And this is the little Agape, main character of my Spyro One-Shot fanfic.

Agape and the fanfiction © me
Spyro © his owners.

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Here's the fanfic.
(This is the version that  razzek kindly corrected for me. <3 So it is clearer. ^^)

Once upon a Winter, the snow was falling lightly on the Earth, covering the ground with its soft mantle. All the creatures were protected in their warm homes except for some fauns, who were still out enjoying the day and filling it with the sounds of their pan flutes, and one little creature... A dragon.

Agape the dragon was looking at them, hidden behind a frozen bush, trembling.

She wasn't like the other dragons for she was born differently. First, she wasn't able to breath fire or ice or any other element. Her wings, feathery and white, were too small to let her fly. Her eyes let her see only the shadows of a world she always wanted to discover. But she had a unique gift: the ability to heal the wounds and warm the hearts of other creatures.

That winter little Agape was burning with desire to join that happy company of fauns, to feel like anyone else at least once in her life. Because she never was considered "normal" by the other dragons. Because she wasn't a dragon, in their eyes...

One young faun noticed small Agape spying on his friends playing their music. The faun saluted the dragon, who jumped away in surprise and landed between the other fauns. They stopped their pan flute music and looked at her, curious and surprised as much as she.

The faun, whose name was Augustus, introduced the dragon to his friends. She was very shy and her excited babbling made the fauns smile. There was something in her soft, sweet voice. Innocent and pure, just like a child's.

"I... I am sorry if I disturbed you... But I loved your music so much that I was wondering if I could join you..."

Those were her exact words. They were all so happy! A dragon playing a pan flute, surely not something that you saw every day. The fauns built her her own instrument and taught her how to use it. Maybe she wasn't "good" as a dragon, but what about being a faun?

Agape loved them all and they loved her just as much. All together they wandered through the many Worlds, evoking astonishment and curiosity, satisfying the little dragon's desire to visit new places and, especially, to feel accepted. This all lasted some months, but nothing lasts forever.

In a frozen realm there was a fairy queen. She was both angry and jealous because of the popularity of that original company. Her icy heart was corrupted by anger. Alone in her castle made of crystal, looking at how a creature like a dragon was more loved and accepted than she, that was surely more beautiful and rich of talents, made her seethe!

The Queen turned herself into a cold, cruel wintry wind and blew on Augustus's eyes, putting into them bewitched thorns of crystal. The faun suddenly changed, becoming more like the fairy: evil, jealous and arrogant. Agape was very worried and so were his other friends.

Some days passed. Then Augustus lured the little dragon to a solitary glade. The snow was like a soft carpet under his hooves, his eyes two fragments of ice.

"Augustus! Where are you...!!!" Agape cried.

"I am here, I was waiting for you."

"I am so worried... You seem so different! What happened to you?"

When she came near to him he jumped on her, stabbing her with the knife he was hiding behind his back. She was surprised and frightened, but she was too weak to resist him. He stabbed her in the heart and the throat, merciless, and her blood dyed the snow red all around.

When he saw her wan body on the ground, the thorns in Augustus' eyes melted away. The Queen's wrath was satisfied, the wicked spell was broken. He saw what he had done and he fell to the ground beside her, intending to take his own life... But a voice interrupted him. With her last breaths, Agape said...

"I forgive you, Augustus... You didn't know what you were doing... I am not angry with you..."

Then she closed her eyes forever.

The faun picked up her lifeless body with delicate care and took it to the place where they first met.

Under the bush there was a little dragon now. A small, sleeping dragon that would never wake, and around her, there grew a crown of white roses.

So ends the story of Agape, the little pan flute playing dragon. Don't be too sad for her. Maybe, high in the sky, she still plays her pan flute, cheered by many other heavenly creatures, finally equal to everyone, as Death makes everyone belong. If you're out on a windy, wintry day, listen carefully: maybe you can hear the sound of her pan flute in the peaceful silence.