We Play These Games

by Thriller Killer

When mysterious dragoness appeared at the Temple, many questions are yet to be answered. Why is she colored so differently? Who will rise to take the Dark Master's place? But they give a prophecy. They gave us hope. They play these games. We follow the rules. The goal of the game? Survive. And the creators won't allow it. But we can mend the rules to our fitting.

1. Chapter 1: Midnight Sky

We Play These Games

Chapter One: Midnight Sky

She silently stalked through the small village, eyes flickering warily at shadows. Only a few dragons dared walk the haunting streets at this depressed time. Darkness threatened the good people on every side. It was her designated job to stop it. They were one of the forgotten colonies, left to helplessly defend themselves during the war. It was a hard life for the citizens of Mira. No one knew she resided here. No one will know she resided here. Only a hero of the night had saved their lost, dark town. The village was embedded in a clearing deep in the forest, surprisingly near the rich merchant towns of Avatar and Warfang.

A loud, sudden clang broke through her shadowy thoughts in an alleyway not so far from her. The dragoness slowly crept up on it, not knowing what to expect.

"Who goes there?" she ordered quietly yet forceful.

Glinting, red eyes and a low buzz was her only answer. Her purple eyes widened. Grublins!

Whenever there is one, She quickly remembered, there is always more.

"Come at me, mangy fools!" howled the girl, looking for an escape.

A swarm of the ugly creatures erupted as she took a hasty dash into the cool, night air. The ugly creatures hummed after her, out of the dank forest. One destination hit her mind suddenly. Warfang. The dragoness's wings gushed air and she flipped gracefully around so her belly faced the sky. Her mouth charged with a great ball of fire with a Ka-Hiss, and a flaming ball was spat at the grublins. In a mere hour, she would arrive at the presumed destination of choice. No turning back. The past is in the past.

Oh well, I needed to leave the village anyways. Her eyes silently flickered up for a moment to gaze at the beautiful, twinkling stars that mocked her. Midnight sky.

Spyro and Cynder sat quietly down on balcony of the temple, staring up in to the midnight sky. The stars of their ancestors stared down on them, watching the peaceful citizens.

"It's beautiful," Cynder whispered softly. Spyro smiled at her, and cheerily commented "Not as beautiful as you."

The ebony she-dragon slowly placed her dark head on his purple shoulder.

"We're so blessed to be alive," she continued whimsically "Just imagine, we could've been up there, dead and gone."

Suddenly, a dragoness's loud, disturbing shriek jerked both of the lovers up and alert. Following with the shriek, an outline of a dragon shot across the once silent sky, with fire blowing from his or her mouth. Spyro squinted, and saw grublins swarming behind the dragon.

Cynder gasped, and cried out "We have to help her!" More elements exploded magically from the shadows mouth, going through the whole cycle.

"What," Spyro started sputtering, "how did..." But before he could go on, he heard a smacking noise, and saw the figure fall limply out of the sky.

Cynder gasped "Come on!" And dashed down to help what seemed lifeless dragon. Spyro hesitated at first, but eventually flew down to help. When he got down to the garden, Cynder stood open-mouthed over a purple, beautiful, unconscious dragoness.