Okay, so I was playing New Beginning on my DSi (time 30 or so) when I thought of this. And it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. It's Cyril-centric, so if you're a Cyril hater don't read.
Disclaimer: If I owned Spyro, there would be a kick-buttox movie out. But I don't, so there isn't.
"Rawr!" mock-growled an adolescent ice dragon as he pounced on his best friend, Nyxi, who squealed.
"Cyril! Get off!" she managed to say through her giggles.
"Make me," he retorted loftily. She twisted so she was snout-to-snout with him and blew a powerful gust of wind right in his face. Cyril was blasted backwards until he crashed into a rock. He fell to the ground and winced in pain. Nyxi immediately rushed over.
"Cyril! Are you alright?" she asked.
"Gotcha!" he chuckled, freezing her with a gust of ice breath. In a couple seconds, she thawed and shivered.
"Brr! Cyril, don't do that!"
"You're just sensitive," he teased, flicking her shoulder with his tail.
The friends were the most advanced adolescents in the small town in which they lived. They had developed breath powers at an early age, and Nyxi could already glide while Cyril was struggling with the longer jumps. They had been close for as long as they could remember, having hatched at the same time. Neither one could remember a time without the other. There was only one problem...
"Hey check it out! It's Nyxi and Cyril!" snickered a familiar voice. Zapper was a ferocious bully of an electric dragon, and he was far larger than the others his age. He was flanked by Flaima, an elegant fire dragoness, her brother Scorsh, and an earth dragon named Grawel. Cyril growled at the sight, although his heart sped up at the sight of Flaima.
"Aw, it's the little Misfit! What's wrong Blackie, not scared are you?" Scorsh sneered. Nyxi's green eyes welled up with tears, and Cyril stepped protectively in front of her.
"Aw, he's protecting his girlfriend!" Zapper sneered, earning raucous laughs from the others.
"Nobody would want to protect her," Flaima said harshly. Cyril felt something cold burning deep within him, screaming to be set free. He allowed it.
The world turned silvery blue as his eyes started to glow. The bullies stopped laughing, afraid.
Cyril allowed his rage to sweep him into the air, closing his eyes and folding his wings around him. He could sense everyone around him...Zapper, Grawel, Flaima, Scorsh...even Nyxi. The anger was begging to be unleashed, but he forced himself to focus. He would only set it on Zapper, Grawel, and Scorsh. His targets set, Cyril's eyes snapped open and his wings out. Ice spread over the ground and shot through the air, eminating from where he was still hovering. In less than an instant, all three of his targets were frozen solid, petrified expressions on their faces. Cyril landed and stumbled, feeling Nyxi steady him. His head hurt, and he was exhausted. Flaima was staring in horror.
"What was that?" she asked in apparent terror. The rest of the dragons were approaching now, worried. When the ice elder, Frocus, saw the damage, she blinked in shock.
"They were making fun of Nyxi," Cyril defended himself weakly.
"Silence, child," Frocus said. "It seems you have more of a talent than I had realized. You have unleashed an Ice Fury, the devastating attack generally reserved for adults. You do not have full strength, so these children will probably survive, when they thaw."
"But...I didn't mean to freeze them! I just wanted them to stop teasing Nyxi!" Cyril protested.
"No one blames you," Frocus assured him. "But I will contact the Temple...they will be intruigued," she said, limping down the hill. The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only Cyril, Nyxi, and Flaima.
"How did you do it?" Flaima asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"That was the most spectacular thing I've ever seen!"
"I froze your brother."
"Well yeah...but still!"
"Umm...I'll just be going," Nyxi muttered awkwardly, getting a running start and gliding down the hill. Cyril turned back to Flaima.
"So...would you consider maybe..."
"If you're trying to ask if I'll go out with you...yes," Flaima interrupted. Cyril let a goofy grin spread across his face, then he and his girlfriend trekked towards the town.
Two weeks later, a fire dragon came to the town and disrupted Cyril's perfect life with news of a war with a great purple dragon who called himself Malefor the Dark Master. He called all dragons between the ages of fifteen and one hundred to be soldiers; under fifteen were too young and over a hundred were too old. And, Cyril's terrible stroke of misfortune, he had turned fifteen the day before the recruiter arrived. Flaima was still fourteen, so she would escape the battles. Nyxi, however...
Now they were tromping over the rough ground, following the recruiter to Warfang. Cyril was beginning to lag behind when he tripped, only to be caught by a pair of paws.
"You should express far more caution, care, balance—"
"I'm fine, thanks," Cyril interrupted the list of synonyms and looked at his rescuer. His first thought was, Oh ancestors it's Zapper! but it was simply an electric dragon.
"I believe introductions would be proper, polite, considerate—"
"I'm Cyril," Cyril cut him off again.
"Volteer."
"Cyril!" Nyxi called, clearly searching for him.
"Over here, Nyxi!" Cyril called. When Nyxi appeared, Volteer looked at her in shock.
"An obsidion and fushia dragoness? Stupefying, magnificent, majestic, incredible, mystifying, unbelievable—"
"Volteer, this is Nyxi. Nyxi, Volteer," Cyril interrupted...again.
"Pleasure to meet you," Nyxi murmured.
"Splendid, wonderful, spectacular—"
"Can you stop with the synonyms, already? Ancestors this is annoying!" Cyril moaned. Nevertheless, he marched on in silence, listening as Volteer and Nyxi struck up some sort of intelligent conversation.
"Quick! Hide! Enemy forces ahead, desecrating an ice ancestors shrine!" the scout at front called. The dragons around Cyril ran for cover, but he stayed put, his mind burning. Nyxi stopped mid-stride and raced back to him, accompanied by Volteer.
"Cyril, what's wrong? We have to hide!" Nyxi exclaimed.
"Didn't you hear, Nyxi? Ice ancestors shrine," he growled. His blood started to burn with cold fire, and his wings started to itch. He knew he could do it. He took a deep breath and started running, flapping his wings. Nyxi and Volteer followed.
"Cyril, what are you doing? You can't even glide yet!" Nyxi gasped through her pants. Cyril ignored her and beat his wings harder, growling. With a mighty leap, he was off the ground, and his wings were keeping him aloft. Nyxi joined him in the sky, followed by Volteer.
"This is crazy, insane, stupid, thrilling!" Volteer bellowed as the wind rushed by. Cyril did nothing to stop the synonyms as he propelled himself towards the sounds of destruction.
Sure enough, there were apes, hundreds of them. At least five hundred soldiers, two hundred disciples, and a hundred leaders. Cyril felt a tremor of fear deep within his heart. Was he ready for this? Then one of the leaders threw a bomb at an altar statue, making the head blow off. The apes erupted into raucous laughter, and Cyril flashed back to the bullies mocking Nyxi. He knew he was ready, and dove straight in, breathing ice on every ape he flew over until he landed in front of the statue, stumbling over his own tail. Volteer crashed beside him, and Nyxi gracefully landed on his other side, blasting a wave of fear at the advancing apes as Cyril and Volteer stood.
"So you will be the first dragons to die at the paws of the 85th Troop of Malefor the Dark Master? So be it!" a huge ape snarled.
"You take care of the troops! I'll get him!" Cyril snarled, crouching to build up his muscle power before pouncing and extending his wings to glide over the apes, blasting his ice breath on all those foolish enough to remain below him. When he came down, he slammed his claws into an ape's chest and did a tail sweep to make room before pounce-gliding again, sailing closer to the giant ape. He heard zapping electricity and shrieking apes behind him, evidence that Volteer and Nyxi were holding their own. The huge ape finally realized his eminent doom when Cyril sprang for his neck, unleashing a hail of ice bullets just before impact. The ape was struck full in the chest, but still dodged Cyril's claw strike and swung his mace in a ferocious swing that sent Cyril flying against the wall of the shrine. Undeterred, he charged the ape again, shooting more ice bullets. When the mace came down at him, he leaped to the side and rolled away from the swing before rocketing more ice bullets at the ape's head. The ape roared and shook his fist before running in the opposite direction. Cyril gave chase, wincing with every stride. The ape leaped atop a rocky ledge and hurled a boulder at Cyril. Cyril shattered it with ice bullets and dodged the debris before firing more ice bullets at the ape. He spotted a path up the cliff and began making his way towards it while the ape threw another boulder, which Cyril dodged. He began running up the path, pausing every so often to shatter or dodge a projectile. When he reached the top, a blow from the ape's mace sent him flying back halfway down. Wincing, his whole body burning in pain, Cyril charged back up the slope and unleashed ice bullets at the ape, who shrieked and dropped his mace. Upon attempting to fire again, however, Cyril found that he was quite out of breath. So he called upon his reserve.
Allowing that familiar fury to fill him, he rose and focused on the ape. His eyes and wings snapped open, ice was everywhere. When he could see, the ape's sneer was frozen in ice. Cyril limped over and struck it with his tail as hard as he could. After a moment, a crack spread from the point of impact. Then more cracks webbed the surface, then more, and more, until the frozen ape finally shattered. Cyril snarled ferociously and was about to grin in triumph when a sound floating towards him from the battlefield made him charge back into the fray, heedless of the pain as he struck apes with his head, fangs, shoulders, claws, and tail until he reached where he had left his friends. Sure enough, Nyxi was crumpled on the ground, bleeding from large gashes all over her body. Volteer, standing over her protectively, was firing electric arcs into the crowd, but he was clearly injured and tiring. Cyril bolted forward and stood beside them, facing the apes.
"What happened?"
"Leader threw an explosive at the statue. Enormous quantity of debris resulting from the explosion struck Nyxi on the head and stunned her. Soldier clawed her throat," Volteer panted, not listing as many synonyms this time.
He must really be tired, thought Cyril as he joined Volteer's assault on the advancing apes. It became a blur to him. Fang, head, claw, tail, shoulder, tail, head, claw...he turned into a machine, lashing out at the enemy while struggling to avoid the blackness that threatened to overwhelm him. The apes were slowly gaining ground, and as a blast of magic from a disciple's staff sent Cyril crashing to the ground, he fought to keep his eyes open. Volteer hit the ground beside him, and a leader prepared to throw a bomb.
"Nighty-night," the ape mocked in a guttural growl.
This is it, Cyril thought to himself. Then a rush of wings filled his vision, and an adult ice dragoness was rearing up between him and the apes. Cyril saw ice everywhere, ice bullets and breath froze the apes and the flying bombs. The dragoness charged into the midst of frozen apes and swung her tail, shattering them and sending them flying. She crushed them beneath her paws, crunched them between her fangs, hurled them as far as she could until there were none left. Then she turned to Cyril and smiled kindly.
"Your actions filled me with shame, young dragon. You had the courage to save the shrine to our ancestors while those older than you cowered in fear. And your friends...not even ice dragons...they assisted you. Forgive me for my actions," she said with a slight bow. Cyril, slightly overwhelmed, was confused.
"What?"
"You have the heart of a Guardian, young warrior. You need training, yes, but your soul is brave and noble."
"Will you teach me then?" Cyril asked.
"I would be honored, young..." the dragoness hesitated as she searched his eyes.
"Cyril," he said. "And may I have the name of my mentor?"
"Iysilia. Let us return to the others," she said, crouching. Cyril nudged the now unconscious Volteer and Nyxi onto her back before flexing his aching wings, testing their strength.
"I can fly back on my own," he declared. Iysilia nodded approvingly and leaped gracefully from the ground at a standstill. Cyril glanced around, then remembered the collapsed shrine walls. He ran towards one if the rubble piles, leaped atop it, and hurled himself up and slightly backwards, twisting right side up as he flapped his wings powerfully and gained altitude, following Iysilia back to the rest of the recruits.
I know it was short...the first chapter often is. It just explains Cyril's beginnings, how he met Volteer, why he loves his ancestors so much, Nyxi, his first teacher, and his entrance into the army. Please review and tell me if I did okay.