darkSpyro

(A few quick warnings before i post ANYTHING.

1. my spelling sucks in places. so expect a LOT of spelling errors.

2. The title is in relation to a place, not an event, or a character. I'm actually thinking of changing the title.

3. I have a tendency to rush things, so if it all seems a bit... fast, that's just how i write.

4. I have never posted a fanfic on a forum before, so im not too sure of the procedure of doing it. if i do something wrong, gimme a heads up.)

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Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day. That was all Spyro really cared about at the moment. He was laying on the ground outside of the cave he and cynder called home, just enjoying the suns rays. His eyes were closed. He didn't need them open. He had no worries. Malefor was sealed, and all of his minions were destroyed when the planet was breaking apart.

Spyro then heard the sound of flapping wings. He opened his eyes and looked. He saw Cynder comming his way, carrying a dead animal in her claws. “Cynder! I was wondering where you were this morning.” Spyro smiled and stood up. Cynder swooped in and landed, laying the dead animal next to him. “We have to eat something.” Cynder replied.

Spyro nodded. “Lets get this thing inside. We don't want any of the other predators in the valley trying to steal our breakfast. “ Spyro grabbed it around the neck with his mouth, while cynder had a tight grip on its thick tail. They took the creature inside and sat down with it. “You ARE hungry, right, Spyro?” Cynder asked.

“Yes, Cynder. I am.” Spyro replied. “good.” Cyder said, after swallowing her first bite from the creature Spyro nodded silently, and took a chunk out of the creature.

“Hm. Definitely not bad.” Spyro mused. “Which animal is this?”

“Wratwolf.” Cynder replied. “They aren't usually common in this area I guess after the collapse, they migrated north form their home because of living conditions...” She took another bite. The two sat in silence for a long while. Finally, Spyro got up, once the Wratwolf was reduced to scraps of flesh and bone. “I think im gonna give my wings a stretch. I've been lying around for far too long.” He said.

“Hm. Can I go to?” Cynder asked.

“Its always nicer when you fly with me cynder.” Spyro replied, smiling. The tow went to the mouth of the cave, and looked around, trying to get a feel for the wind direction, to determine the most enjoyable flight path. Finally, Cynder took to the air. “what the-” Spyro looked to her.

'Ladies first!” Cynder yelled back. Spyro smiled, and followed, going into the air after Cynder. The two flew through the air in a graceful dance of wing beats, spirals, and twirls. Just enjoying each others company. After a few minutes, Cynder looked to Spyro. “Car eto have a brief race?” She asked.

“you sure that's a good idea?” Spyro asked. Cynder paused.

'I suppose your right.” Cynder said. Spyro had been on deaths door for nearly a week after malefor's defeat. He had poured almost every ounce of his life force into putting the planet back together. He was still recovering, and his powers would likely never be as strong as they were before. As they flew, somewhat slower through the air, Spyro began to feel weird. “Cynder.” He said.

“Yes?” She asked, looking to him.

“I think we should land. Im not feeling all that great...” Spyros eyes slowly closed, and he began a plummet towards the ground. “Spyro!” Cynder shouted, and flew after him. He fell through some trees, and cynder heard him letting out a ylep of pain. Cynder landed a little ways away from the trees, and rushed in. “Spyro?” She called.

“Over here...” She heard. She rushed over and saw Spyro laying on the ground. His front left leg bent at a strange angle. 'Oh dear...” Cynder whispered. She walked up to Spyro and sat down next to him. “How is it?” she asked.

“I'm not sure. I think its simply a popped joint.” Spyro replied, he looked at his leg and winced at the pain. Cynder took a closer look. “Yup, the joints out of place. Hold up, ill fix it.” She gently rested her paw sin the appropriate spots, then swiftly, but carefully, snapped the bone back into line. Spyro yelled out for a moment, before look ing to his leg. It was throbbing horribly, and would likely be hard to walk on for a few days.

'Thanks, Cynder.” Spyro said. Cynder nodded.

“Come on, lets get you back to the cave.” She said, and helped Spyro to his feet. They then proceeded to the cave. It was several minutes later when they finally returned. Spyro went to his favorite spot, a corner were the sun shone through a ole in the roof, and lay down. Cynder walked up next to him, and examined his leg again. “hmm. I could have done a better job putting it back into place.” She muttered.

“Don't trouble yourself with it. I'll be fine.” Spyro replied.

“I cant help but worry, Spyro.” Cynder said, smiling slightly. “In your condition, its just natural. For the ones closest to you to worry.” She lay down next to him. Spyro lay his head down and decided to rest his eyes. It wasn't long before he was actually asleep. Cynder smiled at him. She figured he must not have slept well last night.

She stood, and went out of the cave to let him rest.

I think it's pretty well written, if you ask me.

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I think it's pretty well written, if you ask me.

Thanks. Ive actually written the first 8 chapter,s but ill post them a little more slowly then all at once.

That's a good strategy, it's what I do.

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That's a good strategy, it's what I do.

What works works, i guess.

Chapter 2

Spyro was sweating. His eyes clenched tightly. He slowly looked up as his eyes opened. He saw a red glow comming from the mouth of the cave. He heard... fire... He was suddenly on his feet, and rushing for the mouth of the cave. As he exited, his jaw hung. The entire valley was on fire, and he saw a massive purple dragon in the sky.

“Malefor?” He muttered. Malefor seemed to be fighting something. Spyro gasped. “Cynder!” he yelled. Cynder was locked in a power struggle against him, her fury breath struggling against his, but being pushed back. Suddenly, Malefor broke through her beam, and the blast struck her. Spyro watched in terror, as she fell ,charred, broken, and likely dead form the blast.

“NO!” Spyor screamed, and shot like a bullet for Cynder. He caught her out of the air, and dashed for the trees. He came to a landing, and checked her pulse. In a second, he felt the deepest sorrow he'd ever felt. He turned to Malefor, whom was now landing. “hello, young dragon.” He said mockingly .Spyro turned to face him, trembling. “How!? How are you-”

“don't concern yourself on that account, Spyro. I'd be more concerned with your life!” malefor said, and breathed a blast at spyro. Spyro lifted into the air, and the blast struck Cynders body. Cynder was no longer there was the blast faded. “Dammit!” Spyro shouted, when Malefor was upon him, striking him across the chest with his claws.

Spyro yelled, as blood spurted from his chest. He looked up, trying to form some energy in his mouth for an attack, but Malefor stomped down no him, pinning him to the ground. Spyro struggled against the claw. “Goodbye, little dragon.” Malefor said, and suddenly bit down on Spyros head.

* * * * *

Spyros eyes snapped open. “NO!” He screamed, sitting up. He looked around, breathing heavily. He was still in the cave, and he was fine. He sighed. “Spyro! Whats wrong?” Cynder said as she entered the cave.

“Nothing... just... just a dream...” Spyro panted, laying back down. Cynder came up to him.

“Malefor again?” She asked. Spyro nodded silently. Cynder sighed and smiled slightly. “you'll get through this stage. Just give it some time.” She looked outside. “the suns setting, by the way.” She said.

“Is it?” Spyro looked outside. it was indeed. He nodded and lay his ehad back down. Cynder looked to the corner. “I've done some hunting while you were sleeping. We've got some food for the night.” She said. Spyro stood on wobbly legs and dragged himself over to the dead annimal. He was familiar with this one. A grayjowl. Grayjowls had very strong underbites, and grey skin. Aside from that, they msotly resembled a canine.

Spyro sat down with cynder, and they both began eating. Cynder couldnt help but notice Spyros lack of enthusiasm for her kill. “Is something the amtter?”She asked.

Spyro sighed. “I just have this odd feeling... like this peace isn't going to last... every now and then... my mouth goes dry, and the air becomes cold, and it feels like im being watched.” Spyro said.

“Do you think you might be being scryed by someone?” Cynder asked.

“Scryed?” Spyro asked.

“Yeah. From what i know about it, your experiencing the symptoms of being scryed. No body can defend against it, but they can give you signs.” Cynder explained. Spyro was silent for a moment,

“I guess it makes sense for someone to want to know that im alive.” Spyro said.

Cynder nodded. “Me too.” She said. Spyro took another rchunk out of the grayjowl. The two sat in silence for a long moment. Finally, when the grayjowl was finished being eaten, did cynder break the silence. “Im gonna keep a watch out.” She stood up and walked for the caves mouth. Spyro stood quickly. “Uh, wait, Cynder. Maybe i should take this watch. You've taken the last four.” He said.

“But your still recovering.” Cynder replied.

“That may be so, but im no longer defenseless. I'm sure i can handle the denizens of the valley. You've barely slept since we found this cave. If anything, Cynder, I think you need a rest more then I do at this point.” Spyro reasoned.

“...Alright. You can have this watch.” Cynder said, smiling. She walked towards her own favorite spot, a small cove of rocks, that made her feel safe, and lay down. Spyro stepped outside,and looked around. This valley was his home now...

And he'd defend it... No matter the cost.

Chapter 3

Spyro sat outside, just watching the moon rise. He knew not what all came out at night, as he had barely been out here at night by Cynders insisting that he rest, but since they hadn't lost the cave yet, he was sure he could handle it. As his eyes went over a nearby hill, he saw something. It looked... like a gray dragon.

Spyro then saw something else. The dragon was arching away. but coming Into the valley, were several wispy mist-like figures. As spyro watched these things, they looked his way. And suddenly, they retracted, disappearing beyond a hill. Spyro watched carefully, when at that moment, there was a massive eruption of green flames, several fireballs flying through the air towards his location.

“Oh no, CYNDER!” Spyro screamed, and ducked back. The fireballs fell short, but the blasts sent green flames rocketing towards him. The flames rolled over the stones of the cave, and spyro met it with a blast of pure ice. The flames fell short, and spyro swore that in the instant they fade,d he saw a face in them.

Cynder rushed out, and gasped a the site. “Whats going on!?” She asked.

“I dont know. But those flames will hit the cheetah village any minute, we have to help them!” Spyro replied, flexing his wings to go into flight. Cynder came up next to him. “I'm with you” She said. Spyro nodded, and they took off for the cheetah village. As they flew, spyro quickly explained what he had seen.

“So you saw spirits then?” Cynder asked as they swooped down.

'I suppose.” Spyro said as they landed. Spyro looked around. He saw the flames were faster, and the village was already ablaze. “Is anyone still alive!?” He yelled. No response. “Anyone!?” He yelled out again. Still, no response.

“I figured this would draw you out.” a voice said behind them. Spyro whirled around. A tall, skinny, but confident looking figure stood there, holding a strange scepter. His dark skin resembled mummified skin, and his eyes glowed a menacing purple.

'Whoa re you!?” Cynder asked.

“My name is none of your concern, Black dragon.” He turned his attention to Spyro. “you, on the other hand... Spyro... may know me as the one who ended your life!” The figure extended his hand, and cynder was knocked backwards, and a dome of energy formed around spyro and the strange figure. “prepare yourself... dragon.” the figure said.

Spyro got into a ready stance. “Cynder, go find any survivors you can, and get them out of here!” He said. The figure lifted his scepter, and readied himself. Spyro leapt forwards, and sent a wave of fire towards the figure. It was met by a shield of energy, which dispersed the flames. Spyor looked surprised, but quickly summoned a sphere of pure earth energy around him, and cannon balled his target.

The figure stumbled backwards, and snarled. As soon as spyro landed, he suddenly felt intense pain in the fabric of his wing. He looked over, and saw the scepter had been stabbed through it. Spyro yelled out, and collapsed. “Say goodbye, dragon!” the enemy stated coldly, preparing to finish Spyro off.

* * * * *

Cynder came to a stop when she heard spyro yelling. She turned and was about to rush back to him. Then she remembered the energy sphere. Even if she did go back, she couldn't help. She hisse din irritation, and rushed deeper into the village. 'Anyone alive!?” She shouted.

“Over... here!” She heard a cheetah say. She rushed over to him. His fur was of the same oarnge tone that hunter had, and his eyes were a strong hazel. “Are you ok?” Cynder asked.

“yes, I think so.” the cheetah replied. Cynder looked around. “Are there any other survivors?” cynder asked.

“I don't know. If there are, they've already fled.” the cheetah replied.

“alright. Where is the villages shelter?” Cynder asked.

“Follow me.” the cheetah stated, and rushed off. Cynder following. Cynder stopped just long enough to look back to where spyro had been fighting. “Please... stay safe...” She whispered, and followed the cheetah.

Chapter 4

Cynder and the cheetah marched into a tunnel, which was apparently their means of migrating away form the valley if it became to dangerous. Cynder saw a number of the cheetahs up ahead. “Is chief prowlus safe?” The cheetah accompanying cynder asked.

“fang!” Cynder heard form inside the tunnel. Prowlus emerged, and approached. “Its good to see you alive.” He said. Fang nodded. Then prowlus' eyes turned to cynder, and instantly narrowed. “you...” he snarled. Cynder looked him in the eye. “Don't go there. Look, whatevers caused this, Spyro is fighting it in the valley.” Cynder said.

“Why should I believe you, Dragon?” Prowlus asked. “how do I know YOU aren't the one who caused these flames!? You and your purple friend!?”

“because what would we have to gain from destroying our home?” Cynder asked.

* * * * *

Spyro rolled along the ground, gasping for breath. A slice in his side, his cheek, and a tear in his wing. “Damn...” he muttered. He stood on wobbly legs, and looked to his opponent. “I wont lose to you!” He yelled, and summoned a fury blast. It raged forwards, and struck his attacker. The enemy was flung backwards, and passed through the dome, causing it to dissipate.

Spyro took this chance, and bolted for his target, preparing another blast of fury energy. Suddnely, the enemy dispersed his attack, and before Spyro could stop himself, he flew onto his opponents scepters sharp point. He hacked up some blood, and screamed out. “whats the matter, Purple dragon? Aren't you going to kill me?”

Spyro didn't answer, but instead raked his claws against his foes face. His opponent roared in agony, and stumbled back, allowing Spyro to push himself off of the scepter. His opponent lowered his hand form his face, snarling. Spyro had taken one of his eyes out. “damn you!” He said. Spyro was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He suddenly collapsed to the ground.

“enough! Its time I ended this.” the enemy said. He pulled his scepter in half, to reveal a sharp spear point. He marched to spyro, with an obvious intent to kill. “let the world be safe from your kind!” His enemy yelled, and stabbed down at Spyro. Suddenly, there was a swirl of darkness, and cynder came out of no where, smashing her horned head into the enemy.

The opponent grunted, and stumbled back. In that time, cynder wrapped her front leg, and wing around spyro, and thy both disappeared into the earth in a poof of darkness. The enemy snarled. “Ill find you, Dragon...” He let his staff disperse, and he turned, and walked away.

* * * * *

Spyro and cynder shot through the ground, surrounded by a cloud of pure dark energy. Cynder looked to him. He was unconscious. “Hang in there...” She whispered to him. She then emerged into the tunnel, ahead of the cheetahs. It was only then did she realize just how badly wounded Spyro was. In the few seconds they had been here, a small pool of blood was forming.

“Someone! Anyone with medical skills! Please! Help him!” She screamed to the cheetahs. She then turned herself back to Spyro. His breathing was getting more rugged. “Let me see.” Cynder heard a cheetahs voice say. Cynder backed away reluctantly, not wanting to leave Spyros side. The cheetah checked spyros wounds.

“I can help him. There is the chance, however, that i wont be able to save him.” The cheetah said.

“Please, do everything you can... I cant imagine going without him.” Cynder said, some tears welling up in her eyes form the mere thought.

“The first thing we need, are some herbs, Yellow hollow leaf has properties that if gently put inside of a wound, should begin to stop the bleeding.” The cheetah replied. “My names Swallow, by the way.”

“I'm sure you are aware that I'm Cynder.” Cynder replied. She then walked up to spyro, while swallow told a few cheetahs to fetch him some yellow hollow leaf. “Stay alive, Spyro... please.” she said, a tear dropping form her eye.

Chapter 5

It was the following morning. Cynders eyes slowly opened. She saw the light shining in from outside. Cynder looked down at spyro, whom she had slept next to the previous night. He was sleeping, and was breathing better then the previous night. Swallow had worked tirelessly to help Spyro, and it had worked out rather well.

Then, Spyro groaned, and his eyes slowly opened. Cyder sighed with relief. “Good morning.” She said quietly. Spyro looked to her.

“Cynder?” He asked.

“How are you feeling?” Cynder asked,

“Not great... but im alive...” Spyro replied. “How though? I thought i was a goner.”

“I got to you in time. You were almost gone when I got you back here.” Cynder replied, resting a paw on Spyros back.

Spyro nodded. He looked outside. “I'm sorry... Cynder...” he said.

“For what?” Cynder asked.

“I was to weak... I Couldn't stop him.” Spyro said, lowering his head.

“Spyro...” Cynder couldn't say anything else. She couldn't think of anything to say. After a brief pause, she spoke once more. “Who was that, anyway?” she asked.

“I don't know... He said something about keeping the world safe form 'my kind'.” Spyro replied.

“Safe form dragons?” Cynder asked. “But... that makes no sense.”

“I think he meant purple dragons...” Spyro clarified. Cynder and spyro sat in silence. “where are we, anyways?” Spyro asked.

“Were inside of the Cheetahs escape tunnel. They use it to migrate outside the valley in case of poor living conditions.” Cynder explained.

“I see...” Spyro said. He lay his head down between his paws. Cynder simply stared at him for a good long while. 'How are you feeling, Spyro?” Swallow said a few minutes later.

“Who are you?” Spyro asked, looking to the approaching cheetah.

“My name s swallow. I'm the one who healed you, with the help of my fellow cheetahs, and especially Cynder.” Swallow replied.

“Oh... I'm feeling Ok. Rather sore...” Spyro groaned out the last 2 words, and coughed a little bit.

“You need to take it easy. It will be some time before you're fully recovered I estimate a week.” Swallow said.

'Alright.” Spyro nodded, and lay his head back down.

Cynder cuddled up next to Spyro, helping to keep him warm in the dark, cold tunnel.

* * * * *

'So, you failed to finish him?” the gray dragon said to the warlock who stood at the altar, gazing into a crystal ball.

“Be silent, Falthis!” The warlock demanded, rage filling every inch of his being.

“I went through the effort of scouting for you. You should have finished the job.” Falthis said. The warlock turned, and aimed his scepter at the gray dragon. “I order you to be silent!” He shouted.

“I Could have finished that dragon in an instant. Why couldn't you, if your so much more powerful?” Falthis asked, enjoying the warlocks irritation.

“He got lucky. His slave was there to save him.” The warlock snarled.

“Shall I go after him?” Falthis asked.

“If you want. Just let me think.” the warlock snarled. Falthis grinned.

“very well.” And with that, falthis catapulted out of the ruined towers window, and flew towards the valley of avalar.

Good story

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Good story

thanks. sadly, my writers block is getting the better of me. T.T

it happens to all of us

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it happens to all of us

I imagine. positive feedback does help me write though, gives me a... reason? i guess? to keep writing.

Chapter 6

It was the following day, at least, the cheetahs calculated it was. They had begun there journey through the tunnel. Cynder had argued with prowlus that they needed to wait for spyro to heal, but prowlus won the debate with his argument, that they would ALL get killed if they didn't get a move on, Should the enemies come back.

Spyro's head hang, and he moved slowly. Prowlus was at least willing to let the pack travel slow enough to let spyro keep up. “How are you holding up, Spyro?” Cynder asked, coming up next to him.

“Not great... but ill be fine.” Spyro replied.

“Good to know.” Cynder said. She then looked to the caves around them. She noticed a few small spirit gems growing form the roof of the cave. She smiled. “Ill be right back.” she said. She took to the air, and plucked a few spirit gems form their places in the roof. Spyro grinned. “maybe I should have kept my head up.” he muttered. Cynder swooped down, and handed him some of the gems she found.

“I cant give you all of them, as you cant carry all of them. Just take these two, and ill give the others to swallow.” Cynder said.

“thank you, Cynder.” Spyro said. Cynder smiled at him, and flew off to find swallow. Spyro looked to the 2 small clumps of solid spirit energy in his paws. There brilliant multi-colored light just as beautiful as ever.

* * * * *

Falthis looked over the burnt valley of avalar. The sun was beginning to set in the distance. “where are you...?” He muttered to himself. He flew down into the burnt cheetah village. He sniffed at the ground. “I can smell you, Spyro.” He muttered, picking up Spyros scent. He followed the scent to a tunnel, which he was too large to fit into.

“I know you're in there...” He said.

* * * * *

Spyro suddenly raised his head. “Cynder!” He called. Cynder came up to him after a moment. “What is it, spyro?” She asked.

“I smell something... do you?” He asked. Cynder sniffed for a moment, and cringed.

“It smells like ashes.” She said. Then, a weak wind picked up inside the tunnel. Spyro turned to face it. “what the...?” He said. Something was comming.

“uh-oh...” Cynder said. Suddenly, they spotted it. The light from the spirit gems showed the torrent of pure ashes flying straight for them. “RUN!” Cynder screamed. She grabbed spyros wrist, and took to the air. The cheetahs spotted the incoming ashes and ran in terror. But it wasn't enough. In seconds, spyro, cynder, and everyone else was engulfed in the cloud of ashes.

It was mere seconds later, that the ashes subsided. Spyro picked himself up, coughing and gasping for air. Cynder popped up next to him. “Spyro! Are you alright!?” She asked in a raised voice. Spyro continue to cough, and those coughs turned into gags. He suddenly heaved, and threw up a large amount of blood, stomach fluids, and some pieces of ash. “Spyro!” Cynder shouted. Spyro dry heaved a few times, and then collapsed.

Cynder cleared some of the settled ashes away from Spyros face. Most of the cheetahs were back on their feet by this point. Swallow rushed up to spyro. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Not really... but ill live.” Spyro said getting to his feet. Cynder got next to him, and wrapped a wing around him, to keep him comfortable. “Any idea what caused that?” Spyro asked.

“No. I have no clue.” Swallow replied.

“Come on, spyro. We should get moving.” Cynder said. Spyro nodded, and they began to walk forwards.

awsome

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awsome

Thank you.

oh your here when do you think the next chapter will be

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oh your here when do you think the next chapter will be

well, i like to upload once a day. ive actually got chapters up to 8 written already. so... dot he math. lol.

so tommorow then

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so tommorow then

well, if you insist on reading more, i could upload at any time.

please im bored i have nothing to do iv not got any imagination

Very well, if your so bored, ill put up chapter 7.

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Chapter 7

Spyro growled quietly. Just how long is this tunnel? He thought. It had to have been evening by now, and hr hadn't even seen a glimmer of sunlight. The only light, was the occasional spirit gem, some torches, and a few other glowing objects. The tunnel itself, showed no signs of expanding into a mouth.

“Ridiculous...” he muttered. Cynder looked to him. “yes, Spyro?” she asked,

“Its this tunnel. Just how long is it?” Spyro complained.

“Well, it runs under an entire mountain so...” Cynder said. Spyro grumbled. He was tired of being in the dark. He wanted the light of the sun on his scales again. “hold on, did you feel that?” cynder asked. Spyro looked to her.

“feel what?” Spyro responded.

“I felt a tremor...” cynder muttered, looking up. Spyro followed her gaze. There were cracks in the roof. Spyro felt it then as well. “Oh....” Spyro began.

“crap...” Cynder finished. The tunnel began to shake. “RUN!” spyro screamed. The cheetahs looked up, and let out yelps and screams as the roof suddenly fell in on them. “NO!” Cynder shouted. The roof finshsed falling, and all view of the cheetahs was gone. Spyro rushed to the debris, and sent a blast of earth energy into the rubble.

In exploded out, but was immediately replaced. “Dammit! Hey! Is anyone still in there!?” Spyro yelled. He got no response, other then the sound of falling stones. “dammit... DAMMIT!” he shouted, blasting away more earth.

“That's enough spyro. Unless we were both at our peaks, we couldn't get them out. I dont want you to waste your energy.” cynder said, a sad tone to her voice. Spyro sighed, trembling. “I cant leave them here... swallow did so much to help me, it only makes sense that i return the favor.” Spyro snarled, and blasted away more earth.

“Spyro, stop! Even if you did reach them, they'd all be dead by the time you got there.” Cynder said. Spyro finally stopped, and sat down, his head bowed. Cynder came up next to him, and rested a paw on his shoulder. She then looked up. There was a tunnel going up through the roof now. “Come on.” she whispered, and the two began to climb for it.

* * * * *

The two had been climbing for several minutes. The end of the shaft was in sight. The two had been completely silent the whole time they had been climbing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the surface. Spyro gasped at the sight. A massive expanse of charred ground, with a large fissure off in the distance, which glowed with lava.

Massive jagged rocks stuck out of the ground, aiming towards the clouded sky, as if wanting to be free of this wasteland. “I guess this is one area that wasn't fully fixed...” Spyro murmured.

“Come on. We need to keep moving.”Cynder said, and began walking. Spyro remained still. Cynder turned to him. “Spyro?” She asked.

“where can we go, cynder? Warfang is in ruins, and the temple is too far away.” Spyro asked. Cynder was silent. He was right. She had flown over warfang about 2 weeks ago, to see if she could get help for spyro when he was on deaths door, but no one was there, the city had rested on a spot where the planet cracked when the destroyer entered the volcano.

“I dont know.” she said, at last. The two stood in silence for a long moment. Thats when the ground began shaking. “Oh, come on! What now!?” Cynder asked. Spyro looked up, and saw a large cloud of ash rolling their way. “get down!” her shouted, and ducked behind a nearby rock. Cynder watched the oncoming ashes in surprise, but immediately tensed, and breathed a gust of wind, which blew the ashes and caused them to swirl around the dragoness.

Moments later, the ashes subsided. Cynder took a few deep breaths. “you okay, spyro?”She asked,.

'yeah...” Spyro coughed as he got up. As he looked up, however, he heard a loud roar. “that... that was a draogn roar!” cynder said. Spyro looked up, and saw a gray, winged form ascend form behind a distant hill, in the direction that the ashes had come form. Spyro tensed. As the dragon began to close in.

thank you i think i might possibly consider thinking about maybe not dying from boredom until tomorrow

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thank you i think i might possibly consider thinking about maybe not dying from boredom until tomorrow

ok, im actually working on chapter 9 now, so... yeah. ill upload chapter 8 tomorrow. your welcome, by the way.

lol smiley faces

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lol smiley faces

Yes, smiley faces.. many smiley faces!

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mwahahahaha MWHAHAHAHAHA

*screams*

THATS RIGHT BE AFRAID

*grabs a shotgun and destroys the evil smiley face*

IT ETERNELLY STARES AT IT CANNOT BE DESTROYED

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IT ETERNELLY STARES AT IT CANNOT BE DESTROYED

oh, ok then. *holds out hand to the evil smiley face* my name is skijarama. you?

Chapter 8

the ground shook as the behemoth of a dragon landed. Spines ran in a set of three down his back, and his horns swirled behind his head. A smaller, single horn rose form his snout, and his eyes had an odd white glow to them. “you...” Spyro muttered. “I know you! You're Falthis!” Spyro said.

“I see you've been educated well by Ignitus.” Falthis replied.

“you fled our realms, disagreeing with our way of doing things.” Spyro explained, in part so Cynder would know who this dragon was, in case she didn't know. “that i did. However, I'd rather not spend time discussing such matters.” Falthis suddenly lowered his head and charged. Spyro, surprised by the sudden attack, took the most of it.

He flew backwards, and crashed into one of the towering rocks. Falthis reared back, and glowing ashes formed in his mouth. Spyro ducked behind his wings, but nothing happened. He slowly peaked out. Cynder stood in front of him, her wings spread open, and poison dripping form her mouth. Falthis was In the air, forcing some of the liquid from his eyes. “thanks, cynder.” spyro said, trying to get up.

“No spyro, you stay here.” cynder said.

“what?” Spyro asked, surprise in his voice.

“Listen to me, Spyro. You're still recovering, just stay here. You've already done more then enough. Let me fight this one.” cynder replied. She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly leapt for her target. “CYNDER!” Spyro yelped as she flew for falthis. Cynder rose into the air, and sent a blast of pure dark energy for Falthis.

Falthis deflected it with his wing, and charged cyder. Cynder rose above him, and stabbed her sharp tail through his snout. He roared out, and Cynder then latched onto his face with her mouth, and let the poison begin to seep in. Spyro watched in surprise at the ferociousness. Cynder was suddenly knocked off of his snout, and the dragons wiped his claws for Cynder.

Cynder proved faster, with her smaller body, and lifted above the attack, and blasted a powerful gust of wind into Falthis' wing, causing him to lose his balance. Cynder then came up to him, and thrust her tipped tail into his lower jaw. He snarled, and suddenly opened his mouth wide. Cynder immediately ducked back, and watched as the cloud of ashes flew past her.

She growled, and twisted her tail, before ripping it free. Falthis roared, as blood gushed from the wound. Spyro watched, mesmerized as the two began an aerial dance of death. Maybe she can win this on her own... Spyro thought. Cynder recoiled form a hard swipe of the claws that Falthis had dealt to her, leaving a few marks on her chest.

Cynder then opened her mouth, and sent out a wave of fear energy. Falthis managed to swoop to the side, and avoid the attack. He swooped to the side, and sent another cloud of ashes her way. Cynder flew down, and then up, arching into a headbutt into Falhtis' belly. Falthis was winded, and grabbed at Cynder. She ducked down, proving incredibly fast, and she breathed a wave of dark energy at her foe.

The blast created several cuts on Falthis body. He glared at her, and suddenly smirked. “Not bad.” he said. Cynder raised an eyebrow. Falthis charged cynder, and clawed at her. She barely managed to avoid it. He's faster! She thought. In the time it took her to think that, Flahtis turned in the air, and smashed his tail into her stomach, flinging her for the ground. She smashed into the burning earth, letting out a cry of pain. Then, falthis landed, pinning her down. “Say goodnight, Cynder.” Falthis opened his mouth, preparing a gust of ashes.

Cynder saw her chance, and suddenly breathed a blast of poison into Falthis' mouth. Falthis roared as the poison traveled down his throat, and his roaring became garbled. he fell back, and the earth broke under him. He fell into the earth. Cynder slowly got to her feet as the roars became more distant. She came to the edge of the new hole, and stared down. Falthis was out of sight.

She let out a sigh of relief. And began making her way back towards Spyro.

awsome im sorry about last night i had to go to bed

dont worry too much about it.

Chapter 9

Spyro stood as cynder approached. “That was amazing, Cynder!” he yelled to the still distant dragoness.

“Thanks.” Cynder replied. Spyro watched as cynder approached. His smile was beginning to fade. Something was wrong. He looked to the ground. There were newly formed cracks, that werent there when the battle had ended. His look of curiosity, suddenly changed to one of terror. “what is it, spyro?” cynder asked.

“CYNDER! LOOK OUT!” Spyro screamed. Cynder whirled, and gasped, Falthis had just exploded out of the ground. Suddenly, he reached down, and his claws latched onto her wings. Spyro watched in helpless horror, as Cynders wings were shredded by a fellow dragons sharp claws. Cynders eyes were blank, and not a noise left her. Falthis smirked, and suddenly reached down with his mouth.

“NO!” Spyro yelled, as cynder was taken into falthis' mouth. Falthis landed on all fours, and shook his head back and forth violently. Blood began to fly form falthis' mouth, and he then tossed cynder to spyros feet. Cynder slammed into the ground, and limply rolled to Spyros feet. Spyro checked her pulse. She was still alive... but barely.

“Hmm... I Must say, she put up a bigger fight then I at first thought. Falthis said. Spyro glared at him.

“You bastard!” he snarled.

“She got in the way of my task.” Falthis said. “Its not my fault she chose your life over her own.”

“Damn you...” spyro growled. Falthis took a step forward.

“Now for you...” he smirked. Spyro lowered his head. He then got an idea. He suddenly reared back, and sent a blast of pure earth energy into the ground. falthis raised an eyebrow. Then, the ground began to shake. Falthis looked down. “you idiot! You've aggravated the Lava flows!” He shouted, just in time for a spout of hot steam and ash to blast out of the ground behind him, and badly singe his tail.

He roared, and took to the skies. As he did, Spyro hoisted cydner up on his back, and began racing on his feet through the erupting field. He could hear falthis roaring up above. He looked around, triyng to find any means for escape. He saw a pass, which lead up into the mountains. He took flight, dangerous as it was, and made his way in that direction.

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falthis came down and landed. He snarled. The eruption had lasted for several minutes, and no doubt any trace of spyro and cynders scent was lost. He roared in anger, and flew away form the destroyed field,. They had escaped.

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spyro and cynder walked dangerously slowly through the snow. A blizzard was in the middle of its cycle. Cynder needed shelter. Her wounds, while the bleeding was slowed by the cold, were still potentially life threatening if they were not treated. Spyro had his wing wrapped around her, in a desperate attempt to keep both of them warm. He then looked to the side, and spotted a cave, with a few dead ice trees around it. “there.” He said, and began to gently guide cynder in that direction. It was only a few minutes before they were inside. Spyro lay cynder down in the middle of the caves primary room, and quickly rushed outside. moments later, he returned with some wood form the trees.

Within a minute, spyro had roughly put them into a pile, and used some fire breath to light them ablaze. He then came up to cynder, and examined her wounds. Several small holes along the back, which more resembled a tear, form the thrashing, the wings were nothing but rags. “cynder... we have to stop the bleeding. Im going to have to use the fabric of your wings.”

Cynder weakly looked up to spyro. “My... wings?” She asked.

“Yes, i'm sorry.” Spyro said quietly, gently rubbing cynders cheek with his paw. Cynder weakly nodded, and lay her head down on the ice. Spyro rested his paw on the arm of the wing, and gently, but swiftly, tore a peac eoff of the wing, just large enough to cover up some of the rips in her back. Cynder yelepd when the wing was torn, and groaned afterwords.

Spyro lay the fabric over her back. Spyro couldnt turn her over to get at the ones on her stomach, so he trusted the ice would at least slow that down for the time being.

“I will not let you die cynder...” Spyro whispered to her. “I promise.”

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Yes, story.

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(in caboose voice) Hello.

whats a caboose voice

Educate yourself.

will tomorrow i hae to go to bed now

Ok then.

Chapter 10

Falthis sat on a high rock, looking over the mountains. “damn, where could he be?” he asked. He tensed, and took flight. He looked over the small peaks that surrounded the single massive peak. He would find them, he knew it.

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Spyro slowly lifted his head, as well as his eyelids. He looked outside of the cave. It was night, and the blizzard had subsided. Yet he was still freezing. He looked to cynder, and sighed. She was sleeping quietly. He then looked to the flames. They were almost out. He stood. “gotta get more wood...” he whispered. He went outside, and looked to the trees.

There were plenty of branches left. It took him only a few minutes to get the branches he needed to renew the fire. As he re-entered the cave, however, he felt odd. There was an unnatural chill, very different form the cold outside in the air. He went in further, and set the branches down on the pile, and sent some sparks into them.

The fire was quickly restored. Spyro looked to cynder, and tilted his head. He approached her silently. Something was wrong... spyro rested a paw on her shoulder, And suddenly pulled it back. She was cold... too cold. “Cynder?” spyro asked. She wasn't breathing. Spyros heart sunk. 'Oh no...” He rested a paw on her neck, checking her pulse.

Nothing. “No... no no no No NO!” Spyros voice raised into a panic. Tears were welling in his eyes. He rolled cynder over, and applied his mouth to hers, breathing as hard as he could, trying to get her breathing too. It didnt work. She continued to remain cold. “Cynder! come on! You cant die! I promised!” Spyro shouted. He rested his paws on her chest, and gave a hard sharp push down.

Nothing. He tried again, and again. Each time, nothing. He was crying hysterically now. “Cynder! Please!” he screamed. But it was useless. No matter what he tried, Cynder was gone. Spyro finally, having exuahsted himself, lay down next to cynders body, and could do nothing more, but cry in anguish.

It was on that night, that the denizens of the mountains heard the crying of a pained, purple dragon. The creatures of the cold, occasionally stopped to listen to the wails. They knew what it was. They could feel it in their bones, and their very essence.

Cynder, the black dragoness, Former terror of the skies, was dead....

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Spyro bowed his head, as the last rock was put into place. A pile of rocks was outside of the cave. And underneath said rocks, rested cynder. Spyro sat down, his head still bowed. “Im so sorry, cynder...” Spyro whispered. “I guess... I just wasn't enough.” He sniffled, and let a tear drop from his eye. He looked to the burial site. “I remember.... when we were facing malefor... you said... that you loved me.”

Spyro let out a small, short whimper. “An yet... I never returned that.” Spyro stood, on shaking legs, and rested his paw on the stones. “I'm sorry... I wish I could have told you I feel the same way while you were alive.” Spyro winced. “And its too late now...” He closed his eyes. “good bye... cynder...” he took his paw away from the stone, and made his way away from the rocks. He was crying. He legs were barely lifting, as he was more dragging them, then he was walking. Spyro slowly lifted his head. “Falthis....” He muttered. “this is all your fault. You killed her...” Spyro curled his lips into a snarl, and let out a monstrous roar, which echoed all through the mountains.

“I swear to you, Falthis... By the ancestors, I swear...” Spyro looked up. “I Will KILL you for what you have done!” Spyro began forwards. To where, he did not know. When he would stop, however, was clear in his mind.

When falthis, the gray dragon, lay dead, and maimed at his feet.

Chapter 11

hours later, In the cold of the night. Spyro lay under an overhang. His eyes closed tight. He was whimpering to himself. A dragon-like figure, shrouded in darkness, viewed him from a nearby corner. “there you are...” It whispered. It approached spyro, Not making an effort to be silent. It stopped a few paces away fr0m him, making an audible thump with its last step.

Spyro openned his eyes. He saw familiar dark scales, and a pinkish red chest and belly. He lifted his head, and gasped. “C...Cynder?”

“hello... Spyro.” Cynder said, glaring at him.

“but how? I... I thought you were dead.” Spyro said, trembling. Ow could this be? He had done everything, and she had still died. How could she be here now?

“you've got the right of it.” Cynder said.

“What?” spyro asked, taken aback. What did she mean? Did she mean she was still dead?

“you heard, Spyro.” cynder said, shifting slightly, he eyes seemed to be filled with anger. “I died. And its all because of you.” She snarled. Spyro was hurt by that statement.

“Cynder... I... I just...” spyor tried to stand, but as he did, a sharp pain went across his check, as if a sharp knife had just sliced him. He turned his head back to Cynder. Some blood was dripping from the tip of her tail. 'cynder?” spyro asked, his voice unstable.

“you were just not enough, Spyro.” cynder said, flicking the blood form her tail, into spyros face. Spyro recoiled. “you let me die. I expected more from he who put an entire WORLD back together!” Cynder snapped.

“I... I'm sorry, Cynder. I did everything I could...” Spyro said, his voice growing quiet, and submissive.

“which, as is clear, was not enough.” Cynder snarled.

“Cynder, please...” Spyro whimpered, lifting his wing slightly, almost as if hiding behind it.

“Please, what? Let you have the luxury that you so kindly took away from me?” cynder asked, brushing the blade of her tails tip along spyros now wounded cheek, opening the slice a bit more.

“Cynder...” spyro could find nothing to say.

“Well? What are you asking me for?” cynder snarled.

“I... I'm asking you to forgive me...” Spyro said, bowing his head, and closing his eyes. He heard cynder chuckling.

“how utterly pathetic!” cynder snapped. Spyro opened his eyes, and looked at her. She was walking away from him.

“Cynder! Wait!” Spyro cried. He got up, and ran towards her. Then came the pain. Immeasurable pain in his chest. He coughed, and blood came out. He looked down cynders tail was stabbed through his chest.

“Dont even think of getting back up.” cynder snarled. She ripped her tail free of his chest, and slammed a rear foot into his face, shattering his snout. He backed off. She turned to face him. “well? DOWN!” She snapped, and charged him, tackling him to the ground. She snarled in his face. “Cynder, please!”

“enough, spyro!” cynder snapped, and hoeppd off of him. She lifted her head, and sent a blast of corrosive poison for the supports that held the overhang up. Spyro picked himself up. But when he looked, he saw the overhang was beginning to collapse. “Cynder! NO!” spyro rushed forwards, only for the overhang to collapse completely.

He was trapped. There was a small spot where he could look out. He did so. Cynder was walking away. “CYNDER! PLEASE! STOP THIS! HELP ME!”

“just listen to yourself. Begging for mercy? For MY help? If you want to live so badly, then you can do it on your own.” cynder said, and took flight.

“CYNDER!!!!!” Spyro screamed, and the hole was covered by falling snow.

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Spyro's eyes snapped open, and he shot up. “Cynder!” he yelped. He looked around, gasping for breath. The overhang was still there, and supported. He slowly calmed down, and his fear was replaced with guilt. He slowly lay his head back down, and he began to cry.

thats really sad

That be the point.

is it possible for you to post another chapter today but if you cant dont feel rushed or anything

sure, i can post another chapter.

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Chapter 12

It was the following evening. Spyro had found a tunnel which led him into the foothills at the bottom of the mountain. The hills, cliff, drops, and other things made this area seem almost like a maze. In order to keep a low profile, Spyro was keeping to the ground. He had been in these foothills for nearly 2 hours.

Finally, a she rounded a corner, he spotted a way out. “Finally...” he muttered, and made his way for it. As he exited the natural maze, he spotted something. A dark silhouette in the nearby fog. As he squinted, he realized it had the shape of an adult dragon. “I was wondering when i'd find you.” falthis said as he emerged.

Spyro glared at him. “You....” Spyro growled.

“Angry, little dragon?” Falthis asked, his voice mocking. Spyro spread his wings.

“you bastard! You'll pay for what you did to Cynder!” He shouted. Suddenly, something happened. Spyros vision distorted, and he felt heavy. VERY heavy.

“What i did? Shes the one who decided to get in my way.” Falthis smirked as he spoke.

Spyro snarled. What is he doing? Spyro wondered. Something was clearly wrong with spyro. He could barely move. Thats when it happened. Spyro reared onto his hind leg,s and let out a loud, distorted, demonic roar. The grass around his feet began to die for several dozen feet around him. Falthis' smirk was replaced with a look of horror.

Spyros scales had gone dark, almost black. His eyes were now pure white, no pupils or iris'. Dark mist was radiating off of his form. And a pillar of shadows was pluming into the sky. An intense wind picked up, and falthis had to brace himself to keep form flying back. “No! Dammit, I'm too late!” Falthis yelled.

Spyro finished roaring, and the raising darkness faded. Purple electricity crackled around him. He slowly raised his head. “Kill...” He said, his voice different. It was dark, menacing, and reverbed eerily. Spyro suddenly charged, moving blindingly fast. Falthis ducked, barely avoiding the flying charge. He turned, and sent a blast of ashes spyros way.

Spyro landed, and a shield formed around him, Causing the ashes to have no effect. Falthis ceased his attack, and charged forwards. Spyro turned, and leapt forwards. He landed on Falthis' head, and bit into the brow above his eye. Falthis roared, and clawed at spyro, who was gone when the claws reached there.

“what?” Falthis asked himself, stumbling back. He saw spyro forming in front of him, seeming to materialize from shadows. He sent forth a blaze of fire, only the fires were dark purple. Falthis lifted his wing, and caught the most of the attack. The flames subsided. “dammit...” Falthis muttered, looking to the fiend in front of him.

Spyro suddenly let out a psychotic scream, and sent a blast of electricity into Falthis. It pierced his wing, and struck his chest, causing him to fly backwards. He crashed into the ground, and picked himself up. He was knocked back down by a powerful charge from an airborne spyro. Falthis snarle,d and suddenly lifted into the air. Spyro fell off of him, and snarled as he stood. Falthis seemed to curl into a ball, when suddenly, and extended all of his limbs as fa rout as they would go, and millions of tiny fireballs, about the size of a young dragons claw, shot out form him.

When the fireballs subsides, the entire area was ablaze. Falthis came to a landing, and looked through the flames. He saw a dark shape. It was spyro. Falthis recoiled in shock. His fury attack had no effect. Spyro suddenly shrieked, and formed dark purple energy in is mouth. Falthis braced himself. Spyro suddenly fired his attack, and it flew headlong into falthis.

The purple beam of energy tore the ground, shredding it into dust. falthis let out a yell. Then, something shattered. A solitary gem, unnoticed to both fighters, resting in his chest. The blast faded, and falthis collapsed.