darkSpyro

Why would I kill Cynder, this early in the story? I am not done with the torture!! Yet... ever...

Well...
I will find myself at this site doing nothing with a bit of homework to do still, so I thought that I would finnish something that I started after playing DotD. Be warned now, if you decide to follow this, it may be days between posting. There will be spelling and gramer errors.

This is the first Fan Fiction that I have ever writen.

I know that if this seems to log, you won't want to read this here. I made this site because I was bored, didn't like the colors, the font was to small and nobody else has done this. I also have a written some about what goes on in my head while I write.

I am lazy but having fun.
BTW: if I am on this site, I will most likely be in the little chatroom that I was messing around with in the site in the Pict Gallery (Not using it for what it meant for)
This is the site


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Arthurs note
This story takes place after DotD, it also ignores the last part of the last cut scene. (The pair flying)

Chapter 1
A new adventure

_____Two dragons lay prone on the grass at the base of a massive tree in the heart of a thick, luchious forest. Not a sound to disturb the peace, so silent the sound of the trees growing can be heard if one is willing to wait and listen. Pale green light filters throught the canopy settling on ground around the pair. A faint breeze rubs the leaves of a few trees together as it passes, but it dies quickly. Time in this forest itself seems to slow down to gaze upon the natural beauty of the world it controls with an iron grip. One of the dragons stirs, lifting its head to glance around at the forest around. It stands slowly streaching like that of a common feline. It is fragile in appearance, dark but not quite jet black, with spikes on the back of her head. She stands and starts to walk, hesitently at first, as if she couldn't believe the world was still under her feet. "Spyro," she calls, "Wake up, where are we? How did we get here?"
The other dragon begins to stir. He yawns and looks up. "Cynder is that you?" he responds sluring the words together slightly,"My head is pounding."
"Yes," she answers,"This time it is you."
"Ok, I am not sure where we are, all I can recall is a bright, pulsing light, and voices, hundreds of them, saying that it has begun."
"What has?"
"I am not sure,"
The second dragon, Spyro, gets up and takes a few steps, fighting fruitlessly against gravity before falling to the ground. "Damn these hind legs, built for jumping not walking," Spyro utters bitterly.
"Just be glad we aren't like the unlucky hatchlings from the stories, deformed and lame, dying before our time. Ge glad you are alive Spyro."
"I know," Spyro says, standing at last,"I know, lets go!"
Cynder stares blankly at Spyro for a second, "Where, go where Spyro."
Spyro sighs, sitting down, "I don't know," he said, "I want answers, and I am sure we will not get answers by sitting and waiting for somebody to find us. For all we know, they think we are dead. Sacrficed to make an era of peace that may not come for all we know. Everyone that could find us may all be dead as well, or injured. For all we know, we may be the only dragons left on this planet. Then what Cynder? Then what?"
"I don't know, there are to many things that are beyond our control."
Spyro slowly stood and walked over to one of the larger patches of light, and stared throught the hole through which it came. He sits back slightly, and jumps to one of the lower branches, catching it with his claws, using momentom to flip around the branch, and landed on top, using a quick lash with his wings to maintain balance. "It's your turn Cynder," he called, amused by the supprised expression she wore.
"Where did you learn to do that? And why haven't you ever done that before while I was chained to you"
"Well first, I taught myself how to do it, how else could I catch Sparx at the top of trees, I couldn't fly then. Second, simpily, there was no need. I could fly." Spyro nimbly jumped to the next branch. "Come on Cynder, you have seen me make it twice now. Give it a try or just climb either way works."
Cynder, deciding quickly, jumped, but laking the expirence Spyro had, over shot and hit the branch full force with her chest. Cynder, being a smaller, more supple dragon, caught the branch before falling to the ground, and was able to pull herself to the top of the branch. Spyro, on the other hand, clung to the branch, trying despiratly to keep from laghing. Cynder, ignoring Spyro, jumped a second time and glided to the branch, questioning herself why she had not done that the first time.
After many more minutes of strugling, the pair made it to the canopy. To their luck Spyro spotted a strong wind that blew north-east about a mile to their left. The pair lept into the air, a new thrill filled their hearts. They winged twords the wind, doging and chasing eachother, filled with the glee of flying out in the open. Finally getting to the wind, a wild race broke out between the two, who would get wherever first, who would tire out first, who would spot something.

The Ancestors watched and laughed at the pair, turning the wind slightly so the pair would reach a city, long forgoten but inhabited.

awesome!

Good chapter, and its your very first fanfic!

Good job

Please note that this chapter is “darker” than the first seeing as I wrote this at Midnight and just got around to posting it. I love the world that I create, and just have to shave the love with you.
(At the star * this is the note)
No, I am not crazy, psychopathic, or anything like that I am just what comes to me, or funny conversations earlier this week.

Chapter 2
The tower of Malefor

____Flying gleefully for hours, the two young dragons spotted a tower on the horizon. With the wind behind them, the pair made it to the tower in record time, completely oblivious to the small creatures darting in and out of the trees below.
"Spyro," called Cynder, "Can you remember the name for a city with one tower?"
"No. I can’t see anything else. All I can see is the tower, no landmarks, nothing."
The dragons continued to the city. An unknown forced seemed to be drawing them in, like a fish on a hook. After hours of flying towards the tower, its immense size began to show. It loomed taller and taller, bigger and darker, filling their sight with the awesome size of the structure itself. It was not a mountain, but just as massive, as if it had been lifted from the earth itself by some unthinkable beast. Each stone could only be compared to boulders of some unknown stone, each crack, each imperfection; each blemish was lost in the shadow the obelisk cast over the forest. It was beautifully crafted, just to massive to take in all at once. An odd feeling began to gnaw at Cynder's stomach, at first she ignored it persisted, and then it came to her. "Spyro, we have to get out of here. That tower was created by Malefor when he was first banished. It pulses with an icy aura. Things will happen there that should never be seen. Malefor told me about it while I was corrupted with the dark magic, ill repeat it but I really don't want to."
"Let’s go around, but please, I want to know it will encourage me not to turn around."
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"Ok, you wanted it, I warned you." Cynder sighed, "Ok, The basic story is that that was the place that Malefor went when he wanted to be entertained by the gorillas. What he went there to see was not fighting, but torcher. He would watch the natives of around the tower be killed in the most brutal ways. He would sit and watch a group of about thirty, chained together, march the inside perimeter of the chamber till all but one died of being over worked as well as starvation and dehydration. As each one died the load became heavier till it was two dragging twenty-eight. Then the survivor was chained to a wall and tormented with either water or food till they went crazy or ate their own limbs. Shall I continue?"
"Yes please do."
"After many, many years of testing he created a fungus that ate away at the flesh, but left the veins, most of the capillaries, arteries, and nerves untouched. It also cauterized any blood that it touched. What set the Fungus apart was the fact that it produced only 3 pea sized spores that would only come alive when eaten. When the host died, the spores fell out away from the victim, and the fungus dies The process took only five hours, the host was dead in the first four. Malefor commonly used this on anyone that needed to be punished severely in his own forces. It was said to be the second most painful way to die because it start bad and doubles each second till death. the fungi released something that prevented fainting and blacking out. Evidently the fungus was edible after it died, that was the food given to the prisoners if they were to be kept for an extended period of time. Shall I continue?"
"Ummm..." Began Spyro before he was interrupted by Cynder.
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"Ok," She began, feeling sick, but slightly enjoying the reaction she got from Spyro. “This one is a little more brutal than torcher. He would annually collect the deformed, the insane, the challenged, the emo, the suicidal, the retarded as well as the Down syndrome children, and put them in a small room. He would then watch and laugh at what happened to them. He described it as 'All hell breaking loose' sometimes, then he would laugh about it some more. Another brutal death was this. He tied a person’s hands to one side of a pole above their head, and their feet to the other. He would then suspend the pole and person, feet down, above a lava pit, or one filled with starving animals. The rope used to suspend the person went between two hooks to a sand bag that weighed more than the person. Malefor himself would rip a small hole in the bag. As the sand emptied the person dropped closer to his/hers death. If it was lava, the person would burn bit by bit till they were dead. if it was a pit of starving beasts, the person was torn apart bit by bit."
"Ok Cynder. I get it. I can't help to wonder what your dreams are plagued with, and I don't want to know right now. Oh and thanks for the distraction, we are around the tower and to our luck the wind picked up again."
Cynder chuckled slightly, “I know the feeling. Hey look at how low the sun is in the sky. Beautiful up here isn’t it? You know, now that I recall, I have visited that tower before; I went many times during the couple years. I think that I went there for instruction about what to do next, to learn the plans of Malefor, even though he wasn’t on this world at the time. I think the ability had something to do with what the rocks have in them, Dark gems I think.”
“Really? Can you just stop talking for a while, I would like some time to think. Besides we need a place to land and sleep, not near That place. I think I see smoke or something on the horizon. Lets follow the wind to that.”


I'll be away till Sunday, don't expect one till then.

Awesome Chapter!

Interesting story.

Chapter 3
The Banished


Spyro looks around only to see a greyish fog and amorphous figures surrounding him. “Where am I? Where is this place? I like it here. Why do I feel like I am flying? I am standing still but feel as if I am flying. I must be flying and standing At The Same Time! Ok, now what to” …Spyro…. “What’s that? Who’s th” … Spyro…

“Spyro…” called Cynder, “SPYRO, Wake UP”
“Wha… Was I sleeping?” asked a confused Spyro. “About how long?”
“Ya,” She replies, “literally asleep at the wings. I would have to guess about 20 minutes, till I noticed.” She concluded.
“Damn, that was fun.” Spyro mumbled.
“Before you fall asleep again, we need to find a place to land,” started Cynder.
“Hey, look at that, I see the light and smoke of a fire!” interrupted Spyro.
Cynder, having little choice, followed Spyro to the ring of trees. She joined the low, wide circles he was completing around the opening. A small amount of the light was being reflected off her scales. She loved being able to fly silently and unseen, being able to observe and listen without the creature of her interest knowing what was going on. Glanced up, looking around for a second before catching sight of Spyro. He was flying ahead and off slightly to the right, tilted into the turn. He was just a shadow, blocking some of the stars. The slight reflection of the light off his scales made him like part of the sky. She shook her head, clearing the distractions, and looking down towards the fire.

There were three creatures around the fire, one sitting next to the fire, one lying on a mat next to the fire, and one under a tree away from the fire. They were all about twice either of the Dragons height, and well built. They all were different colors and covered in fur. Each had two, bushy, long tails. They all were built to walk on two legs. They looked much like a crossbreed of a Golden Retriever and a Fox, only with less thick fur. Their eyes looked much like the eyes of a common feline as it prepared to pounce upon its prey. They were all clean creatures, not much dirt anywhere on them, and their fur shone with the traces of constant attention. The one leaning against the tree at the edge of the circle was almost a jet black in color, with a touch of white at the tip of its tails. It was staying there, not moving and fiddling with the tip of one of its tails. The one sitting next to the fire was carving a large stick, tossing the occasional shaving into the fire to watch it burn. It was a brown one. The pattern that covered it was blotchy browns that seemed to change slightly as it shifted its position. The pattern looked much like the bark of the trees that surrounded the area. Had it been sitting still, the pair could have mistaken it as a stump. The third, the one on the mat next to the fire, was a striped, spotted green. Green as the grass that grew around the clearing, as the leaves that covered the trees. This one was not as camouflaged as the brown one, but could have been easily over looked. The black one looked up and said to the green with a clear, crisp, deeper voice, “Felina, what do you see in the sky above that so completely takes you whenever you lie down. They are just stars, they will be there tomorrow, the next day, and till the day you great, great, great, grandkids die. They will be there till the end of time the exact same way you see them now.”
Felina replied, with a crisp, clear, higher voice, “Stanton, why does it seem that that question comes back every night? Why can’t males ever be satisfied with the answers that I give them? I look up at the heavens above time after time again because it is so massive that it is not possible to take it all in in one glance. I watch them because each time I look at the same spot I see something new.”
Stanton, not liking the answer asked the third, “Cacumen, what is your opinion on the answer.”
“It was a fine answer. Anyhow, because of that you question, you have managed to give our friend all our names,” answers Cacumen in a deeper, rougher, darker, voice. “You can come down now, We will not harm you in any way, shape or form. We promise, Right Stanton?”
“Yes…” Stanton answered grudgingly.
“We were being watched? I thought about that at one point. How long ago did you notice?” asked Felina.
“When it started the circles,” answered Cacunem.
Spyro stopped and hovered, waiting for Cynder.
Passing, Cynder whispered, “Go down, I’ll keep watch.”
Spyro hesitated a moment longer. He got what Cynder meant, but still was unsure. Making up his mind, He dropped and glided over to Cacunem. Before he landed, he glanced over at the other two one last time. Hearing a thud he looked back at Cacunem to find him on his back about 5 paces away. “Startled you? Sorry.” A glance back at Stanton and Felina revealed that they also where just as amazed as Cacumen.
“Dragons? Dragons! I thought that you only existed in myths!” Stammered Cacumen, “The ones that terrorized the elders, stories, everyone!”
“A promise is a promise,” Spyro reminded the group, glancing up to see the fleeting glimpse of Cynder. “So, what can you tell me? I am tired and need a place to spend the night. Besides that what are you doing out here in the middle of a massive Forrest, Tell me about yourself, then, if I am not asleep, I can try to answer anything you ask about us.”
“You can stay the night with us if you want,” answered Felina, “Did you travel alone?”
Spyro looked up to find Cynder’s shadow hovering, A sign that she agreed to the predictable answer.
“No I came with a friend,” Spyro answered, then calling to Cynder, “You can come down now.”
Cynder hovered a moment longer, then glided slowly over to Spyro, alighting silently on the earth beside him, getting another gasp from the not fully recovered Cacumen. Stanton walked calmly over to Cacumen and helped him up and over to the other side of the fire, sitting down on the mat with Felina.
“Will he be alright?” asked Cynder.
“Yes, he will be fine; it will be explained in a bit,” Explained Stanton, “So you want out story? I can start, Felina and Cacumen will add in, seeing that I am the main reason we are out here.

“Felina and I are twins, Cacumen is five years my senior. It all started the night that I discovered a secret about the ‘God’ of our religion. “I announced the idea to the public, and the elders, feeling that the idea could hurt the religion they teach,” Stanton started,

“Banished us…”


About the names
Felina, made up, in the future will reflect her personality (feline?)
Stanton, found online in a name generator, thought it fit
Cacumen, means treetops in latin, I think I chose it because I said his fur looked like the bark of a tree,

Chapter 4
A travelers story

_____“It started a while ago, I had a dream that what I was being told was completely false, that everything I believed was wrong. I heard in that dream that there was proof if I just opened my eyes a little and started to mentally question everything that I was told, to look around places that I wasn’t supposed to, to walk around in a holy area during the night. I was told that if I were to figure something out, it would come more easily. I listened to those directions over and over again, every time I closed my eyes I would see images of the services cross my eyes and hear the words over and over again.

_____“I started by reading and listening to as much as I could about the religion. I compared it to the history books at the library; the ones that the elders say are ok. I did not find anything there, but in a story that I heard a while ago, there was a hermit that lived south of the town, deep in the woods, a full days hike out to the general area, and a half day of searching. That meant that I would end up locked outside the city during the night, but I left anyway. My sister Felina, being as she is, did not let me leave alone. She came with me on the first trek out into the unforgiving wilderness.

_____“The first part of the trek went well, just getting there was the hard part and that was behind us. It was night then, just to make everything better. Finding the hermit was going to be the harder to impossible part. About an hour of searching later, we spotted something moving ahead. It was not aware of our presence. It turned out to be the head priest. I have to thank Felina for that. She was the one that climbed the trees silently and was able to see the figure as it walked by. We found his tracks and followed them. Remembering the dream I noted the presence of a priest this far from the city.

_____“Following the tracks was relatively easy. It turned out to be a worn groove in earth. Following the path to a grove of trees where it abruptly stopped well faded really. Looking around the grove revealed a small door hidden well between two trees. Bracing ourselves for the worst, we knocked on the door to find it swinging open reviling a small figure. ‘Come in, what help can I give you youngsters with today’ he rasped. I replied asking for a minute of his time to explain the real history of the city, not the edited version that the elders gave out. He was showed little shock in the question, replying with a laugh, ‘Well now, let us sit down, that story will take more than a minute of my time.’

_____“He proceeded laughing at times, crying at others. Spinning a tale of a young purple dragon by the name of Malefor. The dragons allowed his ambitions to overtake his scene of reason, allowing he to slip into the dark, unpredictable world of dark magic, growing in power and size to push and surpass the restrictions given by the natural world. As Malefor was building his kingdom, he would often check back to this place for a rest then jump back into his plans. The hermit told of the war between my people and the dragon. My people created a religion that kept the general public oblivious to the outside world and allowed the elders supreme power over the city. They created the religion. The Hermit went on to talk about the legendary tower and other things including tortures, but I had gotten what I needed and spent the rest of the time fitting everything together. What he said made lots clear. It explained why there were weekly sacrifices and many, many Things running around for the last three or four years.

_____“I, having what I needed, went home. About a week later I decided that the public needed to know. I announced the message to the public. I forgot that the elders had the ability to control the military, so after I finished my speech, the military took over and arrested Felina, Cacumen and me. We were all in the jail for about 2 months. I got my fair share of injuries from Cacumen and Felina, and right fully so. On the first day of the third month, we were tried and banished from the kingdom.

_____“One the week that we were put out, a MASSIVE earthquake happened and parts of the earth literally flew out of the ground. We were all weight-less for about a minute, and then everything was sucked back down into or to the earth.”

Stanton concluded his story to find Spyro asleep next to the fire. Cynder, on the other hand was wide awake. She was deciding what to ask, and what to tell. Making up her mind she said, “We are tired, we will gladly answer anything that you want tomorrow, but one last thing, before I forget, how long ago was that earthquake? That time will be of importance to us.”

“It was about two days ago, why?” Asked Feliina.

“It may be explained tomorrow”

“By the way,” said Cacumen, “We never got your names.”

“Well, I don’t want to give out our names with his consent,” Cynder said, motioning with her tail to Spyro, “I’ll get back to you tomorrow about that.”

The creatures agreed to that, wandering to separate pads around the clearing, leaving Spyro and Cynder alone next to the dying fire. Cynder, glancing up one last time walked over to Spyro. Feeling as though she was floating , she curled up and slept peacefully for the first time in a while.


(I would like everyone to know that I will take sugestions about how to make the story better.)

maybe they investigate the tower?

Later but yes, they will.

me too

chapter 5, part one
Unexpected Ally

A cool grey fog swirled about, catching currents in the stagnant air, dancing in its own cruel glee. Amorphous figures raced here to there, reappearing to disappear in the fog. The air was stale, as if entering an unexplored cave, but dry, tasteless. The Ground was unseen but not unfelt. Causing anything, or anyone to think twice about stepping onwards. An eerie presence seemed to linger in an area, a marker left from others before.
Spyro “woke” to find himself curled up in a ball, in a strange place, cursing himself for trusting anyone other than himself and Cynder. As he glanced around he began to see that he wasn’t in any room, but in a wide open space.

“HELLO… HELLO… HELLO… hello… ello… elo… el… Where am I… ere am I eream I… erem I…ereI… erI… I… i”

As the last of the echoes of several more calls died out, they suddenly stopped all together. Another voice overpowered Spyros. It was dark; it had its own echo within each word it so carefully pronounced. The voice was a melody of many tied together, in a distorted, unnatural way.

“Spyro, many nights have I spent trying to procure a moment of your precious time to share the knowledge that I deem important for you to know. How you shall use it, or how you react is left up to you. I shall try to guide you if I am needed. Before I reveal myself, I remind you that I am on your side now. An ally if you will, my hatred towards you ceased as my knowledge increased. There is much in this world that I cannot control, but you can. I also shall tell you now it is useless to attack me now, I do not take injury like anything that lives. You could attack me for eternity and nothing about me would change, I never tire, I never take injury.”

“Ok, reveal yourself,” Spyro said wearily. The voice was familiar but distant, like an idea without a subject.

“Remember this youngling, you can heed this advice or suffer for ignoring it, it is your choice but the choice is clear,” announced the voice as a resounding thud sent chills up Spyros spine. Another thud soon followed, then another, quickly falling into a rhythm.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

As they progressed a shape began to form through the fog, building in density and size.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The figure was beginning to take the shape as it walked towards Spyro.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

It was starting become clear, then the fog suddenly left, it disappeared, vanished, lifted. The figure left, standing tall and proud, a massive dragon... A purple dragon.


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I wanted to use this but couldn’t , maybe later?
“It was dead, there was nothing that existed there, and it was a world created for just one purpose…”

(I would like everyone to know that I take suggestions and pointers about the story/writing)

is it malefor?

Chapter 5, part two
Unexpected Ally

“Malefor!” shouted Spyro in dismay, “I thought that I was your sworn enemy!”

“Was, Spyro, was. No longer can I call you an enemy. You bested me and I ended in this place to think, to stay, never to return to the light. I have seen things here and in the other places of my travel in this realm that made what I did look like child’s play. I have seen what comes after me. Even I would hate to live where you do now. What shall happen is beyond you or me, but together we can change that. You and your strength and life, me with my time and knowledge, you and I can stop what is about to happen. There will be consequences that neither of us can see, but if we work together it will be much easier to handle.”

“Why should I trust you? Why are you trying to help me?”

“Why should you trust me? What other choice do you see? I am not asking for you to be a puppet, I am asking you to hear my advice, think it through, and use it to your advantage. Why am I trying to help you? After having what seemed an eternity, I thought through my life, thought of what it could have been, how the choices that I made as a child affected me throughout my life. After the great battle that will occur, the world will not be able to handle another evil purple dragon for a long time, till the natural balances of good and bad are equal once more. I would like to do something to give back, the only way now is to help you, to try and make sure that you are not me.”

“Why are you suddenly so wise, so forgiving, actually wanting to do something for the world instead of destroy it?”

“Spyro, when you are not here, each second out there is an eternity to me. I have had all the time to think through all my actions, it kept me from going mad. I see what mistakes I have made during my life, and I accept that. I just want to make sure that it doesn’t happen to you.”

“Ok, what do you have to say?”

“Trust no one but Cynder. Pick your friends and enemies carefully. Expect the unexpected. Prepare for a loss that could kill you. Where you are going, the ancestors don’t rule. Pass that to Cynder if you want. While on Cynder, do NOT take her for granted. Love her before it is too late, not after. Oh, and tell her I am sorry, IF you mention this dream.

"What is coming your way will test you in all ways. You will not be safe forever. Stay off the roads and travel only by day. If the chance comes, destroy all dark gems DO NOT USE THEM IN ANY WAY, they seem to have a will of their own, they will use you if given the chance. They also will help what is about to come.” (Malefor continued)

“Ok, Thank you for the advice, I will use it wisely, and never forget it.”

With that Malefor turned around, calling over his shoulder, “I will call you back here if I gather something of importance.”
The fog began to return, covering and distorting Malefor’s image till it was just a shape.

Thud… Thud… Thud… Thud…

A his footsteps faded into the distance, resounding, making it seem like there was a hundred of him in the room.

Thud… Thud… Thud… Thud…

Spyro felt light, very light, and started to rise, till he was floating up, and up, and up. Everything was getting blurry, it was getting darker…





“Hey, come on it is time to get up!” Chimed a familiar voice, “We have things to do and a promise to hold. Remember last night?”

“Yes, I do, what do they want to know?”

“Well for starters, our names. Do you think we can trust them?”

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Yeah, chapter 5 down.
How many to go? I don’t know! (it rhymes?)
(I would like everyone to know that I take suggestions and pointers about the story/writing)

Awesome!

ive been reading this before i registerd and its AWSOME!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good story.

Chapter 6 Part one
The hunt

“Well for starters, our names. Do you think we can trust them?” Asked Cynder.
Spyro, recalling Malefor’s advice, passed at her for a moment. Snapping back to reality, he answered, “Yes, but we still need to be careful around them. I think that we should use different names around them. Just in case they have something planned that needs our real names”

“Like what”

“I have no idea, but you never know.”

“Ok, what will we be called if that is one of the questions?”

“How about Cyndi and Kinder?” Spyro suggested, chuckling at the thought.

“Kinder” Responded Cynder, “What kind of a name is that? I get Cyndi, but Kinder?”

“It’s not that bad, besides I thought that I would take Kinder and you Cyndi.”

“That sounds good to me. We need to get back to the group soon, they are preparing breakfast, if we want food, we need to hunt quickly. The group doesn’t have enough meat to feed us as well as themselves.”

“I bet I can get more than you” tempted Spyro

"Oh, come on, not that again,”

“It gets us both a better meal, and the leftovers can be brought to the group, a gift for their kindness.”

Cynder agreed with Spyro and jumped forwards, gliding silently between the trees, narrowly missing some. Spyro chuckled slightly, walking off in a different direction going over the predetermined rules in his head. “After about half an hour, return to the spot we left, bringing your catch. Whoever has the most wins.” It was a simple game, Spyro and Cynder both averaged to about 3. Two was generally enough to feed either any day. Spyro heard a rustling in the brush to the left. Thanking the ancestors that the shape of his legs did not hinder the ability to be silent, stalked forwards. He lashed out with his front left claws, catching a large squirrel thing by surprise. He caught it in his mouth breaking the spine gently, and continuing on.

To Be Continued...

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This is a little side story. It is about 1:20 AM where I live so I am stopping here for the night.
I may end up with this chapter as multiple parts.

Are you serious!?!?!?!?!?!?KINDER AND CYNDI **** ***!!!!!!Awsome chapter though!

I am lazy with names,
it was funny at about 1 AM, though I regret it now, slightly.

I can change it, likely will, if I think of others.
Why do you think I left it open to change?

(I will gladly take suggestions)

Chapter 6, Part two
The hunt


Spyro picked up his kill. Quickly, he scored about 6 more kills. The animals scurrying around did not know what to fear and practically walked up to Spyro. He walked leisurely back to the spot from which they started. He set down his catch and waited.
"Wow!" Felina's voice was heard through the trees, "That was good! I still don’t get where your knowledge comes from Cacumen. You shall never cease to surprise me. Where did you find that herb to add to breakfast?"

Spyro turned away from the conversation going on in the trio of travelers and looked back at the woods to wait for Cynder.
Suddenly Cynder darted out of a bush and ran into Spyro, knocking him over and landing on top of him. "You have to see what I found back in the woods," she panted after dropping her catch next to Spyro's. It was about the same number.

"Why? What is it?"
"I found dark gem, and a very peculiar object next to it, some sort of scroll.”
Remembering the advice given to him in the dream, Spyro agreed to come along.
“We have to destroy the gem. Trying to use it is asking for the destruction of the world, again.
“What? Where did you get that?”
“I’ll explain while we go over there, about how far is it?
“It is just a short sprint from this point. I missed it while flying out.”

The pair started to walk. Cynder bumped Spyro, causing him to stumble slightly. “While on that topic, explain yourself with the names, Cyndi and Kinder?”

“Hey, you agreed to them. I had just woken up. Now I agree with you, they are not good names. Besides, I probably can’t think of a good name on the spot to save myself. If you don’t like them, then why did you agree in the first place?”
“I agreed then because I miss-heard you and was only half listening. Let’s just trust them with our names but remain wary of their actions.”
“Ok, I you think we can trust them. Now back to what I meant about the gems…

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EDIT: took out the random italics(spelling?)

Awesome Chapter!

Freakin awesome man!!! love it

HOARAY ANOTHER AWSOME CHAPTER!!!!

Chapter 6 part three
The hunt

“Last night,” Spyro began, talking quickly for there was not much time. ”I had a dream. It was unlike anything that I have ever dreamt before. I don’t think I told you this, but right before I pulled the world together again, Ignitus told me that ‘[i}a dragons soul never truly leaves this planet[/i]’. I now know this is true. Last night, I got the pleasure of meeting an old friend an old friend again…”

“Ignitus? What did he say” Cynder interrupted excitedly.

“No, not him, but Malefor. The powers that he learned from the dark gems allowed his soul to stay instead of disappearing forever. During the elongated time that he spent down there, he said eternity and some more I think, he thought through his actions, saw what he did wrong, and now sees what he did in the wisdom that can only be acquired through months of thinking. He is now trying to help us, guide us, make sure that you or I don’t become another one of him. He claimed that there is something coming that will test us in everything that we know and love. He also apologies about what he did to you, and would gladly try to help you if you wanted him to, but recommends against it.”

“What! Malefor! How?” Cried Cynder, stopping in her tracks. Spyro turned around to find her staring daggers strait through him.

“No, you don’t understand, what he said and how he sounds are both completely different from what he was before. He sounds kind now; actual concern was in his voice. He is only trying to help us; he is not guiding my actions but offering advice about the future, only advice. Everything that he has said so far makes sense. He also mentioned a new force that will make everything that he has done look like child’s play. Given out situation, I think that we can trust him, he can’t hurt us physically.”

“I know how convening he is, trust him if you want to but stay wary,” Cynder warned. She continued walking, having no choice, and not wanting to leave her side, Spyro followed. Re-thinking his idea about telling Cynder about Malefor, he decided that it was gest if he could trust her and vice-versa.

“There it is!” exclaimed Cynder, “but I could have sworn the gem was deeper in color.”

A strong shiver ran along Cynders spine, branching through all of her muscles. It was the same feeling that she always got when around dark gems. She too was thinking about what Spyro had said, “Maybe he is right, maybe Malefor’s seconds really do last an eternity. I guess that amount of time could really change a soul.” She thought, trying to ignore the growing thought and idea that Malefor could really change.
“Hey, Cynder, can you read this? I don’t recognize the writing,” called Spyro from the middle of the small clearing. She stared at him for a second, “No, I already checked. If you want to destroy the gem do it now. I know it is a dark gem. We can take the scroll back to the trio.”

She watched as he hacked at the gem with his claws, after a couple of hits it fell into dust and floated away on an unknown wind. It was one of the things she liked about Spyro, he was strong and powerful, and if he wanted something done, it would be done soon. She watched as he picked up the scroll with and tried unsuccessfully to call to her to head back. Cynder stifled her laugh, and followed him back to the camp, picking up their catch on the way back.

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Woo! A three part chapter!

turns out the project I was working on is not due for a month or two. (FU calendar, 2011 Feb does not have a 29...)

Ok on to the next.
It should speed up now, depends on what my imagination says.

(comment please, I would like to know what I can do better? Please... anyone... (do you even read this?))

Awesome! Can't wait for the next chapter.

And, you have to be patient. You don't expect readers every second, they have to read for a while.

This story looks amazing I read pieces here and there can I make a little book in my computer it would help because this font is small and get my eyes crossed and you should really publish this I haven't even read this yet and i'm syked to.

Chapter 7 part one
The scroll (Yeah a name)

A new era was about to take on the new world, slowly the leader of the new era would be chosen and bombarded with tasks that would kill a normal creature with ease. If the creature is to pass these tests, it will be looked upon as the new god of the next few eras, if none survives, the world will be destroyed, and the path that was taken during the creation of the world will forever be lost. If the creature chosen is not strong enough to remain on the world for long enough, mass chaos will follow; the past will be repeated till a new hero can be chosen. The events of that hero’s life will be the only preparation till the next choosing. The current hero of the era has been lucky, the hero is well prepared, but how the hero will perform is his choice alone. The hero’s current allies will help him through journey, but not all will make it through alive if the wrong path to the finish is chosen. There are many choices that the hero will have to make, are his allies to be trusted alone, or is the thought of their imaginary death to menacing to deal with. A single soul watches the young pair as they walk; it right now can’t do anything but watch. From the blades of grass, to the leaf that alone falls to the ground, to the animals that scurry through the underbrush, through the very eyes of the pair itself, it watches. It feels a slight pulling at the edges of its being, like a snagging twig that breaks off at any pressure but it is persistent. It is the calling to say that it is time. It is time for the Tester to return, for the Tester to choose the new hero/ heroin of the eras to come. It glides/floats away from the pair and down to the heart of the earth, to the casing of its true body, what will be considered the final defeat for the new heroes/heroines if they are to make it that far along the testing. It does not have to become fully animated again till the hero is that far in the testing. It makes it back to the body and remains asleep in suspended animation to create the tests to come, to go, to choose the characters for the upcoming story.



Spyro lead the way into the camp, muting the conversation that chad consumed the trio for the time. Cynder followed and dropped their catch. The two groups stared at each other for a while. The trio started to laugh, all three started to laugh at the same time. Spyro gently put down the scroll and sat down and waited for the trio to stop laughing.


I ran out of time, this will have to do for 7.1

(I have no idea what to say here)
[yes he does, don't listen to ()]

I am sorry, but I completely blanked about what to write. It was forced at the beginning, so it may sound weird at the start.

Chapter 7 pare two
The scroll

A couple seconds passed, and then the laughter started to die down, slowly. The Trio finally quieted to catch their breath.
“Ok,” started Spyro,”When you have finished with the joke, we have two questions for you, and I am sure you have some as well.”

“We are finished. It is a learned behavior, every time a group is caught off guard in deep conversation, where we live, general laughter starts,” explained Cacumen. He was the only one of the three able to breathe fast enough to talk. “Well go ahead, ask what you will, it will take longer for those two to recover and I know that they have questions aplenty. To many for me to hear the end of them, I will die before Felina asked her fill.” Cacumen responded, still trying to settle down.

“Well, do you eat meat?” asked Spyro bluntly, “if you do we would like to give you part of our catch. We know it probably isn’t much to you, but it is more than we can eat. We want to thank you for allowing us to travel with you for the time being.”

Cacumen hooted with laughter, “Do you eat meat, he asked, do you eat meat!? What kind of a question is that! Of course we do, we have been forced to live off the plants because small game knows enough to fear us!” The others two were rolling on the ground gasping for air.

“Well, I am glad to know that you know how to eat. Evidently all the small game doesn’t know what to fear. It practically walked into me.”
Cynder walked back and picked up the larger of the catch, about seven of them. She dropped them at Cacumens feet saying loudly, hoping for the two on the ground to hear her, “Don’t expect this for every meal. We are not usually this fortunate.”

“I know, replied Cacumen, still chucking.” He picked up one of the smaller ones animals that were given. It was still warm and had only begun to become stiff. “Thanks, I know what we are having for our next meal. You said you had another.”

“Can you tell us what language this scroll is written, and do you have any strong string or rope?” Spyro unrolled part of the scroll and showed it to Cacumen. Cacumen studied it for a while before saying, “It is written in a very old form of our language, back in the time that dragons and my people were united,” he said, growing serious, “where did you find this, and was there anything with it, a stone or a gem?”

“Yes there was,” Cynder responded, “We destroyed it, I personally know what the Gem was capable of.” She looked at Spyro to see him motioning with his head; she stared at him for the moment. He made the motion again, towards Cacumen’s head. She looked up to see Cacumens eyes dancing across the paper, she know that he was trying to take in all he could before they reacted to him standing up with the scroll. She nodded and decided to slap him lightly with her tail. She proceeded, thanking the ancestors that the others were still trying to recover.

Thwack

“Hey,” exclaimed Cacumen as he jumped with surprise as her tail connected with his lower torso. He dropped the scroll at Spyros feet. Spyro acting quickly rolled up the scroll, picked it up, and walked back a few paces before putting it down.

“Hey, I was reading that,” complained Cacumen, “by the way, where is the Gem that you found it with?”

“Destroyed,” replied Cynder coldly, “I know what it can do and I don’t want it to happen again. The world is not ready for that to happen again.”

“The world? Where did y…” asked Cacumen before he was interrupted by Spyro.

“Later or never, do you have any strong twine or rope that I can have; I need to carry this back home somehow.”

“Yes we have some excessively strong twine that you can have, but instead, why don’t you let me stu, er, carry it for you,” stammered Cacumen.

Spyro laughed once, “well, I don’t know if I can trust you with the power that the scroll contains within its lines, I think I will hold onto it, now that twine if you will, the day is being wasted and time is one thing that I cannot afford to waste now.”

Spyro received a good length of twine from Cacumen. After spending some time testing it, to find that it was not only excessively strong, but fire resistant and electricity had no effect on it. Testing the twine, Spyro and Cynder found that they both still had their powers, but their stamina had decreased some over however long they were unconscious. Spyro quickly created a harness out of the twine to keep the Scroll from falling off while in battle or just flying and having a good time with little stunts. The harness itself offered no resistance, and fit snugly without using his wings for a brace, the scroll itself was on Spyros back.

He finished the harness and had time to sit with Cynder to just stare at the clouds as the Trio finished the last of its meal and packed. From looking at the maps, they were to be heading north, away from the creatures city and toward the nearest dragon outpost. It would be a three day journey flying, but with the Trio it would be a ten day trek.

They set off as soon as the Trio finished packing.


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Chapter 7 down

But I have no idea what the creatures in the Trio are called, Ideas anyone?

(Yeah)

[under exaggeration '()' ... HA-ZA CHAPTER 7 IS FINNISHED]

pretty cool

Thanks,

Sweet, from awesome chapter to pretty cool, that doesn't surprise me much. It is slow right now, in my mind while writing. Should go faster, soon, like in the next chapter.

sorry it wasnt ment to be ofensif

NP I half expected it to get that review anyway. I personally though the same.

chapter 8
Second meeting

Cynder glanced down quickly before bringing her head back to a neutral position; Spyro could not be seen around her. Spyro crashed into her back, pushing her down. Her wings could not hold the force of the blow and she fell about fifty feet before catching herself.

It was the third time in a row that Spyro had won the skirmish, though it was still not beating her record of five consecutive wins. Cynder looked up to see that Spyro was now hovering at about the same position she was a minute ago. Cynder stared up at him for a second, the soft light that shown through the clouds created an aura around Sypro. He shot a ball of fire into the clouds creating a small show of light before it died out with a small pop. It was a little thing he picked up for the trip, discovering it on the first day, while they were practicing to wee what had been lost in terms of elements and stamina. The lights amused and awed the creatures more than anything that they had seen. They still wondered how such a small creature could contain so much power. It was times like that when Cynder truly loved him; the light shining softly off his scales, tinting the aura to an off white. His every movement seemed graceful though she knew the effort it took to stay in one place that long, even though she was making small circles. A quick call from Spyro called her out of the state of wonder that she was in.
She found an updraft and quickly rose to the level he hovered.

“That was a good one; you still have to work on that spot behind you,” stated Spyro.

The pair started to move forwards. Flying was easier on both of them; it meant they could glide instead of constantly flapping.

“I know,” Cynder replied, “I forgot again.”

“I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you…”

“Don’t worry so much. I can fend for myself. You should know that batter than anyone else Spyro.”

“I know.”

“Ready for another round?” Cynder asked, a bit of humor enlaced with the question.
Hearing this, Spyro stared dead ahead, deciding, “You’re on!”

Spyro peeled away to the right, trying to get around Cynder to start with the advantage, Cynder, on the other hand, quickly shot up. The fight went on for about twenty minutes. Spyro nearly froze Cynders wings on accident, so Cynder sent an impossibly strong head wind his way.

“Hey!” he complained, “Using elements is against the rules!”

“It is no different than what you did, besides a wind can’t kill you.”

The headwind lasted longer than the pair had expected, allowing Cynder to dive past Spyro so close that he had to tuck in his wings not to get hit. Cynder also caught his tail throwing him out of balance. He fell and almost hit the trees.

He stared up at Cynder. She just hovered there, waiting, like an owl stalking prey. The soft aura created by the soft light filtering through the clouds made her look like a creature that only his imagination could create. The light made her a shadow, on a white background. He could only see the movements that she made nothing else. The effect was magnificent. “How can I let her go?” he thought, “How can I let the creature that stood beside me through all my troubles go? What would I do without her?” He just stared. It was all he could do.

Cynder waited for him patiently, she knew what he was thinking and could not fault him for staying down for a while. She too wondered what
she looked like from that angle with the sun as it is. But he had stayed down there long enough. “Spyro, are you going to come back up here any time soon?” she said weaving a false impatiens into her voice.

He shook his head violently, trying to clear the thoughts and emotions that were trying to control him, “Yes, maybe, how about eventually?”

“Do you want me to come down there to land on you again?” she responded, chuckling.

“No… I will be there before shortly.”

With that he flew to an up draft and rode it back to Cynder.

“I think I have had enough for the day, it is almost time to eat dinner.”

The pair headed down to the trio, who had set up camp and were watching the dragons, and asked for the estimated number of days till they reached the tower. It had not changed. Only After hunting, eating and preparing to sleep did Spyro take off the string harness. It was in no different condition, but he checked all the knots anyway. He fell asleep curled up next to Cynder, and about a hundred paces away from the trio.



Spyro looked up to find himself in a strange place. It was grey, hazy, cold, dead, but familiar. He couldn’t put a claw on it, but he
knew the place.

”Spyro, welcome back.” called a voice that sounded both far and near, clear but mumbled, soft and loud. It was Malefor.

“Hello, what news do you call me back here for.”

”I called you here because I now know what it is. There is also a danger ahead. I also have some information that you need to know, it is about the scroll.

“The scroll! What is it, what does it contain? Why did I fin…”

”It will all be explained in the order that I think is best. I don’t have much time. Malefor said, he had a hint of urgency in his voice. Spyro sat down and did not say a word.

”I have found something about what you are facing, the monster that dwarfs me. It calls itself the ‘Tester’.It has many obligations, but the current one is to choose the next leader of the new era of peace. If all of the candidates fail, it destroys the world and makes a new one in its place. It not only destroys the world, but also that path of evolution.

“The danger ahead is object of your destination, the watch tower of the town that you seek. Long ago, before my time, there was a war between the creature that you now travel with and dragons, the battles raged on and on till an agreement was made, the creatures were to leave the dragon’s lands and never return, or they would be killed on site, and vice versa. The only reason that you weren’t killed on the spot is because the only people that still know about that treaty are scholars that only ever leave their studies to eat, sleep, and excrete. And there are religious leaders as well that will still try to kill the dragons that flew over their lands, at least till I got the better of them. The creatures may have a spear or two thrown at them, till the soldiers see you or Cynder.

“The scroll is an old one of mine; it has the information need about how to use them to become invisible, to spy across the lands, and a couple other things that I can’t recall. Keep it safe. Do Not let the creatures get their hands on it, their hunger for power makes it easy for the dark gems to use them.

“Remember this, live Cynder while you still can, not after. Trust few. Make allies, not enemies. Don’t let fear rule your actions. Remember what I said last time? I would repeat it but I don’t have time.”His voice was fading. That area was getting darker; the air thicker.

If you lose someone along your journeys, do not let remorse get the better of you, don’t grieve it will end badly, you know what I mean…
The voice of Malefor faded through the last bit of advice, almost unheard towards the last words. All Spyro could see now was black.

The feeling of death lifted and he spent the rest of the night in a dreamless sleep.

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I still need a name for the creatures in the trio. I can't, for the life of me create one!

I hope this was better than the last. I had fun, and shall continue to have fun.


(i hate you)
[i know]

That was realy cool

Just a question, is it against anything here to kill or almost kill any of the characters in the story now or in the future? or do I just have to make them 'magically' go away?

KILL THEM
goes dark and kills smirf991

Chapter 9
Watchtower





“One, sir, I see something moving down in those trees to the south-west side of the building. At the rate that they are moving, they will be in range in about tem minutes.” shouted five.

“Very good five, this is the first time that I will ever see those things, and I am sure that it will also be the last time that I will ever see them alive. If on fact that it one of them and not the wind again,” reported One

“I am sure that it is a group traveling together, it has been moving in towards us for the last five minutes, not changing speed or directions.”

“By the way five, where are they, I cannot see any movement in the trees, nor can I smell anything.”

“They are there, I can see through the small gaps in the leaves, and they crossed a clearing about a mile from where they are now.”

“I guess young eyes can see further than mine. I will call Nythanyal over, it is the first call all week, I am sure that he will be glad to know about this.”

One left leaving five, a spearman to his watch. It was his seventh week out, and the seventh and last day of the week. He was working for twelve weeks, and wanted to leave this dreaded tower. Nothing ever happened here and nothing ever would. The call he just made could have easily been another one of the massive animals that roamed around the base of the tower. The moles always seemed to get the lesser part of the fair deal that his kind made with the dragons many, many hundreds of years ago. But, there were always cared for, and always knew that during a war they would be safe and fed, so he was not worried about treatment around here. Nythanyal was the head around here, so anything that he said was lay for the time being. His name was Jeremy, but during the service he was known as five, till he was called upon again, then his number would change again. He continued to watch the movement of the group in the forest, knowing that something was different about this one. His thoughts drifted to his home, his wife, his parents and his kids, knowing that there was a small chance that his trip would be prolonged if this was a hit. Also, as a spear man, his aim was not perfect, he tended to through left of his intended target, but at range there was not much that he could do to stop it but hope for the better wind.

“Five,” rang a deeper voice, holding authority, one that wanted to be obeyed even if it meant death, “Show me where the group that you spotted now walks.” It was Nythanyal.

“South-west, about a mile from the base, moving towards the tower. They may be here in about three minutes.” Five responded, quickly.
“I see them, you have seen correctly. It is a group of them, good job.” Nythanyal said. “Through a warning when you see them.”

“Yes sir,”

The group waited a while before something emerged from the trees.

“There they are, toss the warning flag… they didn’t stop… Five, you take the first, everyone else, on my call.”

Five threw the spear. As he let go of the shaft, Nythanyal called.

”Wait! Don’t let go! There are Dragons…”





“Spyro!” Cynder called, “I see the tower, let’s stick to the ground for the next part of the journey.”

Cynder and Spyro meet the trio on the ground. Cynder watched as the trio recalculated the path and noted that they were moving much faster than they thought. From the distance that she gave and the now accurate rate of their travel, the new time was about 2 hours. They also liked the idea of the dragons walking the last bit instead of flying. Cynder knew that they felt safer with the dragons by their side. She had a feeling that the approach to the tower would not be as easy as the trio said.

Spyro walked silently, knowing that whatever happened at the tower would be a test of will and strength. He knew that he had the strength to do whatever was thrown at him, but he knew how easy it was to be taken by the dark energy. He knew that something was going to go wrong, but when and what were unknown, and that is what worried him.

Two hours passed and the base of the tower was easy to see. “Cynder, something is going to happen here, I know it,” Spyro admitted.

“What, they will not attack dragons, it is our tower.”

“I know, but they will attack the trio. There is a treaty that was signed a long time ago, back when the creatures and the dragons lived in the
same city, which said that there will be no interactions between the creatures and us. The result would be death. It was so long ago that the exact wording has been forgotten and whoever catches the other kills them. Now it is unknown what will happen because the situation that were are in now was never mentioned in the treaty.”

“Was it another dream meeting with Malefor?”

“Yes, he said some other things but they are not important now.”

“Let’s hope for the best, whatever that may be.”

Cacumen stopped the rest of the trio behind the edge of the forest. He was motioning up to the unseen top of the tower. He whispered something to Felina, whose happy expression slowly changed to something that neither Spyro nor Cynder could understand. She glanced at Stanton, who had also heard, waiting for a response that did not come.

Felina called over Spyro and Cynder,”What do you know that you are not telling us. I overheard some of that conversation between you two and I know that it had something to do with us. Cynder, why do you shift your weight constantly while standing before me now?”

Cynder had not noticed her own unease, but it had a good explanation. “Spyro, you can tell, You know more about this than I do.”

Spyro stared at her for a second, he knew that it was for the best, “Ok, There was a treat that was signed a couple thousand years ago; it
stopped all communication between our races. The exact wording doesn’t seem to matter anymore seeing as the originals were lost. What happened a hundreds of years ago was that whoever found the other killed them, but now it has changed again with the recent wars. I am not sure what will happen, fit could be death, it could be capture, they might not do anything. Traveling in a group as we are now was never specified or happened as far as I know, so what happens is unknown.”

Stanton was the first to respond, angrily, “Well that would have been nice to know, before now. Are there any other smalll things that we should know about the past that will have a small effect now?”

“Not that I know of, as of now. But before you ask, it is better if I don’t try to explain it, you do not know enough about what happened throughout the last war. It would take about a day to go over everything, but all that I know, not everything that happened, I hope to get that while in the castle or if we get back to the temple.”

“That’s nice, let’s go. I still think that you should have told us before.”

“I didn’t know till last night.”

“Oh, so we were held up by a dream? That makes everything clear.” Stanton exclaimed, striding onwards. Having no choice, the other followed at his heels, not noticing the flag that fell from the top of the tower.

Spyro glanced up, seeing the flag. “STOP! That is a warning flag.”

The other glance up as well, to see the flag and a spear hurtling down towards them.

“Stanton and Cacumen shouted “Clear the area! Quickly! Before the spear hits anyone!”

Spyro sprinted backwards. After about five paces he stopped and looked back. Cynder was a statue, watching the spear as it homed in on her. “CYNDER, MOVE! ” Spyro shouted.

Cynder started to turn. The spear caught her side with a solid thud. Time seemed to slow down as Cynder fell to the ground, the spear protruding from her chest.

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Chapter 9 done, this section has been bugging me.

(It really bugged me and still does)
[stay tooned for the next section]

NOOOOOOO DONT KILL CYNDER OR OR OR goes dark YOU SHALL DIE ALONG WITH ALL YOUR FAIMILY AND EVERYTING YOU HOLD DEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know that if this seems to long, you won't want to read this here. I made this site because I was bored, didn't like the colors, the font was to small and nobody else has done this. I also have a written some about what goes on in my head while I write.

I am lazy but having fun.
BTW: if I am on this site, I will most likely be in the little chatroom that I was messing around with in the site in the Pict Gallery (Not using it for what it meant for)
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I will kill Cynder if I want to kill Cynder, THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO

*evil laughter*

* Thinking* Damn hes right

Why would I kill Cynder, this early in the story...


Chapter 10

Drasest

Blood began to seep out of the wound, pooling in the small indent before running down the black scales to her light stomach. The blood fell to the ground creating a small puddle. Her chest heaved with the effort that it took her to take a single breath. Spyro ran up to her, sniffing the spear and the wound, thinking through what he knew about the body structures of dragons, he knew that the spear had missed her heart, but barely. The spear hit just below her shoulder, missing the joint of the wing and her front leg. The spear was twitching with each breath that she took, shifting slightly under the scales. Spyro gently supported the spear, gripping it in his mouth and lifting it slightly, releasing the weight of the spear. Cynder sighed slightly, breathing deeper. She twitched slightly, falling unconscious.

Stanton calmly walked forward, eying the top of the tower. The warning Spyro had saved their lives. He knew that their appearance with the dragons had done something, or there would be about fifty spears flying down now. Somebody was at the top giving orders. He heard something about helping something, and questioning. He saw the flag that was dropped and picked it up. It was the only thing that could be used as a bandage. It was a densely woven and of the same materiel that he used for covering wounds. Stanton walked up to the dragons. The spear had made a clean wound meaning there were no barbs. He had training about how to handle a situation like this but the victims normally were not still alive, if hit in a place like that.

“There are no barbs in the spear, Spyro, it is a clean puncture. Now, if we want her to live, when I count to three I want you to pull the spear, quickly. I will cover the hole and do what I can to stop the bleeding.”

“One…”

Stanton knew that what he had to do was risky, but the dragons had saved him and were good company. This experience would build trust.

“…Two…”

Spyro was struggling with the grief and the want of revenge that threatened to control him. He knew the temptation was strong, but he had no desire to destroy. The warnings that were given rang inside his head. The cool shell of the dark threatened to encase him. “For Cynder. I cannot give up” he thought time and time again.

“…Three!”

Spyro jumped, pulling the spear strait out of the wound. Stanton instantly covered the hole, tying the flag tightly around Cynder’s slender frame. He finished the knot but kept pressing a hand against the wound. He felt the blood ooze around and under his hand, finding places to leak out of the seal that he was trying to make. He glanced up at Spyro, blinking a couple times. He had never seen Spyro the way he was then. He had burned the spear with a breath of fire, and was now sitting next to it. His expression was unreadable and constantly changing. Spyro himself was glowing in a pulsing aura of darkness. From what he could guess, Spyro was struggling not to let something control him. From the stories that Spyro told, he knew that Spyro was different. He could guess that this was the disadvantage.

Spyro sat still. It took all his concentration to keep from letting the influence of the darkness take over. He felt its grip, how it played his emotions, trying to bend what he knew. He knew that giving up and allowing the corruption of the darkness would end in the death of someone now and many to come. He couldn’t give up. If what Malefor said was true, if he were to fail, it could be the end of the dragons, and everything else on this world. He would not allow himself to give up, he would not allow himself to lose Cynder again. He had seen how far the spear went and it wasn’t more than his longest talon. “No” he told himself,”Cynders wound is not lethal. Whatever the darkness was saying is wrong. I know that Cynder is going to live. Something made here stand there too long. It was not fear, it was something else. When Cynder
wakes, I shall know.” With that, the darkness left.

“Spyro? Is that really Spyro and Cynder? We all thought you were dead!” A deep voice rang clearly over the area. Spyro and Stanton looked up quickly towards the source. It was another dragon. Stanto quickly looked back down at Cynder.

“Yes, I see that you have brought supplies down with you. What is your name?” answered Spyro.

“I am Nythanyal, head this tower. I am sorry about the spear. We had not seen you two dragons till it was too late. Our orders are to kill anything that is not harmless to the dragons or allies of the dragons.”

“I know, but what if they are traveling with us?”

“I don’t know. They never thought of that. All we knew was that if we saw something with two tails, it was best to kill it. They told us that they were a species made for war and that was all they did.”

“I have traveled with him, over there, and I can tell you that they don’t love war. At least the people don’t. Their society is built around a religion; it may be the leaders of that religion that are war prone. Remember, they have had no contact with the dragons in any way, shape, or form since the treaty so long ago that is has now been forgotten by both races.”

“Really? That long?”

“Well, Malefor originally had them under his power. Then he was trapped and forgot about them. They were only under him for about five years.”

“And they trust you now?”

“He does. The others we were with do. Whatever feuds existed then no longer exist.”

“I have never seen one of these creatures before. I will take your word and hope you are correct.”

“If you wanted to know, they fear dragons, or so they say. In their culture, we have become creatures of myth, Feared and un-killable.”

“That’s nice. What about your friend over there, the one hit by the spear. It is Cynder right? She is good now? There is not much else that I can do for her out here or inside that hasn’t already been done.”

“Well, yes it is Cynder, and yes she is on our side. She has been on our side since before Malefor returned!” stated Spyro, raising his voice in annoyance. “Are you going to call of the soldiers you have at the top aiming at my friend any time soon, or are you going to leave him there afraid to move?”

“Oh, I am sorry.” Nythanyal said, dipping his head a little. He raised his voice, calling to the top of the tower, dismissing the troops stationed. Spyro knew that Nythanyal was not happy with the outcome of their entrance. Spyro knew that the fact the trio was still alive was against orders that had never been set. Spyro also knew that Nythanyal was allowing them to live and rest at the tower for a little while was only to try and forgive hitting another dragon, a well-known dragon, with a spear.

“Come along now, I will see to it that you have a place to stay and food.” Nythanyal said in the nicest tone that he could manage at the moment. Raising his voice to the top again he called, “’A’ five, why don’t you go ask around the village to see if there is anyone who is willing to house two dragons and three Drasest.” Then, back to Spyro he said, “Gather your things, walk around the village if you want. Five will find you when he procures a place for you to stay.” With that he walked away.

Spyro trotted back to Stanton, “Drasest? That is what you are called?”

“It is the closest that dragons will ever come to pronouncing it correctly.”

“I am surprised that it has not changed over the times.”

“Well, what now, do we follow into the village, or do we stay out here. It will not do Cynder well to move her more than we need to.”

“Let’s stay out here. How is Cynder doing?”

“She is fine for now, her heart has slowed and the bleeding has almost stopped. She is still unconscious.”

“I will get the others and your belongings.”

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Drasest? idk.

(Drasest? where did that come from?)
[nobody knows]

Whew cynder isnt dead

No, she is not dead, Yet.
I will announce this. I Will Kill Cynder In This Story. Why? it fits with the plot.

YOU &t%*&

Chapter 11 part 1





5 knew that something was different as he walked into Nythanyal’s office. Nobody, except for squad leaders, ever got called to Nythanyal’s office unless they had done something against orders or broke any of the rules that were set. 5 walked through the oversized doors to Nythanyal’s office, quivering slightly with the fear that he had done something wrong. He had a clean record, and the record was something that he wanted to keep clean. He walked into the room, the heat wave hit him like a tone of brick. Nythanyal was a fire dragon, his internal flame kept his office about ten degreases warmer than the rest of the building. Not enough to make 5 hot, but just hot enough to make 5 uncomfortably warm. 5’s sweat stuck in his fur, refusing to evaporate, but not dripping either. 5 was nervous and the change in heat did not help him calm down. He walked to the small chair infront of Nythanyal’s desk, sinking into it slowly. Nythanyal’s eyes never left his own, peering into the deepest corner of his mind.

“You are lucky, she lives. If you had thrown the spear any harder, you would have killed her.”

“Her? Do you have a name?”

“Normally you would be punished for that response, but on this occasion, it is,“ started Nythanyal, pausing to make sure 5 under stood, “allowable.”

5 nodded slightly, acknowledging that he heard and under stood, but remained quiet.

“I have a name, Cynder. Her companions are Spyro and three Drasest. You were right to call me, but this situation that we are in now has
never been clarified, and it was so long ago that the elders may want to meet them to lean what they can. Have you found somewhere for them to stay till Cynder is well?”

5 could not believe what he had just heard, he had hit Cynder, the Cynder. “Yes Sir,” he managed.

“With whom?”

“The Doctor and his wife, their last kid just left, and…”

“Good, good. You are dismissed.”

5 walked out of the room, greatly relieved, but confused. He knew how hard he had thrown the spear, and he knew that the point was sharp enough to go through the training dummies with a soft through toss, but it was Cynder. 5 had no orders, but did not feel like heading back to the common, or retiring to his room yet. He just walked around and found himself at the doctor’s front door. He opens the door, slowly, and looked inside.




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I still have no name for this yet

Sorry for double posting, I forgot that you have to post for the topic to jump again.