darkSpyro

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"NOOOOOOOOO!" Spyro's eyes snapped open and his head bolted upright. Spyro stared at his left paw… or what he thought was his left paw. He whimpered as his tried to flex it. The paw had been thoroughly burnt to a crisp. As he opened his scorched paw, a gem dropped to the floor. It was glowing a strange, dark red color. The young purple dragon knew that this gem had injured him in his sleep. It was the second time that it had happened.

The first time had been earlier in the day. He tried to blot out everything he had just dreamed: Malefor's suffering, his own physical pain, and worst of all, the strange shadow who had manipulated it all. Spyro tried to stand up, but he realized his chest was weighed down. He looked over at the still figure of a black dragoness and his closest friend, Cynder, whose head was resting on his chest. Thankfully, she hadn't been woken up by his little outburst. He slowly slid backward, the black dragoness' head gently lowering onto the soft earth. He got to his feet as best he could, flinching slightly when he was forced to put weight on his left paw. He looked up, gazing upon the thousands of stars twinkling in the night sky. He looked down at Cynder.

The two of them hadn't really been together that long, considering half that time was spent trapped within a crystal. The black dragoness mumbled and then turned over onto her other side. A weak smile formed on the purple dragon's face as he watched her chest and red underbelly slowly expand and contrast. She looked so calm and at peace. The smile quickly faded, however and he left the sleeping dragoness and slowly began to walk down the hill.
Spyro was feeling horribly troubled. His mind was plagued with frightening thoughts. The dream he had was now something else to pile on top of all his misery.

From Dark Oracle Productions...

He walked up to the edge of a small brook that ran down past the Dragon Temple. The guardians were asleep in there, as was Sparx and some of his other friends. But he felt like he needed a night away from the temple and he came up this hill to sleep. He still remembered what happened on that hill earlier in the morning, what Cynder had said to him: they were going to find a solution to their powers… together.

Spyro stared at the water. Instead of his reflection he found a black dragon staring back at him. It had hollow purple eyes and a dark purple underbelly and horns. Spyro frowned and shut his eyes as tight as he could. He snapped them back open, and stared at his own, frowning reflection. He had always thought that the trouble would be over when Malefor was at last disposed of, and peace would be ushered back into the world. But only a few days later, the fate of the world was once again put on his shoulders. He was pushed to his breaking point, had to travel to the darkest depths of the forbidden world, the dark realm and had watched as Cynder was nearly killed. He still remembered it, that man's furious shout, the cold steel blade plunging through her chest. And then… it had happened again. His dark powers had resurfaced once again, after 3 years of dormancy. Again his dark form took a life and again it nearly consumed him, this time causing him to harm people he loved and cared about.

Based on Activision Blizzard's "The Legend of Spyro" trilogy...

Spyro lay down, staring at the brook. He watched the water gently drift down and out of sight. A single leaf fell from a tree and touched the water. His reflection became distorted and the purple dragon sighed. "Oh ancestors," he whispered, "Please, here me out. I've done all that you've asked of me, I have twice saved this world from falling to dark powers." Spyro choked on his own words. "But I have to know why, why do you keep torturing me like this? All I asked for was strength: the strength to help overcome my foes. I never asked for power… power that wouldn't deviate between friend and foe. If I have to spend the rest of my days trying to fight off the urge to harm everyone I've ever cared for…"

A single teardrop; the brook rippled and his reflection again became distorted.

"It's like I don't even know who I am or why I'm here anymore."

"Please don't say that Spyro." Spyro quickly got to his feet and turned around. Cynder quietly stepped out from behind one of the trees.

"How long have you been back there?" Spyro asked.

"Long enough, Spyro." The two of them just stared at each other. Spyro shifted uncomfortably. Cynder broke the silence, "Spyro, I can't believe you would think something like that. It's not worth it to get this worked up about the darkness." She walked up next to Spyro, who purposely averted his gaze. "I know you don't like me seeing you like this, Spyro, but just hear me out: nothing bad can possibly happen to you. You're safe here Spyro. You're surrounded by friends. The darkness can't touch you here. Spyro, I've known you long enough now to realize that no matter what your mind thinks, you'll never give in." She paused; Spyro turned and looked at her. He studied the worried expressions on her face.

"Spyro, you're not like Malefor; you have a heart. A heart that's willing to fight for everything it believes in. Face it Spyro, we all need you. Every single person out there looks up to you for inspiration. If you weren't here, I… I'd…" A purple paw was put up to Cynder's mouth. She looked up at Spyro, who was smiling again at last.

"I understand, Cynder." He paused. "It's just like you said, we'll get through this, together." Cynder smiled back as he repeated what she'd told him earlier in the day. "Will you forgive me for acting so childish?" Cynder chuckled.

And Jason "HIR" Bayer's hit fan fiction The Legend of Spyro: The Human Menace

"Of course I will, Spyro." She whispered back. The two dragons gently embraced for a brief second. They then stood there, staring at each other. Cynder finally snapped back to attention. "Come on, let's go back to sleep." She said. Spyro nodded. "After all," she continued, smirking, "Sparx left me to make sure you got your eight hours!"

"Cynder!" Spyro playfully whined, rolling his eyes.

THE LEGEND OF SPYRO: RAGNAROK
Book I in the "Storm of Judgment" trilogy
Written by Jason "HIR" Bayer, Alex "BestNotes" Besen, and Vladimir "The Russian" Johnson
Coming soon!
Spyro the Dragon and related characters copyright Activision Blizzard
Storm of Judgment trilogy copyright Dark Oracle Productions

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