darkSpyro

This is a fanfic about the last six dragons on earth. Sooooo...wanna meet them?



Credit to the Deviant Art user that created the dragon generator.

So, number one (top left).

Hex. She's the bad girl in my fanfic, with an element of convexity. She's very mad, the power's gone to her head. At the beginning people praised her dearly, though they thought her odd. She had a strange obsession with planting flowers all the time, all over her cave. She grew flowers all around her parents' grave, who had been murdered seven years ago by Malefor. Why was she praised? After planning for seven long years she set out to kill Malefor and, stunningly, she succeeded. She was treated royally from that moment, but she eventually realised that if she could kill Malefor, she could kill anyone. War was declared, and the Fear Dragons took charge and murdered 2 thirds of the world, unstoppable. But, betraying them, Hex took over and killed the Fear Dragons, and the remaining living surviors...or so she thought.

Number 2 (top middle).

Pix. Pix is the sort of girl you don't mess with. She's the classic fire dragon, and has mastered every aspect of her element. She knows and uses all attacks possible concerning fire, but Fireheart's Combustion, which is terribly dangerous. She is still capable of using it though. As stong as she is in fire, her melee is weak, as she started learing it at the late age of seven. Her flying is drifty, mainly from her wing struture. She's made in a daintier, more elegant way than practical.
Pix looks a total drip, but she hates her soppy-little-girl appearance. Pix loathes the fact that she inherited her mother's pink skin, as pink is her least favourite colour. She a tough cookie and tries her best to be loyal, but sometimes runs away.

Number three (top right).

Hallowed. Hallowed is a total rebel, in for rough and tough and utterly at ease. He's determined, cunning, sly, clever, strong, slightly obnoxious and fiercly loyal. He won't take any of this 'Go-on-without-me-I'll-be-fine' stuff. If a friend's in trouble he'll stick by them, and never back down.
His element is shadow. He's frightfully good at melee and flying, and his shadow is high standard. He trains hard and always does all he can to defeat someone. He'll go terribly moody if beaten. Keep your distance.

Number 4 (bottom left).

Voltice. Voltice is a Electric Ice fusion. He always looked up to Volteer and Cyril, the electricity and ice guardians. He took it upon himself to carry on for them. He never knew them in person though. He's modest, kind and has a heart of gold. He doesn't enjoy fighting, but he better get used to it. His melee is average, and he's frightfully fast (naturally). He is quite strong with elements, but finds it hard to keep up, like any dragon with more than one element.

Number 5 (bottom middle).

Vime. Vime is an Ice and Wind dragon. He's elegent and great at airobics. He's not very corageous, but a kind dragon. His thoughts are sometimes tainted with terrible spite, though. He's very quiet, and thought of as a weakling. Vime is awesomely strong, though. His wind is maxed out in power and ice very nearly as powerful as possible. A disadvantage is the fact he's never learnt Terra Melee, which most dragons learn. He's a master of Airobic Melee, using wings and tail and horns in mid-air. He prefures to attack from afar, if attack at all. He's always been a bit of a loner and despises war.

Number six (bottom left).

Haile (Hay-lee). Haile is a Wither Dragon. Withers are a type of fairess (fairies, as we know them). Wither Dragons are named that because of their wings. Haile loves complaining, and is rather witty. She hates nonsense and fuss, unless it's fuss over her. She has an element of sound, which makes her feel special, as even before the wars there were only a handful of dragons with sound as their element. What seperates sound element from others, is that Sound doesn't have it's paticular type, just chooses any dragon. Haile loves herself, and it's easy to see why. She's tremendously clever, as well as strong. If there is one thing that lets her down then it's personality, as she sometimes finds herself hated. Often, in fact.

I will start the fanfic soon!

Chapter 1
Founding!
Vime flew soundly through the sky, sighing tiredly. He looked upon the ground bellow him through the plumes of misty cloud. He couldn't see anything except flowers that Hex had mentally planted, roses and daisies and violets and lillies and poppies and carnations and many others. The ground was lathered with vibrant petals and blossom. He was incredibly bored, lonely, as he always was, but even more so. He just wished to talk to someone. He was so desperate that he began asking himself questions, but it sounded so mental he shut up.
He'd always believed that he (apart from Hex) was the only dragon alive. It had haunted him, the terrible thought. He'd spent his last years exploring, desperate to find his family's graves. But he never did. Some days Vime felt guilty, wondering why he was chosen to be alive, and why no-one else was. But other times he felt lucky. 'Go with the flow, I suppose,' Vime thought.
He was it.
The Last One.

...What was it!? A flicker of black? He swooped down swiftly, hanging airily about the trees. He didn't land, because years and years ago when he wasn't the only one on Earth, dragons used to say that even if you stepped on Hex's flowers totally by accident, she'd rope you to a spike in her cave and slaughter you. Vime knew it wasn't true, but it still made him shudder.
Then he noticed it, a delecate patch of dented flowers. He tensed. Hex couldn't be here, could she? No. He ventured closer, noticing that the paw-print was large, padded, definatly a male foot.
He'd never set foot on the flowers, he basked in trees...
Vime felt an eccentric rush of energy surge through him, and he beat his wings and zoomed off through the forest. Then he saw something.
The whip of a silver-tipped tail, and he could hear the desperate pant of breath.
Incresing in speed, Vime shot forwards and got tangled with something. They tumbled over and collapsed on the floor.
Vime looked...and looked again.
It wasn't a wild animal.
It wasn't his eccentric imagination.
It wasn't even Hex.
It was quite unmistakabley...another dragon...