Author's Note: Well, I was inspired by someone on DeviantART to start writing Spyro and Ignitus father-son oneshots. Yep, I'm going to make a collection of these! Now, I have a few things that you have to keep in mind before you start reading any of these:

Firstly, I have never played any of the Legend of Spyro games, which means I may make characters out of character unintentionally. I have watched cutscenes of the games, but you know how much justice that can serve, especially when you watch them at two in the morning (which is when I usually watch them; I know, I'm such a dork).

Secondly, some oneshots will come quickly, and I may submit more than one each day if I am willing. However, that doesn't mean there will be a oneshot every day. I have issues with concentrating or keeping my muse for one particular thing for too long, so don't expect too much.

Thirdly, I am planning to go to 100; however, I want to shoot higher than that, so there will be at least 100 oneshots.

Fourthly, most of these, except for this first oneshot here, will be inspired by a word that I randomly generate. However, I won't accept the first word that I randomly generate; I will accept the first word that actually inspires a story. This first oneshot was just when I randomly decided to start writing these oneshots in the first place, so it is not inspired by a random word.

Lastly, and this about this particular oneshot… not all of them will have such confusing language. Some might just be simple, straight out dialogue. This particular one is supposed to be thought-provoking. If you don't understand it, here's an elaboration of what I was trying to explain: Spyro is very young when he first gets called to do this whole purple dragon business – it's likely he can't possibly understand what's going on. That, and they're expecting him to get it right away, so he feels a little frustrated. I hope it makes sense now.

ADDITION TO AUTHOR'S NOTE, 10/23/09: This was written a few days ago, before I submitted (or even wrote) the other two oneshots, so some information may be outdated.

Disclaimer: Don't own Legend of Spyro, Spyro himself, or Ignitus.


Encouraging words of wisdom, drifting in the air, whispering sweet sounds within one's ear…

Give me a chance, he said. Give me a chance, and I will prove to you.

The only problem was, he didn't know what exactly he was trying to prove. And trying to rationalize what exactly he was trying to prove within his head was not exactly the easiest of tasks to attempt. He was too young to understand, even though he saw his mentor on edge. He was too unexposed to the world to understand what they (the general term for the believers of some prophecy he had never heard of up until now) wanted from him.

Were they expecting some beacon of hope from him? He was too young to understand hope. He was too young to understand the fact that he wasn't a dragonfly, let alone hope. What were they expecting from him? Because it couldn't possibly be hope. He couldn't expect that out of himself.

"Young dragon," came the voice of his mentor, a large, bulky dragon, his eyes squinted at the small purple dragon, "you still have more training to do." He turned his head, trying to follow the young gaze of the smaller, aimed out into somewhere out in the distant horizon. "What are you staring at?"

He didn't know what he was staring at or what he was expecting of himself. He was too young to understand such things.

"Nothing," responded the purple dragon. "I'm just… thinking."

The large red dragon seated himself beside the smaller, gazing down at him with a thoughtful expression. "What could you be thinking so deeply about?" he asked.

Actually, the purple dragon didn't know himself.

"Stuff," he replied vaguely. At the raise of an eyebrow from his companion, he smiled. "Nothing to worry about, Ignitus."

The large dragon sighed. "You know it only makes me worry more when you say something like that," he informed the purple dragon. He lifted up to his mighty claws that could strike down an ape in one blow, and circled around the purple dragon until all the smaller could see was him. He sat down on his haunches, curling his tail slightly around him as he bent a little so he could meet eye contact with the younger. "You seem confused."

"I guess I am," the purple dragon replied vaguely, gazing up into Ignitus's eyes without any sense of fear. Though the larger dragon could easily strike him down and he knew this, since he had seen Ignitus fight monsters he hardly stood a chance against before he had met the larger, he trusted him. He knew not why he trusted him; he just believed that no matter what would come from Ignitus, it would only be the truth. "What of it?"

"You know you can ask me anything." His voice was warm, even inviting. It was obvious he was trying to entice the answer out of the purple dragon.

Silence passed for a few minutes between the two of them as the purple dragon weighed his options. He trusted Ignitus, sure, but he knew the dragon was troubled enough. He was to do what he was told and that was that, so it was usually no questions asked between the two of them. And yet, though he tried only to have a professional and helpful bond with Ignitus, he couldn't help but feel the comforting aura that the larger seemed to emanate all the time and he couldn't help but draw his thoughts inward, into the aura, trying to grasp at it. He had only seen this kind of aura with his adopted father before.

He couldn't stand to look at Ignitus's face anymore; he didn't understand why he couldn't, just that he couldn't. He glanced at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing (though at present, only sadistic creatures could ever find the soiled and destroyed ground amusing in the least, and the purple dragon certainly wasn't one of those), and sighed softly. "Why are we doing this?" he asked Ignitus, not of his own will, but because that aura was just so drawing him. "Why me? What are you expecting of me? I… I'm confused."

He could picture Ignitus's expression soften. "Spyro…" he began.

"I don't understand, Ignitus," the purple dragon continued. "I mean, I just learn I'm not a dragonfly. For a long time, that was all I knew. And now, I'm catapulted into some world I know nothing about, a world that I'm expected to save, no less. Can you even try to begin to imagine what I'm feeling right now?"

The red dragon was silent for quite a while. For a second, Spyro thought that Ignitus had walked off or did not wish to speak any longer. He wasn't surprised with this idea at all; after all, Spyro was just a naïve, young dragon, wasn't he? He knew nothing about the world that was around him, and he couldn't even begin to imagine any issues besides surviving within a swamp, around a family that had taken care of him for as long as he could remember, at least up until this point. It was all he knew, and even that was difficult to understand, even more so now that he knew more about the world around him.

However, when he heard the large dragon's resounding voice, he glanced up, meeting glances once again, and he saw the red dragon's eyes glazed, as if deep in thought. "I will admit that I did not have to go through this at your age," he began hesitantly. He stood up for a second, and for a second Spyro feared he would actually leave. For some reason, he didn't want Ignitus to leave. It was a nightmare to him, and he couldn't understand why. He suddenly felt the larger dragon's presence very close to him, feeling the weight of his wing pressed to his back, and the purple dragon craned his neck to the side, peering into the warm eyes of his mentor and his best friend. "I am here by choice," he continued, "as are you. Young dragon, are your problems caused by anxiety, which is caused by you wondering whether or not we are expecting you to do something you feel you are incapable of doing?"

"It's not so much that I feel I can't do it," Spyro elaborated softly. "It's that I don't understand how. And I don't understand why only I can do what they say I can."

Ignitus's eyes glittered as if he suddenly understood the younger dragon's predicament. Gazing out into the skies that Spyro had previously been eying with a blank stare, he asked only one thing, "Do you want to find out?"

Spyro looked wonderingly at Ignitus.

"It is your choice whether or not you want to attempt this in the first place. I will stand by whatever choice you make, young dragon. If you're afraid of something you don't understand, that is natural; you are young, and I don't expect you to understand everything. Nobody is even expecting you to succeed. However, I am expecting you to try. I will explain everything, but you must understand that things come into your grasp with time."

For once, a smile crossed Spyro's face.

"I think I understand, Ignitus."