The Passion of Spyro - Cameron (Cornys) Corns
Chapter 1
Passion's Manifestation
The air shook for what seemed like an eternity as energy rained out of Spyro in tremors of light and element which drew the suspended chucks of broken Earth back together around us. Spyro's energy resources surly should have been exhausted by now, but I could do nothing more than watch hopelessly as he was consumed by the very energy which was intended to bring life back to the millions of creatures. Creatures which meant next to nothing compared to what Spyro meant to me.
My boundaries remained suspended in the air helplessly amidst the thick purple haze. My body felt more like a vibrating cage than anything else. I couldn't move and I couldn't feel anything other than my body's violent vibration. Breath even ceased to pass between my lips, and my lungs didn't even grasp for air, for they had admitted defeat long ago.
Indeterminable voices echoed off of every wall making my ears ring with nostalgia. The feeling was not one of my own, but I could feel its energy coursing through my essence and bursting fourth out of my body in a radiant way just before I thought I would explode from the emotions which they conveyed. Malefor had me channel his energy through my essence like this before, but never had it rocked me through to the core such as this did. There was no mistaking the sensation, but the power was obviously death rendering. Malefor had made it clear in his teachings that such a sensation could only render that outcome.
My life was worth nothing. The world was in-fact better off without me, but Spyro meant the world to me. I could not let this destroy him after we'd fought so hard in order to rid of the world of Malefor's malice.
"Spyro!" I burst fourth with a sudden drive within myself. Disappointment set in as my voice joined all of the others within the vortex. My voice was only determinable by the contrasting connotation which it carried for its few seconds of existence within the chamber. I closed my eyes and prayed to the ancestors that Spyro would heed my call. I had never reached out for the ancestors before this moment quite like this.
A whole new energy surged through me. I was driven, I was powerful, and I knew that I was going to do - what ever it took - in order to save Spyro from his certain destruction. He deserved so much more, but at least it was this that I could do for him. The voices didn't penetrate my ears any more, and I didn't burst with nostalgia in waves, but rather I contained it and emitted it regularly as energy typically was emitted. I could feel what was remaining of it drain fourth from my body gently before it left me alone conclusively.
Finally, everything gridded to a halt. The pulsations stopped; the purple light faded back to darkness, and the air seemed to stampede back into me. Me and Spyro were left in a void in the center of the Earth which quickly was closing in upon us. Spyro's beautiful outline adorned the similarly purple gem which I stood upon.
"Spyro!" I demanded of him, "It's over! Come back with me! You did it!" He was motionless, lifeless, not breathing even though he remained standing. "Spyro!"
He remained there like a statue. I feared that he would melt into the purple hued gem in which we stood on, but perhaps he already had been transformed into its mass. Whatever was about to happen to him and whatever I was to do about it I didn't have much time to contemplate. The rocky walls were closing quickly in around us. The same walls which we had just been attempting to pull together were now unable to be pushed back through any amount of attempt. The Earth its self would soon be our graves if I didn't act quickly!
I called my legs and wings into action long before I was able to come up with a plan. Grabbing towards Spyro with my front paws I grasped him and pulled him free from his gemstone base. His scales were cold as ice and smooth as silk. He still did not breath and he still didn't show any signs of movement.
Through a quickly filling crack I negotiated through the debris field of the former Earth. Around me pieces of dirt, rock and molten magma danced about as though they yearned to become a part of our essences. The shaft that I continued up continually narrowed and crept in closer and closer to encasing us. Escape seemed impossible, as the path continued on as far as the eye could see. My wings were now fully fighting the effects of gravity as it had once again started to kick into full effect some time ago. Spyro was beginning to get heavy upon my arms to the point that they throbbed with the strain his mass placed upon my youthful, feminine limbs.
I cursed my youthful figure and desired my adult form once again along with the strengths which it yielded me. With Spyro's help, my former self would not have allowed Malefor to raise the Destroyer or even begin to become a threat to the world in which we live.
If Spyro would have been there to help all along I would not have had to act as a mere puppet in Malefor's plots, or had to put up with the amount of sexual torturing which I did. Curses that Malefor was able to automatically return me to my youthful figure once I was defeated.
The Earth flew past us just inches away from my wing tips. The melted rocks were scorching the tips of my wings as they propelled us forward. At my bottom side hung Spyro. Still as cold as ice and motionless. His gentle scales were slick beneath my paws and he was holding me back, but I couldn't let him go. He meant the world to me, and in fact, he meant everything to the world its self. Upon his command anybody on this planet should be expected to obey. Each mortal being upon this Earth owed their life to my one true love, and yet I could do nothing more to save him but to flap my wings, hold on to him, and hope for the best.
Even that probably wouldn't be enough though.
Suddenly from below there was a sudden thrust of upward momentum. It tickled my tail, pushed upon my hind legs and pushed in other unmentionable places. The walls continued their encasement of us, but the particles which had been floating about us now propelled us. Upon a quick glance I even noticed that they had began to push Spyro into my grip. Rather than gravity attempting to pull him away, he now was being used to thrust us forward thanks to these strange particles of the Earth.
A light appeared from above quickly, and suddenly it began to envelope my vision. The particles continued to push upon me, and Spyro remained cold to the touch, but at last there was a light.
My wing struck a jagged edge of rock and my wing went completely numb. I felt it crumple to my side devoid of motion and feeling. We spiraled out of control without the thrust provided by the right side of my wing span. The light was still so far away and I no longer had the power to propel myself and Spyro forward.
My body's rotation rendered my grip on Spyro insufficient to maintain contact. His essence left contact with my own. I grasped towards him blindly only to feel my paws rebound off of my own grave.
The light was suddenly much brighter.
A/N: I know that you guys said that I wouldn't remain gone forever. Well, I'll call it a self fulfilling prophesy, because it was only because of this community's continued support that I have chose to return for this brief story (maybe not as brief as planned, but still brief). I hope that you have enjoyed this first chapter and I will announce that the next chapter of this story will be up on or before next Friday, December 21, 2012. Please take the time to review rather you feel that this story is good, bad or indifferent and I hope to hear your comments, opinions and feed back in any case.
As always, thanks for reading, and remember that I couldn't do this without all of your support.
Thank you, Cameron (Cornys) Corns