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Out of date. by Backlash91 Out of date. by Backlash91
"E-excuse me, sir?"

I looked up from the wood grains of the table. A pink mare stood nervously on three hooves not  a few paces away. Her eyes shifting back and forth, locking with anything but my own.

I snorted, sliding my drink closer and clasping a talon over it's top. Attempting to resume my staring contest with the table failed.

The mare fidgeted and I could not help but twitched reflexively at her movements. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"What?"

She flinched, I saw it. I waited.

"..I...W-well there seems to be a small, teensy, tiny problem with your um... Your currency." 

Focusing my frustration into the tips of my mug, I watched as the metal rim bent inwards. The mare rubbed her leg forelreg and then chuckled nervously.

"Eheheh...y-yes. You um...You gave me several different types, and all of them I am...unaware are currency." My vision slipped to the left, subtly watching as she deposited my money. Gold coins from the caspian sea, four polished bottle caps from a rundown soda plant, some cube like gold chunks that shimmered and made interesting noises when one jangled them around, and a slip of cloth like paper from 1945. 

In each respective worlds, these items had held their own value, and once more finding myself in another, they were worthless.

I let slip a small growl subconsciously. I shouldn't have to do this. I used to be a creature known all over the place. A figure recognized for my skills, bravery, heroism, and my character. I was loved, adored and cherished as one of the important beings to know of. If someone did not know of me and my greatness, they were taught. 

If they refused, they were worth less than nothing to me and my followers.

Time changes though, and as time is fickle, so too are the followers who used to be at my beck and call. I didn't want to admit it, but I craved that feeling again. to be needed, to be craved, and to be necessary again. 

When they began diminishing I told myself, "wait for the sequel, they''ll be right back at my side." That was partially true, new faces, new memories, and new adventures caused a slew of differences from my original drive to fame. Slightly different, but with similar results. I got back into the spot light, I got back my followers.

Times change though. Time always changes.

A Hoof gently tapping the table near me broke me out of my thoughts and I glared at the mare. Was it her fault I was nearly forgotten? No, and it would be rude of me to act as such. Had her world altered my form? Stolen my wings and changed my fire? Yes, but again she was not to blame.

A bit of irony that the very things that ruined me, were the things I sought most.

Followers. Fans. Admirers. They go by many names and yet always the same they stay. 

"S-sir, do you have any bits to pay for that drink?" She asked, lowering her hoof once more. I blinked, and sighed. The cup slid from my grasp and slowly across the table with a gentle nudge of my talons.

My voice sounded old, tired, weary. I felt like all three.

"No, I do not. I am not from around here, and the currency I hold is little more then junk here, as it was in the last placed. My apologies for tainting your eve. I will be going." 

I turned and extricate myself from the cushioned chair. It was here I was again reminded of another failure. each realm I came to, I was shaped by it. In one, I was some kind of massive radioactive beast, little ryme or reason as to my purpose. Another, I was a cute little dragon that was suddenly summoned to fight small impish shadows, and yet still in this realm, I was....diminutive.

The mare stood of similar hieght to my head spines. She frowned and looked at the door.

"I--that wasn't what I meant sir, please stay! If you are down on your luck, I can offer you a temporary job tonight, You could--"

"No amount of temp work will bring me what I truly desire." The sharp click of my teeth ended any rebuttal she might have had. She looked away. I did too. 

I'd made it to the door and was inches from breaching the maelstrom of friendship land, when I heard her voice. I had not lost my excellent senses.

"I know what you desire."

Purple eyes met blue ones. I stared at her with...confusion? I would call it that. I'd been through other realms, the same situation over and over again. 

Sir this currency does not work, you need to pay or leave. I was going through the motions.

She'd brought them to a crashing halt.

"What is that supposed to mean?" My voice filled with something reminiscent of hope...

"Acknowledgment." 

I caught my breath before it could escape. I looked directly at her, slowly. Cautiously. 

I found her doing the same.

"...And why would I desire that?" There it was again. Hope. That stupid ideal that got me where I am now. One side told me to try, the other more fearful side of me, was saying the same thing over and over again.

time always changes.

The mare shivered and walked closer, her hooves clacking in natural rhythm. She stopped a foot or so from me and gave me a sympathetic look. 

"You are like me, like that pony across the street that gets passed by every time. Time and Time again I said I had a purpose, I had a plan." She waved her hoof around the empty bar. "Look where that took me. I am a side show for the main event, a piece of the puzzle but not the picture it shows. You're another puzzle that no longer has any...."

"Importance..." I whispered.

She nodded, that gentle smile donning her face. 

"My name is Gilded Carafe, and you are the first patron i've ever had walk through these doors of their own volition." That gave me pause, and I turned to face her fully.

"Truly? Does no one enter without a purpose?" I smirked, but apon watching her smile strain, I let it slip away.

She chuckled morosely. "If they have no reason to be here, they aren't. That's how it is for us side shows....side characters...." 

I nodded curtly. "I...I find myself agreeing, ma'am." It made me feel an infinitesimal amount of actual joy to see her smile honestly. I let my feet carry me to the bar and I claimed a seat for myself. She took to the backside of the bar and began routinely polishing the counters. They were too clean it seemed.

So...." She began, her rag slowing down in rotations. "You a side character too?"

I shook my head. I then nodded, making her lift a brow. She slid a mug to me, and I caught it in my talons. A smile brimmed on my lips, a good one. her ail showed it well through the glimmering liquid.

"No...and yes...My name is Spryo....and I used to be the main attraction...."


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Never let your childhood heroes be forgotten, lest they find no solace in the after realms they travel--

Backlash91
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DarthWill3 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Bad luck, Spyro. You've been reduced to a has-been.
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Historian-JS Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Spyro, one of the iconic characters of the PS1 era, never thought that years later he would end up like this....

can't imagine how the first FPS game character ended up 24 years later. (hmm... must work on that actually)

Awesome rendition of the little dragon by the way.
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Backlash91 Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016
thanks JS, I am glad ya liked it ^^
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Zepher87 Featured By Owner May 29, 2016
Love this story and what it tell's. Awesome work ^^
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Vile-Flesh Featured By Owner May 22, 2016
The art and the story are amazing.  I will never forget my childhood heros, they are still my heros.
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MiguelofKing Featured By Owner May 22, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah! :D
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SaphiraDragonHert Featured By Owner May 22, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
OH MY GOD!!!! This pulled at my heart. I loved spyro as a child. Now your tempting me to give him a better fate. Like have my OC Nyota recruit him as a personal guard. And someone who isnt a pony to better chat with. Maybe he could help her learn to work with her dragon self.

I love Spyro! And he looks amazing in your style!
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Veteran1972 Featured By Owner May 21, 2016
Like so many others from the old days.
PS1.....Nintendo........Doom.........Dirk the Daring.......video disks the size of large dinner plates!!
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