon quickly snatched the apple away and took a deep crunch. I stared at him. He stopped eating and stared back at me. The silence somewhat aggravated me. He grunted, and then began to carry on eating his apple. I ran out of the cave entrance; I had never felt so uncomfortable before. I didn’t think the dragon would come after me, but he did. I saw a large shadow towering of me. I could hear the sound of his massive claws pounding on the grass. I ran and ran and ran as fast as my little legs would take me. I wanted to be out of here, not in a minute now! I closed my eyes; maybe it’s all a dream. Suddenly, I felt something grab onto my neck.
“Ow!” I yelled, stretching my legs out. The figure chuckled and was hushed for a moment.
“Where do you think you’re going, mate?” He said, shortening his eyes. I was too petrified to answer back, but also traumatized with the fact he spoke. His voice very deep. He lazily let go and gazed at me, with a flabbergasted jaw and a disheartened mind. I wanted to talk to him, but I was afraid and nervous. I knew it would be unreasonable to be nervous of another dragon, but want to converse to them. He was hurrying after me a few minutes ago, but I always wanted to gain knowledge of about the baffling dragon. The dragon sighed and gaited away, jolting his broad neck forwards each few steps. I could feel his temper and disappointment. I suddenly plucked courage out from my heart and pranced after him with a smile to cheer him up. Mother always told me that a child’s beam and audacity always tells the ones who liberate their on-going potential path into the incorrect direction. The dragon curved his neck to catch sight of myself and amplified his squat but piercing amber eyes. I compared myself to the soaring brawny dragon’s size to my flabby dumpy body. I compared my immeasurable puppy eyes to his tapered wolf eyes. I stepped back little by little. The dragon began to continue his journey back to his home. Puppy and wolf have become enemies.

At my school my friend, a winged wolf cub called Amber taught that putting effort into being a friend to a wolf makes you a part of the wolf pack. She was actually my only friend, but she’s beginning to start being friendly to my arch enemy, Coal. Sometimes I don’t consider Amber a friend anymore. I burst out of thought and ran after the mysterious dragon.
“Wait, sir!” I cried reaching my paw out. I got his attention as he stopped moving and turned. “What is that you want?” I said, with an insubstantial smile. The dragon blinked hard twice. I stared for a while, beginning to feel unconcerned. I was becoming inpatient with him now. He was just gormless, soundless and still. One minute he’s chasing after me, and then the next second he’s staring at me blankly.
“What?” He grunted. I abruptly felt nervous again, and urged to move away, back home to my snug cerulean blanket. I wanted to press my face against the velvety texture; I wanted to smell that recognizable whiff that swirled into and out of my titanic nostrils. I was the one who was being difficult to manoeuvre. I thought for a moment. Light kills a spider. Light is an element of happiness. Spiders are the animal of fear. Happiness and fear are opposites, and never get alone. Fear can turn happiness into fear and happiness can turn fear into happiness. I planned the battle of fear and happiness. The fear would strike first, raging on and shouting, holding spears tipped by their poison. The members of the happiness are stabbed by the poison, becoming members of the fear team. Only five of the happiness stand, but sooner four is knifed by the revolting toxin that covers the prickly apex of the unapproachable spears. O’last one standin’, o’last one standin’, can thou stand tall and proud? O’last one standin’, O’last one standin’, can you stand the battle-cries loud? Ebony blurs circle the one white one, spears in hand. Only death was to be expected. Out of the blue, the fears recoiled and staggered away from the happy. The happy was sweating hard and ready to unleash something powerful. There you have it. One explosion and then a group of screams. The sun launches out from the hiding spot and the fear inch by inch die on the floor.
“Hello there, sir,” I said. “Nice weather today, do you agree?” The dragon was silent and his eyes twitched. I could he had never actually had a single soul talk to him in years. He grinned. I never saw him grin before. I know when you see a neighbour that you’ve only seen about two or three times for a few seconds, but you can get the feeling there smiles has been forgotten for years.
“Yes,” He said nodding with his muffled voice.
“What’s your name?” I enquire. “My name is Ash,” I supplementary.
“I am Malefor, Ash,” He replied, bowing down to show me respect. I wasn’t used to Elder dragons bowing to me; it was usually me who bowed to them, either forced my that part of my brain that reminded me that Elder dragons were somewhat better than myself, or Mother reminding me. I actually believe that Elders are nothing more than ancient dragons who just happen to be the first of the egg brood they were born in to master that element, not the very first. Papa told me that nowadays it depends on who their relatives are, and if they are they have a good chance of being an Elder. I heard that they were many other kinds of Elders around the earth. I believe everyone is the same in a way. No of course not. I’m not saying it in that way. I’m saying that everyone has a heart, even if you can’t find it, just find it because it will always be somewhere; everyone deserves to have a friend. I ran out of things to talk to him about. I thought and thought. I knew they were something, but I couldn’t find it. I found his heart, but I can’t seem to find what should come out of my mouth.

“I can’t think of anything to say,” I said. Right out of my mind for him to read. He didn’t react like most of my friends did when it came right out of my mind, but I don’t care about that, but my only true friends are imaginary. Yes, I know it’s pretty lame and weird, but I need at least one friend to keep me company. I named him Dominic, after the company who make stuffed animal toys. I collect stuffed animals, and I don’t concern about what they say, eye-rolling or laughing. I have a fat stuffed crimson giraffe from the Dominic Company, which is the one that mostly gets picked at. Some old female wind dragon knocked on my door on my sixth birthday and gave me the plush. I remember that day, amazed more than ever. I’ve only recently put it in the attic because I was getting too old for it, but I somewhat urge to get it out and snuggle with it in me sapphire blanket. You know that feeling where you wish you’d never done something? Yes, that feeling. I’ve had a number of these in my life from simply giving away your crush when a ‘friend’ persuades you and next you have the entire school laughing their heads off at you to hold in a shower of urine, then it bursts out at the day’s expire. Yes, I have had worse, once I had a massive turd during a test, and to top it up and massive fart that caught everyone’s attention, even the teacher was laughing.
“I’ve had that before,” He said, nodding. I think I may have actually made a friend. We were going to be friends forever. I knew it.
“Horrible isn’t it? You think you’re letting everyone down, they get impatient and walk away, and from that experience you begin to try think fast, and because you are rushed you blurt out the first think you say,” I said. I had never had a decent, proper conversation like this. It was always silly with Amber, and Dominic is just a figment.
“I’ve had it a lot. They don’t have the correct minds to see us, they only see the remaining,” He groaned. They do not understand Malefor and me, but they understand the rest of the population, is what I think he meant. The sky was turning into dusk; I would have to get back soon. I glanced at Malefor.
“I have to go,”
“That’s fine,” He said. With no further do, I skipped away, back to home.

I always remember that day, me and Malefor first became good friends. We saw each other every day, every time I gave him an apple. That was until one day, when they were no apples left at home.
I changed my smile into a frown, as the fawn basket was empty. No ripe apples, no tasty pears, nothing. I called Mother, with eyes droopy. She rushed in. Her presence seemed strange, but then again somewhat familiar.
“Hello, darling, are you visiting Malefor?” She asked. I had told her many stories about Malefor. A tear dribbled down my cheek, I really wanted to visit my only friend.
“Yes, but there’s no apples,” I said, eyeing the empty fruit basket. Mother heaved a sigh, making it slow.

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