The Legend of SPYRO:
Malefor's Curse
Chapter one:
The After Math
The cold breeze blew, carrying stray leaves along with it. Clouds littered the sky just enough to keep the sun's blinding rays at bay and the trees, although barely containing any leaves left, still stood proudly overlooking two limp figures sheltering beneath its mighty oak limbs.
One was stretched out in an awkward manner that didn't look the slightest bit comfortable but a content sigh that emerged from the creature spoke otherwise.
This sound started the other figure nearby, who lazily glanced over and rolled her green eyes. She reached forward with her arms, fully extending the claws as far as they could go, hearing silent pops from her spine. She sat up and stretched her wings, waking up from their sleep.
"Spyro… Spyro…wake up…"
The purple blob that was stretched out groaned but remained where he was. The dark dragoness shook her head and gracefully walked over, grinning mischievously.
"Aw, you look simply heroic, poised ready for battle." She gently nipped the side of his neck, resulting in a slight shiver. Spyro shot upright in fright.
"Cynder, you know I hate that!" Cynder giggled.
"Well you should've gotten up earlier. Sleeping beauty is still out, do you want to have the honours?"
"Very well. Sparx, hey Sparx, time to get up." The glowing dragonfly was perched on a thick leaf, curled up with another leaf on top to keep his body temperature in.
"…neah….hzzzzz…ladies, ladies! Plenty' a Sparx to go a…round…nzzzzk..." The two suppressed their giggles as Spyro nudged his brother gently with his cheek.
"Alright Sparx, rise and shine!" With a very soft breath, a mist cloud appeared and slowly floated over Sparx, who shot up, squealing like a girl from the sudden cold. The two chuckled even as the glowing bug glared at them.
"So the she-dragon's talked you into bumping me off, eh?" He asked suspiciously, crossing his arms. "What where you two up to anyway? Did you beat the evil Mary?"
"It's Malefor." Spyro corrected as Sparx shrugged.
"Whatever, so is he gone?" They nodded.
After Spyro used his powerful bloodline to bring the planet back together-well, almost, he and Cynder flew through the sky, cheering with joy at their near-impossible victory.
It happened to be a coincidence that they encountered Sparx, who wondered on his own chasing butterflies. Imagine his shock when the two land in front of him alive and well.
They had spent the entire day resting underneath that tree so all three of them would have the strength to journey to Warfang, the Dragon City.
Cynder stretched her wings.
"Are we going?" Spyro nodded, kicking off the ground and taking flight with Cynder and Sparx in tow.
Now that they were in the sunlight, above most of the low clouds, he could see the damage they both received.
Cynder's left horn had a slight crack in it, so did the lower one beside it and part of her right wing membrane was torn, how she could still fly, Sparx had no clue but her jewellery was cracked and chipped, the pink underbelly showing a few dark purple bruises that had started to swell.
Spyro had a large bruise behind his right shoulder that was almost black and the surrounding scales had turned a greenish yellow colour near his wing. A large gash ran from the middle of his back that went down the left side of his stomach, leaving three massive slashes that exposed the precious, delicate flesh beneath. The tip of his right horn had been smashed off and his left paw was swollen and bruising. Sparx suspected it hurt a lot since Spyro cradled it close to his body, even in flight.
Author's note
Hi guys! A LOS Spyro story that all of you can enjoy! Sorry it's so short but it's 12:30am here. Anyway, so sorry this took me a while! I had to help out for a while and got distracted but it's finally here! So please review and check out my other Spyro story, which is set in Hero's tale, called Shades of Lavender.