darkSpyro

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When Cynder was sure that the black dragon had flown away, she dragged the egg out from behind the rock. It was black and covered with swirly patterns. She heard a little crack, then another.
Spyro came over and peered at it intently. He gently tapped it with a claw, then increased the pressure.
Then sploot! The baby dragon fell out.
"Tis a she-dragon," Cynder said. Spyro smiled. It looked as if it would turn out better than the firstborn had.

A few weeks later the hatchling had gained its features. Spyro named her Darksabre, for, as he put it, "she shall be a sword fighting against the shadow." She was very elegant and dignified-looking, even as a hatchling. But there was one thing that made Spyro uneasy: Her eyes were the same color that his had been. He had high hopes, however, and was determined to raise this dragon better than he had raised the...the other.

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Darksabre looked eagerly at Spyro as she shook him.
"Get up, Dad, get UP! You promised you'd take me exploring today! Flying near the Floating Islands!"
Spyro raised one eyebrow. "What? The Floating Islands? They're too dangerous for you! Lord Nightcloud would get us in a second!"
Darksabre sighed. "Dad.....You've saved the world before! You'd certainly be able to save ME."
Spyro nodded reluctantly. "Fine..."

They reached the Floating Islands in an hour. Darksabre never took her eyes off of the palace far above them. "Is that where he lives?"
Spyro mumbled something.
They flew up to the area where the torches were. "No, I am NOT lighting them," Spyro growled.
Darksabre almost said "why not?" but decided it would be better not to.
"We can sleep here, and then go back home in the morning, okay, Sabre?"
Darksabre nodded and suddenly her mind hatched a plan.
She waited until Spyro was asleep, pretending to doze off, then gently flapped her wings until she reached the torches. She found a stick. Then she flew back to the sleeping form of Spyro.
Whenever he breathed out he let out a small sheet of flame. Using this to light the stick Darksabre went around and lit all eight torches. The gates slid open, and she wandered into the domain of Nightcloud, the evil black dragon.

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She looked up at the rising moon and the palace bathed in its light. Determined to reach it, she set off across the small island, then was stopped.
Four Shadows, each with armor and hand axes. She stepped back a bit, then crouched in a stalking stance. The thrill of fighting raced through her veins.
Then she pounced. Unleashing a terrible energy.
Flaming rocks fell down from the sky onto the four shadows as wave after wave of intense heat issued from Darksabre. Fire enveloped her body, as if she were an orb of flame, as she leaped upon each Shadow.
Six seconds later they all lay dead at her feet.
She walked on, still panting from the Fire Fury. She reached the wind current that would lead her to the palace of the Shadowkeeper.
Gulping, she jumped into it, and let the wind carry her upward.

Nightcloud looked down at the incoming dragon and scoffed. They send a dragon as small as this to conquer me?, he thought, chuckling. It's an insult.
He retreated back into his lair and cast a spell of invisibility over himself. Then waited by the door.

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The current carried her in its cool, breezy arms for several minutes. she landed on the ground next to the huge doors with a light thump.
Darksabre strained to push open the heavy doors. They opened with an ominous screeching noise. To her surprise, there was no one in the hall! She would have expected the evil dragon Nightcloud to leap out at her, roaring and slashing with his razor claws. But he didn't.
She walked up to the throne, her claws clicking on the smooth floor. The throne was made of solid silver, and was inset with sapphires and black diamonds. The seat was cushy and soft, as Darksabre discovered when she hopped up onto it. At that moment a voice spoke.
"Ah, young dragon, you have discovered the comforts of the Silver Throne."
Darksabre didn't glance around and sweat. She didn't show her fear. Rather, she stuck her chest out and held her head high and said, "Yeah, I did. And it's cushy."
"Ahahahahaha.....This amuses me. You aren't even scared of sitting in MY chair? After all, I AM-" suddenly he revealed himself - "Lord Nightcloud."
Darksabre was terrified now. Why did she even do this in the first place? Nightcloud slowly began to walk toward her.
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Spyro awoke and instantly noticed that Darksabre was not with him. He flew as fast as he could up to the river of wind and leaped into it, accelerating ever faster in the rushing air. He reached the palace in less than two minutes and landed. Wasting no time, he transformed into a devastating Earth Boulder and thundered through the closed doors. Then he sprinted over to Darksabre, grabbed her, and flew away, screaming, "Stay away from my other children, you disgraceful frogspawn!!!!!"
Nightcloud smiled, showing his knife-teeth. There is a clue for Darksabre there, he thought, if she was listening well enough. A clue as to who her unknown sibling is.

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When they reached the nest Spyro told Cynder what happened. She gasped and staggered back. Spyro helped her sit down.
"She...She met HIM?!?!???!?! No, no, no...We can't have another....No....." Then she fainted and Spyro wheeled around.
"Do you see what you've done? Nightcloud is not merciful! He is just like Malefor! And rightly so, for he is his grandson. Please, Darksabre, stay away from him, for he will darken your heart and make you corrupt."

That night Darksabre was lying in the nest. Her parents were asleep. She was just lying there with her head up, staring at the bright moon. She wanted to meet Nightcloud. Something about him made her want to talk to him. But she didn't know what.

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A month passed, and Darksabre proved her power, speed, cleverness, and strength. Cynder had said that she was more powerful than she ans Spyro had been when they had defeated Malefor. This made Darksabre feel good.
One time her parents were out hunting, and she was sleeping in the nest. Suddenly someone nudged her.
"Mom?" she said immediately, thinking Cynder had returned with good food.
"Come with me, Darksabre."
It was Nightcloud.
"Come to my home."
Darksabre didn't say anything.
"Come to learn more techniques and elements than your parents could ever imagine. Come to learn about who your brother is."
Then she said, "I have a brother?"
Nightcloud said, "Indeed you do."
She stared at him for a few seconds, her blue eyes locking onto his.
"I will come."

Nightcloud gently picked her up in his claws and set her on his back. Then he flew, spiraling upward to the Floating Islands. Darksabre enjoyed the flight immensely. She loved the rush of air flying across her scales, the giddyness of being so high....And she liked Nightcloud a lot. She thought of him as an older sibling to her, mainly because he was kind and gentle to her. She laid her head down between two spines and fell asleep.
Nightcloud smiled. But this wasn't an evil grin. It was a true showing of his happiness, to finally have his treasure in his grasp. For he knew that Darksabre was his sister. His little sister. And he would die to protect her.

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Darksabre woke up when the palace was in sight. Nightcloud reached it in a few minutes and gently set Darksabre on the ground in front of the gates. "Come inside," he said. "And then I'll tell you everything."
Darksabre skipped in happily and curled up on the throne. A terrible feeling of sadness filled Nightcloud's heart. He remembered the times before he had gone dark, the years of playing and frolicking, the months of being a good hatchling. He wished that he could be a little dragon again.
He was actually not that old. He was a dragon in its late years of adolescence, barely an adult.
"So, what did you want to tell me?" Darksabre asked.
Nightcloud took a deep breath. Then he began.

"I am Nightcloud, though that is not my real name. I was born near where you were, Darksabre, and I walked on the same soil that you did. My parents raised me right, but I had too much Dark blood in me in order for me to remain good. A wraith appeared to me in the forest once and told me how it was related to me; I grew angry and went black. I ran back to my parents' nest, ready to kill, then stopped myself.
Over the following weeks my mother and father tried to resist the powers within me. I did also, aspiring to be a light in the darkness. But I failed. And proof of that failure came to be one day when I was walking in the woods with my mother.
I met a young dragon named Blaze, and we were fast friends. We talked about many things, and soon the topic went to ancestry. The second I told him who my grandfather was, he insulted me and talked to me as if I were pond scum. For a second I felt like I was going to cry. Then darkness overtook me, and I pinned Blaze to the ground. I screamed at him, letting my anger fly out of my mouth at crazed speeds. Then I stopped.
my mother grabbed me and flew me home. My dad did not take kindly to this when she told him, and he kicked me out of the nest. In order to punish Blaze and my dad for their actions, I became a second Malefor."

"Whoa." Darksabre said.
"Wait a sec, though....Who were your parents?"
Nightcloud sighed and said, "My true name is Blackout. My parents are Spyro and Cynder."
darksabre gasped. "No. You can't be....Then that means...You're my brother.........."
Blackout smiled and picked Darksabre up. She didn't struggle.
He held her face a foot from his and said, "You are my sister. Your father is Spyro, as is mine. Your mother is Cynder, as is mine. Malefor is our grandfather. We will endure the troubles of this world together."
He set her down and she curled up by his left foreleg.

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Blackout watched his sister fall asleep. He saw her black scales rise and fall as she breathed. Then she jolted awake as the huge metal doors of Blackout's palace flew open, releasing a gust of cold night air.
In the doorway stood Spyro.

He roared in anger as he saw Blackout jump in front of Darksabre, shielding her. Blackout snarled. "Darksabre, get back!" he growled as he began to stalk forward.
Spyro roared again and launched himself at Blackout. "DIE, YOU FILTH!!"
he screamed. Darksabre screamed also and leaped into the fray. Blackout threw her backward out of the danger and dragged his claws down Spyro's skin.
"Aaaagh!" he screamed as his purple skin tore. Then Spyro turned into an Earth Boulder and rolled out of the palace.
What is he up to? thought Blackout as he chased him into the night.

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It was very dark, thus Blackout could not see to the optimum level that he wished he could. But dragons have strong eyes, thus he was able to see fairly easily. He saw Spyro's little purple tail slip behind bits of debris as he flew.
Pssh, he's trying to hide from me! Coward that me father is!!!
Blackout did a few barrel rolls as he jumped onto a big debris boulder. He held on tight with his claws as it spun around in the vortex, crouching down and waiting for Spyro to circle back.

He almost dozed off. But the smell of fresh blood made his senses snap awake as if whipped. The little flash of purple withdrew under the boulder he was on.

Blackout smiled to himself. He heard Spyro's labored breathing and the gentle rustling sounds of him licking his wounds. He crouched down again, tensed back, and -

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- leaped on him, tearing, ripping, ready to ki-
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Blackout didn't see her; she was too fast, and before he knew it, he had ripped her.
"No!" Blackout screamed.
Darksabre moaned. Spyro gasped. "NOOO!"
Blood dripped onto the ground. Blackout grabbed her and zoomed up to his palace. Banging open the doors, he gently set her down and frantically began to search for herbs.
Spyro came into the doors and ran with a limp to Darksabre, still saying, "No..no..."

No...

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Darksabre kept on shaking her head and swishing her tail from side to side as Blackout and Spyro applied the herbs together. They had forgotten their hate for each other in order to save a life, a life most precious and dear to them both.
"Pass the dragonweed," Blackout would say, and Spyro would hurry and gently give it to him. Spyro would scurry around and get the herbs as Blackout asked for them, and Blackout would place them on the multiple wounds and bandage them with some clean cloths.

Soon they were finished.
The bleeding stopped and formed a clot; Darksabre stopped moaning and gradually fell asleep. Spyro dared not sleep nor nurse his wounds. Blackout tended to his also and then they both stayed up, forming a vigil over Darksabre.
For twenty-nine hours she slept, her body beginning to heal her wound in her sleep. Blackout and Spyro were almost ready to fall over out of exhaustion; for Spyro needed rest also to heal and Blackout had been awake for almost two days straight. But they both refused to sleep in order to protect their treasure.

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And then, abruptly, she awoke.
Blackout jumped up and shook himself like a wet dog, then began asking the usual questions.
"Are you alright? Is it still hurting? Do you need any more medicine?"
She looked at her brother with those blue eyes, the same eyes that Blackout had.
"I am fine, brother," she said slowly, "A good rest and some herbs seemed to be all it needed to begin healing over. Thank you. But it is true that I will not be able to take part in any sort of running, flying or general motion."
It was Spyro who spoke this time. "Certainly we wouldn't make you run! Your wounds are healing, but any type of overexertion would open them again."
Darksabre stared at him. "Spyro, I need no more nursing. Why don't you both clean each other's cuts while I rest? I'll be fine."
And so they did, though grudgingly. Even though Darksabre's injuries had brought them a bit closer to each other, they were still enemies. But Darksabre would snap her head up and bark at them whenever she sensed a fight coming on.

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Days passed, and soon Darksabre's wounds were healed and scabbed over.
But taht made Spyro and Blackout forget about their temporary truce. It was plain that they were slowly building up their eternal hate for each other again.
And one night they got into a fight.
It was no little playfight. It was a real one, a real dragonfight, with throat-snappings and bone-crunchings. They snarled at each other like rabid wolves. Darksabre, however, was out for a fly and thus didn't stop them. The dragons would omit horrible snarls when they felt extreme pain. For example, if the other had broken a bone, a terrible, hate-filled snarl would blast from the hurt dragon's mouth, spraying saliva everywhere. Sometimes it was Blackout who snarled in this way; sometimes it was Spyro.
They gradually became weak. Some bones were broken or sprained, they were bleeding in too many places, and they were polka-dotted with bruises. Each dragon knew that this last leap would be the death strike for one of them.
The moonlight shining on his black scales, Blackout leaned back in a stalking position and tensed his muscles. Spyro did the same. He leaned back and-
Darksabre burst through the doors. She screamed. The two fighting dragons both leaped at once. Darksabre screamed fo rthem to stop during the few seconds that they were sailing through the air. They wouldn't, so she said, "I'LL PUT A STOP TO THIS!" and jumped between them.
And in less than one second, the time it took for the two to strike each other, she was dead.

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*Dies* Oh No!!!!
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They both stopped fighting immediately. Blackout began to hyperventilate, breathing in short, quick breaths as he ran his paws over her chest. He tried to hear a heartbeat, but never did. Blackout, who had never known friendship or trust in his life, the only one who truly cared for Darksabre, he wanted just one heartbeat. But the heartbeat never came.
He roared in anger and grief, a terrible snarl that made you want to break down in tears. It was a wail, and in that wail was woven Blackout's feelings. Hate, rage, and grief. Too much grief.
Spyro began to wail also. He was so insanely unhappy that he felt like he would dissolve into a mass of misty air. As he uttered a particularly loud howl, it seemed like Blackout just realized he was there. The black dragon instantly changed from sad song to low, throaty growl.
It seemed like each dragon blamed the other for it. They flung themselves at each other, this time REALLY fighting. Prior to this they didn't want to kill each other for Darksabre's sake. But now...that restriction was all gone.
Spyro was doing badly. He was not young at all, and recieving many more wounds than Blackout. But he did have the most powerful elements.
Blackout used his reflexes, strategy, claws and fangs, and elements as his weapons. He knew Shadow and Poison(but two more also) which were very good at wearing down the enemy's defenses.
At last, Spyro, gushing blood and sweat, screamed a roar, then sprinted away with his tail between his legs. Blackout went after him to see a purple body disappear into the sky, moon shining on the blood.
He had seen death. Death under the moon.

*Claps* I Hope you make another one, but I don't see how that would happen, because Cynder would need Spyro to have another Hatchling.
Although......... THAT'S WHAT YOIU GET FOR THROWING BLACKOUT OUT OF THE FAMILY WHEN HE WAS ONLY A HATCHLING!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHHHHHSAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! (LOL)

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Ugh. I HATE how I did that ending. It was wayyyyy too drama queen. If I do indeed write another, it won't be so dramatic, kay?

Kay!!

i DID write another! But it's really weird.

Come on! I wanna See! *SCREAMS*