The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 10
#10 of Spyro Origins
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The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 10
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The next day in the morning was a lot of activity. They needed to feed two hundred dragons... very hungry dragons. Incendio was shouting order over the nosier of so much talking at the cooks to prepare food for all of the new refugees, as well as for the entire city.
Spyro and Cynder walked together, side by side. Dragons looked at Spyro with awe and with respect, but they still held resentment for Cynder. But they did not lay a claw on her for fear of Terrador's wrath.
Spyro was trying to find the dragon guardians. He wanted to know what they had discussed yesterday regarding Cynder, as well any news. He found them talking with some of the elders of the group of dragon that had arrived.
They were in a very vivid conversation, somewhat separated from the rest of the group. Spyro approached to try and hear what was being said, but as he approached, one of them looked at him and Cynder, and said something fast at the others. The conversation they had been having ended abruptly.
"Spyro, Cynder" Cyril said. "What bring you here? You should be enjoying this small feast, if it can be called that".
"I just wanted to know about Cynder's position" Spyro wanted to know.
"She will not be harmed" Terrador said, shooting a glance towards the elders. "I have explained to them the situation and they understand to some extent".
"That's good to hear. And, what news do they bring form this new army?" The question remained floating for some moment, and Spyro waited.
"Do not concern yourself with that at this moment" Terrador said.
"But Terrador..." Cynder tried to protest.
"You should enjoy the food, young dragons" he said, signaling the end of the conversation. Spyro and Cynder turned to leave, and as they did, the conversation the elders had been having, resumed in earnest.
"Something is wrong" Spyro told Cynder when they were far enough not to be overheard. "They know something and they are trying to keep it secret. They do not want us to know what it is".
"We already knew that something was wrong. But, I guess it's worse than we thought".
They continued to walk among the crowd. Some dragons gave them way, either to give SPyro some room to walk or to avoid making contact with Cynder. They got themselves some food and sat themselves somewhat apart from the other dragons. They just did not like too much company. They had just started to eat when Sparx arrived.
"Hey buddy. How things are going?"
"I think they are fine, Sparx; considering that we under siege" Spyro said in a somber voice.
"Come on, light up a little bit. I was just trying to make some conversation". Sparx said in an annoyed voice.
"Sorry Sparx, It's not a good time".
"It is never is a good time". Spyro and Cynder smiled at his retort.
"Sorry Sparx" Cynder said. "Do you have any news".
"Humfp. Well, I helped organize this little party with Incendio. Also, I have heard stories about these new dragons that came. It appears that they were hidden in a little colony of theirs when a army attacked. They couldn't defend themselves and fled. They couldn't do what Spyro and I did together!"
Before Spyro could respond, a blue icy dragoness came to them. "You must be Spyro, is it not?" she asked.
"Oi! Your name is known by everybody" Sparx complained. "And what about me? Am I also popular after all I have done?"
"Ah, of course, the helper of the Great Purple Dragon" she said looking at the dragonfly.
"What the..." Sparx choked.
"Yes, I am" Spyro said.
"It is good to see other dragons near my age than all of those adults. Not many left with all we have been trough". She was bigger than Cynder, but not by much. If Spyro could imagine her age, he would put it just under Incendio's age; which was almost twice of Spyro. She was a more voluminous than Cynder's long and sleek form. "It is such an honor to meet you" she said with a giggle.
"What?" Spyro was confused. Honor?
"To finally meet the one who saved the guardians from the evil" she turned to see Cynder, who stared back. "You set them free from Cynder's clutches"
"HEY! I was with him all the time. I to pass through immeasurable dangers myself, you know" Sparx tried to take some praise.
"You must have been very brave to face that evil all by yourself" she said as she took a step closer to Spyro.
"Uh... actually... it was not that difficult" he lied. It had been very difficult, and he had been death scared sometimes during that journeys. "Uh... who told you that?"
"I saw you earlier, when I entered the city" she said as she blinked several times, opening and closing her crystal blue eyes. "Then, I asked the guardians about you. Are you a guardian too?"
"What? ME? No no. I'm just..." Spyro tried to protest, but was cut short.
"You must have so much power to accomplish those feats. It's a wonder you are not a guardian yourself!" she giggled. Spyro was starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Uh? Excuse me, but, who are you?" Spyro tried to change subject.
"I'm Glacia" she said in a teasing way, lifting her head high in the air and moved herself so he could see her entire body.
"Uh... nice to meet you... Glacia" She giggled a bit when he mentioned her name. During this time, Cynder was watching her every move, not liking the way she was behaving.
"You would have been a cute guardian" she giggled once more.
Spyro, Cynder and Sparx jerked in surprise. Spyro could feel his blood running to his face and begin to show red. Cynder's eyes focused intently on Glacia, wishing she could go away.
"Uh..." Spyro didn't know what to say.
"If you could excuse us, please" Cynder said with the most cold voice she could muster.
"Oh, come on. Let me talk with you some more" she said. "Besides, I would like to know better some of you" she turned to look at Spyro with a gleam in her eye.
"Excuse me" Cynder was starting to get annoyed. "But we would like some privacy"
"Cool down!" Glacia said to Cynder. To prove her point, she exhaled a cold air over her.
"Why you..." Cynder was about to pounce. Thanks heaven, that Terrador just came at that moment.
"Looks that you two are getting to know other dragons. Good" Terrador said with a smile. "Now, I need you two to go and do some errands for me".
Spyro accepted at once and Cynder said she would help.
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"How dare she?" Cynder fumed in her own room after they had completed Terrador's errand. "She acts as she owns the place and everyone is supposed to follow her!" She looked at the window and saw the sun set on the horizon.
She turned back again and jumped to her bed groaning and cursing. "She was all over him in just a moment! That poor excuse of a lizard! Thanks to Terrador, we managed to get away in time!"
She mumbled about what had occurred. She did not want her near Spyro. She wanted to leave him alone.
With a start, Cynder realized something. Am I jealous? Everything pointed that she indeed was. She hung her head in shame. How could I be so selfish? I should not try to keep Spyro away from the others. But she could not help it.
She got on her bed and got to sleep. Her dreams were full of Spyro.
She was flying with Spyro; like when they did after Malefor was defeated. They laughed and enjoyed each other company as they played. How wonderful it was, just the two of them with no worries on their minds.
Suddenly, a blue speck appeared on the horizon. It was flying, like they were. The speck turned to be a blue dragon, and the dragon turned to be Glacia.
In Cynder's dream, Spyro turned away from Cynder when Glacia was close enough. The two of them stared to fly together, laughing. They stared to fly away, leaving Cynder alone. She tried to pursue them, but they were too fast. It was only a matter of time before they disappeared.
Cynder was left alone in the world.
Cynder woke from her dream with a start, sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart hurt from all the pain he felt at being left behind. The dream had been awful. Spyro had gone with Glacia, and had left her without a second thought. Cynder could not help but cry until she fell asleep once again.
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The next morning brought a big surprise. The army they had been waiting had finally arrived. They used the night to cover their movement so that they could be in sight of the city during morning.
Spyro was in the walls with the guardian, dragons, moles and cheetahs, looking at this new threat. Cynder was nowhere to be seen, and Spyro was starting to get worried. So many. We can't possibly win against that many. They will overrun this place. Spyro thought grimly.
"My guess is that they will try to assault the walls once they have built siege engines" Terrador said toward the group. "We must try to be prepared for them". He began to order the troops around, building catapults and any defense they could imagine.
Spyro helped to where he could, along with Sparx, who was not needed at the moment. He was rolling some logs to build a new catapult when he had an unexpected visit near noon.
"Hi Spyro" a voice came from behind him. He turned to look, and saw Glacia coming to him.
"Uh... hi Glacia" he said, somewhat embarrassed about what happened yesterday.
"What are you doing?" she inquired.
"Helping build defenses around the city.
"Oh... how noble and brave, helping to defend this city" she giggled. Spyro turned to look at her.
"Uh..."
"Come. You need a break. Don't overtire yourself". Spyro turned to look at Sparx.
"Don't look at me" the dragonfly said with his palms up. Spyro turned to look at the moles thet were building the catapult.
"We are near done. Take a break". Spyro sighted. He really needed a break.
"Come, walk with me" Glacia urged Spyro with a motion with her tail.
Spyro decided he would go and Sparx would accompany them. "So, tell me about yourself" Glacia inquired. Spyro started to tell her about his life. Glacia was really surprised about him being raised by dragonflies.
"How odd it would have been. Raised by dragonflies!" she exclaimed.
"I am here, you know" Sparx said, annoyed how she not seemed to care about anyother except Spyro and herself.
"It wasn't" Spyro said before things get worse. "I thought I was a dragonfly myself until my parent, my dragonflies parents told me about how they found my egg".
"Well, you know now what you are, and know where you belong" she told him.
"But sometimes I miss being a dragonfly!" Spyro sighted. "No worries at all"
Just then, they came across Cynder. She was helping with some preparations for the defense of this city herself.
"Cynder!" Spyro exclaimed as he made his way toward her. "Where have you been? I was worried".
"I have been helping around" she said truthfully. But at the same time, she had been avoiding him.
"Well, it's good to see you are all right!" he said in relief.
"My, isn't it Cynder... the one who was the Black Serpent!" Glacia said trying to make Cynder remember her past crimes. Cynder only hung her head.
"She isn't anymore!" Spyro defended her.
"Well Spyro, you have an interesting life: being raised by dragonflies, freeing the guardians, comforting and beating Cynder, befriending her, being trapped in a crystal for three years defeating the Darkmaster. That is a lot". Spyro did not know if it was a compliment or not.
"Spyro" Cynder tried to get his attention. "Will you help me with this?" she indicated at her work. He nodded.
"Then, I guess this is it. I will leave you for now. And Spyro..." she said as he walked by him. "I enjoyed our little chat and walk" she said, using her tail to touch Spyro at his tail, and run the whole length of his body, ending under his chin. He froze at this sudden and unexpected action. Cynder's pupils contracted, and seemed to emanate fire from her eyes, her body went completely rigid and her teeth clenched audibly. If stares could kill, Glacia would be very dead right now.
"Seen you soon" Glacia said with that smile of hers and went away.
Sparx flew next to Cynder when Galcia was away and Spyro could not overhear.
"Looks like someone is looking for Spyro's attention".
Cynder eye twitched and swatted with the flat end of her tail blade at the annoying dragonfly, sending him stumbling in the air.
"HEY!!!" he shouted. "What did I said?"
"She acts as if she owns the place! She does as she pleases her and to hell with everybody else!" Cynder growled.
"Figured out as much. Though you have to admit, she really has a good eye for dragons". Cynder growled once more and tried to swat again at Sparx, but he flew out of the way.
"Whoa! Calm down!" he said apologetically. "Why such aggressiveness? I know you are evil, but you have not acted like this since then. Are you getting back to the dark side again?"
"No" Cynder responded. "It's just..." she turned to look at Spyro.
"Ah! So that what it is!" Sparx said triumphantly.
"What?" Cynder asked, turning to look back at him.
"Spyro, of course. You like him". He teased.
"Me? Ha, of course not" Cynder lied, and Sparx knew it.
"Come on!!! I have seen you! You shoot glances his way every now and then. You turn shy sometimes with him. And just right now, you were almost ready to murder Glacia when she rubbed herself all over Spyro".
"I... he..." Cynder tried to protest but then, she sighted in defeat. "Yes. I like him".
"I knew it! Does he know?" Sparx asked, turning to look at Spyro. His demeanor changed drastically, and Cynder noticed it, but he decided to ignore it for the moment.
"I guess so, but.... I told him I loved him when the world was breaking apart. I just could not die without letting him know. But he didn't hear me".
"So you said 'I love you' just at the end of the world and he did not hear you?"
"Pretty much" she confessed.
"So, he doesn't know" Sparx said as Cynder hung her head. "Well, I know Spyro. I think he feels the same about you".
"He does?" Cynder asked in disbelief, and hope
"Of course! I am his brother. I know him better than anyone else. And I have seen him too, you know. He sometimes stares at you when you are asleep as if he were under your spell; he sometimes has trouble to breath near when you are near, and show the some of the same symptoms you show. Besides... Spyro has never known any other female beside you, and that makes more comfortable staying with you".
"That's the problem. I am the only female that he has ever met. Now that Glacia is here, he could be attracted to her. She can spike his curiosity".
"Then tell him not to do so"
"I can't do that. Who am I to deny him that happiness? He deserves it more than anyone else".
"Leaving you alone and unhappy?" Sparx just said what she had dreamed last night. "Come on! You too deserve to be happy. Are you not going to fight for what you want? That's not the Cynder that I know".
Cynder looked at Sparx, who was hovering right in front of her. This was a new Sparx, and Cynder liked it.
"You are right. I will do so." Cynder said with determination. "But... what if he doesn't want me?" Cynder started to lose hope once again.
"Don't worry. He will. And, I will help you" Sparx offered.
This was a new Sparx, all right. Cynder liked it, but this was way too much of a change.
"Why?" she asked. "Why do you want to help win Spyro? I thought you hated me".
This seemed to bring the old, annoying, ever sarcastic Sparx back. "Yeah... I still do. But I hate that Glacia even more! I am only choosing the lesser of two evils, so don't get used to it".
Cynder smiled under her face at that comment. That was more like Sparx. With that, both put themselves to work.
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Dusk was approaching fast when the alarm came.
"ENEMY AERIAL FORCES ARE COMING". Spyro ran to the walls to see what was happening. He arrived at the same time as Cynder did and saw at the approaching enemy. A lot of wyverns were flying high, carrying something under them.
"PREPARE FOR BATTLE!!! DRAGONS GET READY TO FLY!!!" Terrador yelled next to Spyro. Then, in a low voice "This was too fast. They are attacking too soon".
The host of wyverns was closing in fast, and behind them, a never ending wave of enemy soldiers. The new army and the rest of the old one had combined their forces and were attacking.
The walls were full with the archers, the catapults loaded, and the troops were nervous. All were looking toward the incoming host.
"LOOSE!!!"
The catapults released their rocks, bows twang as the arrows flew, and the huge roar of the dragon organ responded to the call.
"RISE!!!" Terrador said as he began beating his massive wings to engage the incoming wyverns. Spyro jumped and beat his wing closely after Terrador. Cynder followed closely behind him as well as nearly every dragon available in the city.
They flew directly at the oncoming wyvern host , that had some of their numbers fallen by the arrows. Some of the loads they were carrying fell to the ground, and when it made impact, a huge explosion followed.
"DO NOT LET THEM ENTER THE CITY!!!" Terrador yelled.
Spyro perfectly knew why. Those new devices would make a big mess of things if they were dropped inside the city. Building would collapse and soldiers would be killed. They must not let them pass and allowed them to drop their load.
Nearly half of the wyverns dropped their load, which exploded on the ground, and moved forward. They were going to protect those that carried the explosives from the dragons.
"Spyro, Cynder!" Terrador called them. "You two are the fastest. Remain behind and stop any that get past our defense line". Both young dragons felled back and watched.
The two flying armies came closer, and neither of them seemed to give any indication they would change course. This would be a head on collision in the air. They were coming closer, and Spyro could see well how many they faced. They were outnumbered, but the dragons had the advantage of the breath attacks.
They were getting closer; just a few more wing beats. They raced toward each other at maximum speed. They showed no indication they were going to stop. They were just right in front of each other!
Both groups crashed in mid-air! Dragons and wyverns alike, made collision with each other. Some crashed head on and made a complete stop and began falling; together, struggling with the other before they hit the ground.
The dragons used their breath attacks over those that came close enough to use at, sending to the ground below a frozen wyvern, or a burning one, or a dead one. Some wverns teamed up to have supremacy over a lone dragon, making it fall to the ground as they attacked from several sides.
Roars and shrills were head over the battlefield; some were of pains, other from anger. Meanwhile, Spyro and Cynder were patrolling behind the main group, watching for any wyvern that passed the battle.
"Over there!" Cynder said as she spotted a lone wyvern get past the defense. She swooped dwon at the enemy and used her wind power to send him to the ground, out of control. He hit the ground with his cargo, ensuring a quick dead by the explosion.
Spyro saw several other wyverns get past the dragon line, making their way toward the city. He flew as fast as he could to intercept them. He took two of the seven out and the archers two three more. Only two had the chance to drop their load on the city. Explosions were heard followed by screams of pain and agony, which made Spyro flinch their eyes in sympathy.
"SPYRO!" Cynder called. He turned to look and saw another few who had managed to get past the defense. He had to concentrate on the battle now.
It lasted a few minutes, the air skirmish. Only a few bombs had get past Spyro and Cynder and been dropped over the city.
"FALL BACK! THE MAIN ARMY IS TOO CLOSE!!!" Terrador ordered a halt. They were in danger from the dark army arrows now, and stay and fight would be suicide. The dragons flew back to the city. Many of them were wounded, some were fine, and others... did not make it back at all.
Now, the real battle was about to begin as the dark army came closer to the walls
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It was midnight when the battle was over. Fires were ravaging across the city form all of the catapult rocks and incendiary projectiles that had landed on the city.
This was bad... really bad. They had just barely repelled the enemy from taking over the walls by destroying all ladders, and siege towers. The gates had been opened temporarily; but it had taken a lot to close them again. They had suffered a many casualties during this last assault.
Spyro limped his way, since he himself was injured in the battle, and saw the devastation of the city. He helped where he could, since his mind and body where still in a rush after all the adrenaline of the battle.
He had seen Terrador earlier and saw how gloom and sober his expression had been. He did not say it, but Spyro knew with just his expression. We will not be able to hold another assault like this at the walls. The next one will be the last.
Spyro was walking, trying to find Cynder after all the commotion of the battle. He saw the expression of all of the inhabitants of the city: moles, cheetahs and dragons. They showed weariness, they showed anger, they showed loss of hope... they showed despair.
Especially the dragons that looked at Spyro, showed these things, and Spyro knew why.I am The Purple Dragon. I am supposed to be the most powerful dragon. Why do I feel so powerless? Spyro had lost his powers in what seemed ages ago. He could only lower his head, try and ignore the stares, and continue walking his way.I am The Purple Dragon and I am supposed to do great things. They expect me to do something. BUT WHAT???
He was told that Cynder had already gone to sleep, and when he was told, he noticed how tired he really was. He decided that he should follow Cynder's example, and rest while he could... he was going to need it. It felt like every step was weighted by iron. It took an enormous amount of effort to reach his bed. When he arrived, he collapsed on the bed, and before he finally fell asleep, one thought crossed his mind. What am I going to do?
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Spyro found himself in a place he had been before. Darkness surrounded him and a distant light shone. He was dreaming of the same place... the place where he had seen the crystals floating. He made his way towards the source of light, hopping gain any sort of knowledge.
He got past the darkness and into the source of light. The seven crystals floated high over Spyro. The transparent crystal shone brightly, like last time Spyro had felt it. But there was something different among the other crystals. All of them were the same as before, expect one.
The yellow crystal shone in a very similar way the transparent did when Spyro saw it the first time. The only difference was that it emanated a yellow light.
Spyro took once again his transparent crystal and got closer to the big, transparent crystal. Nothing happened. Next, he went to the yellow one that had changed.
As before, a brought light began to emanate from within, making Spyro close his eyes. Slowly, the light began to fade, enough to see again. Spyro slowly opened his eyes and looked around, expecting the darkness that surrounded him began to move and come toward him, but it did not.
Instead, he saw something else... a figure. He tried to concentrate to make it out, but he still had after effects. He closed his eyes and shook his head to try and cleared it, and when he opened them again, he distinguished what it was. He dropped his mouth open and gasped.
At the sound of the intake of air, the darkness again began to move. Spyro screamed when the darkness surrounded him. He felt fear and anger coming from this shadow. He slowly began to lose consciousness.
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Spyro woke in a very familiar place. He had been here before, just after the Night of Eternal Darkness.
It was here when he met the Chronicler; it was here where he rediscovered his powers once he had lost them after the battle with Cynder; it was here where he had learned to use the Time powers.
"Chronicler!!!" Spyro shouted, this time hoping he would hear him. He looked around and saw the usual floating rocks and pillars. In the distance, he saw the building where he had learned to reawaken his powers.
"Chronicler?" he tried again. This time, the voice answered from nowhere.
"We meet again, young dragon" it said, but it was somehow different. He cast away that thought for the moment.
"Chronicler, why have you called me here?" Spyro asked.
"It was you, young dragon, who wanted to call me" the voice said. Spyro noticed this time that it was definitely different. Had the voice of the Chronicler changed somehow?
"Me?" Spyro asked.
"Yes... you. You have questions you wanted to ask me". Indeed, Spyro had some questions he did want to ask.
"How do I regain my powers?" was his first question, since he had regained them last time with his help. He had been haunted since he lost them, feeling powerless to do much help. He surely would be able to help him.
"You must will them to be back. You must have a need to use them, but only after you recover something that you have lost" he said with a calmness that made Spyro annoyed.
"I really need them. The city is in need of my powers and strength now. And after something I have lost? What could that be?" he asked confused.
"You have to find that out for yourself, I'm afraid". This caused Spyro to grunt his annoyance. This isn't helping.
"Chronicles, we are desperate. The city of Warfang is about to fall" he then addressed the most pressing matter. "We thought that with Malefor defeat, the army would disband, but it has not done so. How can we defeat this army?" Spyro asked desperately, looking around and hoping to see the Chronicler.
After some silence, the voice answered. "I do not know. That part of the future is hidden from me. My guess is that whatever actions the individuals involved do, whatever decisions are made; it will have an effect on the survival of the city. Will it survive or will it be destroyed along with the inhabitants, I do not know". This time, the Chronicler sounded more serious, which caused Spyro's temper to drop.
That was bad news indeed. What decisions must be made to ensure the survival of the city?
"But how will we know which decisions and actions to make?"
"Follow your heart, young dragon" the voice said. That was when Spyro knew that the voice of the Chronicler had indeed changed. But, oddly, it felt so much more familiar. He had heard it before, but where?
"Chronicler?" he asked tentatively.
"Until we meet again, young Spyro" he said, giving an end to the conversation.
"NO! WAIT!" Spyro shouted, hoping to ask more of the chronicler. His dreams, the crystals, the humans, what about those? He wanted to ask question about those topics.
A flash of bright light ensured, causing Spyro to be blinded.
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Spyro woke in his bedroom with a start. It was still night, and the city was resting after the attack they had suffered that afternoon.
He pondered what the Chronicler had told him. Do and choose the correct decisions? What decisions? But then, he had said t follow his heart.
He searched for an answer deep within him. It took some time, but then, he THOUGHT he knew.
Deep down, Spyro knew what he has to do. His heart has been pulled to do something into a strange direction for some unknown reason... like when he found the transparent crystal in the destroyed dragon temple.
Then his dream was also to be considered. Coincidence?
He knew what he had to do. There was a problem, though. Will the others like it?
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There we are. The three chapters. Im currently working on the next one. Will post it soon.