~Backstage~
Maz: To whoever reads this, beware. It will get graphic.
Latvia: Whopee! I just love it when a story's got all the nasty bits in it.
Maz: *looks at her nervously*
Drane: The disclaimers!
Schonheit: Do we really need them?
Drane: *thinks about it* You know, I don't really know...
Maz: Whatever, let's just get this started already.
Prologue
It awoke with a rumble, the sound of powerful lungs that had been resting for far too long, as they began the process of consuming oxygen once again. It's eyes opened in a flash and it stared into the luscious green that surrounded it. The thing's mind practically burst with an amazing force of happiness as it stood up laughing. It's laughter was one of some one, or something, demented. Like nature had made a mistake, and vomited an abomination into the world. Growling with glee as it squashed a nearby rabbit beneath it's heel; it's purple hide rippled as it engorged itself upon the life-force of the small animal. So not only did the poor rabbit die, it was sentenced to an eternity of pain and suffering inside the monster's black heart. Looking up into the sky, the dragon grinned devilishly, "I'm alive."
Chapter One: Why?
It had been a year since Malefor was defeated by Spyro and Cynder. Flame, a lonely red dragon, meandered down an empty hallway in Warfang. He had always envied Spyro. That courageous little purple dragon, going out and saving the world. It just seemed so unfair that Spyro'd get all the glory, while dragons like him could only sit and watch. Flame wanted a new life; one where he was famous! Well known! Respected! The hero! But he knew that day would never come, and that he would forever be doomed to eternal boredom.
"Hi Flame! Come on Spyro, you're so slow!" Flame easily recognized Cynder's voice. She galloped past him, her shiny black scales glimmering in the sunlight that splayed through broken windows.
"No way! You're just too fast!" Laughed Spyro as he dashed after his love.
Flame sat on his haunches and sighed. For as long as he could remember, Flame has had a major crush on that particular opaque dragoness. Something about her, just drew him in like a fire-fly to a lamp. As his eyes trailed her bobbing form down the rest of the hallway, some one snuck up behind him.
"Give up."
Flame's heart skipped a beat! He spun around and looked into the wise eyes of the great Terrador himself, "Oh, hello Terrador." He relaxed, then remembered what the green guardian had said, and asked, "Give up? Give up on what?"
Terrador motioned towards the gradually fading forms of Spyro and Cynder, just before they went around a corner, "She's attached to Spyro, and that'll never change. So like I said, give... up."
Flame's face burned. Luckily, since he's a red dragon already, Terrador couldn't see, "But I can't give up... My heart is too attached!"
The wise old dragon nodded, "Yes, I've felt the very same thing more than once before." He patted the little one on the back with his gigantic wing, "There's always some one else. Just remember that." He smiled warmly and left Flame to ponder.
The next day, Flame was in the garden when he heard Spyro talking to Cyril.
"Do you think I should ask her to mate yet?" He asked the white-and-blue dragon nervously.
Cyril smiled on one half of his mouth, "Spyro, you're still young. And youth has it's privileges. For one, the ability to make decisions for yourself without confrontation from peers. If you think it's the right thing to do, do it. Otherwise, don't waste your time pondering such things."
Spyro nodded with a cheerful smile at his mentor, "Thank you Cyril! You're always a good person to talk to on these matters." They both made the traditional movement for bidding each-other farewell, then separated in their own directions. Spyro's just-so-happened to be towards Flame.
The red dragon became nervous and tried to act normal while the purple hero he envied so much passed by. Much to his dismay, Spyro noticed him.
"Hi ya Flame! What're you doing?"
He fumbled with the digging tool in his mouth. and turned around quickly, "J-j-just planting some vegetables. That's all. Heh." He was once again blushing, but his red colouring saved him.
"Okay... I don't have the faintest clue to why you're stuttering, but I have some good news for you. If, you're not too busy gardening that is."
Flame quickly shook his head, a surprised expression blanketing his face, "No no, not at all. What is it?"
Spyro grinned, looking at his friend through sly eyes, "You remember how you always used to tell me that you wanted a girlfriend?" Flame nodded, confused, "Well I think I found the perfect one for you!"
The red dragon's eyes perked up, but he kept in mind that what he really wanted was Cynder, "Where is she?" He asked, deciding it would be best to play along.
"Oh, I haven't told her about you yet. She's a pink dragoness... met her in the main hall not so long ago. She seemed your type so I thought I'd tell you about her." Spyro gave Flame a wink, then headed off towards his room with Cynder on the mind.
Flame just stood there thinking. His thoughts were about this new girl Ember, and what she might look like. If Spyro was telling the truth, and the purple dragon had a nack of doing so, then she should still be in the main hall. He took a couple padded steps in the right direction, when he reminded himself of Cynder.
Damn it, why must I be so attached to that beautiful dragoness? He thought angrily.
"Howdy Flame!"
Once again, the jumpy red dragon's heart skipped a beat as he spun to face the source of the new sound. He looked at a surprised Cynder, with her body all tensed up like a scared cat, "Sorry." He apologized, shrinking back embarrassed with himself.
"It's okay Flame. I guess we're all a little on edge ever since that catastrophe with Malefor. Hey, I noticed you giving me the eye at the dinner table, wanna go out?"
Flame was completely take aback! He actually pinched himself a couple times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, "Are you serious! A date! With me!"
Cynder looked at him strangely, "Yeah... why is it so hard to believe?" It only took a few seconds for it to kick in, but when it did, the dragoness couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Ha ha ha! You actually think I'm with Spyro? Trust me when I say this, we're just good friends. I'm completely open to any relationship any guy has to give!"
The expression on Flame's face was priceless. His dream was coming true, Cynder was asking him out on a date! Hopefully, it would be a night to remember, "Yes! Cynder, I would love to go on a date with you. But where?"
That night; Cynder sat beside Flame, her head resting on his shoulder, and her tail entwined with his, "It's so beautiful up here." She whispered quietly into his ear.
"Yeah... you sure are." Said Flame lazily.
She looked at him with her eyes, not moving her head from it's spot on his neck, and giggled, "I was talking about the view, silly."
"Oh, heh heh. My bad."
The couple sat there at the top of Warfang's tallest tower for a few more hours before the bell rang for curfew, "I guess we should get to bed now before the guard comes and arrests us." Joked Cynder playfully.
Both of them went perfectly silent as their eyes met, "Could we do this again sometime?" Asked Flame.
Cynder nodded, "Sure."
Laying there under the moonlit sky, the dragons could practically feel the romantic energy flowing between them. All Flame could see was her bird-like lips as he closed in for a kiss. Cynder foresaw this happening, and joined with him in the movement. Eventually their mouths collided, and both young dragons shared their first kiss with one-another. It lasted over half a minute, as neither one wanted the feeling to go away. Cynder wanted to go further, and urged her tongue into his maw. He took it in his, and they moved so that Flame was on top of her.
When they separated, Cynder giggled, "You do realize where you are right now?"
Flame nodded and he looked along her scaly chest as it raised and lowered beneath his own, "Yes... and I love being here more than anywhere else in the world."
The dragoness couldn't contain herself any longer, she embraced the red male in her wings and ground her hips against his continuously. Flame humped back, feeling the sensation right up in his very soul. Since they had just begun, both dragon's organs hadn't un-sheathed themselves yet. But Flame's was just on the edge. It only took one more thrust for his hormones to take the hint and uncover his tool.
"Oh my god! Flame!" Cynder was surprised! She had never expected it to feel like it did. His extension was poking into her crotch, begging for entrance. She giggled nervously and stopped moving, "Not so fast Flame."
Flame, overcome with heat, asked, "Why?" While sniffing and nipping at her neck.
"Think about it!"
He did, "Oh, sorry." The red dragon got a hold of himself and got off of Cynder, letting her roll onto her paws and stand up.
"It's not your fault. I understand. Now, like I said before all of this, we should get to our rooms."
Flame lay down on his bed wearily. He was angry at himself for letting his emotions get the best of him. Turning over, the red dragon dug his sharp claws into one of his pillows. He loved her, that much was evident, but what was it for? Her looks? Her personality? Her scent? He had no clue. And as long as that stayed the same, he would never truly be with her. Wanting help, Flame called out the chronicler by sleeping with him on the mind.
Flame woke in a vast expanse of darkness, "This isn't how I usually see you... wherever you are." He looked around for Ignitus, but could only find black.
"Oh, but you've never seen me before, so how could you know?" The voice echoed in the red dragon's ears. Almost like it came from all around.
"Who are you! Where are you!" Flame spun around in a circle, searching for a body to match the voice with.
"I'm everywhere, yet nowhere. I'm inside you. I'm inside everybody!"
"That doesn't tell me anything!" Flame became irritated from the taunting tone of the voice.
The voice refused to answer his question bluntly, and slowly grew in volume, "I am hate. I am anger. I am the reason you kill to eat! I am destruction! I am death! I am remorse! I am guilt! I am anguish! I am pain! I am suffering! I am lust!" The last one he or she said, Flame couldn't tell since it was so distorted, had a tinge of knowing in it.
Flame became furious, "Just answer me!" He screamed over the jumble of words floating around.
The voice went silent, then started again, sounding content and amused, "I am Malefor."
Suddenly Flame woke up in his bed, sweating like a dog. All of his claws were dug into the mattress he lay upon, his teeth were clenched, and his throat felt like he had just won a screaming contest. Flame practically had a heart-attack when the door to his room burst open to show Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer standing there looking worried.
"Is something wrong!" Asked Terrador, a look of fear apparent on his face.
"We heard screaming and decided to break open the door." Explained Volteer sheepishly motioning towards the broken hinges.
That would explain the feeling in my throat. Thought Flame.
"No... I'm fine." The red dragon made a mistake. He lied. And the guardians were notorious for seeing right through liars.
"No you're not." Stated Cyril strongly. It took the white eldest a couple seconds, but he examined the surroundings and nodded solemnly, "You had a nightmare didn't you."
Flame hung his head, ashamed, "Yes. I'm sorry for waling you all up."
"It wasn't just any ordinary nightmare." Interrupted Terrador.
"What do you mean?" Asked the two other guardians in sync.
The green one looked down at Flame with guilt. It looked like he was about to tell him something important, but decided against it, "Flame? What was your dream about?"
The smaller red dragon looked down and sighed. He couldn't remember much, but there were a few key points that he could see as clear as day, "I was in a dark space. No light but me. Then a voice spoke to me. It told me... horrible things."
"Like?" The guardians were intrigued.
Flame scanned his memories, and found nothing but simple words like death, pain, suffering, anguish, and lust. Lust, for some strange reason, stood out the most. But when he thought hard on these words, he couldn't hear them anymore, he only heard names, "Spyro... Cynder... Ember... Sparx..." Then, while the elemental guardians were pondering this strange response among themselves, Flame spoke with a bitter taste on his tongue, "Malefor."
End Chapter One: Why?
Maz: And there it is folks! I hope you enjoyed it enough to review. It really means a LOT to me... seriously.
Latvia: The next chapter will come out as soon as my mate finishes a personal project for a friend. *smiles and winks at Maz*