darkSpyro

Chapter 11 part 2

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Spyro heard a door open and looked up, he knew who it was, for he had shown then this place. He knew that he was a soldier, but had no idea about why he would be here again so soon. Spyro just waited, for answers, for excuses, for reason, he waited.

“I am here now to apologize for what happened. I am…” the mole started. Spyro stared at him causing him to stop mid-sentence.

Spyro lunged at him, knocking him a good 10 feet away for the doorway. Landing on him Spyro glared strait into his eye, speaking slowly, controlling the hatred that threatened to consume him. He Stepped off the mole, and softened his gaze slightly. “Don’t ever mention that to me again, or it could be the last time you ever speak.”

The mole swallowed before standing up and brushing himself off. “I just stopped by to make sure that you are settling in well. Is there anything that I can get you?“

“Do you have any meat? We are starving.”

“I will see what I can do. How is Cynder, is she awake yet?”

“No.”

“I will see what I can get you.”


***Three weeks pass uneventfully. Cynder is almost fully healed and her strength has returned. The group is about to set off towards the temple and city.***


“Well it that was fun, I have sent word back to the temple, the remaining three guardians agree that it is best that we send the Drasest back with you.” Said Nythanyal,

“We all thank you for letting us stay here.” Cynder said, “We shall be off then. I hope we meet again with a warmer welcome. Let’s head out now, shall we?”

Spyro felt something, a cool breath, darkness. His vision faded, “Not again…”



“Hush, don’t speak, listen, you will wake when it is over.” Whispered a voice.

It was Malefor, Spyro knew that he ment well, but he did not know that he could call a dream like the chronicler could. Spyro could not see anything, could not move, just sit there and listen.

“Neither did I, you are standing above one of the Dark gems I placed a long time ago as a marker, but now is not the time, listen.”

So, little Spyro, you have come so far in this life. But I can’t help but wonder why I was so blind to all you did? What were you doing that made me over look all that you did during your life? Why did I not see that you were using us to learn what was needed to kill us one by one. I wonder who you have helping you on this quest. They must have been very powerful. What do you have to offer then? What have they offered you? How have they made me so blind? There are so many things that I need answere to but they are all unanswerable now. Time, time is all I need. Could it have been Malefor? I think not, he hates you. But whom? I wondered how I had been chosen to be here, but now it is clear. There is very little that I can do to warn the others about their little fiend.

A bright light filled Spyros eyes.



“Spyro. Spyro are you alright?” Asked Cynder.

Spyro opened his eyes; Cynder’s head appeared right in front of his eyes, “Yes I am fine.”

“You just passed out, why?” This time it was Cacumen who asked.

“It was a vision, I will tell later”

Nythanyal, who sat and watched as the whole scene played out, commented curiously, “Spyro, why do you always have that scroll on your back? What is it?”

“Oh, that? It is a scroll, and it is an important scroll, and no, you cannot see the scroll, or we would have to kill you.”

“Sure, you should leave soon, before it gets dark. Good bye.” Nythanyal said sternly, and then he turned around and walked back into
the tower.

“Come on!” called Stanton, “We don’t have all day. It is a week-long trip and I want to get a good start in.”

The group left, chattering about what happened in the grounds.

“So Spyro, what was the “dream” about?” they all asked, at about the same time.

Soyro thought carefully, “There is an unknown entity that thinks that I am using its brethren to learn about them so that I can kill them one by one..”

“Really that is it?” Felina asked, confused.

“Well If I can’t finish what I was saying then it would be. Evidently this being was with me for a while, saying and asking itself how it was so ‘blind to I had done’. I have no idea who it was, but it now thinks that I am the one who killed it, and the one who caused the destroyer to come out.”

Felina understood the feeling of false accusation, and comforted Spyro, “That really sucks. I have only known you for about seven weeks, and I know that you would die trying to save the world.”

“That is nice to know, but if I die trying to save the world, I will be the one to destroy the world. There is a new, unknown character in this game, the tester. If I can’t overcome what he throws at me, the world will suffer more than I. That means that from now on, there is nothing that doesn’t have a purpose. This basically meant that something like that would have happened to Cynder no matter where we went. But the only thing that this ‘Tester’ cannot control is on our side.”

Cynder was shocked. She had stopped walking. “You mean that… So… This… This thing is testing you? Why?”

“To see if I am fit to be the leader of the next era of peace.”

“So that means…”

“No, No… Come on now Cynder, don’t dwell on it too long, I will be old and frail before you finally given up trying to make since of this mess.” Called Spyro, jokingly.

Cynder stayed a moment longer, then, jumped, winging towards the clouds. “Come on Spyro,” she called, “catch me if you can!”

Spyro jumped. The trio started moving along again. Stanton watched as the young dragons played above the tree line. Diving, flipping, twirling, they were a sight to see. This trip would pass quickly if nothing stopped its progress.

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Chapter 11

(I wonder what will happen)
[you are an idiot. Have I ever told you that]

please dont kill cynder

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Chapter 12 part 1
Home?

Spyro opened his eyes. Slowly, he unfurled his self from around Cynder, not waking her. He sat back a moment, wondering why they fell asleep like they had. He shook his head trying to clear the thought. Spyro half-trotted back the fire ring, sitting down beside the dying embers. He breathed onto the remnants, bringing life back into the pit.

“What a time I had, so long ago it seems now. How old am I now? Fourteen? Fifteen? What does it matter, my life is being controlled by something that nobody has ever know about; even less is known about it. What can I do, fate is like the strings attaching me and all I know and love to the a puppeteer whom talent goes beyond knowledge. What can I do, it is like I am taking a test designed to single out the one and only with a tortuous freedom.”

“Come on Spyro, cheer up. Just because you know that something is happening to you and to all that you know, and you have no control over what happens, doesn’t mean that you can just give up. If what you say is true, then you are the only hope for the world. You can’t give up Spyro, you just can’t.”

Cynder said, trying to comfort him. She had woken up after he had restarted the fire. Cynder knew that Spyro wanted to have something to come that did not require anything to be given up, but she also knew that it was never going to happen. “I am sorry that everything falls onto you, but I know that you are always able to pull through. Why else would Malefor be helping you, he has nothing to gain or lose. He must know that you are able to help the world through these times. After all, you were the only one who was able to defeat him. The four guardians were only able to lock him in a cell for a long time, even which was not able to hold him, even if he was using me.”
Cynder shifted closer to Spyro, leaning on him slightly. “Come on, let’s wake the others, it is not far now. At the rate we were traveling, we should be there before sun-high. Traveling should get you mind off this adventure.”

They woke the others with ease, and started off on the trail. To Felina’s despair, they set off without any breakfast, getting a head start on the day’s travels. About an hour after they started Cynder checked above the trees. She darted down again, landing with a thud on the ground in front of the group.

“I can see the walls! We are about an hour and a half away, less if we move a little faster!”

y did u stop mid conversation?

Time, this is all I had time for. About 20 minutes

ohhhhh ok

Here is the rest of this chapter. This was a terrible chapter for me.


Stanton quickened his pace. He strode past Cynder and the rest of the group. “We won’t get there any sooner if we wait!” he called over his shoulder.

“We also won’t move any faster with frequent rests.” Felina called back.
Stanton slowed a little, “Fine, This speed, we will slow for rests.” He stubbornly stated.

“What of Spyro and Cynder? They can’t keep this pace for that long.”

“They can fly.”

“Oh right, Lets continue please. Before I say something else.”
Spyro and Cynder flew behind the Trio, gliding with the wind at their back. The Trio maintained an almost constant pace throughout the rest of the hour. Spyro saw the edge of the forest nearing quickly. He dove through the trees, leveling above the ground behind Stanton. Cynder had followed to the trees, but had not gone through one of the many gaps in the trees.

“Stanton, the wall is near. I think it is best if Cynder and I approach the wall first. The same spear that hit Cynder would have gone clean through any one of you three. At this pace, we are about ten minutes away from the tower.”

“Alright, you take the lead, we will catch up.”
Spyro rose quickly, almost under Cynder getting “Watch where you fly.”

Chuckling slightly, Spyro responded by telling her what was decided. They picked up some speed, far surpassing the pace of the Trio, and landed in front of the gates.

The gates opened, grinding and shrieking as they tried to refuse to poen. Cyril, Volteer, and Terrador waited on the other side.
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Sorry this chapter is so short. Writers block sucks,

what are writer blocks?
P.S good chapter

It is when you have ideas except when trying to write. Or just cannot write about what you need to.

chapter 13 Part 1
Friend?

“The purple dragon lives,” the deep, slightly rasping voice of Terrador called.

“Yes, yes, do come in. You must be absolutely fatigued after a journey such as yours.” Volteer added. He enunciated each word carefully, while continuing to speak as fast as ever.

“That was the most on topic thing you have said in a long time, Volteer.” Commented the civilized tone of Cyril. “Spyro, I was told that you had friends with you.

“They are here. Tell us first what you intend to do with them, then they will either come or leave,” said Spyro in a flat tone.

Cyril was the first to answer, ”Well, they have a right to know. We only plan to ask them questions, and to catch up with what has happened with our sister race.”

Stanton stepped out from the bushes, the morning light reflected off his black fur making him appear larger than he really was. “I shall only agree to stay here if you agree to not try to hurt us in any way, shape or form, and do not object to any sudden changes about if we wish to leave any earlier than we planned.” He said, matching the arrogance and tone of Cyril’s voice almost perfectly.”

Cyril dipped his head in agreement, “that sounds fine with us. There is food and a space inside for you, ah…”

“Stanton,” Stanton said.

“Ah yes… Stanton, and your companions that I was told about.” Cyril started to turn around, about to lead the group into the temple,
“Spyro, before I forget, your little friend has been worried about you never returning. I am warning you now.”

Spyro’s eyes widened slightly,. “Sparx?”

“The same,” Cyril said, the finished turning and started to walk in to the city, “Come on now, we do not have all day.”

They walked through the streets, greeting people. He felt something catch his tail. He turned around to find a small bright red dragonet, and a smaller blue one beside it. “So,” he thought to himself, “the population of dragons is starting to regenerate. I wonder how fast it will come back to its original numbers.”

“Spyro, Cynder, I am glad that you managed to shop up here still alive.” Stated a calm, gentle voice. It was Hunter.

“Hunter, you have no idea how glad we are to be back in a place that we can call home.” Cynder said.

“You have no idea how relieved how glad I am to see you here and not find you half deaf under some tree on one of my walks. Spyro what is that scroll you are carrying. I do not recognize and of the inscription.”

“Not now Hunter, maybe never. I hate to hold this scroll from you, but I don’t know if there will ever be a time that it can be shown to anyone.”

“Then why don’t you destroy it.”

“I can’t there is something that protects this scroll. How do you think that it has remained in such good condition throughout this little journey?”

Cynder had just noticed that the scroll had not changed at all from the day that she found it in the small clearing, to how it appeared now on Spyro’s back. Its appearance on Spyro’s back had grown on her; she could not really see Spyro without it. He never took it off.

“So, is it true, what I have heard? You now travel with three Drasest?”

Cacumen chuckled a little, “Well, if we aren’t Drasest, I don’t know what we are. You know, for all these two have said about you, I am surprised that you have not seen us, even though we are standing behind you.”

Hunter stood up and slowly turned around. He stared at Cacumen for a second, just scanning him, then did the same for Felina and Stanton. He seemed to recognize their shape, nodding slightly. “I have seen your kind walking while on some of my longer excursions. You are truly magnificent creatures.”

“I am glad to hear that. We were not completely unaware of you. The cheetahs are also magnificent creatures, built for silence in speed.”

“Well, I am glad for this little reunion, but there is many things that we need to establish and catch up on before you go back to complimenting each other.”

Hunter nodded and jumped out of sight, Cacumen just nodded and followed Spyro through the streets.




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I think I will kill Sparxs in this chapter. I like the number 13 and I think it needs a big event. with lots of graphic description.

fine but u can ONLY kill sparxs and not cynder

In this chapter.
I think it will be Spyro this time. Teeth or claw, teeth or claw.

what?

To kill Sparx with either teeth or claws. What fun that will be to write about.

YOU MEAN SPYRO IS GOING TO KILL SPARX!!!!!!!!
WTH

I just need to Finnish writing it. it s not going to be on purpose. like most of everything that will happen to him, he cant control what happens. I thought I made that clear in chapter 11

damn!

chapter 13 Part 2
Friends?


The group was now in a large room within the temple, they had just eaten. The Trio had remained quiet throughout the meal, and just listened.

“Now tell us, young dragon, what happened on this little trip of yours, and how you were lucky enough to travel with these three Drasest.” Asked Cyril, his voice was softer now than it ever was.

Spyro started his tail, letting Cynder add into moments when he did not really know what happened. He looked at one of the Trio for reassurance when he thought that a detail may be off. He let Stanton take over for the moment with the spear. He could not bear the image of Cynder as she was with the spear. They ended the story on the last day of travel. Volteer held his tongue throughout the entire story, only mumbling incomprehensible gibberish to himself every now and again.

“So that is what happened on this little adventure, tell us, what has changed here in the city?” asked Spyro at the conclusion of his story.”

Terrador answered first, “Well, we are currently repairing and rebuilding from the damage caused by the golem, but that is about all.”

Spyro and Cynder nodded.

“Well what abou…”

“SPYRO! Spyro, you are still alive! You BASTARD!” shouted a familiar voice, followed by an unsteady drone.

“t… Sparx? Well I guess that it him, isn’t it?”

Sparxs rounded the corner flying quickly. He looked different, his eyes seemed to have sunk into his head slightly, the everlasting glow was not as bright as it had ever been, and one of his wings was torn slightly. He overall was slightly larger than he had been before he and Spyro had been forced to take different paths. His expression was unreadable, his eyes hinted at craziness. His flight was not smooth and slightly erratic as he raced across the room at Spyro. He carried in each hand a sliver of bone left over from the dinner room. “You will pay for what you did to him!” he shouted.

“Did what to who?” asked a very confused Spyro.

Spyro closed his eyes as Spax made a feeble effort to stab at them. Sparx then stabed at Spyro’s left side, catching the tip of one of the slivers under one of Spyro’s scales, breaking the soft skin below. Spyro skipped to the right, the sliver hurt like a large thorn. Spyro, turned, closed his eyes again, and lunged at Sparx, catching Sparx’s frail body between his teeth, Sparx’s head was sticking out of Spyro’s mouth, and his sholders and upper torso were being squeezed between Spyros teeth.

Sparx, while struggling in the grasp that could kill him, stabbed the other sliver into Spyro’s tongue, piercing it. Spyro flinched, clenching his teeth. A soft crunching sound could be heard over the gasps of the observers. A salty fluid gushed out of the body, coating the inside of his mouth. A soft thud resounded throughout the room. Spyro, tilted his head down, something rolled to the front of his mouth, the sliver was pulled out of his tongue. Tears welled behind closed eyes, blood dripped down his chin, splashing on the ground next to the lifeless, staring head. A single tear slipped down his snout, falling to the floor. “What have I done?” thought Spyro, “How could I have killed the only creature I could have ever truly call my brother”

Spyro opened his jaws, letting the body free from the cage of his teeth. He waited, the last of the blood slowly dripping off his tongue. He took a half pace back, before sitting down. Only then did he dare to open his eyes.

He saw the body of his former friend, still clenching the bloody sliver of bone. He saw the blood as it oozed from within the crushed torso,
pooling around the broken body. He saw the guardians, staring straight back at him in disbelief. He saw Cynder, who had remained unaffected by what had happened, stare back at him with a wondering gaze. The trio stood still, not showing any signs of shock, but rather fear and unease. They looked back at him with a questioning glance that seemed to say, “Are you going to hurt us? Why did you do that to the dragonfly?” He looked back down at Sparx.

A voice echoed at the back of his mind, taunting him, “You knew this was going to happen,” it called, “there is nothing that happens now that is not without meaning.” The voice was quiet for a moment, letting the words sink into Spyros mind. “Do you remember what you heard? It can convience others that you are trying to kill them. Getting you to end Sparx’s life like that was all part of its plan.”

Spyro shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, “Sparx,” he started softly, “I am sorry. I still want to know what convinced you that I was the enemy. I am sorry that death was the only escape.”

Cynder spoke up, comforting Spyro, “Are you ok? What made you bite down?”

“He pierced my tongue with that sliver of bone he found in the leftovers of dinner.”

“And I can guess that that is another one?” Cynder said, motioning with a wing to the one still in his left flank.

“Yes, do you think you can get that for me?”

Using her teeth, she carefully pulled out the bone splinter. She dropped it on top of the body. The bone knocked the head from its resting place, and caused it to roll across the bloody puddle.

Spyro looked back at the Trio, they were still as he last saw them, sitting along one side of the room, staring at him, watching his every move. “It is ok,” he reassured them, “I will never try to hurt you in any way, unless you attack me or Cynder.”

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That was fun. I can assure you that it is not the end of his torture, but rather the beginning.
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I thought that u said it was going to be an acident and y did sparx attack spyro

Did you not notice the line "'you will pay for what you did to him!'"? The second thing Sparx said?

Yeah but what did spyro do to anyone

it is entitled "the eye of destruction"
it means to me something along the lines of everything collapsing in upon the hero. Spyro has really done nothing. it is the "tester" that i mentioned earlier.
(it goes with the theme that i am trying to make, it should all be explaned eventually)

(srry bout spelling if there is mistakes, i am on my phone)

i was on my dsi before

I will get something up soon, I hope. My life it chaos and I don't have the time, as of now. Maybe tomorrow.

ok!!!

chapter 14, Part one...




“Why are you still so upset Spyro.”

“I killed him. I…”

“He attacked you, knowing that you are about twenty-five times his size. It’s not the first time you had to defend yourself.”

“I know, but it is the first time I harmed anyone that I cared about.”

“What?”

“I… anyone that I could count as family.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Stop that. You know what I mean.”

“I know, but if we are to get through this, you have to stop mourning after you kill anything. It slows us down and doesn’t help yourself.”

Cynder walked towards, sitting beside him. She rested her head upon his shoulder for a second, before sitting up again. Stanton and Felina remained sitting in a far corner, while Cacumen paced the wall furthest away from Spyro and Cynder. Cynder remained by Spyro as the minutes slowly crept by, just waiting. Finally, Spyro spoke up, startling Stanton and Felina, both of whom were half asleep. “We should get some sleep; we have a big day of explanation tomorrow. I know for a fact that the remaining guardians will not appreciate the thought of the “Tester”. Cacumen, do you have any last words of advice?”

Cacumen looked up at Spyro, stopping in his tracks. “Spyro, Cynder is right, you have to keep control of your emotions, they will get the better of you if you don’t try.”

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That was a while. There was no good way to start this chapter, so I did anyway.
Sorry about the wait. I am living hell.

nice.