Fizzled folly

Fizzle woke up on a morning like no other. It was absolutely silent. No hustle bustle of dragons going to eat breakfast; no sound of the arguing that would occur because of breakfast, and there was infact a red-scaled dragon staring right at him.

“Fizz-fag, get up!” he roars at you. ‘Woah, what's Garble doing in my cave. Isn’t that a little gay? But, whatever. You sit up from the straw bed you made for yourself long ago.

“What do you want Garble?” you groggle out, looking at him, “Why are you in here?”.

“We’ve ---- ---------- ---- pony -----, --- were ----- to ---- --, you in?”

“Huh?” you reply in your still tired state. ‘What was he saying?’

“Pay attention Fizzle!” he yells at you, “I said we’ve just found some stupid old pony ruins, and were going to raid it, you want in?”

“Sure Garble” you say quietly. He always kind of scares you with his big voice.

“Come on, lets go!” he says, and takes off.

You get up finally and fly after him. Soaring through the air is one of your favorite activities. You love flying, and do it often. The feeling of just floating above everything was so serene. Of course you're somewhat restricted and uncomfortable this time. ‘Oh god don’t look at his butt dont look dont look do look wait what dontbeafag’. Your mind always seems to do this, this struggle to keep doing these really gay things, but you resist. After all, you don’t want Garble to find out about your… preferences, do you? ‘I’d be ridiculed, my reputation would be soiled! I would probably have to leave after that.’

You keep flying for several minutes, only looking up a couple of times to make sure that you were following Garble and nothing else. You see the spot where everyone; which happens to be in the middle of the swamps.  You land right in the middle of the crowd as he went to the front (probably to do leader stuff). A couple of other dragons were already there in front of the ruins. You recognised Crackle, Spear, and Vex in the crowd.

You looked at the ruins in awe. Gigantic Pillars that rose up about 40 feet up surrounded the ruins of what was apparently an ancient pony temple. It was broken in 3 sections.

“Hey, Nerd!” you hear from the dragon next to you. He looks expectantly at you and says “Garble wants to see you”. You thanked the dragon, and proceeded to move to the front of the pack.

“What do you want?” you ask Garble.

“You're going to explore the left area” he said with confidence.

“W-with who?” you stutter out. ‘Oh no, I’m stuttering again! Dammit!’ you mentally hit yourself on the head.

“With Spear. Make sure you don’t get hurt or I’m going to have to hurt you both” he says with a hint of malice, but caring in his voice. Garble was a good leader, no matter what anyone else said. He always cares about our safety, and is actually kind of intelligent.

“A-alright then. Spear!” you call out waving your arms at the crowd. Spear emerged from the crowd.

“What dude?” he says in slightly stoned voice. Pretty much everyone was aware of deals with the griffins for “herb”.

“Garb assigned us to go and search the left wing” you inform him.

“Alright dude, let’s go”.

You both make your way past Garble (Who was assigning Crackle and Vex to go to the right), and start going to the left. You keep looking for an entrance into the left side, and finally found one half way in.

“Here Spear! I found an entrance!” you yell over excitedly. Spear walked over to the entrance (which was a big hole) and looked inside.

“It’s dark in there” he observed.

“Of course it is!” you retort. ‘How could so many dragons be so stupid?’ “If you look, there are some torches on the wall. We could light them”

“Man, you’re so smart” Spear admires in his dumb stoner voice. He then climbed into the entrance and started to light the torches. As the room was lit, you noticed it was a long hallway. You climb in after him.

“Remember what were looking for: Gems and Valuable things. Let’s split up” you inform Spear, who nods and goes to the left. You decide to go to the right. Looking around on the floors and ceilings of the hallway, you come to a medium sized room with some old papers and some writing on the walls. You go over to investigate, but you can’t read the strange scrawl. You decide to continue on for a little while longer. You find nothing of value, for awhile. On your way back to the entrance, you see a pile of gems you missed in the room with the writing. You run over to it, but halfway through the room you hear a *click* noise. You stop.

‘Huh, what was-’ is all you have time to think. And then you can only feel intense burning pain, as two large swinging boulders (which you didn’t notice) slam into your body and wings. “AHHHHHHHHhh” you scream in pure agony, as you crumple to the floor. Suddenly you feel nothing, just laying there, blood pouring out of your wings and back. You try to move, but fail. You cry out “HELP!” as loud as you can manage (which is somewhat weaker than a normal dragons), and roar. Your body is just laying there, the pool of blood now reaching to your face. ‘And this is how I die, I guess’ you think to yourself, ‘No mate, no gems, no… life’.

You start to become very sleepy, but you try to remain awake. Suddenly you see a dragon speed around the corner towards you. You can’t tell who it is.

“Fizzle?” you hear the dragon say with a slight panic, “Fizzle!”. The dragon rushes over to you, but now it’s really hard to stay awake. You look up at the dragon, who has now picked you up and was running down the corridor. ‘G-Garble?’ you think. ‘Garble came to save me’.

You find that thinking is too tiring, and you pass out.

“Dammit Fizzle!” is the last thing you hear