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To Borrow a ScepterTo Borrow a Scepter

One does not simply ask Ripto for a lend of his weapon.

The younger dinosaur wasn't one of the main aspects that mattered in the elder's defeat; had these chain of events been a story or game, one would refer to the red hatchling as a mere bystander that chipped in now and then; a helping hand to a small extent who stood back as the hero strode into battle. That hero being a certain dragon of the purple variety.

Since meeting Spyro, Jaq the dinosaur had found himself mixed into a few of his adventures. Thus, he clashed now and then with some of his enemies, the worst being an ironically small but temper-fueled dinosaur To Borrow a Scepter by ~What-if-Writer

Delayed - Chapter 6Screwy's beak hovered open in indecision as he tried to place the name, but his opportunity to answer quickly passed as Spyro began to anxiously pace the deck.
“Ripto,” the purple dragon said, wearing the same look of confusion he did, “How on Earth did he get ahold of those orbs? There's no possible way he...”
Spyro continued to mumble to himself, and as he did Screwy bent down and picked up the orb that lay there. He stared at his distorted reflection in its emerald curve, and it reflected memories back into his eyes. There had been another flare in tensions between the Harbour and Zephyr. He remembered it clearly, aDelayed - Chapter 6 by *ATTynesider

Unnatural MagicUnnatural Magic

'Don't ya know magic and dinosaurs don't mix?"
...........................................................

To put it simply, they'd told him so.

The youth dragon was a natural daredevil and troublemaker by far. All the elders agreed; Spyro, rare purple (and slightly small for his age though no one cared to mention) dragon was about as rowdy as youths could get. Many in Stone Hill, surrounded by their peaceful and calm mannerisms, would agree that the young dragon was slightly...overconfident in his abilities.

It doesn't harm to be careful, they said.

It isn't a crime if you think things over before you leap, they commentUnnatural Magic by ~What-if-Writer

Delayed - Chapter 5The barrage of emotions slammed into Screwy's stomach long before the jet from the hose did. They knotted his innards and froze his senses with tantalising stings of fear and intrigue, and while it filled him with the overwhelming urge to vomit it did give him the split-second he needed to fall to the floor and avoid the shot.

He hit the deck with a clatter mere moments before the jet sailed over his head, burning the feathers on the back of his neck with its intense chill. He looked upwards and saw the Blubber, its face frowning, but it smiled again as it angled its hose downwards. Screwy swiftly rolled away and scrambled back to his feet, Delayed - Chapter 5 by *ATTynesider

Final Boss by ~dragonrider29

Fanfiction: Spyro's Habit by ~Never-Ending-Donkey

Fanfiction: Poetic JusticeDisclaimer: The Spyroverse belongs to Krome Studios. The characters in this story are creations of Insomniac.

Poetic Justice

Moneybags rubbed his paws with glee and anticipation. It obviously wasn’t every day that the Annual Stone Hill Ridge Dash came around, and he was sure to make a killing this time. It was betting season once again. All he needed were the odds. Even with speed demons like Spyro the Pigeo—er, DRAGON and Dumbas— um, HUNTER of Avalar as very possible contestants, there was always a chance of some new hotshot grabbing the spotlight, preferably one with deep pockets and high credulity.

Ah, but I’m gFanfiction: Poetic Justice by ~Never-Ending-Donkey

Beauty Beyond the HardshipElora grunted as she gripped the jagged rock wall with tired fingers. Below her, she could hear Spyro have just as much trouble with the cliff. They had been running for the dark army for a few days now and she knew how much he hated running from a fight. Sighing, she tried to block out his grumbled conversation with Sparx and just focused on climbing up the sheer cliff. All she wanted to do was lie down and sleep but she couldn't yet; the top was so close, just a few more inches. She struggled and summoned up the last of her energy to reach the ledge and drag herself up. As soon as she pulled her head up over the ledge all her problems fled Beauty Beyond the Hardship by ~Alpine-Dragon-Queen

(Creepypasta) Grey SpyroThe 90s, a grand decade for video game consoles and video game characters alike.

So many legends were born and are still going to this very day, however many of the best have been left behind, gone but not forgotten.

I am a retro gamer myself and don't tend to play new games at all really. My favourite game console is the Playstation, mostly because my favourite game of all time is on it, Spyro 2 Gateway to Glimmer. I have always loved this game and always will. However, the disc like all my other PS1 game discs has seen better days as it has been played to death. It does still work, but it crashes from time to time, so it would be nice to (Creepypasta) Grey Spyro by ~shadowandmanic

Delayed - Chapter 4“Look, it's nothing big and I promise I won't be long…”
Once again he was cut off by furious squawking. Screwy sighed and held the phone away from his ear until she had said her piece, then continued.
“I don't want to be here either, honey, but it must be fixed and I don't get paid until it is. I know it's not ideal, but it has to be done.”
More squawks. As she screeched down his ear Screwy took a cautionary glance at the control panel. The dials didn't make good reading.
“Well I'm sorry it has to go to waste, but there's nothing I can do…I'll get something on the way home, then. It's not a problem&Delayed - Chapter 4 by *ATTynesider

Delayed - Chapter 3The hands of the clock rolled on, and as they did passengers began to drop. They fell limp in their seats, some with arms and legs splayed and others curled into balls. Some lay across several seats, resting their heads in the laps of loved ones, and some squeezed onto the metal strut of an armrest, but all were asleep. All except one.

Spyro shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was sleepy, but even with his head dipped by fatigue there was no chance of sleeping here. How anyone could sleep on the itchy upholstery was a mystery to him, and the infernal snore of the pelican in the seat next to him didn’t help things either. He sighed aDelayed - Chapter 3 by *ATTynesider

Delayed - Chapter 2The terminal was not a unique building. With its brick and slate and meaningless belfry it blended into Breeze Harbour perfectly, but what it lacked in originality it made up for in size. Spyro and Sparx couldn’t help but crane their necks as they wound their way up towards it, tilting their eyes back to glance the gleaming tip of its spire as it speared the night.
“Woah,” Spyro said. Sparx buzzed in agreement.
They reached the top of the hill and stepped into a plaza. There were many gathered around its fountain and perusing its market stalls, but around one side curved the entrance to the terminal, and beside its doorway cDelayed - Chapter 2 by *ATTynesider

Delayed - Chapter 1“Faster!”
With claws clacking noisily on the brick below Spyro ran, tearing through the streets with a blatant disregard for safety that saw locals press themselves into the walls to avoid what would definitely be a nasty collision.
“It’s not much further, we can still make it!”
At his side a glimmer of gold nodded and beat his wings faster, reducing the sight of him to a thin wisp as he flew by. He felt the miniscule muscles in his back roar their discontent at his effort, but silencing them was easy when he had motivation. Who knew that disgruntlement at a friend’s poor timekeeping was such an excellent fDelayed - Chapter 1 by *ATTynesider

Ruby's Day OutRuby's Day Out

"Have you ever left the Castle?" Cocho asked looking down at her younger half-sister. The two dragons were walking down a corridor of Middle Realms Castle.
"Uh. . . No," Ruby replied.
"Geez, you need to get out," she snapped her fingers "and I have just the place. An amusement park has opened in Metropolis."
"An amusement what?"
"Amusement Park. If we find Dad, we can get him to take us there." The green dragon smiled at her brilliant idea. "Come on, let's go find him."
"Father might be in his study."
Cocho winced at the formality in Ruby's voice but nodded. "Well you know this Castle better than I do, show me the way."
Ruby's Day Out by *PowerOptix

A Good Night's SleepSummer Forest was ideal for resting. The night air was warm but not sticky, accompanied by a breeze that refreshed but did not chill. Perfect for those who made their bed under the stars, but just as suitable for those who preferred a roof over their heads. The sweeping expanses of stone kept rooms cool and airy and guaranteed a good night's sleep. A sleep that appeared to be impenetrable, as no matter how loudly Hunter shouted at Elora's window she didn't stir.

“Elora! Hey, Elora! Wake up!” he screamed from the ground below. Her only response was to roll over, moving from comfort to an even deeper comfort. A thin smile stretchedA Good Night's Sleep by *ATTynesider

Skating in the DarkWith an awkward stumble Sheila took to the ice, and promptly flailed her arms as she slipped across its surface. She steadied herself and panted away her shock. This was a mistake, but then again she hadn’t anticipated the overnight thaw. Now the ice was thinner and decidedly wetter, and wetter ice meant more slipping, even for a practised skater like herself. She scraped her blade against the ice. It felt firm. There was no doubt it would hold her weight, in the Outpost the ice never fully melted, but small patches were known to cave in on warmer days and trip the skaters unlucky enough to cross over them. She knew that fact well &ndasSkating in the Dark by *ATTynesider

Lighting the LampsHe was fleet-footed across the grass, waddling as fast as his spindly legs would take him and fighting the cold dew that soaked his feet with every step. He was panting as he ran, too: his hot breath billowing into the air before being battered aside by the fat raindrops falling from above. He could care less about the raindrops, though. What really bothered him was the darkness that was fast approaching.

He ground to a halt as a cramp squeezed his stomach, and exhaustion tilted him forward as he stood wheezing. He wasn't fit by any stretch of the imagination. School PE lessons were burned into his memory as individual nightmares – hufLighting the Lamps by *ATTynesider

The Hurricos HotelBennett stared out of the hotel window. It was raining. Nothing new there, and nothing new meant the same story for his business. He groaned and swivelled his chair back to his desk. Another rotten night, but that was to be expected as it never truly stopped raining in Hurricos. Dry days were just the sky catching its breath before another onslaught of the sodden hill that a few hundred electrolls had set up home on. Rain wasn't so much a weather condition here, more a way of life, which was why Bennett was regretting his career choice.

He drummed his fingers on the desk. What was he thinking, setting up a hotel here? Who in all honesty wantThe Hurricos Hotel by *ATTynesider

CoffeeZoe wasn't a great lover of coffee, but it was a small price to pay for an afternoon out with her best friend. She had known Elora for almost five years at this point, and while much of their lives had changed since then mid-afternoon coffee was a tradition that had stood the test of time. The ritual stemmed from when Elora had first been appointed a Diplomat and had struggled to keep up with the workload, leading to her working several long nights. In order to stay awake she turned to the unsubtle kick of coffee, which quickly spiralled into a caffeine addiction as the working hours grew longer and longer.

Zoe remembered those days vividly Coffee by *ATTynesider

SharksSandra was the last to come through the tubular entrance and quickly sealed it behind her, her flimsy fins twisting desperately at the wheel that would seal the sharks in.
"There," she breathed happily, turning to the crowd gathered behind her, "That should keep us safe."
There were a few murmurs from the seahorses she had just addressed. Aquaria Towers was populated almost entirely by the species, with the only other creatures being robot sharks some simpleton had built and let loose not too long ago. Nobody had paid them much heed, as they were all preoccupied with having their water supplies drained by Ripto, but after the purple dragon Sharks by *ATTynesider

PuzzlesHe bid the purple dragon farewell as he descended back into the water, orb stored safely in his guidebook. He was calm and collected as the creature departed, nonchalantly watching as he left, but the minute the last flash of purple disappeared from sight he exploded.

He kicked the chest at his side in fury, his boot-clad toes creaking as they crashed against the solid wood. His screams filled the air, pained screams, screams of wrongdoing, a miscarriage of justice.
"It's not fair!" the foreman roared, "IT'S NOT FAIR!"
He collapsed to the floor panting, his foot throbbing from repeated impacts against an object more solid than skin. What hPuzzles by *ATTynesider

A Bad Joke by *ATTynesider

One Lion by *ATTynesider

Making Amends"Spyro, are you home?"
The faun banged on the door again, her knuckles beginning to throb. In the sky above her dark clouds consumed the last pieces of blue sky, and with their aerial dominance assured a few drops of rain fell, one of which landed in her auburn hair. "Oh, give me strength!" she whined, feeling the cold spike in her crown. "Spyro!" she added, louder and angrier, "Will you open up? It's starting to rain and I left my coat at home!" She thumped the door again, then the Heavens opened. As she felt soaked strands of hair cling to her face she hit the door harder.
"Spyro!" she screamed, "If you don't open up right now I'm going tMaking Amends by *ATTynesider

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