darkSpyro

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A strange dark glow consumed Cynder. Not mentally, but physically. Then time seemed to stop. Cynder could see her life flash before her eyes, then stopped. The screen shot she saw was herself corrupted by the dark master. She closed her eyes and tried to move the picture from her eyes, yet it was in the one place she couldn't escape: her mind.
"NO, NO, THAT ISN'T ME! GO AWAY!" she screamed in her dark tone.
"Oh Cynder but it is...," said a feminine voice.
"NO IT ISN'T I'M DIFFERENT NOW! I, I..I HAVE FRIENS AND PEOPLE WHO CARE! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" she protested and banged her head on the wall
" Don't fight it Cynder. You CAN'T fight it. MWA HA HA HA HA" the voice laughed. the roof was cracking even more now. Cynder had to escape now. She looked up to see the crack and swiftly flew through it.
"Now for that destiny..." she trailed off. Her voice was normal and she was white again. She flew into the distance.

Meanwhile:
Onyx had forced everyone in by using his powers to summon a huge wall. The wall moved and caught all the dragons with it. it just finished packing the dragons in. Onyx and Spyro were getting in now and Spyro sealed the entryway. Massive pounding startled them all. It continued for several minuets until the walls cracks. The cracks turned to holes that opened wider and wider. Strangely it ceased. Something that sounded like a mighty gust of wind blew the wall down. some chicks screamed as chunks fell upon them. What stood there was a small female dragon.
"Cynder?" Spyro whispered. Red energy was gathering around her mouth. What spurted out was waves of fear. The dragons freaked out and trampled Spyro. Then all he could see were red waves and darkness as he blacked out.
(If this was a movie there would be fading )
TO BE CONTINUED...

"Is he alive!?" a panicked voice came.
"Well Cyril, he was trampled by at least one hundred dragons or so," came the second voice.
"so I'd be surprised if he was."
"Poor lad, couldn't even catch a turtle without Ignitus around to guide him." Cyril sobbed.
"Bet I could catch you" Spyro joked weakly. Now he saw that the three guardians were there staring at him. He tried to get up put the pain was unbearable.
"I knew he wasn't rely GONE, I mean that would be crazy! He, he, he..." Volteer said.
"SHUT UP! YOUR DRIVING US ALL MAD!" Cyril shouted.
The shouts and words were ringing in Spyro's ears.
"Please quiet down." he whispered. Spyro was feeling quite sick and got up. Then he realized that Terrador had not said a word. Turns out Terrador was trampled a lot in his youth. On his way to his room, Spyro peeked into Cynder's old room. There was a massive mess. Blood stained floors and walls, the moss was ripped to shreds, and the walls were cracked and blasted with poison.
"Hello old friend." came a female voice.
Spyro whipped around to see Cynder, yet with her new appearance he didn't recognize her.
"I.. I... I don't know you." he said.
"Oh no! Spyro Run! ack." Cynder yelled. She was flashing from white to black and back again.
"Cynder! Fight this corruption! I know you can!" he said.
"That is IT, I'm taking over! Now your friend doesn't even know what her body is doing. My name is Fandora. Now is the time for you to die!" Fandora screamed. She pushed him over and swept over the area. She then picked up Spyro and took him to the blackwood forest where she dropped him down.
"Time to die purple whelp!" she roared.
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Hey fan readers! I have an announcement! the next part will be the ending of this story! please let me know if you want a sequel!
That is all!

Okay every story has an end and this is it. I will be crying while I type this!


Spyro got up.
"Fandora! I wont fight you! I wont hurt Cynder unless it's life or death!"
he shouted into the smokey air.
"Oh but it is life or death you moron! I am going to kill you!" she replied. She was crouched in a shrub nearby. She lunged and slashed Spyro in the side. It turned into a nasty gash. He whisked around and did the same. But the cut wasn't as nasty. Fandora blasted a shot of shadow-
fire at him. He shot fury. Once again that lump formed in Fandora's lungs and she did dark convexity. He felt a chill run through his body. Spyro did light convexity. The two were evenly matched. An idea came to Fandora. She continued to breath dark convexity but somersaulted while doing so. She knocked into Spyro and pinned him.
"get off!" he yelped. Her response was a stab in the heart with her tail tip. Spyro screamed in pain before rolling over, dead. Cynder took over her body and mind and returned to normal.
"What am I-" she stopped at the sight of Spyro's carcass.
"NOOO!" she cried and flung herself over him, crying. She heard something near her head. She looked down to see the purple half of her crystal gone, in a million shards, seeping into the crevice that was his killing slash. The skin healed before her eyes and he took a gasp of air, but did not wake. Cynder was full of joy, yet in great sadness. Since the purple dragon died without a child, the world was dieing quickly. She dropped him off at the temple and flew the the place she knew best. Cynder rose on her hind legs and whispered something, "I'm sorry Spyro." A silver tear ran down her cheek as onyx, amethyst, white marble, and diamond covered her scales. The world replenished and grew its fruits and kept its dragons alive, but at a price. Cynder the wonderful, beautiful, black dragoness is dead. Or is she?

THE END

dam it, end it so soon? I was really enjoying that. Can there be a sequel? Please?

Why not! okay ill start it soon it will be called

Cynder's Legend 2: Rise of Darkness!

but first:

Epilogue

"CYNDER! CYNDERRRR! this can't be happening! All the one I know and love are dieing! CYNDER!!!!!" Spyro cried in vein. It had been several days after Cynder's disappearance. He finally found the sleek statue of Cynder. Black onyx covered most of her body, her chest/underbelly and wing skin were amethyst, the tear drop was diamond, her teeth, tail tip, and horns were white marble, and her inner mouth was ruby.
"Oh god no! Cynder!" he screamed. He banged the statue until he couln't move another mussel. He sobbed until he had nothing left to sob with. He cried until his voice was hoarse.
"no no no..." he would whisper. All he did every day for two months was sit by the statue. Terrador was also depressed. He thought of her as a daughter. Terrador was never seen again.
"What will we do?" Cyril would ask.
"I don't know," Volteer would reply, "I would have thought he would have found someone else by now."
"Me too." Cyril whispered looking at Spyro through one of the windows.
Terrador told Spyro one important thing.
"She will only break free once the world is in danger once more."
"Then I'll have to be that danger." He thought.

0_o, I wonder what Spyro is thinking of doing

Live and die for those you love, do the same for those you hate.

So true MinM20.