darkSpyro

I've posted this before, but this time I'm breaking up the chapters in parts so that they aren't too long. Please comment if you read.

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Prologue
An ancient evil.

“Guess the purple dragon isn’t all what he cracks up to be?” Cynder teased.

Spyro came to a swift landing beside Cynder, the magical collar they were bond by loosened. The hues of sunset reflected on their scales. A large and ancient tree shadowed the two young dragons. The tree was beautiful in the sunset, almost to a wordless beauty as it stood there with the wiry grass surrounding it.

“Best thirty out of sixty?” Spyro asked.

“Na, I don’t want make it more embarrassing for you then it already is. “ Cynder chuckled.

“One more race?” Spyro pushed.

“I’m tried.” Cynder fake yawned. Spyro felt strange near this lone tree, the presence of it was intimidating and it felt like the ancestor’s ghosts were watching him from inside the great tree. Its presence was like a spirit gem but stronger. He had never been here before but he felt he had, in another life or another era or maybe a completely different world. Well, the tree looked as if it came from a different world, it was too stunning, too large, and it was too much.

And he felt as if it was telling him to touch it. Spyro touched it genteelly, not even noticing Cynder beside him. When he did touch the russet, ivory covered bark, the tree silently whispered a million tales to him. He couldn’t make out what the whispers meant though.

“Spyro?” A muffled voice asked. The voices suddenly disappeared and he came back into focus, Cynder was repeating his name.

“Don’t you feel like you’ve been here before?” Spyro asked.

“Yeah. Sort of…” Cynder answered. “What happened?”

“When I touched it…voices exploded…I really don’t know how to explain it.” Spyro inhaled and exhaled deeply but it wasn’t intended to sound like a sigh.

Right then, the ground under them sank in and they were falling before they even knew they were. The narrow hole was dark, when Spyro tried to grip the sides, he couldn’t. There wasn’t enough room to spread his wings fully. He was traveling too fast to think and before he knew it, he loudly came into impact with hard stone. It was hard to believe he even survived the fall, but the purple dragon could only worry about his companion. Cynder’s feet softly landed on his back and then she skipped off Spyro. Spyro sighed with pure relief.

A bright blue light reflected off the two young dragon’s scales, it was close to the glow of a spirit gem; expect it was a more pale and lighter color. Cynder disappeared into the light; Spyro quickly hopped up and followed her into the blue light. He was blind for a moment, and then he saw it.

It was enormous, the lone blue crystal stood there in the middle of the room in all its glory, markings were curved in the stonewalls. Patches of the walls were falling apart, showing the bark of the colossal tree. Cynder was up near the remarkable blue crystal; it was far from any spirit gem. She seemed to be in a haze as Spyro walked up, almost limping from the pain in his left back leg.

“Cynder?” Spyro tried to get her focus. Same as the tree, but stronger, Spyro felt a urgent need to touch it. But Cynder touched it this time around.

When she put her talons on the stunning crystal, something activated and the pale blue exploded into very dark purple. The two young dragons stepped back in surprise, the room darkened and the markings around the room had a white glow.

“Malefor stop summoni- “ A female voice began from the crystal. “Oh. Hello young dragons.” Two very large and sleek pure white eyes opened up in the dark purple darkness of the crystal.

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Please commet...also this is rather old, so don't be surprised with certain things.
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The two young dragons were utterly speechless. “Who awakened me?” The voice questioned. Spyro noticed that the voice was light and welcoming but had a strong sinister undertone that ruined it. The voice also had a hint of old age, it had wisdom, and somewhere, deep into the depths of twisted emotion, pain, but it was impossible to know exactly what it was.

Cynder paused, and then spoke, “Me.”

“Yes…makes sense you would be able to beckon me, Cynder. With that exposure to darkness like that, Malefor surely knew what he was doing…a long time ago. Last time I seen the sights of him, he had so much fear in being destroyed…he acted out of panic, he didn’t think a bit about what he was doing. Oh, my poor golems, Malefor had to abuse their ability…how selfish…” The voice paused, like she knew Spyro was going to ask something.

He didn’t know what to ask first, Spyro thought about it. He stepped closer to the glowing eyes in the dark stone. “Who are you?” Spyro asked.

“Demonica. “ The voice answered. Cynder stayed glued where she was, she wasn’t feeling good and felt as if she was going fall.

“Are you an ancestor?” Spyro asked. Then, he noticed how stupid of a question that was.

“Yes. Of course, darling. I’m an ancestor of any creature whom has ever had a run with darkness in themselves, or even with a bit in their hearts, or one who has ever been consumed with darkness…well you get the point. You could call me, The Ancestor of Evil, although I would respect if you just called me Demonica. But that would still make me an ancestor of everybody, since everyone has darkness…somewhere. “ Demonica explained.

Spyro felt a shiver of fear run up his spine at her words, she sounded so calm and seemed so kind, how could this Demonica be the ancestor of evil?

“But I am, Spyro. Don’t be scared through, I’m just a really powerful spirit.” It was as if Demonica was reading Spyro’s mind, was what he was thinking really that obvious? Her words didn’t make Spyro feel any better.

“That’s…comforting…” Cynder said sarcastically.

“Too bad Spyro isn’t old enough to summon ancestors. You have to be a certain age, like Malefor to be able to and then you’ll have to find places like this…ancient places untouchable by destruction, immortal places that will always be. Not even the end of the world may destroy places like this, if these places were ever to be destroyed, all the magic and balance in the world will break. Barriers between worlds will open and it will be chaos. Nothing but the powers of all the ancestors can destroy this place. I’m giving lectures again… damn.” Demonica snarled at herself. There was silence, then the glowing markings started to dim. Demonica’s two eyes closed.

“ I wish I could see the world again. One glimpse would be wonderful and that’s all I would need to put it in chaos…” Demonica chuckled. There was the hidden pain in her voice when she said her first eight words of her talking.

“That’s not going to happen.” Spyro said.

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“Oh. How can you be so sure of that? Unlike most spirits, all I need is someone who was alive close to or when I was, I can easily take use of that dragon. Seems impossible, right? But nothing is…” Demonica’s voice faded into thought, but it sounded like she could say more. She chuckled again.

“Too bad…the purple dragon is utterly useless now. No more power, so weak. I can feel it, but I have no pity, makes me want to through. The Black Dragon and The Purple Dragon, enemies in love…love can turn someone irrational…to put it lightly…it’s all romance this days…sheesh…” Demonica’s tone was now cold.

“Let’s get out of here…” Spyro said, turning around. Cynder followed.

As they struggled to fly up the narrow shaft, Demonica’s voice was clear, “Remember, There will never be light without darkness…or chaos without peace. There must be balance or the world won’t exist.” When they escaped the inside of the tree, the stars were waiting.

(That's all for 'An ancient evil.'. Chapter one coming soon.)

Post more, please. I don't want to have to look through pages of old topics to find the old one.

i like it.