The Darkness of Spyro: Evil Unbound

Written by: DarkSpyro52

*Notes* Hello, fine reader! Thank you for taking your time to come to this event! I will be your storyteller today. Now, what I am about to tell you is very, very LONG! So try not to fall asleep even though that would be hard. Especially since this is a tale of the ages. But enough chit-chat. Let us begin.

Chapter 1: A Game of Hide-and-Seek

Location: Somewhere in Avalar

6:35 p.m.

Character: Cynder

The black dragoness ran through the enchanted forest, her tail slicing apart uncut grass as she hustled to hide. She had to find a place. He was getting closer, she could hear him. I'm never going to find a place to hide. Oh, why did I even agree to place this silly game anyway? Spyro always wins. Next time, I'm not coming here, and I don't care how much he begs me.

"Ready or not," Cynder could hear his deep, maturing voice say from somewhere nearby, "Here I come!"

"Dang it!" spat Cynder under her breath. Dang, he counts fast! I don't even have a place to hide yet!

"I'm going to find you, Cyn!" called his voice again.

Cynder growled and ran over to a couple of old, oak trees attempting to find a place to hide. She purred a little from the sound of Spyro calling her 'Cyn'. That was his nickname to her, and she thought it was romantic. Snap out of it, Cynder! You're going to end up getting yourself found! Curse Sparx for having played hide-and-seek a million times with him!

"Cynder, I know you're around here somewhere," called Spyro's voice. Cynder could hear bushes being pushed aside nearby.

The dragoness still couldn't find a place to hide despite the forest being huge. She dashed behind a tree and stayed put. This isn't a very good hiding place, but it will have to do.

Then the forest went silent for a long five minutes. Not a sound of Spyro. He must have been halfway down the forest digging through bushes and climbing up trees.

Okay, I think it's safe to go out there now. I can hurry up and find a better place to hide. And without thinking twice, she turned around the edge of the tree.

"Hey, Cynder!" greeted the amethyst-scaled dragon who was there to greet her as soon as the black dragoness turned the corner.

Cynder nearly jumped back in alarm. "Spyro! Don't scare me like that!"

"Relax, Cyn," Spyro said back to her, "I was only playing."

"Oh, I know you were. I didn't even want to come out to this forest anyway. You know how I don't like hide-and-seek let alone the outside," growled Cynder.

"And why is that? You cannot be my friend if you don't like hide-and-seek," Spyro said sarcastically to Cynder.

Cynder sighed at the sound of the word 'friend'. Ever since the day they defeated Malefor and Cynder confessed her love to Spyro, he had told her he only thought of her as a friend. Well, that's what I get for falling for the savior of the world when I'm an old creature of darkness...

"Cynder, don't feel so bad. Here, if you really want to, you can come find me this time," said Spyro.

"I don't even want to do that," sighed Cynder, "If someone see me out here with you their going to be pestering me for months."

"Don't worry, Cynder, that won't happen. Even if it does I will just explain to them that I was just showing you around the place. You've only been around this area a few times, remember? How about this is the last time we play this?" asked Spyro.

"Okay, sure," replied Cynder, rolling her eyes, "But this is the last time. The LAST time."

"Of course. Now, go count, and I'll hide," said Spyro as he backed up and ran off.

"Whatever..." sighed Cynder as she turned around and put her face to the tree. And she started counting.

Character: Spyro

Spyro, hearing Cynder begin to count, ran through the forest and looked for a place to hide. He was still thinking about what he had said to Cynder. Crap! Why was I so stupid! What was I thinking saying 'friend' in front of her? Now, I know I messed up.

Spyro actually loved Cynder back, but he didn't want to tell her. That would just cause all of the dragonesses to become jealous and start bullying Cynder. And that wasn't a very good thing. Especially since Ember was arch-enemies with Cynder and would be easily jealous of her.

I hope she doesn't feel upset that I lied about not liking her... But it was for her own protection. Ember would have started a fight if I would have told Cynder the truth. Thank God I didn't...

Spyro raised his wings and took flight. He flew through the forest searching for a good place to hide when he heard Cynder's voice.

"Ready or not..." she sighed in a bored voice, "Here I come. Let's hurry up and get this over with, Spyro. It's getting dark out."

Aww crap! Spyro flapped his wings so hard that he surged through the forest. He was flying so fast that he lost control of his wings and smashed head-first into a large, golden tree.

His body slumped to the tree's base and his tail slumped against the tree's wood. Feeling dazed, Spyro was lying on his back looking around. Then he looked up and saw what he had crashed into.

The large, golden tree towered over Spyro, its bronze leaves rustling against the cool, evening breeze. Then Spyro noticed strange, red markings on its wooden surface. It was hard to make out what the markings looked like, but he could easily make out that there were some words on it. Though, he could not read them. They weren't in draconic language. Some of the markings really stood out though, especially the one with four lines connected at the center like four L's placed together in different directions. What could this thing mean? It doesn't look like it was from the draconic language. Hmm...

"Found you, Spyro," sighed Cynder as she approached Spyro. When she realized that the purple dragon was on the ground, she ran over to him. "Spyro, what happened?"

Spyro shook his head from his thoughts. He looked at Cynder. "Oh, nothing. Do you know what these markings on this tree mean? I don't recognize them."

Cynder rolled her eyes, approached the tree, and took a closer look at the markings. "No, I don't recognize these either. They're not in the draconic language. Not even I can read them, and I know more than fifty languages throughout the lands."

"Ooh, someone's been studying," Spyro said to Cynder, being careful not to show his love to her.

"Oh, shut up," Cynder rolled her eyes and playfully shoved Spyro. "Let's go; the guardians are probably wondering where we are.

"Okay, fine. Let's go then," said Spyro, a bit awkwardly. He rolled over on his belly and stood up. "Come on."

Spyro led the way, Cynder following close behind. He couldn't help but look back at the tree. He gasped as a shadowy, red light surged through his mind. Then there was a shadowy figure roaring to the sky. And in the width of one second, his mind flashed back to normal.

"Spyro, is something wrong?" asked Cynder.

"Oh, nothing. Let's go," said Spyro as he led Cynder back to the temple and out of the forest.

And for a second, it seemed that the tree had just disappeared without a trace.