darkSpyro

The fact Cynder didn't want to face a sea monster

THORAN LI-IVES!!!!!!!! *Cheers*

Yeah. And I'm going to leave it on that huge cliffhanger. ^^ (Only allowed 3 hours of internet a day)

Why?.

Dunno. writing more.

Cynder didn’t dare move. The sea monster didn’t move. It just looked at her, Cynder didn’t know if it was planning to attack or anything. She was just hoping that by being very still, it would think she was just a rock or something. But what then? Would it toss them both off into the ocean? In fact, the sea monster didn’t know Cynder was there. It was actually a sea dragon. Which are a type of whale. They are VERY long but have weak eyesight. Movement attracts their attention. By being still, Cynder was doing the best thing possible. If she’d stayed like tat a couple more seconds, it would have ignored her and fallen back to sleep. But, unfortunally, Thoran decide to wake up then.
“C-Cynder..” He stammered, staring the other eye
“Thoran!!!” Cynder growled, turning her head way to fast for the sea dragon. It sensed the movement. And with sea dragons, movement means food.

It started raising it’s head out the water, it’s long neck stretching out.
“CYNDER!”
Cynder didn’t reply, she was horrified.
The sea dragon stared at them some more. Then tilted is head forward. Thoran, who was on the sea dragons snout. Started sliding down. He griped the edge of the dragons mouth, the dragon started tilting his head back. Thoran knew he had to do something. Or be eaten.
“Thoran! Scratch his mouth!” Came encouraging advice from Cynder
Thoran did just that.

The sea monster screeched in pain. Throwing it’s head back. Thoran went flying off the sea monster, far into the distance. But Cynder could still hear his terrified cries.
“HOLD ON THORAN I’M COMING!” Cynder yelled, jumping off the sea dragon and flying quickly towards Thoran, who was falling towards the sea.

Quickly, Cynder swooped below Thoran, Catching him just in time. He clung to her with his claws. Cynder didn’t care. Behind her, the sea dragon roared, angry he had been cheated out of his dinner. But then he decided not to give up. He dived. And swam after them. Cynder flew faster. Both Thoran’s and her were in danger. Of being eaten.

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Thoran is not having a good day.

Poor puss.

The flew. Faster than ever. The sea dragon swam after them. It was faster than them, every now and again it would make small jumps out of the water, as if to try and pin point where it’s food was. Cynder was panting, she was tired out already. The sea dragon wasn’t. Thoran clung to Cynder, looking behind them at the dragon, who was fast approaching.

The sea dragon seemed to dive a little more. Thoran knew what this meant. He would jump soon, and kill them both. With great self control, he waited until the dragon started rising, rapidly to make it’s jump. Three seconds before it did, he managed to shout:
“Cynder! DIVE!”
Cynder obeyed. Diving straight into the sea, seconds before the sea dragon jumped. It missed them by a inch.
Now they were underwater, swimming towards the surface. Thoran didn’t struggle this time, he just hung on tightly. The broke through the surface. Cynder beat her wings and flew off, the sea monster swam after them.

Next, Thoran saw it raise it’s head a long neck out the water to reach up to them.
“Cynder! Turn back!” He yelled, Cynder did so. The sea dragon missed them again, swinging it’s head around, looking for them.
It spotted them, swung it’s head around and dived for them. Luckily, it didn’t have time to aim and just hit the water.

Then it stopped chasing them. It dived deep, so they could no longer see it. Cynder stopped flying, she hovered in mid air. Watching the ocean.
“Where-did-it-go?” She asked between gasps.
“I-I don’t know” Thoran whispered. It seemed strange it had given u so soon, but inside Thoran knew the battle wasn’t over.
Then they saw it, swimming straight up at a alarming speed. It was going to jump. It was going to jump veeeeery high.
“FLY UP! FLY UP!” Thoran screamed.
Cynder flew up, forgetting her tired wings.

It was coming up to fast though, soon it was out the water. Flying up, closer, closer. Cynder was to slow. It was nearly upon them. But a miracle happened. Just as the sea monster was right behind them, mouth open to swallow. It stopped. A metre away. Then it started falling, falling, down into the sea. But it didn’t hit the sea. It hit lots of rocks, jetting out from the water. Thoran and Cynder waited for it to get up, it didn’t, they had killed a sea dragon. One of the biggest animals of the world.

Now it was dawn, the sky was dark purple with orange around it. The sea was dark blue. It wasn’t cloudy either, both of them could see far.
“Land!” Cynder yelled, speeding forward.
As the came to the beach. They slowed down. Landed. And looked around.
“The Celestial Caves” Cynder whispered. “Were here…”

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That was a long chapter.

That was a lucky chapter.

*Waiting for more*

Tango?

Yeah, yeah, t'was just taking a break *Gets back to writing story*

More story!!!

I'm writing it right now. Keep your wig on.

But- I don't wear a wig! I wear clothes and shoes, but no wigs!

Their footsteps echoed around the dark and dusty walls of the tunnel. Piles of rubble that must have been statues where lying on the ground collecting dust.
“Spyro told me about this place, he said that around about here there used to be two dragon statues wit blue laser eyes. He said if we ever go here, to stay away from them” Cynder whispered. She didn’t now why she was whispering, but there was a deathly silence around, she didn’t want to disturb it.
They passed two dragon statues, on had half it’s head cut off, the other was covered in cracks and falling apart. Their eyes were glowing blue, they didn’t move.
“I guess that was them” Thoran meowed. He didn’t whisper, but Cynder could hear fear in his voice.

They climbed up a huge pile of rubble, which must have been some stairs in it’s past life. And climbed down into a cave. Walking out the cave, they found a large clearing. There was a lake in the middle. It was frozen.
“Just like Spyro said” Cynder whispered to Thoran. “He also said the statues around it attacked him…”
But there were no statues near the lake, just stone stands.

There were no floating rocks Spyro had spoke of, no dragon statues wit laser eyes. Everything was a right mess. As they walked on, there were no enemies to attack them. Soon, they got to another clearing. Spyro had said a riddle had been spoken here. There was no riddle. Cynder had been worried that meant the door would not open, but it was smashed open.

They walked inside. Four rooms stood apart from a huge doorway.
“The four trials of the purple dragon” Thoran commented. Cynder said nothing. If the door to the Chronicler’s room was shut. How could they complete the four trials without any of the breaths? Thankfully, the door was open. But, as they walked inside. They saw something that made their hearts stop beating.

The room was a tip. Books lay on the floor, pages torn out. Several glass bottles were smashed on the ground, Strange blue and green liquids surround. A whole shelf had been brought down and had collapsed on the floor. Blood splattered the walls.
A huge battle must have been fought. Cynder thought.
Worst of all, the sand timer was smashed. The bottom half had a huge hole in is and the blue liquid inside was pouring out. This was bad news, everyone knows that when the timer runs out, the Chronicler will die and be replaced…

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Cynder looked from a sand timer to the Chronicler. Who was lying on the floor.

Blood dripped down his sides and one of his horns was smashed. There was a huge opening on his right side. It was dripping with blood and he was breathing deeply. Cynder saw something familiar in his eyes. Those horns. Those wings. That tail...Suddenly it came to here.
"IGNITUS!"
"C-Cynder?" The old dragon stammered.
"B-but....your dead..." Cynder said, walking back a few steps.
"Ah...I was, but I became the new Chronicler after I died, only. It seems I don't have much long left to live" He said, glancing at the sand timer.
"But you CAN'T die! Spyro doesn't even know your alive!"
"Ah Spyro, such a good natured dragon....what has become of him?"
"Nothing much, but Malefor is still alive, we need to know how to kill him!"
"Malefor? He was the one who did this. He stole his book, the only thing which had his weakness in...but I do know one thing about his weakness..." Ignitus coughed.
"What?" Cynder shouted frantically.
"He's scared of..." He coughed. "Of...."
"Of WHAT?!"
But there was no reply, Ignitus head fell to the ground. He was dead.

Cynder stood, nothing moved. Ignitus. Was dead.
"No! No! NO! This can't be happening! It's all going wrong!" Cynder wailed.
Thoran wasn't saying anything. He was staring at the floor. Waiting.
"Thoran...why is this happening?"
"It's all part of God's plan I suppose"
Cynder looked at the floor. She wasn't crying. But she had a lump in her through and WANTED to cry.
"I'll miss him...." She whispered.
"Come on" Thoran softly said, and led her outside. "We've got to get back to Spyro.

They started the journey back.
"He died. After all we did, he died....we were to late. Malefor got there first. He killed him." Cynder thought. A tear slide down her cheek and fell down towards the sea.
Suddenly, she was filled with rage.
"Malefor killed him! I strike me down now if I won't kill him back!" She growled.
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We might have a slight problem. I accidentally deleted word. So it's going to take me a teeny bit longer to write chapters. But not to long.

Oh jesus..

Deleted word? Oh dear...

BWAHAHAHA! I'm evil...I ,killed Ignitus. Again. But now we know Malefor has a fear of somthing. >:)

Malefor's scared... of SPIDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IMPORATANT NOTE: This story is being put on hold for a while.

Wanna no the reason? I forgot what happened next! So let me have a bit of time to remember...or make somthing different up.

Ok...

IMPORTANT NOTE: Tango figred out what was suposed to happen next. Story continuing soon.

So, today? or...?

Not today. Tommorow.

Ok...

Hiya Tango!

The story must go on...

"C-Cynder? Thoran?" Spyro stumbled around the temple looking for his friends.
"Where'd they get to?" He mumbled.
A clattering of wings, Cynder?
"Cynder? Is that you?" Spyro asked the window. He put his paws on the edges and looked out. Before getting bowled over by Cynder and Thoran.
"Spyro! We know that Malefor has a weakness!"
"What...?"
"Ummm..."
Cynder explained what had happened. Ending with their mad dash through the window.
"Well, that explains why I woke up dribbling over a book and you were gone"

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Spyro and Cynder sat side by side, watching the stars twinkle. Or, Spyro was, Cynder had fallen asleep after Spyro had said they should get some rest. Thoran was....gone....somwhere....probebly doing cat things. Spyro was reminded that the world was in danger, but right now, it was peaceful to sit there with his best friend, admiring the skies.
Staring up at the brightest star in the sky. Spyro wished a secret wish
"I wish this could all be over, and me and Cynder could live happily in the temple without having to bother about saving the world" He whispered. And lowered his head for a quick nap.

....

Spyro opened his eyes. He was in a field. Watching something ahead of him. It was the purple dragon he'd seen in a vision before. Murdering another dragon. But it was hardly possible to see he was a purple dragon, for he was covered in the blood markings.
"How many dragon must have been killed?" He asked himself as the last speck of purple on the dragon was covered up.
"Millions..." a voice answered. "But nothing will stop this, nothing can" the voice growled.
Then, Spyro watched as the purple/red dragon rose up. A burst of red energy blasted around him. Circling the earth in a giant wave. Killing every dragon on their planet.
"Nothing....nothing can stop this" The voice whispered again, fading away into the red blood that covered the world.

MORE!!! I think I'm getting a bit addicted now...

I like...

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Yes Yes. More More. Maybe....I've got to write a chapter of a different story first. If i have time I'll write more.

Differant story?

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“Spyro! He’s catching up!” Cynder yelled to her companion.
“Just keep flying! He can’t fly forever!” Spyro answered.
The two young dragon sped through the floating island, Malefor close behind them.
“Why us!?” Cynder wailed, flying faster to avoid Malefor’s snapping jaws.
“Because we were the ones that nearly defeated him and called him a weakling?”
“Oh shut up!”
Spyro flew faster, Cynder was having a hard time keeping up. Her wings hurt.

Suddenly, Spyro took a 90 degrees turn right, which Cynder wasn’t expecting, she couldn’t turn fast enough, neither could Malefor. So he ran straight into her. Cynder screeched in pain, the chain that held her and Spyro together snapped, Cynder was now falling down, down, hoping Malefor didn’t come after her. She couldn’t fly, her left wing hurt badly. Cynder thought it was broken.

Thankfully, Malefor didn’t come after her, he turned and flew after Spyro, who hadn’t noticed she was gone. But now she was falling, unable to fly, towards a large black rock, with huge spikes sticking out of it in some places.
This is the end! She thought.
But, she ended up crashing through the rock, witch was hollow inside. Pain ran thought her wing, and as she hit the floor. She was knocked unconscious.

Wow that's pretty good, keep going.

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Yes Yes. More More. Maybe....I've got to write a chapter of a different story first. If i have time I'll write more.

Differant story?

It's for my friend "Panpop" I would post it but no one would understand it.

Writing more now.

Spyro awoke. Something was standing on him.
The purple dragon has come to kill me! Spyro thought.
Then he realised what ever was climbing over him was furry, and tugging at his horns.
"Get....up....you.....lazy....brute"
Spyro got up. Thoran fell off.
"Why wouldn't you wake up...?" Thoran asked, smoothing down his fur.
"Just a dream, nothing but a dream"
"Well Cynder's waiting, we need to get back to Malefor's lair before him"
"Why?"
Thoran shrugged. "Just following orders"

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As they walked through the forests. Spyro wondered about the dragon. What did he mean? Nothing can stop this? Was HE supposed to stop it? What ever it was.
Spyro's brain was filled with these annoying thoughts.
He was also worried about Cynder and Thoran again. He seemed to worried. Was he losing his courage? Was he going to be defeated because he was so worried?
Spyro shook his head to get rid of the worried thoughts. To distract himself before they came back he asked Thoran some questions.
"How did you know that's what I said three years ago?"
"Hmm?"
"You said "The enemy of enemy is my friend"
"You hear more from the sky"
"That doesn't make sense?"
"Does anything?"
Spyro thought about this confusing answer. He decided it was nothing to worry about.
"Worrying, again" He thought out loud.

"What was that?"
"Was what?"
"I heard something"
Cynder crept through the tangle of bushes they were crawling through.
"Look! It's Malefor!" She gasped.
Spyro looked. It was him! He seemed to be waiting for someone. Spyro gulped, he knew who he was waiting for. Them.

Go kil him!

Go kill him!

*Points gun* Nobody move until I've heard more of this story.