darkSpyro

This was the first Fan Fiction that I started and finished even though while I was writing this I wrote another short Fiction that I finished this was the first one that I started that was finished.... (Confusing? lol)

Anyhow I'm new to this site so I'm going to ask if lemon's are alowed here.

Well here it is... on FanFiction.net it has recieved upwards of 2000 reads... My next post will have Chapter 1 and then once I get a reply or two I will post the next chapter... It's finished all ready but I won't post anything unless I know that there is some interest...

Thanks and enjoy!

Chapter 1
Destiny's Calling

Alnor looked down at his silky purple paws as he flew through the air towards the place that his mother had defined as "The Temple of the Guardians".

Her history lessons always spoke of places such as these. Never would she speak of the simple things that they could actually go and see. Most often she would lecture about a "Dragon of Destiny" that had saved the world from a great evil and had started the "New Age of Peace" that they now lived in.

Usually his mind would wander while he stared blindly back at her. Not hearing a word of her rambling.

Everyday up until this point Alnor's life had been made up of these history lessons for the first few hours of his day. Then his mother would leave the house and go into town; not coming back home until darkness had fallen.

Then two days ago, on his thirteenth birthday, she had told him in in a torrent that he was one such "Dragon of Destiny" and that he would have to journey to "The Temple of the Guardians" where his destiny would begin to take shape.

They then set out and flew high above the clouds for more than a day. Then all at once she stopped talking and told him that he was on his own. That he was to "fly with morning sun to his back and the evening sun to his face" until he arrived at "The Temple of the Guardian's"

It had been five days ago that she had left him on his own. He had watched as island after island had passed by his feet. The blue water never leaving his view until just a few days ago. It was night when the transition had changed and he did not realize it had happened until the first rays caressed the landscape.

He was now flying through the spotless sky towards a place that he was beginning to accept never existed. His mother had been crazy all along. He was no "Dragon of Destiny". Heck he wasn't even hardly a dragon at all. He hadn't even seen or talked to any other dragon than his mom. How could he be as powerful as she said he was just because of his color.

His wings were now aching ravenously from the constant flying. He though about descending to the ground and eking out a life down there. His mom could not possibly be right. His future was to be a hermit. To be excluded from the population and just live alone without love or compassion. To endure alone the elements.

But he flew on. Only to find a more desirable home now. Rather than find his mother's crazy temple.

*****

Spyro and his fellow guardians stood around a blue puddle in the floor. All of them stared off into it wondering what it was that the bright yellow young one was seeing.

In the far back of the room Cynder stood in the door way. Her scales had faded away to a light gray tone. A few of her ivory head spikes had broken off through the years. Her once silky wing membranes had started to corrode at the tail end and holes now shone through.

Spyro had too aged. His row of spikes that ran down from his forehead to his tail barb had drooped over to their sides. His wings also had their small holes but his skin has retained it's purple hue.

Spyroandhis guardian friends were waiting for the vision to come to the young Lightning Guardian; Nate. The years had done their number upon the old Guardians. They had already bonded themselves with nature by then. Their entities else where.

The older guardian of ice, Adar, looked up from the pool and looked over at Spyro. His crystal eyes looked at Spyro respectively.

"You say that you have had, dreams, of this one?"

Spyro too looked up "Yes, I think that he is coming but I can not be sure. The powers of the evil that opposes us is undefined and we must be careful. Should one of us meet this force I shall not be able to protect us as I once was,"

The Earth Guardian, Welgor, looked up from the gazing pool and glanced over to Spyro with wide eyes.

"You mean that the shadow may be able to intrude upon our dreams?!"

"We can not know. With it's expanding power who knows,"

Welgor shook his dark green head and cringed before looking over to the golden Nate who was gazing into the pool still trying to conjure up an image of the new purple dragon who was supposed to be born thirteen years before. "You see anything yet? I'm tired of sitting here every-other-night waiting" he said lightly annoyed.

"No," replied Nate entranced "It takes a great deal of time to see somebody who you have not seen with your eyes"

Adar looked over at his fellow guardian. "Patience, Welgor, you mustn't rush things."

Welgor turned his head and shook it in disbelief but didn't reboot.

Spyro looked to Welgor in disbelief then turned to Cynder and smiled.

*****
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Well there is Chapter 1... after I get at least one responce I'll post the next Chapter... It's 18 and a half long with the Epiloge... I hope that you enjoyed and will continue to with the addition of the next Chapter...

Thanks,
Cornys

Wow! You're good at writing!

lol thanks... I guess I'll post Chapter 2... lol... and yeah that's like a hobby of mine... lol...

Chapter 2
A Long Awaited Meeting

Later that night Spyro and Cynder laid curled in the corner of their fire guardian quarters. The walls of which were completely stenciled with an erratic design in yellow and red. In the center of the room there was a large torch flame and the room was besides empty.

"You know you were right about Welgor. He's getting more and more like young Sparx everyday" Spyro said from the tail area of Cynder.

"I don't know if I'll be able to put up with that again." Cynder said grimly.

"I hope he shapes up like Sparx did," Spyro snuggled deeper into Cynder while he said it. The nights at the temple that time of year often got chilly and the torch did not offer much heat. Spyro began to flash-back to Welgor's inauguration. He felt his heart start to loose the slightest amount of content with his life right before his vision and hearing started to fade away and he was absorbed into his past

*****

The wind whipped upon their faces as the snow flew past on his home island in the far north. That day the ice element had completely taken over and with each new breath one could feel the air go down their throat in a icy torrent.

That day Terrador was with them for the final time. He, as by tradition, was in attendance to swear the powers over to his colleague. The ranks of Welgor's friends and fellow islanders a long with Spyro, Cynder and the other guardians watched as Terrador's responsibilities were passed onto the next generation. For the guardians is was a solemn day. It was as if is was Terrador's funeral, though they had all ready had it.

Spyro skipped forward in his memory of the day to his final conversation with Terrador.

"Spyro," He had said, his older face that Spyro had grow accustomed to gone and his middle aged face that he had first know returned. "You know I'm not very good with these good-bye things"

"You told me that when you came down with that disease." Spyro said. Trying to act as if he wasn't dead. He had never been able to act the same around spirits as he did a live person.

"I know.... You have been all that we could have hoped for before we saw you. You never said 'no' or quit when we asked something of you. You did it. But I must ask something of you."

Spyro looked up from his lower chin to his eyes waiting for his request.

"Now before you say anything know that you will be going against you guardian's oath."

Spyro cocked his adult head and wondered how anything good could go against the oath but then he remembered Cyril telling him that "all of the indecancys of the living are shed upon death and all secrets are shown to bare"

"I trust your judgement"

"Good, I'm going to have to ask you to not teach the next purple dragon any use of the earth element."

Spyro squinted one eye and raised the other. "Now I'm beginning to wonder why I have trusted you"

"Do not worry Spyro, you're loyalty has not been misplaced. There are just reasons but you must not teach him these powers but I am not allowed to entrust you with these. Otherwise the creator's plan 'May go awry' as he said"

Spyro's mind was boggled. "You mean..." he cut himself off and shook his head in awe.

"Yes indeed. He said that he still had big plans for you before you get to meet him.

"I must go now. Siritual life is very different. I can not talk to the living with out magical power. I have nearly exhausted it all ready. Good-bye Spyro"

"Thanks for everything Terrador," Spyro said a tear in his eye.

"No thank-you" he said. His figure disappearing into the air leaving Spyro to his lonesome.

*****

Spyro returned from his flash back with that. His cerebral activities stopped streaming to Cynder and she simultaneously returned to her own sences. The magic that the two had crafted with their 'light power' that they had discovered shorty after they had defeated Malefor cut off and the slow draining of Spyro's emotion ceased.

"Why did you have that dream?" asked Cynder. "You haven't had it before have you?"

"No," Spyro said "But I think I know why. Come on. I think we're about to meet somebody new!"

*****

Alnor lifted his front paw to his face and whipped his eyes. He was not seeing what he was. It was a dream. That much was clear. When he removed his paw the vision was the same. There was a large temple directly in front of the evening sun. The details were shaded but from the short distance away he was it was evident what he was seeing. There was indeed an ancient temple in front of him. Maybe, just maybe that crazy mother of his knew something.

Alnor set himself down upon the stone stoop of the temple that overlooked the rare mushroom forest below. His tail and wings twitched at his sides as he approached the doors.

"What if mother is wrong and I'm not a 'dragon of destiny'. What would they do?"

Thousands of honorable deaths crossed his mind ranging from burning to being squashed. He couldn't bare the thought of what could come out of that temple should it not be "The Temple of the Guardians"

He slowly walked up to the door and stared at it. The impending decision weighing heavily on his mind.

Then slowly he drew back his paw and kicked the door. The door emitted a loud thud as it retaliated from the attack.

He stood there for a second and nobody came. He slowly began to wonder if there was anybody even there.

But then an old dragon's voice came from behind the door. "I'm coming. Hold on,"

Alnor told him self to fly away. He commanded his body to leave but he was frozen with fear. His feet stayed planted as the door creaked open revealing a large old purple dragon. At first glance of Alnor his face light up with excitement.

"Ah young one, we have been expecting you for sometime now!"

"Come on in and make yourself at home." came another voice from behind the purple one.

Alnor peered around the corner looking for the unseen dragon but he could not see anybody. He began to tremble wildly. He had not spoken to anyother than his mother before. In fact the only time he had even left his house before then was when he was taught to fly.

"Young dragon do not be afraid" reasured the purple one "you are among friends,"

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There's chapter 2... same deal... I think I'll wait a while to post Chapter 3 no matter what though.... give people some time to catch up...

write more!!!

Chapter 3
Nerves of Mush

Alnor's wings and tail shook wildly from his nerves as his rubbery legs carried his into the temple. The Gigantic head of the purple one studied him as he entered.

Slowly the dark body of an older black dragon came into view. Just then Alnor remembered the first "dragon of destiny". A purple dragon with a black mate. Allegedly these two had "created the age of peace" that they lived then lived in.

Alnor stopped and looked over to the mammoth purple mass beside him. "S...S...py...ro?" he asked. His eyes wide with amazement.

The body shifted towards him and faced him straight on. The large caring eyes of his staring into his. Alnor felt like looking away but he found himself unable to do so. "Yes, it is." 'The Dragon of Destiny' acknowledged.

Alnor was suddenly overtaken by awe. His vision started to blur. Spyro's eyes quickly showed shock. He moved his paw quickly underneath Alnor to break his fall. Alnor waited for the feeling upon his chest but it never came as his eye sight was completely enveloped in black.

*****

Spyro looked into the hatching's eyes. The nervousness showing through his yellow eyes as he waited to hear his response.

"Yes, it is." replied Spyro not knowing what to expect from the young one.

The young one blinked his eyes a couple of times quickly. Spyro's knowledge of facial expression that he had acquired from the old Chronicler years ago indicated that the purple one before him either lusted for him or was shocked. In his earlier days Spyro would have had to think about it for a few seconds but his ripe age ruled out the first option.

The young one's eyes began to stay shut for subsequently longer periods. Spyro realized what was happening and quickly moved his paw to his chest just in time to catch his fall.

"What was that?" asked Cynder concerned.

"I think he fainted..." said Spyro. He looked down at the live body in his paws and then looked back up to Cynder. "Go get the other guardians. I think that they will want to meet him"

Cynder then left through the door that she had entered through a few moments before and went to the other guardians quarters.

After the battle with Malefor, Spyro and Terrador had recreated the temple with their earth abilities. When they had done so they had decided to add a new corridor to house the guardians.

Soon Cynder came back with the guardians in tow.

"There's that pesky one!" Said Welgor. If he was groggy from the early evening wake up he did not show it.

"Indeed he has come to us" said the lightning dragon Nate. The one who had been trying so hard to get a glimpse of him for so long.

Spyro felt the life in his arms begin to reawaken. He set him to the floor but kept one paw beneath him as to keep him up.

"He is coming back?" asked Welgor.

"Yeah," said Spyro, slightly annoyed at the unneeded question.

Cynder walked over to her mate and put her velvety wing around him. The magic that bonded them together as mates began to strengthen with the gesture as they turned their attention back to the new comer

'It's like were watching the child we never had hatch,' thought Spyro as he released his hold on the dragon's underbelly and placed his tail on top of Cynder's.

*****

Alnor awoke from his trance and found himself surrounded by more large dragons. The ones that had been there before were now embraced and the three new comers stood wing to wing in the doorway on the side opposite of him.

"Welcome back!" Exclaimed the mossy green dragon. "You know how long we have been..."

"Welgor, might you be quiet?" Interrupted the Blue and white one on his right. "The youngster is most assuredly shocked. Give him time to take it in,"

Welgor glared back to his adversary and opened his mouth then shut it again. The other guardian's smiled at that and then turned their attention back to Alnor.

He could feel his feet begin to shake underneath his weight. The glare of the five adults in the room seamed to eat into his sanity. Most of the eyes seemed warm and caring but the whole thing felt unfamiliar, weird.

"I should say something" he thought to himself. A familiar feeling welled up in his throat and an involuntary yawn escaped his mouth.

"Tired?" asked the black one who was wrapped around Spyro. Cynder was her name he believed but he did not know for certain.

Alnor nodded. "I... I have not sl-lep-lept in a week." He said. The feeling he got from her was odd. He felt like jumping upon her and tearing into her. Her body was so... beautiful.

"Come with us young one," she said letting go of Spyro and walking towards the exit where the guardians were. "tonight we get some sleep, tomorrow we'll get acquainted with one another."

The guardians all nodded. Then they retreated through the doorway and one by on they entered their respective rooms. Until Spyro and Alnor were the only ones remaining out in the hallway.

"You may sleep with us tonight" said Spyro seeing the confused look on Alnor's face.

"Do-do... you go to bed... th-th-this early... every day?"

"Yeah, an ancestor told us that to go to bed early and awake early keeps the mind and body in great shape. So that's what we do."

Alnor shyly acknowledged before entering the room with Spyro.

The couple of Spyro and Cynder curled up in the corner and Alnor stayed standing in the center of the room near the torch.

"Come," said Cynder "we won't bit"

Alnor considered the option for a moment then moseyed over to the pair and joined their ball. Alnor could feel the body of the one that he had an odd lust for upon him but his tired state kept his emotions in check as he drifted into a deep sleep. Of the which he had not had in six days.
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really good! write more!

Chapter 4
The Dragon's of Destiny

Spyro sat on the sandy beach. The hologram of Cyril, the former guardian of ice on a back-ground of never ending water.

"Well Spyro I suppose my journey through the physical life is through. There is so much I want to tell you but as it stands I can not speak long. This life has it's restrictions. The manna that you'd normally use to make ice shards I must now reserve to just speak. It's most inconvenient"

Spyro nodded.

"This life has it's advantages as well I suppose. I feel weightless. Like everything I had been fighting for for all of those years is not my responsibility any more. All of the indecencies of the living are shed upon death and all secrets are shown to bare. How ever you try to hide them I can see right into all of the living. Like Adar. He used to have hookers when he was younger. He now regrets this so I would not fret but know that nothing you do is ever secret Spyro. Nothing."

"I see"

"Spyro I have a rather dark prophecy to report to you."

"Yes?" Spyro asked nervous.

"It says that soon, before you join the heavens, there will be a colossus war. One of not only the living but the long gone. It will not be upon this land, nor any other of us have seen before. It will be a dark land that may only be described as a shadow land. It speaks of the two 'Dragon's of Destiny' The only two such creatures who were unable to serve the darkness that had created them. The aging hero and the frightful youth as they are referenced. I can only assume that it's referring to you and the next purple dragon to come two centuries from now. The ancestors predicted this to be the end of days. 'The clash of the worlds' The victor to live out their eternity, and the other to be condemned to eternal death."

Spyro's large eyes glared back at the former guardian. In his mind thoughts of what it could all mean. He though of what eternal death would be like. Just nothing. Only once before had he had such a feeling. Then he was still with his adoptive family of dragonflies. Between then and the Dawn of the Dragon he hadn't the time to ponder what laid beyond life.

"Do you know what it is over?" he asked. The second thing that came to his mind was rather or not Cynder's dark past could come back to haunt her and separate their ferry tail.

"From all I can see it is simply a battle between the light and the dark. How it will happen and what will happen is still a mystery. But one of the ancestors informed me that he was told to have all new comers conserve their energy for the fight. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but it its nessecarry."

"It doesn't bother me,"

"You should not try to lie to the nonliving Spyro. I know it does. Thank you for everything you'd done for us. Without you this world would not exist Spyro."

"What else was I to do?"

"Good-bye Spyro" said the fading face of Cyril. The final flakes of snow dissolving into the tropical air of Adar's homestead. Spyro was to never see Cyril again.

*****

Spyro awoke from his flash back, and, Cynder along with him, got up. Making sure to not wake Alnor who was in the middle of the two.

"Why hadn't you told me of that before?" asked Cynder. Sadness clearly over coming her.

"I did not want to worry you honey." he replied appologeticly avoiding her gaze.

"Ah, Who else did you tell of this?" she whispered as if unraveling a secret plot.

"All of the guardians"

"And not me?"

"I told you I did not want to worry you. I wouldn't let anything come in between me and you honey"

Cynder shook her aging head at him. "I suppose we'd best get some sleep. I can't blame you. I'd have done the same"

With that the two curled back up around Alnor and fell into a shallow dreamless sleep.

*****

Alnor awoke late the next afternoon to arguing voices. He thought to get up but suddenly the voices spiked in volume and he decided to stay put.

"As a purple dragon he should be allowed to master all four elements not just three!" He recognized the voice of the annoying green dragon.

"Not only should he but you are breaking you're oath!"

"I know.." said Spyro's calm voice "But it must be this way. Otherwise our hopes for the impending war may be in grave danger.

"They arguing about me. I'd best stay out of it" he though. Soon he found himself back into a deep sleep despite the ruckus.
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