Hello! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you to my latest write. I have been working on this for a couple of days and now I am ready to post it. You might be surprised to know that all of the other Spyro articles I've written I have actually taken down due to the fact they sucked and that they were rushed. I might now update from days to weeks or months but please, I give to you,
The Legend of
Spyro:
The Heinous Abyss
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The massive black dragon flew silently underneath the moon's shine, irately staring down into the faint world below. The abyss' gargantuan development and size opened up before him. The dragon locked his wings to peer down into the world that stumbled below him. With a sneer, he began his plummet towards the abyss' center, swerving past stone stalagmites and dipping faster down into the world.
As he landed on the floor of the abyss, he fixed his eyes on the massive throne before him. With a smirk, the black dragon walked towards it, eyeing the sleeping King, and with a lash of his claws, the King's bulk figure went limp, and the dragon laughed heartily in his success. He tossed the dragon off of the throne and placed himself greedily on the throne, a smirk planted on his black lips.
As the black of the abyss filled the dark dragon's gaze, he noticed that the paleness and the no light of the cave was very unnerving. With a withering glance at the abyss' top, he tossed the old King away from the throne he now sat upon, and smiled with happiness, at the success he could make in one entire night. But the black dragon's gaze was soon planted on the old king's bones.
There was a spirit, or that's at least what he thought, was floating, mostly hovering along the dead body of the old king. With a snarl, the dragon spirit glided over to the throne, and turned back to look at the former Lord. The spirit's slain tounge ruled the ability of no speech, and he finally made a low rumbling sound from his claws on the side of the throne, and turned back towards the king's corpse.
As the spirit faded, so did the thoughts of the black dragon. As he gulped in wonder, he failed to know the message of the angered spirit, whom had tried to yelp at him and warn him of something. As he glared at the floor with a scowl, his eyes soon turned to the abyss' top again. The new Tribe King looked down disdainfully. Being King would be great, but would a angered spirit ruin it?
As he tolk another swallow, he stepped off the throne and headed towards the former king's cabin and entered it, cautiously, each wooden plank groaning underneath his weight. With a grimace, the black dragon countinued to make his way through the wooden cabin, and noticed the ancient bed laying down on the pavement, it's curved edges crawling towards him.
The black dragon sat down on the side of the bed, his eyes gazing down in wonder. The hiding Tribe would need to get back into the world if they would once more be noticed. Knowing about the Dark Master's fall, that would lead the hiding tribe towards the land above the ground into the open once more, and with a grin, curled up on the bed and closed his pale olive eyes to wonder.
"... You all know that Malefor's army and his apes were very stunned to find out that the Purple Dragon, our savior, had managed to get passed Cynder, whom at that time was the Terror of the Skies. But his army was only getting worse. The Morvais Tribe went deeper into hiding, and Zanvior's Guard went to help the rebuilding of the city..."
Cyril's lessons were almost over, good news to the young dragons' ears. As he countinued, Cynder the dragon stared at the carpet with her claw, the teal color hardening in her emerald stare. She looked up to see Cyril tapping his claws against the scrolls from long ago, which were very majestic indeed. Spyro was beside her, and he was too, glancing at the teal carpet.
Two wind dragons were chuckling beside them, and the biggest one lowered his head to act as if he were listening once Cyril stopped his lesson to glare down to see whom was talking. Then the two burst back into laughter when Cyril turned back around, but Cyril hadn't gotten off the two so fast. With his claws clicking against the wooden stool beside him, he asked, "Vendall, Henves, do you have something you'd like to say to the class?"
The bigger one, Henves, looked up to see everyone's angered eyes peering down at him. With a grimace, Henves backed up and whispered, "N-no, of course not!"
Cyril growled at his interuppted lesson, "Then pay attention."
Vendall, the younger wind dragon, and Henves' best friend, chuckled at the disruption and smacked is friend. Henves' face burned.
Then there was another silence as Cyril looked down at the class. "You're lucky, Henves, because class is over." He turned to face the other dragons who were peering up at him. "Class dismissed."
The dragons cheered in happiness as they picked up their rabbit-skin satchels and headed through the wooden doors to the classrooms, and Ember fell into step beside Spyro and Cynder. The pink dragoness had possibly gotten into trouble, because she looked nervous when she arrived.
"What's wrong, Ember?" Spyro asked as the three exited the hallway and were walking down the stairs towards the ground level.
"Well, I got into trouble with Terrador," she replied.
"Oh." Spyro looked down at his feet irately and glanced back up at her.
"I need to serve his detention. I can only wonder what I'll do there!" Ember cried.
"How'd you get into trouble?" asked Cynder, suddenly.
"I knocked over one of his old 'ancient rubrics'," she replied, stubbornly.
Cynder laughed as she padded down the hallway and into the exiting doors, taking flight outside. The cool air whisped down her face, and Ember only shrank back. "Well, see you, Ember," Cynder chuckled as she tilted her body and flew back towards her department. Ember glared.
"Don't worry, Ember. I've still got your back. And-" Spyro was cut short once he realized a white dragon had stopped in front of him.
"Hey, Spyro!" the dragon yapped, twitching his tail blade and glancing at Ember, his wings strongly bracing the air. "Got a new girlfriend?"
"No!" Spyro growled. "And even if I did, I see you don't have one still, Grevil?"
The white dragon stopped and paused, then whipped around to look at Spyro rudely. "Don't talk to me like that!" he growled.
"Too bad," Spyro answered casually. "You've got yourself a problem."
That's when Ember piped in, flexing her claws and tail blade in an annoyed glance. "Stop your boyish bickering!" she snapped. "Besides, shouldn't you guys have any other problems?"
"No..." Spyro whispered. "We don't...But that doesn't make it right for you to butt in!" With a flick of his wings Spyro turned around to face the other dragon, whom was waiting with a huff.
"I thought you still had my back?" Ember spat at the purple dragon, but as usual, he didn't reply.
Ember rolled her eyes before flying away.
But Grevil and Spyro were still hovering above a building in Warfang, growling and swatting each other with devilish glares. "At least I have a mate!" Spyro was growling, before throwing a tame paw at the white dragon.
"So?" Grevil hissed back, throwing him another paw. "Just because you can master all four common elements, doesn't mean you can master telekinesis, does it?"
Spyro snarled. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It means you aren't special. And only special dragons can master telekinesis." Grevil waved his tail in front of Spyro and the purple dragon only growled before body-slamming the smaller white dragon, and the two of them toppled to the ground in an annoyed heap.
Grimacing in pain, Grevil spat, "What was that for?" With a grin, Spyro swatted the smaller dragon's face.
"For being stupid to your savior, of course." And with that, Spyro spread his wings and darted to the sky, leaving the telekiesis dragon alone of the pavement, other dragons surrounding him. The white dragon trembled in hate.
"Oh, hello Spyro," Baltimore greeted the purple dragon as he took a seat inside of the empty library. "What would you like me to get for you?"
"And ancient tomb, one written about the Ancient Malefor Wars." Spyro scratched himself, embarrassed.
"Why would you read about that? You always read about battle tactics." Baltimore put on a frown and looked at Spyro.
"You know...Homework," Spyro replied. "Can you show me where the Ancient Malefor Wars tombs are?"
"O-of course!" Baltimore smiled happily before waggling a claw towards a couple of shelves. "In between those shelves. Good luck, with homework, Spyro."
"Thanks," Spyro agreed with a grin as he padded over towards the bookshelves Baltimore had pointed to. The dusty tombs there were thick, probably all detailed information about the things they held inside them. Spyro scanned each of the shelves the librarian suggested, and noticed a thick tomb shining brilliantly on top of him. Spreading his wings to reach it, he placed his forepaws on the book and tugged it off.
The book fell with him, and he easily caught it again, and looked around for any other scrolls, books, or tombs there might be. With no success, Spyro peered down at the book's title, which was layered with dust. Reaching out a paw to swipe it away, he glanced down at the letters, and they read, In the Dark Times of Malefor. Maybe this was what he was searching for.
As he settled down on a table to read, he flipped the dusty tomb open to the first page - the table of contents. The words were barely big enough to see, but he was happy. He looked at the words carefully. And then he found out what he was looking for. In tiny letters, he read, The Malefor Wars of Warfang and Avalar. He had been sent to look for a much detail as he could for the Ancient Malefor Wars of Warfang. Would seeking out Avalar's old battles put on extra credit?
He looked down to the page, and read, Page 386. Turning the tomb's battered pages, Spyro looked at all of the detail inside of the tomb, of Malefor's history, childhood, and other information. He was impressed that they had so much collections and data on Malefor's battle weapons and skills. It even possessed the information that he mastered all four elements and fury power.
Spyro continued to look at the pages, and finally reached his destination. He smiled to himself once he reached page 386, and read all the contained information. He made detailed images of the dragons and dragonesses who had died in the battles, and all of the weapons they contained and the warriors they had and including the old war generals like General Vytig himself. He read on:
Malefor's forces were too much to put on the city of Warfang, and the citizens were pushed back to their own gates. The apes were slamming their fists against the stone floors, and howling their horrible sounds. The Battle of Warfang wasn't going so well. Malefor hadn't come to his own battles, but he was keeping check. The general, Vytig, continued to scan for the fallen warrior, Yturr, with no success.
The battle ended when the general, Vytig, was ambushed and killed by a horde of apes when searching for the fallen warrior. Many dragons celebrated his death, and they elected a new general, General Fstorm, a brave, swift dragon with scales as black as night. The rest of the battles continued, with Malefor's army winning some and Warfang winning the others. But the war went on.
Spyro finished the Battle of Warfang section, and moved on to Warfang's weapons.
Claws - an easy battle weapon
Elements - whom all dragons contain
Teeth - an easy battle weapon
Club - Brought by the extinct Horse Clan
Daggers - Crafted by the Blacksmith
Swords - Brought by the Cheetah Village
Bow-and-Arrows - Brought by the Morvais Tribe
Spyro read until his heart stopped beating. This was totally a good tomb to use, and he was glad he picked one with so much detail, not just a tomb that contained the battles and boring information of their generals, weapons, elements, and history. Picking up the tomb, Spyro paced over to Baltimore, whom was busy with another patient, and had been searching for Warfang's history. As he left, Spyro slapped the heavy tomb on the countertop.
"I'd like this one," Spyro said, cheerfully. "May I sheck it out for a while?"
Baltimore grinned. "As long as you need," he replied, waving a paw to Spyro as he left the library.
Spyro walked down the streets of Warfang, when he heard similar footsteps behind him. Turning curiously around, he couldn't see anything other than a ball of red pounce on him and pin him down. "Done it, finally!" the red object bragged.
"Don't boast, Flame," Spyro growled. "I need to study."
"Aww...Sucks for you, purple boy." Flame grinned. "My homework's all done, just reading a stupid essay from Volteer."
Spyro snorted before padding further away from the ignorant little dragon - more like hatchling, to Spyro's case.
"Doesn't matter," Flame added, "it still sucks for you."
Spyro snarled before edging away slowly. "Leave me alone, would you?"
"Nah," Flame growled. "I want to stay right here."
"Stay here as you please," Spyro spat, "just don't bother me."
"Fine then," the red dragon retorted, "you could've just said so..."
"Really?" Spyro asked.
Flamed nodded. "Like the clap."
Spyro smirked. "In that case, don't bother me ever again."
"No!" Flame growled. "I'm leaving!"
Spyro glanced at the red dragon as he turned down the corrider and was gone. Returning to the department house that he shared with Cynder, he took to flight and left the street to return to the apartment room. Gliding along the street, he angled his body to the right to swoop down to the department house.
He landed on the apartment's porch, and walked right into the room to see Cynder lying on the bed, reading an Ancient Malefor Wars tomb as well. She looked up at him, and a smile was planted on her black lips. "Oh, Spyro," she murmured, dropping her tomb to embrace him, but she shrugged her off and scowled, thinking about last night when the two had argued.
"Cynder," he whispered, as he pushed her on the bed. "Keep reading. I'll read with you. I just got this awesome tomb from Baltimore. If you want to share, go right ahead." He placed his paws on the tomb and pushed it over. "Take a look." Grinning, he watched as she looked at the tomb, interested.
"This is...Wow..." She looked at every page. "So much information...And this was on the shelves? Books like this are usually reserved for tourists or for money, even to rent! All this information about Malefor's childhood and history." She looked up at Spyro. "Did you ask him for this?"
Spyro looked dumbfounded at her words. "Yes," he replied. "But he didn't take it from the back-shelves. It was right with the others, i-in a corner."
Cynder beamed. "Well, good-job finding this one," she praised.
Spyro beamed back at her. "Thank you." Cynder only nodded before pushing the book backwards for him to glance at.
Spyro carefully took the offering and slid backwards to a chair at the other end of the apartment room. He sat down and flipped the pages of the tomb.
Cynder giggled softly when she heard a page of Spyro's tomb tear. The purple dragon groaned when he realized he would have to pay for the torn page. He just heavily pressed on and looked at all of the tiny words on each page. He turned to a page that involved some of Malefor's childhood friends. His relatives were all very evil dragons and dragonesses. He took a closer look at the page.
Howlm - Navy dragon with pale yellow eyes and a heart as black as obsidian. He was born by two wind dragons, which were each a different shade of color. Both of them trained their son to be an evil outlaw. In his teenage years, he met Malefor, and respected the rare purple dragon by teaming up with him. Malefor and Howlm where the beginning of "the group", another name for Malefor's team.
Vernu - Black dragoness with red eyes and three horns on her head. Her parents were smoke dragons, which were both very old in age. The older her parents got, the stricter they were. Her parents' strictness turned the once-kind angel into a red-eyed devil. She was the second member of "the group" and turned out to have a small crush on the purple dragon, Malefor, before she died saving him.
Situs - Red dragon with green eyes and a small, delicate smile. His greediness of laughter and making everyone's lives miserable, Situs decided to pick on his younger brother at a young age. The acts continued, even in teenage years, and every time he pulled a prank, it was worse than the one before. He at first envied Malefor for his popularity, and pulled a prank on him, and Malefor snapped at him, causing Situs to apologize and be the third member of "the group."
Huglur - Dark green dragon with orange eyes. His parents were both ice dragons, which were known for their blue scales. But the green-eyed dragon knew he was different. He fled his family, and moved inside of the school. Around age twenty, he met Malefor at his college and immediately became his friend. He was one of the witnesses of Situs' rude accidently he pulled on Malefor when he envied him. That's when he became "the group's" fourth member.
Ammicus - Yellow dragoness with blue eyes. Her parents were both electricity dragons, but they treated her kindly, giving her whatever she wanted. She was kind, before getting bullied at school by two earth dragons Hitz and Litz. Soon, she was letting all her anger out on everyone around her, but she stopped when she laid eyes on Malefor and "the group" as they walked down the hallway of the college. She was the fifth and final member of "the group."
All of this history bored Spyro. It was probably the acts of Malefor's first friend, Howlm, that made him so easy. But everyone inside of "the group" was alive except Huglur and Vernu. The last three dragons were probably mourning over their lost friend. Spyro set the tomb down on his bookshelf, and the sun was leaving his eyes. Cynder looked up to him on the bed.
"What is it?" she asked, moving over to him more comfortably.
"Oh...I read about Malefor's teenage friends," Spyro replied.
Cynder put a paw over her mouth. "Where they evil?"
"All of them." Spyro sighed.
"Don't be upset, Spyro," Cynder said. "His friends made him evil."
Spyro looked up. "It was either Howlm of his trickster friend..."
Cynder sighed. Pulling a glass of tea from over the countertop she led Spyro back to the bed. "Well, we can't stop Malefor...Actually, we did." With a laugh, she laid down in the bed as well, but the purple dragon didn't seem at all into sleeping with his mate beside him. She watched him get from the bed and open the doors to the porch. Cynder looked up, shocked.
"I'm going to the lake..." Spyro whispered. "Goodbye, Cynder."
"Wait," Cynder asked. "Can't I come?"
Spyro let out a low chuckle. "I was actually hoping you'd ask."
Cynder followed the chuckle with her soft giggle. Spyro spread his golden wings and took flight. Cynder followed him. As he flew, Spyro had a couple of thoughts in his head. Should he go and find the friends of Malefor, so they could tell him about his past, giving him more information than the book did? But his friends were evil dragons, a couple hundred years old, probably mature by then.
Spyro watched Cynder behind him, flapping her delicate wings softly. Dreamily, he fell into flight beside her, and could see a smile pulled onto her lips in wonder. She giggled, letting her eyelids flicker softly, and peered up to look at the purple dragon, who was looking at her as well. With a sigh of relief, the two of them flew passed the trees in wonder, and finally flew down towards the lake.
The two of them were speechless at the sight. The now-rising moon was now high overhead, and it danced on the water's surface. The stars were little twirling beauties beside it, making the sight quite dreamy as the night before had been, other than when the two had argued. Spyro watched Cynder as she padded along the banks, raising her velvet wings and smiling at the purple dragon beside her.
The two still said nothing, and Spyro didn't want the silence to break. Cynder dipped her tail blade into the cool water of the lake, and giggled softly to herself at the freezing tempterature. Her gleaming emerald eyes glanced down into the water, and she looked up towards the moon, to see where it really was, and it was there, dancing up in the sky and waving to all of the dragons below.
The ravishing sight shook their scales with softness. Spyro's exquisite gaze rumbled Cynder's soft heart. The silence of the rising moon danced with her brain, until it swirling in her paws and led her up to the sky as well. But she wouldn't go alone. Spyro would always be up there with her, and all of the peace in the night would be joyful, other than the battles back down in this world.
Spyro could see Cynder there, bathed in the moonlight. The world seemed to light up around her, and he walked up to nuzzled her leniently. The moon was only a short way in the sky. Spyro could hear Cynder's sighs in pleasure at the nuzzle, and she broke away to spread her wings and soar lightly overhead of the lake, skimming the water and chuckling softly. Spyro went to join her.
Then Cynder broke the silence, to Spyro's dismay. He could hear her voice run overhead of the water, and sinking into the skull, his veins, his brain. The echoes of her beautiful tones thudded against his eardrums, wanting her to speak more, in such a light way she wouldn't ruin any moments. But her voice was so lenient that he knew she hadn't meant to ruin their moment at the lake.
"Spyro...I see someone in the bushes..." He noticed her point irritably to a bush, her gaze irate.
"It's fine, Cynder. Maybe it's a bug?" he asked her, looking towards the direction she pointed.
"No, Spyro...Someone's there. A bug or not, I feel watched," Cynder whispered.
"I'll check it out," Spyro offered.
He glided over to the bush, and looked into it. There seemed to be nothing there. But Cynder was used to the darkness, so whenever she saw something nearby he didn't criticize her for what she appeared to be seeing. Departing the leaves, he saw something whirl by his head and face him. There was a gasp from Spyro and a single, musical word escaped his lips.
"Sparx!"
The dragonfly buzzed in the air around them. "Hey, Spyro, old buddy!"
Cynder watched the two from her angle, and flew down beside the two of them. "Where were you, Sparx?"
"Oh...My usual dragonfly business, of course!" Sparx answered politely.
"Such as?" Cynder pestered.
"Watching you guys." Sparx chuckled.
"Sparx..." Spyro mumbled, ungratefully.
"Hey, it's getting dark... How about we go to that cave of yours and catch a wink?" Spark suggested, brightly.
"Fine," Spyro remarked, stretching his wings out to feel the breeze rolling over him.
The morning light woke Spyro.
But Sparx slept on. Getting to his feet, Spyro walked down the down the side of his bed, and nudged Cynder awake. The dragoness' eyes peered open, and her emerald gave fixed on Spyro.
"What is it?" she asked, drowsily.
"Class starts in fifteen minutes," he warned her. "And we have to start writing our essay tommorow about the Ancient Malefor Wars."
Cynder nodded her head, and clumsily got to her feet.
She followed Spyro down the hallway, and adjusted her eyes to the light that swelled before her as she walked into the sunlight.
Cynder was beginning to fall behind, but he pushed her ahead and she limped through the streets of Warfang. They finally turned towards the class building, and were climbing the steep stairs of the tower. They walked into Cyril's room, and sat down on the teal carpet, watching as other dragons had entered the room.
An electricity dragoness, Talloness, watched the two sleepy dragons. "What got you two fixed?" she snapped.
"Slept late," grumbled Cynder, plopping onto the teal carpet.
"Well," Talloness mumbled, "here comes another one of Cyril's boring history lessons."
"Yeah..." Cynder watched Spyro, as he rolled his toes around, waiting for the lesson to begin. "Did you start your lesson on the Malefor Wars?"
"No... There were no more books or scrolls left in the library. Baltimore told me Spyro got the best Malefor tomb." Talloness looked down.
"Yes, he did," Cynder agreed. "I got one of the plain ones."
"Better than none," Talloness spat. "Like me."
"Ugh, stop bawling about it." Cynder sat up straighted and angled her body away from the annoyed dragoness.
Ember walked in, and she was stiff with tiredness and fear. It was probably her detention, Cynder thought as the pink dragoness trotted into the room and took a seat on the teal carpet.
Cynder scooted next to the tired dragoness. "What did Terrador make you do?" she asked.
Ember looked tired - more than ever. "Carry messages around the woods late at night. The worse detention yet!"
Cyril had walked in once she said this. "Ember, class is about to begin," he muttered with a sigh. "Let's get this day through."
He was clutching an old scroll, which he had picked up from Baltimore at the library. He smiled pleasently as he read the scroll aloud. It was about the ancient Ice Dragon Ansestors.
"...The Ancient Ice Dragon Ansestors were loyal warriors to the Ice Kingdoms, far before Warfang or the Dark Master. They were used to freeze their rivals, the Ancient Fire Dragon Ansestors. Some of these Ice Dragons' hatchlings are now today the father's of some of the ice dragons in Zanvior's Guard, such as helping the rebuilding of the Mast Collas, which you should know is the Dragon main tower."
"These fierce, noble dragons were one of my great-great-grandfathers. And I'm sure that you to, Muribios, that your great-great-great-grandfather was one of them as well. You have their blood, their spirit. These noble dragons were a great help in the war of Kazbek, the High Lord. Their help of this war owned them peace in the the Ancient Fire Dragon Ansestors' village."
"One of these noble dragons, named Vtyll, was a curious soul, indeed. He went out on a long voyage to see the other dragon realms, such as the Ancient Earth Dragon Ansestors or the Ancient Electricity Dragon Ansestors. This different dragon indeed surprised the two breeds, and they immediately asked Vtyll who he was and even where he had come from. He of course, replied that he was a ice dragon."
"The villages were fascinated by the best powers of the amazing ice dragons, and especially by Vtyll, he was so great and powerful at his element. He formed ice dragons inside of his ice powers, and they were stunned, feeding him and giving him the goods of his life. The more fascinated village were the earth dragons, for they had never heard of anything quite like ice..."
The bored dragons were glad once their time with Cyril was over, and they were moving on to Terrador's battle classroom. Their hopes were now high. Spyro noticed Flame and Vendall moving about the battle tower.
"Listen up!" Terrador called, and immediately everyone fell silent. "Today you will pick a partner, and learn the new kind of battle move, which is known as Mettalguis, today."
Spyro and Cynder paired, Flame and Vendall paired, Ember and Talloness paired, and several other dragons paired.
"Now, you will begin by spreading out your wings and taking to the sky. While in the air, you and your buddy will try to avoid each other elements a paw swipes. Whoever strikes their enemy first, will be able to do the Mettalguis, and to do that you must take those beautiful horns and slam them into your opponent's chest, stunning them, and take care of the rest with your element or your tail blade. On my mark! Ready, set, mark!"
The pairs rose to the sky, Spyro and Cynder more slowly than the others, who were already dodging their opponent's blows. Terrador noticed the two's falter and shouted, "Cynder, Spyro - Faster, guys." The two barley picked up their pace. Spyro swung first, and he barely skimmed Cynder's arm, but not fast enough to stun her and enabling him to repeat the Mettalguis.
Cynder was much faster - her strike to the head stunned Spyro, and he faltered back immediately, glaring at her. She began to twist, until her horns collided with Spyro's chest, and he swooped backwards and collapsed against the wall. Cynder brought out her tail blade and whacked Spyro lightly. She didn't know whether her tail or their collision had made him grumble so uncomfortably.
However, there were more grumbles in the room, when Cynder turned around to see Ember laying in a pool of blood. Flame took one glance and yelled.
"Ember!"
The dragoness did not move.
How did you guys think of the first chapter? Was it good or bad? It was actually the longest first chapter I've ever made, so... What's up? Well, in a day or two, since it's Spring Break, I will be able to update in about a day to a week. So happy reading! :) I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
Stick around for the second chapter!