Dragons in our Midst... A Spyro Fanfiction

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Let's say, completely hypothetically of course, that a friend of yours just randomly flashes somewhere else. And no, I'm not talking about taking the subway or running extremely fast. I mean literally, she really, really, flashed to another world and wants some advice on this. She's totally hypothetical of course.

But this situation?

Not hypothetical.

This human female, as we now know is called Dray, is currently passed out on some unknown grass. With the emerald blades poking and prodding her unconscious body, she was the definition of gorgeous. Messed up hair, rumbled clothing and all.

"What is that thing?" a female voice broke the stunned silence.

Her two companions broke out of their reverie and turned to her. A glowing dragonfly darted around the object, lifting a lock of the long tuft of fur on her head.

"Well," he commented, dropping the silky bronze fluff, "it's obviously not a dragonfly, or a dragon."

The female rolled her eyes. "Really now Sparx?" She grabbed the insects wings between two padded paw appendages and held him up near her reptilian face. "Are you sure it isn't a beetle? Or perhaps a wyvren?"

Sparx huffed, looking away from the female, crossing his small arms. "At least I'm trying to figure it out Cynder. I don't see you doing anything."

The purple dragon rolled his eyes at his companions, and listened in amusement to their mindless banter. After listening for a few moments, he moved his attention to the sky, measuring the height of the sun.

Based on its position, Spyro could deem that he had at least four hours until sunset. But would it be enough to move the pretty little flesh thing at his feet?

He sighed, looking at the skin clad creature. She was obviously young, with no visible folds to the skin like many of the elderly had. She wore an odd type of fabric, covering more than just her vital areas, more than any of Hunter's species ever wore. Spyro would have to ask him about getting the being some more clothing.

Wait.

Here he was, already assuming that she would be staying with them! An he didn't even know if she was a friend, or an enemy.

The purple dragon shook his head. Well, they did need to get the Dray to the city with them, and question it about her reasons for being there, disrupting the well earned peace.

And what was with that obscure bag she carried? Spyro maneuvered his claw past the strap holding it together, and pushed it over to dump out the various contents inside. He raised a brow.

What was this stuff?

Some kind of spiky wooden thing, that didn't look dangerous, not even a weapon of the sort! It even had some of her fur lodged in between the spikes. She carried more of that odd fabric she wore, along with a sealed bag. He would look at that later. But what intrigued him the most, was an odd silver box that had weird strings coming out if it, with ball like appendages located on the end. Some kind of dastardly weapon?

Who knows what else she could have on her?

But, Spyro being Spyro, he would not invade a lady's personal space, even if she was some odd creature.

Instead, he bent his head down, and with all the intention of not tearing her fabric, clamped his teeth upon it. As he lifted his head, he winced as he felt her clothes rip, but swung her over his back anyway.

His two companions froze mid-banter and watched as the Dray landed haphazardly across his scales.

"Spyro?" Cynder asked, sauntering over with Sparx not far behind, "What are you doing?"

Spyro had to take a moment to rearrange the bag in his mouth to answer her. "Getting her ready to transport. Now, are you two done bickering? Because I would very much like to leave."

The two nodded, and with no other objections, they all lifted off.

And Spyro quickly felt the creature on his back slip off. He winced as she made a loud thump on the grass, and tried to ignore Sparx's laughter.

He landed again, an began to puzzle about how to keep the blasted thing on his back as he glared at the dragonfly. Cynder walked toward him, holding the bag in her mouth.

She deposited it in front of him, and gazed pointedly at it and the creature. After a moment, Spyro grinned.

In almost no time at all, they were up in the air again, with no problems with their cargo. Sure, she had swung a few times, and Cynder had to give her a nudge to keep her upright, but lets just say that her hands were full, and the dragons found another use for the strap on her bag.

With that problem solved, they headed towards the temple to question the guardians about the creature. Was she some kind of bad omen?

As the wind rushed passed their wings, the omen's eyes gave a slight flutter, and another being cackled in glee that its package had arrived for out heroes.