darkSpyro

I'll be writing this in moderately short paragraphs because on one wants to read piles and piles of gibberish.

Questra stood firm on the cool beach. She smelt the warm Summer air and the salty tang of the ocean. "Things have been peaceful for many years since the two prophecied dragons have stopped Malefor but I'm feeling that it's just too peaceful." She sighed.

Cynder lay lazily in the afternoon sun then stretched for a while. She went out to the temple gardens to see Spyro but instead she found him sitting near the pool of visions with all the gardians at his side, his face looked tense.

nice, go on

Cynder ran up to him quickly. "Spyro! What's wrong?" She asked. Spyro shook his head. "It's other dragons across the realm, they've come down with a sickness, and it's spreading very fast." Ignitus stared into the pool of visions.

"Things aren't looking good, young dragons. This virus first started many years ago when I was young, it killed so many dragons, our race barely hung on. Finally after we had gotten rid of it, we were weak and had to go into hiding. No knows the cause of it except that it's coming from past the Burned Lands. Young dragons, I need you two to go there and find the cause, the disease has probably changed so our old cures won't work now but wear these old war helmets, I've covered them with some leaves from the swamp. It'll protect you from the virus but still be careful!"

"We're on it, Ignitus." Spyro replied. He and Cynder put on the heavy helmets then took off into the sky.

my story is right under yours

Yes it is!


~Meanwhile~

Questra stepped back and flew to her home, a smaller dragon temple near the sea. She saw dragons whooping and coughing. "Get out of here! Before you catch it!" A dragon roared at her. Questra shrunk back. "But what about my brother?" She growled. "JUST GET OUT!" The dragon snarled. Questra stared back at her temple sadly, quickly took off into the air and started flying over the ocean. "What am I doing!?" She thought. "I'll find a cure!" She growled at the air while flapping her wings like crazy.

Wow, I like it! But could you really explain Questra a bit more?

Questra was starting to get very tired. She had flown for hours and the sea was starting to get rough. "Argh. I don't know how long I can keep going on like this." She panted. Her small maroon coloured body was tossed and turned through the winds, like a fragile kite. She kept going on with every last ounce of energy she had. Questra gave one last hard pant and then was tossed carelessly into the ocean.


~Some Hours Later...~

Questra stirred to find herself on the shore of a sunny beach. She struggled to open her eyes. Questra blinked hard and saw th light reflecting off the waves. She had no energy to talk. Questra just let the ocean carry her along. It carried her on and on until her head bumped along something stony. The water had carried her all the way to The Dam.