What was once polluted and dead now escapes through the mouth of the much larger elevation of the Earth's surface, that had risen abruptly from the surrounding area, now has signed an alliance with the small organisms that refer to it as a "home" and have restored it's rightful place amongst the mountains cutting into it like the teeth of an alligator. Although there was another species that had called it home once- dragon's.
Before, that same deselect river lay submerged by the fog, sitting like a graveyard for those who dare try to catch themselves some dinner and those foolish enough to sail down this path of death. As the mountains continued to change, due to the erosion that constantly takes place, the opaque river was stilled to move; struggling to continue on it's crooked path after what it had witnessed. Against the noises of the birds, that are trying their best to welcome the new day, the gentle roars of the scaly reptiles continued. There was possibly thousand's living here, far from an actual home. Now they were forced to flee once again returning to
The baby dragons observed, silently, observed the structure beyond the river and through the clouds; over the ancient, adjacent, narrow, hard piece of rock that pointed north towards the centre of this madness. Beyond this was the chaos bringer himself: a gigantic ship pitched that rolled like a frantic child trashing about the waters of the choppy and wallowing sea. Known for never losing a single battle...
Silent Blade, led by the shady, sinister, cunning, mysterious Grand Admiral Zanaz Salazar. There he stood on the helm of the ship, observing enemy ships being sunk under his command. At the time, the red-suited Grand admiral was known as the 9th most evillest person to live. Every detail of this infamous naval leader was unknown: his birth date, family, appearance, religion, not even his regular grand admiral uniform was traceable. His face was concealed by a crimson helmet, with a black visor on the part of the mask where his eyes should be, so the admiral could witness his success, as he stood there with blood-red cape flowing against the wind. Another ship went down in flames, adding to the already apocalyptic scene.
"Say if they warn the rest of their fleet?" asked the lieutenant.
"Well you know what they say, dead men tell no tales," laughed Salazar. "Or in this case dead dragon's".
"Sir, the last of their forces are being destroyed it looks like it will sink on it's own, perhaps we should let their men die in peace," suggested the lieutenant.
"Men? What men?" the Grand admiral asked, shifting his scarlet helmet towards him. "No, not men- dragons- who have plagued our planet long enough. There is no peace for them, only death". Salazar nodded to him and then proceeded to walk down the bridge, gently humming to himself almost like nothing was even happening.
"Take care of whatever remains!" ordered the lieutenant.
The fang-white mountains continued brooding and looming over the Silent Blade as it prepared to leave the nightmare behind. That same rock that pointed forward continued to do so, only this time as a ghost, a silent observer of the snowy mountains and the former captain's that once sailed through this landscape.
On tiny dragon went over to the edge and glared at the river. Chills ran up her small leg's. Not long before it had been a chaotic night sky, but now at sunrise the air vibrated with rhythmic pounding of the waves. She had not been expecting the blue to so closely reflect the sky. The water, deep and cold, had returned to it's former glory. In places, the layer of deciduous forest, resplendent in golden hues, came right to the water's edge, joining the mountains that now were happy to lay in great line like the spine of land. It was as if long ago they were a great beast, only to lie down one day and never get up. Perhaps the beast fell into an enchanted sleep, perhaps its soul was still in there. Curling her tail, she rested, viewing the downfall of another beast.
Silent Blade continued pummelling earthwards, vanishing under the water, which cursed the evil Grand Admiral and his wretched ship to be trapped in it's mystical might for all eternity. What had happened? A question that plagued the mind of the little girl, while the plague of Salazar disappeared and was replaced with a feeling of warmth, now that the sea was free from the Devil and returned to being a heaven for the inhabitants and a dead man's chest or those aboard the destroyed warship and it's victim's.
Cynder woke up with a scream. She was having another nightmare, which was now becoming a regular thing for her ever since Spyro freed her from the Dark Master's curse. Speaking off, she couldn't believe how generous and accepting the purple dragon was, especially considering all she put him through as the Dark Master's puppet. The only thing, aside from her conscious, that would make her feel guilty was that annoying, small insect Sparx. How could he and Spyro possibly be related?
She looked around her chamber and saw nothing but darkness, although the stars and moon above lightened up the surface.
"Are you ok, Cynder?" asked a familiar voice. She turned to see Spyro. "I heard you scream".
"Wow am I really that loud?" snickered Cynder.
"How do you think I always knew you were about to attack me?" returned Spyro, laughing.
Cynder remained silent for a bit. She wished that Spyro wouldn't mention her time as being evil because the fact that he was so nice to her despite this was unbearable. It would add to the guilt she already felt.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of, you know" apologised Spyro.
"It's fine, I was just lost in thought for a minute" said the black dragoness.
Spyro stayed for a couple of minutes, as they both walked towards the balcony and admired the night sky. Cynder found herself staring at her purple friend for a long time. Thinking about her past made her wonder about his. Sure, she already found out Ignitus saved him from death by sending his egg down a river and Sparx's family found and raised him but who was in charge of such a rare purple dragon.
"Spyro?" asked Cynder.
"Yes?"
"I don't want to bring up a sensitive topic or anything but, do you ever wonder where your real parent's are?" she asked.
"My real parent's? I hadn't thought of that but Ignitus said all the eggs but ours were destroyed in the Year of the Dragon so my parent's clearly weren't there" he replied, rather quietly. "I wish I did know though. Although if I'm a rare purple dragon, what were my parent's?"
They both remained quite for a moment. For young dragon's, their lives weren't exactly as wonderful as it should be. In fact it wasn't at all.
"So what about you?" asked Spyro after a while. "Do you remember anything from before the Dark Master corrupted you?"
"As soon as I hatched all I remember is the powerful and evil forces going through me, repeatedly, day after day" answered the black dragoness. "I remember Gaul saying that my parent's died trying to protect me from the Guardians, but I was too small and stupid to know what any of that meant".
Changing the subject, Cynder asked if his powers had returned yet, but Spyro confirmed he had no such indication that they had.
"Maybe you should get some more sleep, that'll help you regain some strength" Cynder suggested.
"Maybe" agreed Spyro. "You gonna be ok by yourself?"
"I'll manage" said Cynder, returning inside.
"If you want you can sleep under the stars on this amazing platform I found; you can see the whole night sky" he offered.
"Nah I'll be just fine here, don't want to make Sparx's wet himself".
Two adult dragons were zooming through the sky, carefree.
"Woo hoo now that Cynder is history we can fly all we want!" cheered the blue one.
"Time to test my wings, race ya!" challenged the green dragon.
The two raced towards an area of ocean, covered with mist and fog. Flying lower, they saw what appeared to be a shipwreck, half drowned and half above the water.
"Eh what's all this?" wondered the blue dragon.
"Cynder?" guessed the green one, as they soon saw two more burning ships, sinking into the huge ocean.
Suddenly, the shipwreck began moving! It lunged out of the ocean and revealed itself. A ghost ship!
"This is bad lets go!" urged the green dragon. "Huh?" He turned to see his friend had vanished. Just then, a massive electric wire shot out from the ship and electrified the dragon, making him fall into the ocean.
He barely managed to swim upwards, where he saw the menacing warship itself. Glaring at the words on the back of it, he soon realised the horrifying truth. Silent Blade.
The ghost ship turned around and under the command of the terrifying leader at the helm, it unleashed all it's cannon fire on the poor dragon.
"You monsters!" roared the helpless blue dragon.
The ghost admiral moved his troops aside and approached him.
"Cynder?" he hissed. "You are Cynder?"
"Heck no, nor do I want to be!" denied the dragon.
"Where is she!?" the ghost demanded.
"And who are you?"
"S-Salazar" he croaked.
The name made the dragon freeze. Stories existed of a powerful tactician, Grand admiral Salazar, a mysterious man who purged the world of dragon's until the last few escaped to the Dragon realms.
"I d-don't k-know" stammered the dragon.
"Hm that's not much use to me is it? Very well kill him".