[Good News everyone! I made a Fanfic!]
[This is the second installment in a planned four-part series, I started this one first just because it came easier. this is my first fic, so while I appreciate criticism, don't go knocking it because you don't like putting OCs in this and that... it's a fanfic for crying out loud!]
Dawn of the Dragon:
The Rise of Sylythryll Sixxus
It was good tidings; for Spyro and Cynder had returned, and had arrived at Warfang the day before, and their presence had increased the morale of the troops. The Guardians too, were pleased to have their hero back, and were ready to move on with the attack. One particular Guardian, however, was rather worried… a strange dragon had appeared a week or so ago, and the power that he emanated was foreign. He had walked to the city walls; straight through a battalion, not because they let him pass, but because they could not stop his determined advance.
Ignitus stared out of the window of his room in the Temple, meditating on just what was to come. The final battle with the Dark Master he could foresee, just not the outcome… He could not foresee what the future held for the newcomer, even the pool of visions had shown him naught. Spyro and Cynder had yet to meet the newcomer, Ignitus had trouble remembering his name… Sixxus, yes… that was it. Sylythryll Sixxus. Ignitus was shocked when Sixxus approached, a young dragon was a very rare sight, but possible. What shocked Ignitus was the dragons' appearance, which looked close, but not quite like everyone else. Sixxus was black; the few markings covering his body were golden, like his eyes. His wings had razors running the length of the outer edge, and his tail was possessed of a tri-clawed tail blade, which he used as an extra paw for holding the weird devices he seemingly pulled from thin air. As if that was not enough, the dragons' wings folded, not on to, but into his back! Ignitus shook the thoughts from his mind; he needed to focus on the task at hand he scolded himself.
As he walked through the city streets, Spyro and Cynder side-by-side as they walked to the Ruins of Warfang, they saw Sixxus. He was leaning against a building causally, dictating to a small floating sphere.
"…This world, as yet fully unrecorded, faces its destruction. So far the only knowledge I've gathered is that the lands I'm currently in are known as the 'Dragon Realms', and the enemy they face is an 'Ancient Evil'. Yes, this does seem to be yet another generic world, but what can you do? Until more data is acquired, Sylythryll Sixxus, signing off!"
The sphere vanished as it was pushed aside, Sixxus taking notice of the three dragons. Sixxus stared blankly, his eyes glowing with recognition as he saw Cynder.
"Cynder, I almost didn't recognize you, you've grown! How have you been?" Sixxus asked, tilting his head at the other two, and Sparx. Spyro, Sparx, and Ignitus turn to Cynder, who fidgeted from being so abruptly put on the spot.
"Oh, hey, Sixxus… long time no see. I'm… doing fine…" Cynder replied, looking away. Spyro looked back at Sixxus, Sparx speaking up.
"You know this freak? Well, do you have any other freaky friends you kept in touch with since you were evil?" Sparx asked, Cynder cringing at his words.
"Sparx, be nice. We don't know who this is, and insults are never a good start." Spyro scolded Sparx, who rolled his eyes. Spyro turned to Sixxus again. "Just who are you, and how do you know Cynder?"
"I? I am Sylythryll Sixxus. You must be Spyro? Hhmm, well… I can't remember how long ago it was, but we met some time ago. She was running away from her fears, from her past… and Cynder, it doesn't seem like you've listened to my advice either. Stand up for yourself!" Sixxus stated, directing the last part at Cynder with a wave of the paw. Ignitus was startled, Sixxus actually met Cynder before. Sixxus had made a mention of it, but never said it was after Spyro saved her from being the Dark Masters slave. Spyro shook his head, speaking to Sixxus:
"I am Spyro… listen, not to be rude, but we need to hurry! The Destroyer is on its way around the world and we need to open the gates to stop it!" Spyro locked gazes with Sixxus, who frowned, shaking his head.
"I've already checked this place out, in order to open the gates, a series of crystal keys is required, but there is a hidden set as well, and whatever hellish creatures have decided to make this their home have ruined the extra set. It will take too long to do this by yourself." Sixxus looked at the shocked faces of the dragons, their hopes dashed to pieces.
"Wait, what if you're lying? How can we trust you, what if this is a ploy by the Dark Master?" Sparx asked, crossing his arms accusingly. Sixxus shrugged, turning to walk away.
"Find out, why don't you? I'm going to go find something fun to do while you have fun with that!" Sixxus tossed over his shoulder, Cynder calling out at the last moment.
"Wait! We can trust Sixxus. He's… not from around here, I know that much. Spyro, we could use the help, he can do things we can't." Cynder pleaded to Spyro, who nodded.
"Alright, I trust you Cynder. I'm not to sure how I feel about you though, Sixxus, no offense." Spyro conceded, walking into the ruins, followed by the others. Sixxus took into the air once they were all inside. "Follow me, I'll show you what I mean, and I can bring you to the first key!"
Spyro and Cynder took off with Sixxus, following barely as he avoided obstacles with ease of practice, and they… not so much. They flew for only a moment, the place with the locks behind them, and they came upon a different set of locks, which were smashed.
"See? I can fix these; just give me a few moments. This air tunnel will bring you to the first of four keys you need." A vortex appears, and Spyro and Cynder start their mission. Sixxus turns back to the locks, a troll now standing before him.
"Bring it on, ugly."
[please review! now, how about that Sixxus? tune in next time for the next chapter in this exciting series!]