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Escape from the past
As I flew for the Plains of Dragons I was starting to feel my sadness overcome me. My best friend Frank frozen. I started remembering all my memories of Frank. Laughing at the fact that he was a gamer obsessed with a game character named Spyro. What he saw in that game I didn't know. It didn't matter now all that mattered now was finding Scorch and saving Frank. Now my life as Shing was officially over. My time as Ronco starts now. It felt awkward that I still remember my human past but I was ok with that. I eventually reached my destination. It was a small valley. But from the air it looked beautiful. All I could is miles of lush green fields and patches of trees here and there.
"Better go in for a rest." I told as I dive bombed toward the ground. The wind blew in my face as I was coming up on the ground before I hit the ground I expanded my new purple and silver wings so I could land safely. When I touched the ground I breathed in my first bit of actual fresh air. "Ahh… the air is so clean." I said as I started to relax. I started to lay down on the grass for a relaxing rest. Unfortunately someone didn't have the same plan for me. I when I heard someone coming my way.
I tried to find the direction of the sound. I looked on my right but nothing but fields of flowers and grass as far as the eye could see. On the left however the feeling wasn't so relaxing. What I saw was Scorch the purple and yellow dragon Shrag wanted me to fight. He was almost laying down on the ground only his feet were ready to leap. He was bearing his fangs ready to attack if I moved .
"Who are you !?" he asked with his teenage male voice. He reminded me of Spyro only a bit more aggressive but still calm enough to think things through. "I wont ask again! Who are you?" he repeated.
"Look. I don't want to fight you Scorch." I said as he leaped at me . My reflexes kicked in and I jumped back farther.
"How do you know who I am?!" Scorch questioned with rage in his voice.
"My name is Ronco. I don't want to fight you." I said to him then, the wind shifted and blew my scent towards him. He then immediately smelled Shrag's scent. So he leaped at me again. I side stepped just in time to avoid him. He swung his tail at me and I used my right wing to block it. I then spun around and used my tail to hit him in the head and knock him to the ground. As he tried to get up I pressed my right front claw standing on his chest to keep him down.
"Go ahead, finish it. I'm the one your master fears." Scorch said in response to his death.
"No. I wont." I said lifting off him.
To be continued
As I flew for the Plains of Dragons I was starting to feel my sadness overcome me. My best friend Frank frozen. I started remembering all my memories of Frank. Laughing at the fact that he was a gamer obsessed with a game character named Spyro. What he saw in that game I didn't know. It didn't matter now all that mattered now was finding Scorch and saving Frank. Now my life as Shing was officially over. My time as Ronco starts now. It felt awkward that I still remember my human past but I was ok with that. I eventually reached my destination. It was a small valley. But from the air it looked beautiful. All I could is miles of lush green fields and patches of trees here and there.
"Better go in for a rest." I told as I dive bombed toward the ground. The wind blew in my face as I was coming up on the ground before I hit the ground I expanded my new purple and silver wings so I could land safely. When I touched the ground I breathed in my first bit of actual fresh air. "Ahh… the air is so clean." I said as I started to relax. I started to lay down on the grass for a relaxing rest. Unfortunately someone didn't have the same plan for me. I when I heard someone coming my way.
I tried to find the direction of the sound. I looked on my right but nothing but fields of flowers and grass as far as the eye could see. On the left however the feeling wasn't so relaxing. What I saw was Scorch the purple and yellow dragon Shrag wanted me to fight. He was almost laying down on the ground only his feet were ready to leap. He was bearing his fangs ready to attack if I moved .
"Who are you !?" he asked with his teenage male voice. He reminded me of Spyro only a bit more aggressive but still calm enough to think things through. "I wont ask again! Who are you?" he repeated.
"Look. I don't want to fight you Scorch." I said as he leaped at me . My reflexes kicked in and I jumped back farther.
"How do you know who I am?!" Scorch questioned with rage in his voice.
"My name is Ronco. I don't want to fight you." I said to him then, the wind shifted and blew my scent towards him. He then immediately smelled Shrag's scent. So he leaped at me again. I side stepped just in time to avoid him. He swung his tail at me and I used my right wing to block it. I then spun around and used my tail to hit him in the head and knock him to the ground. As he tried to get up I pressed my right front claw standing on his chest to keep him down.
"Go ahead, finish it. I'm the one your master fears." Scorch said in response to his death.
"No. I wont." I said lifting off him.
To be continued
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Ok. I think I can imagine it pretty well anyway. Keep writing!