Legacy of Spyro: Blood Brothers

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Prologue

(Eight years after Draikor's fall)

"How did they fall so quickly, what did we do wrong?" Zpharah questioned as he drifted around the rocky core of the inactive volcano, repeating a question which haunted him for eight long years.

"Maybe because my father overthought what he thought was him being in control of the Fallen, come on now, do you really expect a single being to be able to control thousands of demon-powered undead cannibals," Nemphis said, Draikor's twisted son who starved for revenge for his father's demise. "Or was it that fact that you did not have your facts straight either?" Zpharah hissed in anger as he charged towards Nemphis, causing the dragon to stumble onto his back as the red glaring eyes of the black mist stared down upon him.

"I would watch your tongue young dragon," Zpharah threatened as Nemphis' face surprisingly showed no fear towards the demon's attitude. "I may not possess any power to kill you in my current state, but rest assure Nemphis, I can crawl into your body whenever I want to and control you like if you were somebody's puppet!"

"You don't scare me anymore demon, not after how easily Namulis cringed under Spyro's willpower alone," Nemphis said as he swung his claws at the demon to give himself some space while standing up off of the ground. "Besides, you need me to open the rift to the demons again."

"We can't open the rift to release the demons again because one of the demons powerful enough to open it is no more, look at what your father created anyway, a world now ravaged by zombified warriors," Zpharah said as he drifted around Nemphis repeatedly. "I wouldn't say he did a half bad job, though this was probably wasn't part of his plan though."

"So, now what do we do?" Nemphis asked as he remained seated in the middle of the volcano's rocky floor, thinking of their next move to get revenge on Spyro personally.

"I don't know, we have nothing to rely on anymore," Zpharah hissed as he looked at the young, anger driven dragon. "We have no army, no alliances left alive or have enough sense to be manipulated by us, and no resources to even begin to prepare for any type of attack. What do you suppose we do if you have any ideas?"

"I did hear of a Mole which has far advanced technology than Warfang, I overheard some of the civilians talking in Warfang while I was trying to gather information for my father before he attacked eight years ago," Nemphis said as Zpharah stopped drifting seemingly aimlessly and turned to face Nemphis with interest. "That was eight years ago, surely he has promoted his technology now, he's to the west from here, off of the mainland on a stretch of islands which line the ocean far from land."

"That is a stupid idea, a pipedream," Zpharah said as he seen no other choice but to listen to Nemphis anyway. "But it is worth a try, alright we'll go, I hope you're right though."

"Again, like you said, what other choice do we have other than to do this," Nemphis said as the two took flight into the early dawn sky. "We have no other plan, this is worth a try." Nemphis then began to grow confident that the solution was within reach, flying faster as he edged onwards to the west in search for the mole outcast.

Chapter One: Blessed Son

The blades of grass danced along the wind's rhythmic tune while trees provided the orchestra melody that made the early day seem perfect to Spyro as he made his way around his cave and property line. The forest may have seemed peaceful, but Spyro knew of the undead "Roamers" which stalked the earth, remains from Draikor's Fallen army which he resurrected eight years ago. The purple dragon longed for the day which he could go without tense nerves while looking for food for his family, fear that a Roamer would pounce on him from behind and infect him with it's pestilent bite.

The purple dragon witnessed an infected victim turn before. It all started with a throbbing headache and the blood felt like it was boiling inside the Cheetah warrior's body. Then, the coldness of the disease begins to shut down all of the body's immune systems, allowing the infection to spread more quickly. The body then begins to die off, simulating death as the host's brain is soon taken control by the sickness, turning them into a ravenous beast which hunts the living for their flesh and blood.

"No food for days, been living off of the reserve food in our home for days now," Spyro thought to himself as he continued to walk around his cave in a circle, expanding his search as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings. "The reserve food is just bread and dairy products; I'm growing sick of having that for dinner every night. We need protein, which means meat, Skyro needs it the most. He's only eight years old and he's already fought a Roamer by himself, I'm so proud of him though I want to do everything I can in my power to prevent him from being involved in violence in this world." The purple dragon, now of the age twenty-six had done well for being a young father as he soon spotted a Roamer.

"At this time of year, the trees and plant life in particular are always at their tallest and bushiest state," Spyro complained to himself as he kept low in the tall grass to remain hidden from the Roamer. "You never know when you'll bump into one of those things…" Spyro crept slowly through the tall weeds and grass, slowly creeping up behind the unsuspecting Roamer. The zombified warrior stayed motionless, moaning and snarling to seemingly no end as Spyro could smell the stench from the undead beast penetrate his nostrils.

"Could never get use to the smell however," Spyro said as he readied himself to pounce. "If one of them manages to screech, more of them will come." Spyro then leaped up from the tall grass and tackled the undead to the dirt, burying his mouth into the ground to prevent it from alerting more Roamers as Spyro buried his right fist into the back of the zombie's head, shattering it's skull as it disintegrated among the tall grass.

"Nice one dad." A young voice said as Spyro spun around quickly in shock as he soon saw his son.

"Jeez son, you no better than to scare me like that out here," Spyro scolded as he looked as his son with a smirk. "And you're not supposed to be out here when I'm hunting for us young dragon, your mother will be upset with me if she found out you're out here prowling around."

"I'm sorry dad, I'm just bored and I want to go see Flare again, her parents are having roasted lamb chops and shredded oranges tonight for dinner." Skyro said as his emerald green eyes stayed fixed on his father's purple eyes.

"Oh, and you know this for a fact, when did you speak to Flame and Ember last?" Spyro said as Skyro chuckled to himself and looked at his feet in embarrassment.

"… Only last week, but come on, you know mom missed them to along with you!" Skyro laughed as his father shook his head and smiled.

"Alright son, you win, let's get back inside before-" Spyro said before being cut off by his son.

"Dad, look out!" Skyro screeched as Spyro whipped back around to the snarling jaws of a Roamer dragon.

"Get back inside, I'll be their shortly!" Spyro accidentally yelled out loud, drawing more Roamers to his location as he and Skyro found themselves surrounded by blood drinking horrors.

"Oh no, daddy, now what do we do?" Skyro asked as Spyro touched his son's tail blade with his own.

"Don't get bit for one thing, hold onto my tail, and don't scream." Spyro said as his son grasped ahold of his tail with all of his claws. No sooner did his son do so, Spyro took to the skies is a big blast of speed, leaving the undead behind as he watched a Fallen Dragon try to fly but failed multiple times.

"Um, now what do we do, mom is still inside probably worried sick about you and me." Skyro said, soon completely forgetting what he said as he watched a giant gust of wind knock the Roamers down as Cynder approached them with extreme caution following her attack.

"I'm getting sick and tired of you things crowding around my cave, you're bringing down the abode here," Cynder spat as she whipped her tail blade around to decapitate a Roamer behind her, disintegrating it as Spyro landed with Skyro next to her. "Remind me to kill you later." Cynder said as she and Spyro made a protective stance around Skyro.

"I would make a note of it my dear, but I fear I have lost my pen," Spyro said with a smirk as Cynder chuckled to herself. "I guess this means I will be sleeping on the couch tonight then, right?"

"You got that right," Cynder said as she spat poison at an approaching Roamer from her left while Spyro froze a nearby Roamer with his ice breath, crumbling within seconds as Skyro watched in amazement at his parent's power. "What do we do?"

"Is the cave sealed off?" Spyro asked as he kept tabs where Skyro was by feeling for his body with his tail blade.

"Yes, I don't think we can get back in though, they're coming by the groups," Cynder said as the Roamers began to close in on the three. "We need to get out of here, now."

Spyro thought about their possessions inside of the cave until he finally drew to a conclusion, "Flame and Ember's place, go, now." Spyro ordered his family as he allowed Cynder to pick up Skyro and takeoff first before he took off as well, leaving their cave behind as they flew through the early afternoon sky, sulking in dismay as his stomach growled for food.

"So hungry, I hope Flame and Ember don't mind providing for us as well; we'll help out whenever we can though," Spyro said as he looked on towards Skyro still clutched in Cynder's arms. "I hope Skyro learns how to fly soon, I don't understand why he can't yet. I may have been a few years older when I first flew but I just learned that I was a dragon,that sounded stupid in my head… funny now. He showed good promise yesterday when him and I finally found a place in a meadow where we could see Roamers come before they could reach us, he managed to hover off of the ground for a few seconds until he finally fell, he needs more time."

Skyro thought to himself as he got comfortable in his mother's grasp, "Why can't I fly yet, it just feels like my wings just give out on me when I try to just glide. Did dad have this problem, or mom? It's real embarrassing to watch Flare fly around so flawlessly and I can't even get off the ground."

"This all started with a twisted mind of one of our own kind, just wanting power," Cynder thought as she pressed on with Spyro towards Flame and Ember's cave. "Now here we are, fighting and scavenging just to survive, I hope you're happy Draikor. Now we have to go to our friend's cave to shelter down there with a eight-year-old who can't fly yet and two adults ready to kill anything just for something to eat… I need to calm down." Cynder's anger over the entire situation remained however as she tried to keep a cool head for Spyro and Skyro's sake.

"I know you're angry my love and you have the every right to be this way," Spyro said to his wife as she shook her head with a smirk. "You didn't deserve any of this, but it's better than when the Roamers had a sense of mind."

"Must be pretty obvious how angry I've been lately," Cynder said as Spyro nodded his head. "But three years Spyro, eight years of fighting the same thing day in and day out, scraping up scraps of food just to get by. Skyro doesn't deserve this type of evil. I just hope he doesn't see what happens to the unlucky ones who can't get away with just a bite, let alone what happens to someone who gets bit."

"Nor I, let's just hope that he never has to get into a position where he has to fend for himself alone." Spyro said, hoping that his son didn't hear their conversation, sadly failing as Skyro thought about their words.

"What can Roamer bites do to us dad?" Skyro asked as Spyro looked on forward, soon noticing that they were nearing Flame and Ember's cave within roughly half an hour.

"You become one of them." Spyro simply said as Skyro thought over the answer.

"And what happens if you can't get away?" Skyro asked as Cynder shook her head in dismay.

"You don't want to know son," Cynder said before Spyro could answer. "Trust me, you don't want to know." Spyro nodded his head as the three continued to fly across the daylight sky.

I have lost count by how many days have passed, but I know it has been years since we have last seen Spyro in Warfang. Since the birth of his son Skyro, we haven't seen him, Cynder, or Skyro since. Warfang, the once beautiful city open to all is once again closed to only those uninfected by this cursed plague which has swept across the land. I don't know what to do anymore except go through the daily motions which we have done from time and time again for the past eight years, lock down the city throughout the night, nobody steps foot outside; that is when the Roamer Dragons take flight for some reason which have yet to be identified. Only at night to those winged demons take flight. We just have to survive, to many undead among the land to even travel among the roads, best of luck to any survivors out there outside of these walls. If you do manage to make it here during daylight hours, we will accept you into the city, you are on your own otherwise.

-Terrador

The Earth elemental Guardian closed his journal and sat among the Dragon Study, thinking about the outcome of the world as he replayed the events that happened when Spyro was separated from the demon named Zpharah. The young dragon's face was filled with pain and struggle as the demon was slowly pried from his body, sending the young purple dragon into a kaleidoscope of pain.

"We should have found out how to destroy that fowl being before anyone tried to free it." Terrador thought as he could picture Draikor's sadistic smile spread from ear to ear as he absorbed the demon which caused the utter chaos among the land.

"Terrador." Volteer simply greeted and nodded his head as he entered the Dragon Study.

"Volteer," Terrador replied as he nodded his head to the Electricity Guardian. "Where is Cyril?

"Downstairs," Volteer said as he made himself comfortable in the Dragon Study. "He was praying in the church below us, I think he might be losing his sense of reality."

"He's praying for hope, you call that losing it?" Terrador asked as Volteer shook his head.

"No, I mean he was talking to himself earlier like he was in a play by himself," Volteer said as Terrador flashed a look of confusion at him. "He's losing it Terrador, I'm telling you."

"I'll have a word with him," Terrador said as he exited the Dragon study from his sofa chair. "We have only a few more hours until we need to start thinking about locking down the city again."

"I know, what do we do about food though, our rations are growing slim." Volteer said as Terrador nodded his head.

"I know… we need Hunter to send out another hunting party and see what they can bring back tomorrow." Terrador simply ordered as he made his way down the spiral staircase towards the church.

"This isn't chaos, this is madness." Terrador said as he walked quickly into the church. Cyril sat in the front pews, head hanged low as Terrador approached.

"Who disturbs my peace," Cyril asked as he remained motionless. "Leave me alone if you have nothing good to say to me."

"Cyril, its Terrador," the Guardian leader said as he approached the Ice elemental Guardian. "Volteer is worried about you, what is wrong?"

Cyril breathed in deeply as he kept his head hung low, not wanting to look at Terrador as he said, "I was on perimeter watch yesterday when I saw a group of Roamers were chasing down a young Cheetah, couldn't have been seven-years-old. H banged on the outer gates with all of his strength trying to get in, that is when I saw him. I saw the bite on his left shoulder, I couldn't let him in. Then he looked right at me, those tear filled eyes burned into mine, he was already beginning to turn. Then the group of Roamers caught up with him, he tripped as he tried to run away. He didn't stand a chance as they tore him apart."

"You're blaming yourself aren't you?" Terrador asked as Cyril looked at the green and brown dragon.

"Who else is there to blame but me," Cyril asked as his tired eyes yearned for sleep. "I haven't slept decent for days and that incident didn't exactly help out at all."

"He was bitten, just like you said, it was only a matter of time before he turned," Terrador said as Cyril shook his head in dismay. "The sickness would have taken him over within a few more minutes, would you rather have him in here with us and endanger everybody here, have him haunt this land as a Roamer, or have him eaten knowing that the sickness didn't take him?"

"That is not what I meant," Cyril said as he almost yelled out loud inside the quite church. "A child was ripped to shreds by those things, a child, what has become of our once peaceful land?"

"We can't dwell on the bad things forever Cyril, you should know this," Terrador said as he watched Cyril's face for any type of expression. "You can't let bad things like that bring you down; you have to focus on keeping the ones we can save alive. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah… I understand." Cyril said as he stood from the pews alongside Terrador.

"Volteer and I need you in the Dragon Study, I'll leave you be until you think about what I have said." Terrador turned and began to leave as Cyril stood in thought, wondering what the future would bring as he looked among the carvings of dragons made from gold among the church walls.

"May the Ancestors watch over us all." Cyril said as he began to leave the church.