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tLoNX: TB- chapter threeA/N: I would really love to get some reviews. It's what keeps me going and what inspires me! So please leave me some reviews!
The Legend of Spyro: Sierra/ Krome studios
Nightshade, Xavier: FrostTheDragoness
III. Truth reviled
By the time Xavier and Sparx had returned, Nightshade had curled up in a severed mushroom head twice her size and slept.
"I wonder how much trouble we're gonna be in…" Sparx griped.
"Are you both alright!?" Nina fluttered to the pair.
"We're fine. Not too beat up." Xavier spoke up before Sparx could.
The gold dragonfly pouted. Xavier laughed at Sparx but shut up when he saw Nina's glare. Xavier and Sparx hung their heads.
"You two had your father and I worried sick!" Nina scolded.
The pair stayed silent
tLoNX: the beginning-chapter twoMe: Welp, Here's the new and improved chapter two. I hope you enjoy it and that.
II: Gotta love the Apes
Nightshade scanned her enemy's ranks, noting little things in her head.
Most of them are small, wearing very little protection. The small black thought. But how am I gonna take them all out before I just can't fight anymore?
Nightshade flapped once, and since her wings were a bit bigger than most dragons', she was able to fly up about twelve or so feet. She dove and picked up one of her enemies; clawing and biting. She hated the taste and feel of blood, even Bulb Spider blood, which was more like green goo. She tried to look vicious, but instead looked more panicked than anything. All she wanted to do was run. But she stayed, for her friends. She kept fighting, even though she was tired and wanted to give up. It seemed like for every one they killed, two took it's place. Nightshade divebombed another ape, while Xavier raked his claws
tLoNX: The beginning- chapter oneThanks for the Click! Now read and enjoy!
Nightshade, Xavier © Me; Sparx, Spyro © Sierra/Krome studios
I: A 'harmless' game of tag
Fifteen Years passed since Nina and Flash adopted the two dragons. The two grew up, happily playing with Sparx. It was on an ordinary day, with an ordinary game of Hide 'n' seek. It was Nightshade's turn to seek while Xavier and Sparx hide. The light purple hid behind a large boulder, snickering as the small black counted.
"Ready or not, here I come!" The small black called as she turned.
Despite having grown up with the smaller black, Xavier knew they weren't actually related. He just had a feeling… more of A hunch, really. He couldn't prove it. Xavier was too lost in thought to notice Nightshade was standing right behind him.
"BOO!" Nightshade yelled.
Xavier yelped and lost his balance. He fell face first in the muddy ground, glaring at nothing in particular. Nightshade lau
tLoNX: the beginning- prologueme: I do not own anything but my ocs.
Nightshade: please review!
Xavier: don't let any of us down!
Prologue: Raids and shattered eggs
It was a calm night, one that no one would expect any thing to happen,not even a raid. It was the Year of The Dragon, and the survival of the dragon race depended on those eggs. Ignitus, guardian and the master of fire, as well as seven other guardians, happily looked over the eggs placed all around the grotto. It was the guardians job to watch over each new generation. He Looked proudly down on a purple egg with red spots, While two other guardians held their own eggs before placing them safely into their nest. Ignitus went back to watching the rest of the many eggs within the grotto. The fragile peace of the night was shattered when the ground and walls shook violently, catching Ignitus off guard. Volteer
came running as if he were being chased by an invisible enemy.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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