AN: Alright so this is my first fan fiction story ever, so yeah I hope I've done a good job, so constructive criticism is welcome, and maybe flames (on a lesser degree please!) So sit back and (hopefully) enjoy my story. WARNING: if you cry really easily then you may not want to read this.
THE HEROES' LAST STAND chapter one
It has been nearly been ten years since the destruction of Maelfor, and now once again the dragon realms are back in balance. Dragons have now returned to the realms and now flock the streets. Without the encumbrance of monsters, dragons are now free to explore the world, leading to many important scientific discoveries. Amongst these discoveries were magical wells, each with it's separate powers. One could heal the drinker of any bacterial disease, another could bestow enormous stamina upon the drinker. However, all of these powers were eclipsed by the power of one in particular. The cosmic well is what it was called, able to teleport the drinker to entirely new worlds. Many dragons of great knowledge have studied the well and its mysterious powers. They found that more often then not the well would simply teleport them a few feet away from it, until one test the drinker disappeared as soon as the liquid from the well touched his lips. As soon as they witnessed this the other dragons drank from the well as well, with about as much success as the first tries. The dragons had no idea why the well only seemed to work for one person in particular, but some have theorized that the well's powers were controlled by some other being, a being not known of their world.
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In the past there have been many great dragons who have changed the dragon realms for the better, however the two dragons who unarguably changed the best were Spyro and Cynder. They were the two heroes who defeated Maelfor in the battle which has been named, " The final confrontation". A few weeks after " The final confrontation" they were both married.
They have been married nearly ten years now. They live together inside of the dragon temple along with the four guardians. Unfortunately, during the battle with Maelfor Cynder had suffered a sever abdominal injury leaving her incapable of bearing children. Despite this hardship Cynder and Spyro live with each other in perfect, undisturbed harmony… until now.
Spyro gazed down at Sparx's lifeless body, undisturbed inside of its wooden coffin. Sparx's parents were beside Spyro weeping uncontrollably, as Spyro tried to comfort them. However, it's hard to comfort someone when you yourself are in need of comfort, as Spyro was quickly finding out. He just couldn't stop remembering that terrible scene, his half-brother's body floating in the waters of Dragon Claw Lake, his blood turning the water a grotesque reddish brown tint. However disturbing that might sound it was nothing compared to what Sparx himself looked like. His face has been a face of absolute horror, as if he had just seen Maelfor come back. And then there was his body, covered in hundreds of bloody holes, each had an odd shaped piece of metal roughly one inch size lodged inside of them
. No one had any ideas as to what it meant, they had never seen someone killed in such a manner, but one thing was certain, it was murder. And Spyro wanted to get to the bottom of this, the only clue he had was that Sparx had been sent on a mission about a month ago to explore the new worlds now accessible through the cosmic well. And then this had happened.
"No Spyro you can't, that's insane!" Cynder shouted.
"Cynder, I have to do this! Sparx was murdered and I must find the people responsible, and the cosmic well is the only way!"
"But Spyro listen! If Sparx died in ,whatever world he was sent to investigate, then what makes you think the same thing couldn't happen to you?!" Cynder said.
" He didn't just die Cynder! He was murdered!" Spyro shouted.
" How do you know Spyro!" Cynder countered.
"How else could this happen?" Spyro asked.
" Spyro, we don't even know which world he was sent to, for all we know this could have been normal in that place." Spyro faltered, he had never thought about it that way before. Perhaps there was a chance that this was just a freak accident, but still, Spyro wanted to know the truth.
"Cynder, whether this was murder or not, I still want to know what happened to Sparx."
Cynder wanted to object. She wanted to tell him what a completely insane idea this was. He didn't even know if the well would take them to the right place or not! And Cynder had a feeling that even if they got to the right place, something bad would happen, it was like a voice desperately screaming at her not to let Spyro go. Yet, deep down inside Cynder knew that she wanted to find out what had happened to Sparx too.
"Alright Spyro, if you're serious about going, then I'm going with you." Cynder told him.
"You sure?" Spyro asked. Cynder smiled.
" What, you think I'd rather stay here and let you get all the fun?" She jokingly asked.
Spyro laughed, " I don't think you'd be able to stand one day without me." He said.
" Oh really? I bet you'd be the one to come crawling back, bawling, 'oh Cynder I couldn't do it I need you please come with me!'" Cynder mocked. Spyro sighed.
"You're probably right, I couldn't do it without you." Spyro leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Cynder smiled up at him and embraced him, returning the kiss. They held like that for a moment kissing each other until they broke away. After words, they grabbed some supplies and left their house, walking down the path to the cosmic well.
After a few hours of crossing through the thick forest they reached the cosmic well. It was in a wide meadow, with perfectly green, healthy grass, there were fire flies buzzing around providing dim light. The well itself was actually quite an impressive display. It was about five feet tall with a small emerald roof on top of it. The cranks were made of brightly polished oak and the bucket inside was pure silver.
The liquid inside, was a vivid gold color. It's smell was hard to describe, it was like it was actually beckoning Spyro and Cynder to drink from it. Spyro walked over to the cranks and started to rotate them, lowering the bucket. It filled up and he raised it back up.
"Well, here goes nothing." Spyro said. He brought the bucket to his lips and drank. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted! It was bitter, yet sweet, and at the same time salty. After drinking about half of the bucket, passed it to Cynder and she became to drink too. Then they waited. At first nothing happened. Then suddenly Spyro's insides started to burn. It felt as if they were being spun together by a blender. He was getting dizzy. He felt his legs give out from underneath him. As he fell he saw Cynder fall as well. He wanted to help her but he couldn't move, he struggled to move, but soon his vision failed and his consciousness slipped away into darkness.
