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TLOS and The Dragon Samurai New Beginning Chapt 13The Sting of the Electric King
The Three friends left the prison building to continue their search for, Ignitus. Adir was still very upset discovering that his family was still somehow kept alive all this time and apparently now as it seemed they were gone. What was once a glimmer of hope in him faded dramatically as it appeared on his face filled with despair.
They made it back up to the tower from where they left off before as, Spyro, used a fire blast to blow the door open. He went inside with, Sparx; following only to see someone wasn’t with him. He looked back to see, Adir, looking back at the prison building.
“Adir…” Spyro came up to him with great concern. “I understand what you’re feeling.”
Adir looked at, Spyro, with a mix of anger and sadness. “I should have been here, Spyro.
I should have known somehow they were alive. But I failed them. I…I…” Adir was on the verge of collapsing again even though he was enrage
A Monocled Bear Appears
~The following is a cutscene script out of my Spyro 'revival' game idea, 'Artisan Spyro and the Crystal Curse'.~
(Spyro shuffles along the deserted streets of Town Square, followed as ever by Sparx. All is eerily silent, and a uniform cloud cover lends gloom to the scene. A glittering crystal mist, the residue of the horrible dark spell that just fell from the sky, floats suspended above the cobblestones like fog. Spyro is still slow to process the new tragedy. But he can tell this much... he is the only one available to save his people.
Suddenly he hears something... a voice. He walks toward it and rounds a corner... to behold something most strange! It's a Woodland Creature... a bear, specifically... wearing a monocle, a clean jacket of a royal blue color, and a top hat to match, sitting in a booth that looks recently set-up. The bear is talking to a little bird who has just perched upon the counter of the booth, a
Shadows of Ronco
Chapter 7: Purple of Light and Purple of Dark.
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
I growled as I leaped at him trying to swipe at him with my claw just to have him roll to the side of me and head butt me as I looked at him. I took a step back to regain my sight as I watched him hit me with a bomb of pure fire that exploded as it made contact with me. I coughed as I inhaled the smoke and immediately flapped my wings making the smoke dissipate.
I looked up and saw him jump at me ready to strike but I grinned and swung my tail around and smacked him out of the air. I watched him land with a thud and I walked out of the smoke wiping some soot off my neck.
“You’re not bad.” I said as I looked him over. I stood still as I drew a deep breath and let loose with a small whirlwind of air as
Shadows of Ronco
Chapter 6: Destiny?
“Do not let your difficulties fill you with anxiety, after all it is only in the darkest nights that stars shine more brightly.”
― Hazrat Ali Ibn Abu-Talib A.S
I sighed in disappointment not in Cynder or what she wanted but in myself for letting myself be talked into this. Once again I can’t force myself to stand up to her. I need to face this other purple dragon. Not just need but I want to, this other purple dragon is a threat and needs to be dealt with I thought to myself as I flew and approached a large rainforest situated on a massive cliff.
All were covered in lush plant life ranging from trees to simple grass and flowers. As I flew around I spotted a number of Cynder’s forces fighting and capturing the local inhabitants who were appeared to be nothing but oversized llamas walking on two legs. Each pillar I noticed was connected by wooden bridges the inhabitants had made.
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