darkSpyro

Ok, I couldn't get online in the evening, but here I am now so..

Time to type!


BTW, Tibs and cartoon101, you really seem like you are the same person. Seeing as you both have quotes from yourselves as your signatures, You joined dS the same day, and both of your guestbook announcements look similar.. And as far as I've seen, you two post at the same topics..

Chapter 20.


Spyro bailed out of the cave, faster than Ember could realize he wasn't still there. The door creacked loudly, and the midday sun blined his eyes so, that he had to stop for a moment. Then it happened..

A scorching, stinky blast of goo hit the left side of his face. Spyro yelled. His eye felt like it was burning so he covered it with his paw. He turned his face to the direction of the blow, and saw Cynder standing in front of him blazing with fury..

"That's what you get for lying to me, you swine!" Cynder yelled, and took to the skies. Spyro couldn't say a thing, he was too concentrated on wiping the corrosive poison Cynder had spat, away from his face.

"Spyro! Are you okay? Who was that witch?.." Ember said, as she jogged to Spyro, "Ah.. Are you hurt?.." She asked, when she noticed that the left side of Spyro's face was badly burnt.

"Shut up! Get away from me!" Spyro shouted. "She was my partner! And now she's gone because of you!"

"Oh, I know you're angry. So I'm going to let that slide.. Come on now, I'm here.." Ember said, and approached Spyro.

"GET AWAY!" Spyro shouted furiously, and pushed Ember against the stone cliff. He held her by her shoulders, and growled. Spyro could see her tiny jaw starting to shake hysterically in disbelief..

"I don't love you, and I don't need your care! If I had known what trouble you would cause in my life I would've left you in that burning house to die!" Spyro yelled..

Ember seemed to shrink down a feet. Spyro could see a small stream of shimmering tears starting to run down from her eyes..

He just bit his jaw, and left her there..


Now, how about I'll write more tomorrow? Just for the occasion..

Chapter 21.


Spyro wandered back into the direction of the Great Hall. It was hard to see with just one eye, so he couldn't fly. He was furious. To Ember, but also to Cynder for not listening.. People on the streets were afraid of his looks. Though some just stared, most fled from his sight..

When he finally got back to the hall, it was already dark. The first thing Spyro did, was that he went to see a healer..

"My, what happened to you?.." The elderly mole squeked from behind his desk.

"I got into an accident with a friend.." Spyro growled quietly..

"Well, let's tale a look.." The mole said, and stepped closer.

The healer mole examined Spyro's eye thoroughly.. and then stated.

"Hmm.. Your eye seems to have suffered a great deal of corrosion.. I'm sorry to say this but it might be impossible for you to regain the eyesight from your left eye.. Plus, this will surely leave a massive scar on your face.." The mole said.

"C.. can't crystal's heal it?.. I am a dragon.." Spyro asked. Realizing what kind of damage Cynder had caused to him.

"Well, the crystals can regenerate lost tissue to an extent, like for example, close a wound. Bur your face is burnt, not cut.. Would we try to remove the damaged tissue away so that we could heal you, we might cause an infection that might kill you.." The mole explained..

"Oh, that's great.." Spyro thought. He just stared at the wall, with whatever of his eyesight was still left.

"Here, this will help with the pain.." The mole said, and gave spyro some herbs, "Remember, they the herbs blur your mind as they cleanse your body.."

Spyro took the herbs from the mole and began to march towards his chambers.. As he walked, he overheard Cyril talking with someone in the hall. That someone, was Ember, and she was crying..

"You told me I could have him!.." Ember cried to Cyril, who stared back at her coldly.

"What s going on in here?.." Spyro thought..

"Young lady, we had an agreement.. You were to separate Spyro from Cynder, and you would have your chance with him. A chance which you already seemed to waste away.." Cyril stated.

"But you said!-" Ember squealed.

"No, no no.. I didn't promise you anything. If your father wouldn't have been a part of the council, you wouldn't even be here. Now stand aside.." Cyril said.

"Fine, then I'll tell him of your plans!.." Ember cried, "Then we'll see if he still want's to be ordered around by you!"

"Sure, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again, now that you ruined his relationsips with the black dragon.." Cyril said, with a sarcastic tone, "Go ahead, we'll see if he believes you.."

Ember busted in tears, and bailed out of the chamber.

Spyro was left in silence. He wanted to ask Cyril what was going on, but he decided to wait for the right time..
When Cyril walked off, he was free to go to his chambers..
There he laid on his bed, and bit of the herb, right now the blurring effect of the bitter-tasting plant was just what he needed..


More smday..

I'm just lazy, that's it.

I'll write a new chapter now.

Yeah, but I promized to finish this fanfic. And that I will do..

Maybe when this is done, I can write amnother one someday.

Chapter 22.

Spyro woke up from his uneasy sleep. His face was tingling badly, but he couldn't scratch it because of his scar..

"This will take some time getting used to.." He mumbled, as he rolled off the bed and walked to the window..

The cold breeze against his cheeck felt like a snowstorm, but Spyro hanged his head out of the window..
He thought about what was Cynder doing, where was she now. He hadn't heard her return to her chamber last evening. Unless she had been there all the time, Spyro presumed she spent her night somewhere else..

The memories of yesterdays events appeared back into Spyro's mind as clear images.. He felt empty.
Everything was fine, just peachy. And now?.. He can't trust anybody..

"I can't believe Cyril was behind all this.." Spyro though, "He will get what is coming for him someday.."

Spyro took a look into the mirror to see his face. The scar covered half of his face, and it looked hideous to him. Spyro didn't even want to think about it, as he knew he could never regain his looks..

"If only Sparx was here.. He would cheer me up" Spyro thought..

He walked down to the hall and got some hot chop from the kitchen.. He didn't feel hungry, partly because even opening his mouth hurt, partly because Sparx reminded him of his parents, whom he had left..

And partly, because everyone down in the hall stared at his face, like he was a compelete stranger..

Spyro couldn't stand it, he left the hall with an outburst of anger..

Once outside, Spyro was startled by a shriek of a falcon high in the sky. The falcon reminded him of Hunter. Spyro had no idea where he was.

Cynder was gone already.. Nothing was keeping him in Warfang anymore, so he decided to pay the Cheetah Village a visit. With the wind on his side, the flight would take few, ten hours at most..

Quietly, he rose to his wings, and set off..


A quiet chapter for "change".. *grumble* More tomorrow..

I'll be writing more today, I'll do it later..

Chapter 23.

Soft, moist grass tickled Spyro's feet as he landed to the ground. The flight to the Walley of Avlar had taken longer that he'd expected, but he was there now.. Spyro explored his surroundings a bit, it had been a while from his last visit at the walley.

Everything looked the same, the forests, the cliffs, the rivers.. Spyro sniffed the air and noticed a familiar smell. It made him feel good.. The smell reminded him of the time he had first told Cynder he loved her, here, in the forests of the Walley of Avlar..
Even back then, Spyro had had his own worries and problems. But compared to the situation he was in now, he would have given anything for a chance to get back to that moment..

Escaping in his thoughts had proven to be an easy way to cope with the problems he had. Whenever he had a moment to spare, he would think about everything he had gone trough in his travels..

It gave him power, courage, but mostly it gave him hope..
Hope that he would get to set things straight one day. That all the suffering he had gone trough would stop..

He often thought of how he would face the one responsible for all the fear and hate, and with all the hopes of his friends on his shoulders, defeat him in a glorious battle..
But never it had occurred to him in his thoughts, that doing so, he could also lose something so close to him..
That he would have to make sacrifices..

Suddenly, Spyro was ashamed of himself..

He felt like a weakling..

Shaking his head, he dusted off his dreams. And with the sight of the Cheetah Village ahead of him. He faced the cold, hard reality once again..

When Spyro arrived to the Village grounds, Chief Prowlus was among the first ones to greet him..

"Welcome Purple Dragon, welcome.. It's good to see you again, for a change." Prowlus stated happily, "I see the world has left it's mark on you.." Prowlus pointed at Spyro's scar.

"Good to see you too Prowlus.." Spyro said. He didn't remember him being this happy to see him before. "The world has left it's mark on you too, I see.." Spyro added, nodding towards the scar on Prowlus's chest.

An awkvard silence followed, but then Prowlus kept on talking: "Ah, It's just a bodily would.. My soul is still as intact as it used to be." He said, "Erh.. Yours looks like it has been torn out.."

"You could say that, but I didin't come here to talk about it." Spyro said.

"Yes, why are you here anyway?.." Prowlus asked..

Spyro looked around him, and he didn't see Hunter anywhere.. "I uhh.. I just wanted to ask something from you. I didn't plan to stay long.." He said.

"Ohh, come on!" Prowlus said, and swatted Spyro's back, and started to lead him to the village center. "Stay here for a while, we'll hold a feast for you in the evening. After all, we are all alive because of you.. You can ask me anything you want then, and maybe share with us, the story of that scar.."

"Well, okay.. I quess I could stay for one night.." Spyro said. The idea felt great, since he wanted something to get his mind off Warfang..

"Fantastic, I will tell out villagers to make ready for a party!" Prowlus said, "Make yourself at home until then.."

Spyro looked around himself a bit. Hunter was nowhere to be seen. And to speak the truth, Spyro was not really surprised.

Overall, the Village seemed to prosper, concidering that it was destroyed by the forces of darkness a couple of weeks ago.. But the people had changed, dramatically. Their eyes, once filled with life and passion, were now drowning into fear and depression..
Spyro shutted his mind off such thoughts, and waited for the evening..


More soon..

In case you didn't already know this torok. English is not my national languange. So yes, I make mistakes too..

But you understood what I meant anyway, so it's nothing serious..