darkSpyro

Heh, love the title don't you? It's a play on words. "Thoran's TALE" and "Thoran's TAIL(S)"
Reasons:
1. This story is about Thoran's TALE.
2. Thoran hs four TAILS.

Anyways, as I said before, this story is about Thoran. Charactor introduced in "Shadow" but you don't learn much about him in there...SO this is the story about who he is and how he came to live with Spyro and Cynder.


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“Spyro! He’s catching up!” Cynder yelled to her companion.
“Just keep flying! He can’t fly forever!” Spyro answered.
The two young dragon sped through the floating island, Malefor close behind them.
“Why us!?” Cynder wailed, flying faster to avoid Malefor’s snapping jaws.
“Because we were the ones that nearly defeated him and called him a weakling?”
“Oh shut up!”
Spyro flew faster, Cynder was having a hard time keeping up. Her wings hurt.

Suddenly, Spyro took a 90 degrees turn right, which Cynder wasn’t expecting, she couldn’t turn fast enough, neither could Malefor. So he ran straight into her. Cynder screeched in pain, the chain that held her and Spyro together snapped, Cynder was now falling down, down, hoping Malefor didn’t come after her. She couldn’t fly, her left wing hurt badly. Cynder thought it was broken.

Thankfully, Malefor didn’t come after her, he turned and flew after Spyro, who hadn’t noticed she was gone. But now she was falling, unable to fly, towards a large black rock, with huge spikes sticking out of it in some places.
This is the end! She thought.
But, she ended up crashing through the rock, witch was hollow inside. Pain ran thought her wing, and as she hit the floor. She was knocked unconscious.

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“My head…” Cynder groaned, slowly opening he eyes. There was a cat standing directly in front of her face, which surprised her.
“EEEEK!” She screamed, jumping up.
“Sorry, did I scare you?” The cat asked
“Not half” Cynder groaned, rubbing her left wing. “Oww….what happened…?”
“You feel through the roof of my house”
“You…house?”
Cynder looked around, the cave was lit by a dim light, she could see shelves and a couple of tables.
“Oh, sorry”
“Doesn’t matter, as long as your not the dark dragon”
“Huh?”
“Big, purple”
“Oh, Malefor”
“Yes, him, he destroyed my other home” The cat hissed.

Cynder looked at the cat, it was a very strange one. Dark grey, with green eyes. He wore a purple gem attached to a necklace that glowed in the darkness.
“If your not Malefor, who are you?” The cat asked.
“Cynder”
“Nice name, I’m Thoran”
“Thanks, Ow!”
Cynder turned to her left wing.
“I think it’s broken, how will I get back to Spyro?”
“Let me see”
Thoran walked over to her, looking at her wing.
“It’s broken”
“Great, how long will I be stuck here?”
Thoran thought.
“Not long if I can help it” He said, trotting into the back of the cave, Cynder could faintly see his outline, climbing up the shelves.
She waited, Thoran came back with a bandage and a strange blue liquid.
“What’s that?”
“Healing potion” Thoran answered, pouring it on the wound and wrapping the bandage around it.

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Thanks, I may not be able to write a hapter everyday anymore. Stupid virus attracting computer.

Stupid PC

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Cynder smiled at Thoran, he was a good natured cat, very friendly two.
"So tell me, why are you living in this cave, so far away from the ground?" Cynder asked.
"We species of cats are suited to live up here, plus there's no way to get down" Thoran said, flicking his tail to the right.
"I see...how did you get the scar?"
"Battle with 7 other cats like me, it was a ambush" Thoran answeared, examing his paw and flicking his tail to the left. Funny thing was that the tail on the right hadn't moved.

Cynder stared at them for some time. Thoran gave a amused pur and flicked ANOTHER tail to his left.
"Err, how many tails do you have?" Cynder said, still staring in wonder at the tails.
"Four"
"FOUR!?"
Thoran laughed.
"All of our species have two tails, I was born with four.
"Oh..."
"Why don't you get some rest now?"
"Good idea"

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Cynder sighed happily. It had been two days so far and her wing didn't hurt much. She was lying in the middle of the cavewhere she had first fallen through, warming her wings in the sunlight. Somwhere in the distance, Thoran was trying to make a better healing potion.


Cynder sighed again, but not in happyness. She wwas worried about Spyro. Was he still looking for her? Or did Malefor get him first? Cynder shufled unconfortably, wishing Spyro was near. There was a crash on the otherside of the cave.
"Darn!" Came Thoran's voice.
Cynder stared at the red liquid, there seemed to be smoke coming for it. And the SMELL! Cynder started ckocking on air, the smell was like a whole river of dead rotting fish with a huge mountain of rubbish acting as a island. She coughed, she couldn't bare the smell. And she was feeling VERY sleepy. She lowered her head and fell straight to sleep.
"Opps..."

Cynder awoke, it was midday now, the sun shone through the hole in the roof. The horrid smell had gone So had the red liquid. Cynder pondered about what it was, and why it hadn't affected Thoran.She shrugged, didn't really matter now. Then her sunlight was blocked by somthing. Cynder sniffed angily, she liked the sun.
Then there came a rather familier voice.
"CYNDER!"

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In other news, I got a detention, in P.E, for nothing. Stupid teacher. I was behaving, it ws that huge group of boys that where messing around.

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Cynder looked up.
"SPYRO!"
Spyro glided down beside Cynder.
"What are you doing here?" Spyro asked.
"Waiting for my wing to heal"
"Eh?"
"I broke it, where's Malefor?"
"Dunno, I lost him a while back"
"Good"
Thoran walked over, looking slightly scared. The only purple dragon he had ever seen was the one that destroyed his home.
"Who's this?"
"Thoran, he helped to heal my wing"
Spyro turned to Thoran.
"Thanks, my names Spyro"

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Spyro lay beside Cynder, the sun warming their backs. Cynder’s wing hadn’t completely healed, but she could move it without it hurting to much. Thoran was at the back of the cave looking at something. Cynder watched him, he looked terribly upset. Cynder wondered what he was looking at. Thoran glanced at her without moving, he put the thing back on a shelf, and walked off into the darkness.
Cynder shrugged, not everyone was happy.

Suddenly, no warning, the was a ear splitting roar. Cynder didn’t need to look, she knew who is was. As she heard the roof being destroyed, she whispered quietly to herself.
“Malefor…”
There was another smash, Thoran looked up.
“Him…” He growled, running into the back of the cave.
“Follow me!” He shouted.
Cynder got up and followed, Spyro did likewise.
“Where are we going?”
“Were going to escape!”

Thoran pushed both dragons down a narrow tunnel,
“It leads outside, now go!”
Spyro and Cynder ran through the tunnel, slowly it began to get lighter.
“Cynder, were going to have to fly for it, can you?”
“I think so”
They jumped out the hole, and flew. Cynder found it was hard at first, but she was soon flying away from the island.
“Wait, THORAN!”
Cynder turned back, Thoran was on the roof, his claws deep in Malefor’s snout. Malefor was trying to shake him off.
“Thoran, run!” Cynder screeched, she couldn’t bare to see her friend in danger.
Thoran looked up, giving Malefor the chance to get him off.

Malefor bit Thoran’s leg, and threw him through the gap in the roof. Malefor jumped in after him, ready to tare him to shreds. There where several crashes and something large must have smashed. Then there was a deadly silence.

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I'm going to write a story about Nim next.


(Nim is Cynder's mother, she is stuborn and spitful, also Malefor's cousine)


Darn. I may not be able to write more for a while. Got homework to do. But I'll be back to write some more.

Well.... i made a name for Cynder's dad once

What? *Still writng*

Uh... I didnt get it off heroes, but i named him Sylar

Ooo...cool, might use it in there! *Continues writing*

“Thoran…” Cynder whispered.
The two dragon flew silently beside each other, hoping Thoran was ok.
There was a voice,
“Wait, huh?”
And then the explosion, it was enormous! Pieces of cave flew everywhere. Malefor was sent back, screaming in pain. Thoran flew through the air towards Cynder, who was turning to escape the explosion. Thoran landed neatly on Cynder’s back.
“RUN!”
They flew as fast as the could, and only just managed to escape.

“Phew, that was close…” Cynder groaned.
“Why did you do that Thoran? You gave up everything to save us”
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend”
Spyro stared at Thoran in disbelief.
Thoran flashed a cheeky grin at him.
“That doesn’t matter right now”
“You right, where should we land”
“Go right, then forward until you come to a small island with a brick square”
“Kay”

The dragons and cat flew on, away from Malefor, for they knew they couldn’t face him now. It’s still a mystery why Thoran knew the same words Spyro had said on that sunny day in tail plains.

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The dragons flew on, Thoran was exited, Cynder was tired and Spyro was rather confused.
“There! We can land there!”
Thoran pointed at a tiny island with a cube made of bricks on it.
They landed.
“How do we get in?”
“Like this”
Thoran pushed away some bricks that where old and crumbly, Spyro and Cynder squeezed in.
“Well, I’m glad Malefor isn’t after us” Spyro sighed.
“Me to” Cynder agreed.
“We should get some rest…”
Cynder yawned.
“Good idea”
And the two dragon’s where asleep in no time.

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Spyro opened his sleepy eyes, there was a huge piece of meat in front of him. Big enough to fill a two dragons easily. Spyro licked his lips, Thoran was sitting in the corner eating a mouse. He looked up and saw Spyro looking at the meat.
“There’s some firewood beside it, you can light it” He said, swallowing the rest of his mouse and grabbing another from a pile beside him.
“Where did you get it?” Spyro asked, dragging the meat onto the firewood and setting it alight.
“I caught it last night, one of my friend’s prepared it”
The smell woke Cynder, and soon the two dragons where tucking into a large, juice breakfast.

“What are we going to do today?” Cynder asked.
“We should go back to the temple to regain are strength” Spyro replied.
“Sure, Malefor won’t be able to do much after what damage we did to him”
“But he will make a quick recovery, we can’t stay at the temple to long”
“Can I come?” Thoran asked them.
“Sure, it’s not like your going to have much fun finding a new home”

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Spyro and Cynder flew straight down, Thoran was riding Cynder because he trusted her more. (Purple dragon’s are dangerous ~ Thoran)
“Were nearly at the cheetah village!”
“Good, I could do with a rest”
They both swooped down towards a grassy field.
“We can rest here” Spyro declared
“I’m going hunting” Thoran said, walking off.
“Ok”

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Cynder was happy. Spyro was happy. Thoran seemed alert. Neither dragons knew why.
Both dragon’s had feasted on rabbits, Thoran had one to. Now they where lying very silent and waiting for themselves to fall asleep. Thoran stood up, sniffing the air.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know…”
Eventually, all but Thoran fell into a deep sleep.

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Spyro awoke, randomly. He lifted his head and looked around into the darkness of night. Cynder was asleep beside him and Thoran was up a tree. Spyro frowned, something wasn’t right. But, like Thoran, he didn’t know what. He sighed, and watched the glow of the gem on Thoran’s necklace. He wondered if it was a spirit gem, since it glowed like one. Spyro was caught up in his thoughts, he decided there was no danger, and was about to go back to sleep when he felt another dragon present. A powerful one. A very powerful one…Malefor.

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Spyro nudged Cynder with his wing.
“Cynder, when I tell you to, run. Take Thoran with you”
Cynder silently nodded, although she couldn’t not feel Malefor’s presents she knew Spyro was serious.
Spyro counted Malefor’s steps, even though the couldn’t hear them.
“NOW!”
At the same moment, Malefor let go of a ear splitting roar. Cynder was wide awake with panic, she ran faster than she ever had before, jumped higher than ever, grabbed Thoran by the scruff of neck and ran off like lightning.
Just before Cynder had grabbed Thoran, Spyro jumped to the left. Just managing to get out the way before he was frizzled by a bolt of blue lightning. Spyro turned to his attacker.
“I told you I’d be back!”
“No you didn’t”
“Well I’m telling you now!” Malefor roared, blasting a convexity bomb at Spyro. Spyro dodged, the bomb hit a bush instead.

“You can’t fight be properly here!” Spyro growled
“I can weaken you!” Malefor spat back, and lunged towards him.
Spyro got out of the way a millisecond before Malefor crashed into the tree that had been behind Spyro.
But it took less time than expected for him to get up.
Malefor jumped at Spyro again, this time, Spyro could see no escape. Malefor was coming to fast to dodge him. But with Spyro’s quick brain, he saw a way out. He used the rock to push off, and dived between Malefor’s legs. Malefor hit the rock.

Spyro walked backwards, keeping a close eye on the purple dragon that stood before him. He didn’t have to walk far before he hit something, well, nudged it, it was see through wire. Spyro looked up, a large net hung over him. It was one of the traps the cheetah villagers put up to catch wild animals.

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Spyro grinned,
“COME AND GET ME YOU BIG FAT PIG!”
“I’m a dragon!!!”
“You don’t deserve to be one!”
Malefor growled. He ran towards Spyro, Spyro zoomed up into the air at the last moment. Malefor hit the wire with force, and got tangled in the net.
“I bet Tango will be pleased!” Spyro sneered.
Malefor just roared, so Spyro flew after Cynder.

Soon he found he couldn’t keep up with her, or get within shouting distance, while in the air. He dropped down and ran after her, 5 minuets later he caught up with her. She had a shocked expression on her face and was still carrying Thoran. Who was trying to run at the same time and not looking very happy.
“Cynder….slow…..down….” Spyro gasped.
Cynder didn’t hear
“CYNDER! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!”
Cynder stopped, or at least tried to. But going at that speed, stopping isn’t easy, especially when your running through a really big mud puddle.

Cynder slid and hit a tree, she yowled in pain and clutched her right back leg. Spyro tried to stop with here, but slipped on the mud and slid through it until you couldn’t see he was a purple dragon at all.
Thoran, who was let go of when Spyro shouted at Cynder, had rolled in a thorn bush.
“Ow! OW! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Cynder yelled, holding her leg and screaming in pain.
“BLECH!” Spyro spat, spiting out mud.
“Stuck…help?” Came a pleading mew from the bush.

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Spyro pulled Thoran out the bush, he was covered in mud. (Spyro, not Thoran)
Thoran started pulling Thorn’s out of his coat.
“Aren’t you going to help her?” Spyro asked, glancing at Cynder, who was still rolling on the floor in pain.
“The pain will go away soon”
And, soon enough, it did.

“What now?” Cynder asked, limping slightly.
“Take a bath?” Spyro suggested
Thoran shuddered.
“I’m cold” Cynder complained. “The water would be freezing at this time of night!”
“What about in the morning? When it’s warmer?”
“Fine by me”
“Count me out” Thoran murmured
They went back to sleep.

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“Uh, brightness” Spyro moaned, shielding his eyes from the bright sun.
“Get up Spyro”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes”
“Who am I arguing with?”
“Your conscious”
“Huh?”
Spyro looked up, Thoran was standing in front of him looking rather bored.
“Ok, ok, I’m up” Spyro yawned.
Thoran led him to the river, where the current wasn’t very strong.
Spyro smiled, took a running jump, and leapt into the cool water.

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