darkSpyro

how sad

Ignitus looked at Spyro, who had resumed staring at the doors and sighed. He knew exactly how he felt.
Then Spyro winced like he was in pain.
'Young dragon?'
Spyro was silent.
'Spyro?'
Spyro opened his eyes and looked at Ignitus in desperation.
'We need to find Cynder....NOW.'
Ignitus opened his mouth to ask why but Spyro strode off to the center of the room before he could.
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Spyro's mind was in turmoil. Guilt, pain and rage filled his head until he could barely think.
His side where he sensed Cynder had been stabbed hurt every time he took a step and his feeling of guilt about losing his child wasn't helping. He dimly heard Sparx as he flew up to his side.
'I knew I shouldn't have left you two alone.'
Spyro gave a small growl.
'You weren't much better with Marissa were you?'
Sparx looked at him curiously.
'What do you mean?'
'You'll find out when you see Marissa next.'
Sparx huffed and flew away to the corner of the silent hall.
As if Sparx doesn't know...., Spyro thought as he looked up through the glass roof of the hall.
Then a glimmer of hope came to him.
Iluka said that in the main public place in Warfang there was a pathway to the old city. This is the main public place so what if that gateway is here?
Spyro closed his eyes and with his mind analysed each and every aspect of the hall. He gave a small smile when he found the entrance. His smile turned to a grimace though when he felt Cynder's pain again.
Deciding he had no time to lose he darted over to a remote corner of the Great Hall and began levering a large stone block out the way.
After he finished moving the block he looked at the other dragons.
'You all know how to fight?'
'Well enough,' Flame answered.
'Good.'
'Spyro...if you don't mind me asking why did you want to know?'
'Because you're going to have to fight. Now follow me.'
Fearfully the dragons followed.
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When they all emerged from the ruins of Warfang, the first thing the dragons saw was the blood red sky, and the first thing they heard was the sound of war.
Despite all this, Spyro wasted no time.
'Adults, throw bombs on the army. 15 years and under, protect the battlements. 16 and older just fight.'
Only Ember dared to question him.
'Who put you in charge?'
Spyro glared at her.
'I've fought more battles than you.'
Ignitus nodded.
'Listen to him and do as he suggests.'
The other Guardians nodded in agreement.
'What are you going to do young dragon?' Ignitus asked.
'I'm going to find Cynder.'
Ignite made a weird protesting noise.
'You except a 12 year old to fight!!'
Spyro looked her in the eye.
'I had to.'
Then he ran off. The other dragons glanced at each other, then moved off to their positions.
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Spyro ran, following his senses to lead him to Cynder. He feared he might be too late though. With every stride he ran, he felt Cynder's strength fading.
Then he got close enough to her to let their mental link reopen. Filled with relief he sent a mental question to her, asking her where she was.
I'm lying under a pile of rubble....., Cynder replied, a....a grublin stabbed me....
I'm coming Cynder...I'm coming..., Spyro thought to her.
He found her a minute or two later. She was lying under some broken bricks, with blood streaming down her side. Spyro let out a small cry and frantically got the rubble off of her.
When the rubble was off he let out a light spray of water to clean her wound, followed by a beam of light to heal it. He was at the same time giving her some of his strength.
'Are you ready?'
Cynder nodded at him, her eyes filled with love.
'Yes.....'
Together, they made their way through broken walls, smashed buildings and with devastation surrounding them, went to war.

Up until then, no one except the Guardians, Ashes and Sparx had seen Cynder and Spyro fight. Ignite came away wishing she hadn't.
She had been in the middle of bombing the army when she heard the 'retreat' call from below. She had rushed down and joined the others in the mad dash to the main street. It was there they saw Spyro and Cynder.
From the moment she saw them fight, she never wanted to see it again.
Cynder twisted and turned, stabbed and fought with grace. Yet every move she made was a fatal one. Her body flowed with each movement, and soon she was chasing enemies instead of having them come to her.
Everyone thought she was deadly.
She was, but not as deadly as Spyro. Every move he made killed the enemy and each time he used his elements they lasted longer than usual. His body did not flow, instead it twisted and turned with every move. He used attacks like the horn dive and comet dash, snowstorm and ice shards.
Ignite was sure that with their help, the army would all die and they could get on with life. But Spyro and Cynder's help wasn't enough to drive out th force that had invaded their city.
Soon all the nearest enemies were dead, or fleeing. Both Spyro and Cynder did not stay long enough to see the looks of horror and admiration on the faces of those present.
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Hours later, the city was free from the war. The creatures were dead and Flame and Ember saw that they could have fought off those gnorcs instead of fleeing.
Tired, bleeding and sore, the dragons made there way to the hall, once their brief prison, now a medical relief center.
There, their wounds got treated, food and rest. But still all the attention was on Spyro and Cynder.
Cynder was resting on a large pillow, asleep. Spyro was sitting nearby her, picking at some mushrooms.
All the dragons had been treated, and had rested up. Now, all the young ones began to bombard Spyro with questions.
'How do you fight like that?! Teach me!'
'Your fighting style is soooo unique! Please teach me!!'
'Who taught you how to fight?'
Spyro had been silent for almost all the questions, but when asked who taught him how to fight he nodded in the direction of the Guardians.
There was a buzz of excitement and all of the dragons ran off to ask the guardians to teach them to fight like that. All except Firestorm.
In her mind, this was the perfect time to get to know her brother. All she had to do now was pluck up the courage.
'Ummmmm...hi,' Firestorm nervously tried to start a conversation.
Spyro only nodded at her.
'So....that hatchling was your kid?'
Spyro sighed and lay his head on the ground.
'Yes.'
Firestorm was shocked that he was talking to her.
'We'll help you get her back you know.'
Spyro looked at her with one eye.
'Really? Or are you just saying that so that you can get on my good side?'
'No....I mean it.'
'Then your help would be welcome...........if we don't deal with it.'
Firestorm knew that by 'we' Spyro meant Cynder and him.
'So what age did you learn to fight?'
Spyro's eyes clouded over when she asked and Firestorm knew that he was remembering something.
'12.'
'12?!! Thats the same age as Firelight right now!'
'Mmmmmmm.....'
Firestorm did a brief calculation.
If he learned to fight at 12, then disappeared for 3 years he was then 15......disappeared for another 3 years...that makes him 19 years old!!
'Where did you grow up?'
Spyro was about to answer when Cynder began to stir. Spyro's eyes unmisted and he went over to Cynder.
Firestorm couldn't help but feel a bit bitter that Cynder had cut their conversation short. But there was nothing she could do about it.
'I guess I'll see you around then,' Firestorm called out.
Spyro didn't hear her.
Dejected, Firestorm walked back to her mother and back to a life which for the moment had no big brother in it.

tomorrow.....I'm tired.
*yawns*

this is amazing and man is firestorm bad at math

Spyro is 18 at the moment in the story, and its half way through the next year so he's almost 19. ummmmm unless everything I've learned at school this holidays has gone out of my head already.

more tonite!

Oceania curled up close to her brother and gave him a hug.
We've been through so much together.......from losing our parents to fighting alongside each other.....
Whirlpool mumbled in his sleep and turned over so that his horns dug into Oceania's skin.
Oceania winced and carefully stood up so as to not disturb her brother.
Well if you don't want me there, she thought as she walked away.
She wasn't looking where she was going. Neither was Flame.
'HEY!!'
The two fell to the floor after colliding.
'WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!!' yelled Oceania.
Flame looked meek.
'You should too.'
'Sorry Flame...........I'm just a bit grumpy. Whirlpool hornjabbed me away.'
Flame gave a chuckle.
'Its not as bad as having Ember for a sister.'
Oceania smiled and the two remained silent for a minute. She could see that Flame was very nervous for some reason.
'So ummm...'
'Ummmmmm?'
'How are you liking it here?' Flame asked.
'Well, I come from this time so I can honestly say that its fun......except when there's a war going on. How are you liking it here?'
Flame sighed.
'I want to go home.'
Oceania patted him on the back with her wing.
'I'm sure that you will go home one day. With Ember.'
Flame gave a dry laugh.
'Ember wants to stay here. Says it too nice.'
'Doesn't she want to go home?'
'I have no idea. Hey.....do you want to come to the history room with me?'
'Why?....'
'I want to research my families past...and Ember doesn't want to come.'
Oceania nodded.
'Okay.'
'Thanks,' Flame said, 'besides Ignitus said to travel in pairs.'
'You do know that you won't find much don't you?' Oceania said as they walked off.
'What do you mean?'
'This is the past so unless you know your ancestors names then you won't have much luck.'
'Well I know that I am descended from Windchimes, the fifth purple dragon.'
'Your kidding me?'
'No. But I don't know who her parents were.'
'Then we might find a mention of Windchimes then.'
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Flame was happy and sad at the same time. Happy because Oceania had agreed to come with him, sad because she didn't know he had a crush on her.
The two reached the history room and went inside.
'So what do we look for?'
'Why don't we ask the mole who runs this place?'
'Oh ummm...good idea,' Flame said as they approached the desk.
'Hi.'
The mole looked up.
'Greetings dragons, what may I do for you today?'
'We were looking for a book on Windchimes, the fifth purple dragon.'
The mole looked stumped.
'I'm sorry but there is only three purple dragons alive. One came back from the dead though.'
'And who are they?'
'Viola, Malefor, Spyro and Fate.'
'No mention of Windchimes at all?'
The mole sighed and looked Flame in the eye.
'No. I have no idea who you are talking about.'
'Oh. Thank you anyway.'
Flame and Oceania began to walk away.
'Wait!' the mole called out.
Both dragons turned around.
'There is a new purple dragon hatchling.'
'There is?'
'Yes. The fifth.'
Flame was getting excited.
'Whats its name?'
'She is a girl and she doesn't have a name. She was stolen by Malefor.'
Flame felt his heart drop.
'Then....who are her parents?'
The mole gave a rather cryptic answer.
'Our heroes.'
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Flame pushed open the doors to the hall and went inside. Oceania followed.
'Hey,' Flame said, 'thanks for coming with me.'
Oceania smiled.
'Its okay, you found something out.'
Flame looked at her quizzically.
'What did we find out?'
'We are in a time just after Windchimes hatched.'
Flame's mouth dropped open.
'But that means....'
'Catch you around.'
Oceania walked off to her brother. Flame watched her leave.
'Hi Flame.'
Flame jumped and looked at Firestorm.
'Oh hey.'
'You looking for someone?' Firestorm asked.
'Ummm yeah. Spyro and Cynder.'
Firestorm made a face and pointed to them.
'Over there, except Spyro left.
'Thanks.'
Firestorm continued on her way to her mother as Flame went over to Cynder.
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Cynder saw Flame coming and woke alerted Spyro, who was outside the hall with Thrictum and Jay.
Spyro! Flame's coming.
She felt Spyro strengthen their mental bond.
'Hi,' Flame said.
'What do you want?'
Cynder cut straight to the point.
'I wanted to ask you if you and Spyro were the parents of that hatchling. I asked the mole and he said 'our heroes' were the parents. So I thought of you guys. '
'We wouldn't tell you even if we were, besides we aren't guardians, why don't you ask Terrador or Ignitus?'
Flame flushed.
'Okay.....thanks....'
Cynder watched him leave.
Not that sort of guardian anyway, Spyro thought to her from outside the hall.

Very good detail, emotion, and the canon characters were all in-character. Good job, dragonlover!

thanks! what do you mean by 'canon' though?

Canon means anything (plot, characters, setting, timeline) confirmed by the creators of a book, show, movie, or game. Spyro is a canon character, meaning he is an official character, rather than a fan-created one.

Canon = official
Fanon = fan-created

Fanfic = Story based on copyrighted media. (books, games, movies, shows)

right...........
more coming tomoz.

I lied.....I'm going to write more...
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Sparx buzzed around Warfang looking for Marissa. He wanted to know what Spyro had been going on about. Spotting the dragonflies hovering around Warfang looking at the devastation he headed over to them.
'Sparx!!' Nina cried out as she rushed over and proceeded to strangle him with a hug to death, 'I'm so glad you're okay!!'
'Where's Spyro?' asked Flash.
'He's at the hall.'
'Oh.'
'Ummmm Nina?' Marissa asked nervously, 'do you think I could talk to Sparx for a minute or two?'
Nina smiled and nodded.
'We'll be over at the hall if you need us,' Flash said.
Marissa nodded and led Sparx past the accusing glare of Taulm and his parents.
Going over to her quarters in the small courtyard the dragonflies were using she ushered Sparx inside.
'You should sit down,' she said, her silver wings flapping wildly.
'Why?'
'Just do it Sparx.'
Sparx obeyed.
'What was it you wanted to tell me?'
It was plain obvious that Sparx wanted out as soon as possible.
'Ummm Sparx I don't know how to tell you.'
'Spit it out,' Sparx said convinced that it would be something minor.
'I'm pregnant.'
This made Sparx sit bolt upright.
'Wha..?'
'I'm pregnant,' Marissa repeated.
'Oh...I bet its Taulm's child....'
'Actually his family are a stickler for tradition and one of those traditions is to do it on the wedding night.'
'Sooo?'
Marissa gave a small smile.
'We aren't married yet. And I want it to stay that way.'
Sparx leaned back on the moss chair and stared at her.
'What are you saying?'
'I'm saying that the children are yours Sparx.'
Unable to cope with the news. Sparx fainted and fell off the chair.
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Sparx buzzed into the hall five minutes later, his brain reeling. Marissa buzzing in behind him and headed over the the other dragonflies.
What the hell what the hell, was all he could think.
'Can't tease me now can you Sparx?'
Sparx turned around and saw Spyro leaning against the wall, a teasing smile on his face.
'Don't worry. I'm sure you'll cope.'
Still smirking, Spyro walked away, leaving a bemused Sparx staring at an empty wall.
Wait a minute...., Sparx thought, Marissa said children which means.........two or more.....
Sparx gulped and super speed left the room.

Keep up the good work!!! You are way better at writing than me. I gave up with that. But, your work is very detailed and brilliant!

u sure its brilliant?

this is so funny and full of action

*reads story*
for me I think its just a bit over my average stories but I'll take your word for it!

more coming this afternoon, me and mum are going out today.
(maybe I can get a DS game?)

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE DIDN'T GO TO THE NEAREST PLACE WHERE THEY SELL DS GAMES!!!
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Spyridon....
Ignite woke with a start and stretched. Yawning, she made her way out of her room and started off towards the great hall for breakfast.
Spyridon.., she thought, sounds like a good dragon name.....wonder what it means?
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Later that night, when every dragon was huddled around a blazing fire in the main street under a blood red sky the dragons shared their stories.
'So yeah, thats how I learned to breathe fire,' finished Flame after a long talk.
'Spyro, how did you learn to breathe fire?'
Spyro, who was sitting a little bit back from the fire shrugged with an absent look on his face and inclined his head towards Sparx, who was sitting a small stone, staring straight ahead like he was in shock.
'Sparx?' asked Flame, 'how did Spyro learn to breathe fire?'
Sparx didn't say anything.
'SSSppppaarrrxxx?' Jay said, 'anyone home?'
No answer.
'What is wrong with you?'
Then the dragonflies buzzed in.
'Sorry we're late, some of us were asleep,' said Flash in greeting.
Then Sparx saw Marissa. He sat bolt upright like he had had a dose of electric shock and suddenly zoomed away like he had super speed. Marissa gasped and fled after him.
'Sparx wait!!'
Her cry soon faded away. Ember laughed.
'What was all that about?'
Nina shrugged and went over to Spyro.
'So Spyro,' Flame repeated, 'how did you learn to breathe fire?'
Spyro sighed.
'By saving the annoying gnat from being killed by an ape......'
Flame snorted.
'An ape?'
Spyro gave him a bored look.
'Yes. An ape.'
'An-?'
Flame was cut off by Ignite.
'Is the name Spyro a nickname?'
The world seemed to grow cold despite the heat of the fire. Spyro narrowed his eyes. Nina whirled around with a look of horror in her eyes.
'Don't say it!' Flash said, his voice tinted heavy with concern.
Ignite rolled her eyes.
'Its just a name. Now is Spyro short for Spyridon?'
Flash groaned. Nina looked scared. Spyro looked murderous.
Ignite looked confused.
'Did I say something?'
'We told you not to say it!' Flash hissed, his wings flapping, 'now you have to run!'
'Why?'
'You don't want to find out, RUN!!'
Spyro got to his feet. As he did heavy snow began falling which was strange as there as no clouds.
'RUN IGNITE!!!' screamed Nina.
'Do as they say,' Ignitus urged her, 'I have a feeling their scared.'
Confused Ignite ran.
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Ignite ran. She was confused and a bit daunted by how scared the dragonflies had seemed.
Then she heard a scream from behind her and the sounds of a comet dash. Filled with fear she raced through back streets and alleys. Then she faced a dead end. Frantically she rose up into the air and got on the top of the building. She didn't know the danger she had been told to run from was behind her.
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Filled with rage, Spyro ran after the fleeing Ignite.
He hated being called that name. He couldn't even stand to hear it being spoken.
He jumped over Terrador and while in the air, did a comet dash that took him onto the top of a building. Up ahead he saw Ignite on top of a building. He stalked her slowly.
Then Ignite turned around and gave a small scream. She fell onto the roof sobbing with fear.
'My Spyridon....my little fire spirit...'
'That is not my name,' Spyro said, his voice cold as ice.
His tone seemed to make Ignite realize she was going to have to fight to flee. Drawing herself up she stood her ground.
'It is your name and I will call you that Spyridon.'
Spyro narrowed his eyes and leaped at her leaving Ignite only a few seconds to defend. Then they fought.
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Down below the others heard the sounds of their fight and shuddered.
'We told her not to say it....,' said Flash as the sounds continued.

Oh my, mad Spyro. That can't be good

ya put really good details in this chapter

nope, its not good.

did I?

Yeah.

*looks over story*
this isn't as long as my other one....

brilliant? its not that good is it?

I don't have many of them......

its y I joined a fan fiction site earlier today.

wow that is one of the few times iv seen someone go psycho over their name

y is to be explained in the next chapter later today: I don't know when mum wants me down at the shop for work!!!

that was great, a mad Spyro... sounds scary i would hate to have Spyro mad at me

mmm, yeah would be a bit frightening. okay maybe a lot.

alrite everyone be honest,but how scared would you be if Spyro was chasing you?

me i would be completely freaked out if id been chased by Spyro while hes as mad as he is at Ignite

great story write more plz!

*mental train of thought skids to stop in front of giant wall*
I've hit writers block....

Writers block? Whatever, i drew something for ya, its TERRA!!!!!!
I would have prefered it by hand rather than computer but, hey, what can i do, look on my DA account, DragonLover19 if u want to see it

if I want to see it? course I want to see it!!

I've told u what writer's block is.

Omg, its ur first comic done on my page on Da

Oh, yes, need link:

http://dragonlover19.deviantar...mic-1-130027226

thank you DragonLover1 for helping me get past writer's block!
(honestly its a disease)
she gave me the idea for the storyline.
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Spyro knocked Ignite into the ramparts of Warfang. Ignite cried in pain and fell off the roof. Even though Ignite was down, Spyro continued the assault. Gliding down from the roof he landed in front of her and snarled.
Ignite gasped. Suddenly she understood why he was still attacking her. Spyro's eyes were blinding white. He couldn't stop.
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Far away, in the great hall Cynder woke with a start. Her mental link with Spyro was very weak and felt faintly of darkness. Filled with fear she ran out of the hall and went to find Spyro. If he fell to the darkness...so would she.
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Ignite dodged out of the way as Spyro did a comet dash at her. The sky looked like fire was spread across it, as if it was alive.
Distracted, Ignite stared at the sky, and got rammed into by Spyro.
On top of her, Spyro snarled and raised his claw.
'Don't do it Spyro,' Ignite whispered.
The light from Spyro's light flickered and went out for a second. Suddenly Ignite realised what she had to do.
Then the light went out all together as the rain started. Spyro shook his head and looked at Ignite with curiosity. His purple scales were shiny with sweat and rain. He looked tired.
He was trying to stop himself....., thought Ignite.
'Having a fight without me?'
A large dragoness landed on the ramparts above and gave a dry laugh.
'Ha! My master will be pleased.......I can tell him his enemy has a dark side...'
The dragoness dropped to the ground and began to circle them. Spyro jumped off Ignite and stood near her, looking a bit worried.
The dragoness lunged and caught Spyro by the throat. Forcing him up against the wall she held him tight.
She began to squeeze...
All of a sudden Cynder came out of nowhere and pulled the dragoness off of him. Spyro fell to the ground and lay motionless.
'Well well well....... if it isn't the traitoress Cynder.....come to see your old friend Sulfur have you?'
Then Sulfur was hit by a blast of earth. Turning around she saw Spyro glaring at her.
'Do you want to die first? Very well.'
She gave a evil grin and leaped towards Spyro.
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Sulfur and Spyro struggled on the floor, claws scratching and tails jabbing into each others flesh.
Soon Sulfur had Spyro lying on the floor.
'HA!! I HAVE DEFEATED THE PURPLE DRAGON OF THE PROPHECIES!!' Sulfur yelled.
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Far away the other dragons heard her laugh. Ignitus grew tense and ran off in the direction the yell had come from.
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Terra bolted off after Ignitus. After a short run she skidded to a halt as she beheld a dark dragon holding Spyro to the ground. She whimpered and the dragon turned around.
'But to prove myself to my master,' Sulfur hissed, 'I need to capture the dragon with the gift of prophecy....the one the corruption failed on....'
Terra gulped and ran backwards.
A huge bomb fell onto the ground, making the air red.
By the time the smoke cleared Sulfur had gone.......and so had Terra.
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to my readers (not that there's many): do u want a coloured, black or white or pencil comic? DragonLover1 wants to know.

great chapter

I had writer's block.

I dunno if i want it coloured, i just want to check with peoples that are reading this story first

great chapter write more soon!

okay...maybe tomorrow..

ok waiting