darkSpyro

This is a story about two Selenite Dragons, Spirit and Selena. They are the last of their species.

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There were sounds echoing through the night sky. Meteors were hurdling towards the Celestic Mountains, bringing destruction and despair. Shrieks and roars cried out, as the Selenite Dragons realised their doom, there was no time to escape.
A lone mother flew into the air. She carried two eggs, one of her own brood, and one that was of her closest friend's, who perished in the meteor shower earlier that night. She wanted to save them, the last flicker of hope for her kind. She descended next to a river, and placed each egg in a small crystal nest. The mother's eyes shone with tears, and placed each egg in the river, and watched them float away as dust filled the air.
"Farewell, Guardians of Hope." she whispered, as she was struck by a fatal barricade of falling rocks.
The two eggs came upon a fork in the river. One egg, the mother's egg, went down the left river. The other egg went right. The two female dragons that had perished in the meteor shower had placed a safety on the eggs, protecting them from harm, but locking them away in a deep slumber for one hundred years or more. The dragons within, one male and one female, will be the revivers of the Selenite Dragons.
For they were the last survivers...

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Chapter 1: A Home
100 Years Later...
The egg that contained a male Selenite Dragon had come to rest in a distant forest. Cracks appeared in the eggshell. Then a hole. A snout poked out of a hole, with a pair of golden eyes. The snout and the eyes vanished into the darkness of the egg, before it split in half. The newborn dragon fluttered out, landing on the grassy riverbank. He squealed, squinting in the sunlight. He curled up on the grass, and fell asleep.
Soon later, the dragon woke up, and ventured into the forest, hungry. He came upon a clearing that had six large burrows, and had long grass. A few draconic heads poked up from each burrow, eyes filled with interest.
"Welcome, young Selenite Dragon." the dragon in the centre burrow said.
"Selenite..." a dragon from another burrow whispered, her eyes widening. The hatchling decided they were safe, and walked forwards. The grass shook, and the hatchling leapt into it, then came out with a rat in his jaws.
"He's quite spirited." another dragon said. "He's probably been orphaned, long ago, with the safety spell on. Let's call him Spirit." The hatchling looked up at the mention of 'Spirit'. He liked the name. The dragon in the middle burrow slithered out. He, and the other dragon heads, weren't dragons. They were wyrms.
"Come, Spirit." he said. "You deserve a family, all the same." Spirit walked towards the emerald-green wyrm, smiling both curiously and happily.

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Chapter 2: Attack
4 Years Later...
Spirit had matured into a healthy young dragon, naturally being always curious. Vinear, the king of the Emerald Wyrms, and his mate, Leafora, took to being the adoptive guardians of Spirit. And their true son, Foré, became his best friend.

"Come on!" Spirit called back to Foré.
"Slow down! A wyrm can only run so fast!" he snapped. The Selenite Dragon slowed down, to let the small wyrm catch up to him.
"Do want to see what I found or not?" Spirit asked, beginning to walk alongside Foré.
"Yes, I do." he replied. "You're different. You have wings, and more powerful legs!"
"Well, it isn't my fault." the dragon snapped. "We're almost there." There was a clearing up ahead. The two walked into the area, where a large, clear crystal cluster poked out of the ground.
"Woah!" Foré cried out in amazement. "How did you find out this was here?"
"I went exploring." Spirit said, walking up to the crystal. "Amazing stuff you can find."
"So, you decided to go exploring without me?"
"Pretty much."

The two dragons studied around the crystal for a while, until a large roar suddenly echoed from near the burrows. A large shadow was in the air, fire gushing out of its jaws. There were shrieks of shock, agony, and anger.
"Mother! Father!" Foré cried, running back through the trees.
"I thought he was slow at running." Spirit muttered, running after him. They quickly got to the six burrows. But everything was burning. Leafora was lying at the edge of the clearing, badly burnt.
"Mum!" both Spirit and Foré cried, running over to the wyrm.
"You... have to go..." Leafora whispered in agony. "It's looking for you... Spirit... You must leave... You must..."
"No, mother! We have to help you, we must!" Foré cried.
"It's too late... For me..."
And the only mother Spirit and Foré ever had passed into the void.