Legacy of Spyro: If Tomorrow I Die

By: VanishingPointRacing

As promised, the second part of my Legacy of Spyro series brought to you with a heavy hearted writer. As you read this next installment, allow me to say that I have been broken and beaten as I struggled to write this through my losses. Lauren Blaine Pauly was a friend I will never be able to, nor try to replace and will always be in my heart as she finally got me to open up and write what I felt. Please write a review as I finish the third part. Anyway, as promised, Legacy of Spyro: If Tomorrow I Die.

Prologue

(Present Day)

The cold winds from the south mixed with the sour taste of his own blood as Spyro lay motionless next to the pain filled, motionless Cynder. The events of the past twenty days coursed through his mind as Spyro struggled to stay conscious after the beating which he received from the black dragon before him. The bruises which he received from the dragon under his eyes and on his cheeks felt numb to the touch while the lacerations over his arms and chest burned like coals as Spyro barely lifted his head to the dragon, feeling the sting of a thousand needle-like pain spots as he coughed blood. His vision was blurred and his ears ached from the blasts from his enemy's attacks as he decided to lay motionless and let whatever happened in the next minutes happen.

"So, this is it huh, this is what death feels like?" Spyro sputtered as the dark dragon glared with hate filled eyes towards him.

"No Spyro, your death will be choked away from you as your beloved watches you die." The dark dragon said as he walked cautiously towards Spyro.

"Come on, he needs your help," Cynder thought as she watched the dragon shift towards Spyro who lay in agony. "Pull yourself together, ignore the pain. Fight it, embrace it, become it. Pain is temporary, loss of him is forever." Cynder tried to lift her broken body from the ground with little success as the pain from the embracement spell held her down as if she was pinned to the rocky surface, hopeless as she watched the dark dragon lift Spyro with one hand from the earth by the purple dragon's throat.

"I can't feel my legs," Spyro thought as he felt the soft tingle of what little blood reached his head as his limbs began to go numb. "Getting harder to breathe, he's going to choke me to death. Asphyxiation huh, I guess this is how I am going to die. Funny, I wanted to die with Cynder together, I guess that won't come to pass."

"Any last words before you draw your last breath?" The dark dragon mocked as Spyro's breathing became more short and wheezy as the dark dragon tightened its grip.

"I only wish you die slowly and painfully to know what it feels like to lose everything…" Spyro's words were lost as his eyes became unbearably heavy, finally lapsing into death.

"No, not him, it should have been me!" Cynder yelled as she watched her husband's body fall to the ground with no effort to stop his fall, signaling that the great purple dragon was indeed dead.

Chapter One: Love in Harmony

(Twenty days prior to Spyro's death)

"Hey Spyro, do you have a minute to talk?" Volteer, the Guardian dragon of electricity said as he landed outside of Spyro and Cynder's cave. The dusk filled skies and cold chilled wind settled over the land as Spyro was desperately eager for sleep after his hard day hunting for dinner as he turned towards Volteer.

"Can it wait until tomorrow Volteer, Cynder and I were about ready to head for bed," Spyro said as his ears still buzzed from the wind cutting through them as he flew all afternoon for sheep with little success. "Besides, we were heading for Warfang tomorrow anyway for food and to check on the citizens."

"I suppose it could wait until tomorrow," Volteer said as he turned away from Spyro. "Just be hastily though, there will be a trial tomorrow morning for a murderer and Terrador would not want to waste too much time after the sentence has been made for the dragon."

"Will do Volteer, goodnight now, we will come to the city hall tomorrow," Spyro said in an exhausted voice as he shoved the boulder sealing the cave away from the entrance as Volteer took flight back to Warfang. "I swear things were easier before the war than afterward honey." Spyro said to Cynder who was setting the stone dining table with plates of cooked sheep ribs and lettuce as Spyro licked his lips with delight.

"You picked the right sheep to hunt this time, all of this meat cooked nicely with little fat." Cynder said with a smile to Spyro's lightened eyes which begged for the tasty morsel which lay before his plate.

"Man this looks great," Spyro said as he licked his lips in delight as he sat himself down at the table. "That sheep didn't smell this good when it was alive!" Cynder rolled her eyes to Spyro's corny joke as she ate a small piece of meat.

"You're a dork you know that," Cynder said with a smile as she sat at the opposite side of the table from Spyro as the two enjoyed their meal. "By the way, you never finished you're story about you and Malefor at the Volcano of Cripyro last night." Spyro swallowed slowly at his father's name as he remembered he alone killed the dragon which haunted the land for many years.

"We fought merciless and with good reason," said Spyro as he was halfway done with his meal. "I remember the lightning seemed to rip through the skies among us as we couldn't stop throwing blow after blow at one another. The pain made us feel alive as we know it might be the last physical feeling we might feel to let us know we were not only fighting for our own lives, but we were fighting for our destinies. I could feel my heart burn with the fire of hatred and my blood was chilled with the feeling of fear of death. The adrenaline kept me focused while my courage kept me going as I forced myself to keep fighting against him. When I finally impaled his heart with my tail blade, I knew I had won, but I lost everything when he said he was my father. Let it be known that I killed him with the feeling of remorse afterwards."

"Think of it this way honey, he would take great pride knowing that you stood for what you believed in." Cynder said as she too was halfway done with her meal.

"Yeah, you're right; even if he was still clouded by corruption until his last breath he would know in death that I stood for what was right," Spyro said as he finished his dinner and stood from the table to place his dirty dishes in the stone sink which he crafted with his earth element a long time ago. "I'm going to lie down and try to sleep; will you join me in a while?"

Cynder gave him a quick, seductive look as she said, "Yes I will, let me throw these in the sink and I'll catch up with you." Spyro smiled at her with a smoother look as he knew where she was heading. For over an hour, the two talked about random things in bed until Spyro suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and looked towards Cynder with loved filled eyes.

"Do you know how lucky I am to have a dragon like you?" Spyro said as he kissed Cynder on the forehead which she loved dearly.

"You wouldn't know how lucky I am to have a dragon like you either." Cynder said as she kissed Spyro back on the lips and held firmly to his shoulders.

"So, what time of day do you suppose we should leave to War-" Spyro was cut short by another one of Cynder's kisses as she refused to allow Spyro to finish his sentence.

"Are you going to spend time with me or talk me to death honey?" Cynder said while climbed on top of Spyro, her voice sounding more seductive and sexy than before as Spyro pulled her head in slowly for another kiss. The kiss sent wave after wave of passion and lust through the two as Spyro felt he was among the clouds. Cynder couldn't resist Spyro as she brushed her hands over Spyro's tone chest and arms as the two explored each other through the night. They fell asleep together in arms as the morning which lay ahead of them took it's time slipping into the eastern sky which shone like a jewel under light.

Early in the morning, Spyro quietly made his way outside of his cave to practice using Convexity for the fifth time that week and failed.

"What are you doing honey?" Cynder asked politely as she yawned to the early morning setting.

"I've been out here for over an hour now trying to tap Convexity but I can't," Spyro said angrily as he shook his head. "Maybe I can't because I'm scared of the power…"

"I don't understand Spyro." Cynder said in a confused tone as she stood next to Spyro and rubbed his shoulders.

"Convexity I found has two different sides to it, Dark Energy and Convexity," Spyro began as he described to Cynder the different factors of Convexity. "Convexity is the power I know best and can usually disperse at command. It is my good side, love, friends, family, happiness, purity; anything good can trigger this power if proven strong enough in my mind. Dark Energy is a corruptive power and is very addicting. Anger, jealousy, revenge, rage, sadness, anything bad that can tip my attitude to the edge can trigger this side of me."

"It sounds like it just needs time to gather itself back to strength, you did use a lot of energy when you sent the Convexital wave across the planet," Cynder said as she kissed her husband lightly on the cheek. "Give it some time; you'll only be afraid of it as long as you think it controls you, by the way." Spyro thought of Cynder's words for a minute or two until he finally decided to give his practices a break for the day as he headed back inside the cave for some breakfast.

"What news do you bring Volteer?" Terrador asked as he stood among the high balcony of the Dragon Study, located at the tallest point of the Dragon Temple in Warfang.

"They managed to capture him early yesterday morning near Twilight Falls," Volteer said as he landed next to Terrador among the balcony. "He didn't seem to but up much of an attempt to break free though which was odd, he is being delivered by midday, he's being taken by a prisoner wagon being escorted by Lizard warriors."

"What good will a simple cage do to hold back Draikor, he's sly and a somewhat intellectual when it comes to an escape artist, how do you know few iron bars won't stop him from escaping yet again?" Terrador asked as he saw Cyril making his way towards the temple from the ground below.

We managed to talk to a Hermit from the Cheetah village in Avalar to cast an imprisonment spell onto the iron cage so he won't be able to break free unless the Hermit reverses the spell." Volteer concluded as Cyril walked in through the beautifully carved doors into the Dragon Study.

"I've managed to inform everyone not to crowd the prisoner wagon when it arrives; Draikor is a sadistically violent dragon who wouldn't think twice into killing an innocent mole or cheetah if he had the chance to," Cyril said as he closed the doors behind him with his tail. "Also, are we going to have the trial today or shall we wait until tomorrow, and don't forget that Spyro is supposed to arrive today so we can tell him the unfortunate news.

"Let us have the trial today; we will have plenty of time to inform the young dragon of what has become of him." Terrador said as the three Guardians readied themselves for the trial and the dragon that would arrive very soon.

Meanwhile in the city, Hunter had just returned from his long journey to the far western regions of the land which still remains unknown to the inhabitants which knew of his absence.

"They don't know I'm here, must be my hood, I'll show my face when I enter the temple to cease any commotion I'll have in there," Hunter thought to himself as he kept his hands cupped together while walking without haste towards the Dragon Temple. "I'm surprised Spyro is nowhere in sight, must still be spending his time with Cynder while they still have some peace together."

Up at the top of the balcony of the Dragon Study, Volteer notices the tall, shady figure of a Cheetah warrior and mentions to Cyril, "I believe Hunter has returned from his journey… does anyone know where he might have gone to?" Terrador and Cyril both shook their heads as they made their way down to the ground floor to greet Hunter.