darkSpyro

Chapter 1
Unexpected Fate
Clusters of dragons hunched down in a mossy grotto. Their faces screwed up, some had tears seeping down their cheeks with the loss of their family. Amilie was a small, coal-black, thin dragon with bony black wings that came up on long stalks. She had white wing-skin and beady bright yellow eyes. She was breathing a cloudy, deep purple breath, it was not convexity, however. Marlin was a strong, young male dragon, great friends with Amilie. He was plated with honey-yellow armor and had crooked gold horns. His scales were navy-blue and gleaming, his eyes glittery green like his wings. They fought the crashing bombs together. But the Hambers came forwards baring bloody bronze knives, their purple veins sticking out on their mud-brown foreheads.
"We can never do this Amilie!" yelled Marlin swiftly dodging another firery bomb.
"We can! Never say never!" Amilie screetched.
Hambers hurled themselves in every direction, shrieking "THAT'S HER!THAT'S HER!"
They lunged at Amilie, grabbing her with their gnarled, bony fingers. They carried her away, over the fuggy red horison.
"AMILIE!" shouted Marlin desperatly. He swung round his thin, piercing tail, and let his acid-green wings beat the air.
Even if Amilie was out of sight he could still hear her pleading scream, high above the others...
As he approached the Hambers. They had tied a shrieking Amilie to a sturdy wooden post with tough, wispy rope. She struggled desperatley, tears spurting down her black cheeks as they raised a chunky knife to her.
Marlin couldn't have stopped them. They picked up the knife...
They cut her
(Italics = Marlin's thoughts)
As blood gushed out of the cut in her chest, it spilled on the rubbly floor and began to hiss like poison. Because little did the Hamber's know that if a dragon's blood is spilt, dead or alive, it turns to vicious fumes and kills the creatures responsible.
I carried her back. I kept telling myself she'd be alright, it was just a cut, she'd survived worse. Her blood leaked on my hands. She'd never be the same again.
No, never say never.
She wasn't alright. I rocked her, her parents rocked her. Amilie's hands touched mine though her eyes stayed firmly closed.
She was dead...

What do y'all think? Maybe I got a bit too morbid...

Chapter 2
The Voice and the Shadows
We burried her far away from the smoky battle fields. We carefully placed her in a cove of soft, soily, earth. We placed clumps of cream-white and blood-red flowers over the mound of earth. I felt the tears prick in my eyes. Amilie's parents were holwing, tears rolling down their cheeks, a crumpled dot-leaf clenched in their hands. It was then I heard a voice...
"Don't cry! Please don't cry!"
My head was reeling and my temples were throbbing so I couldn't distinguish the voice. But I knew it well...
The night sky spread out like a roll of deep navy-blue velvet, studded with glimmering stars. The moon sat proudly on the dark, mossy hills, gleaming silvery-white. There were silhoettes of dragons on the horison, breathing exotic breaths and showering the midnight sky with glittery sparks.
Marlin looked round as a twig snapped in the bunchy trees. A long slender black shadow rushed past the wall. Marlin ran into the trees chasing it, he looked side-to-side, slipping on the muddy, yet dry leaves. The shadow had gone...
Marlin settled himself back on a tufty thatch of prickly grass. He sprawled out uncomftably, the morbid visions of Amilie replaying in his mind.
"Oh Marlin!"
I stirred suddenly. Wondering if it was the nightmares. I saw a thin black shadow soaring through the sky. Yet it was slightly faded and grey, it's long wings beat the air. I coiled my own bony wings round my body. Amilie and me are a bit bigger than a horse. Amilie is...
Amilie was slim and coal black with bony wings and milky-white eyes.
Oh Amilie...

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