Well after a long time of stopping in writing, I am finally back peeps! It feels good to be back! I took a long break from writing, and I gotta tell you, it did me some good. It got me back in my groove, and really shaved off the stress I've been having due to my school and writing in general. The plot of this story, I have to admit, I really took the time to think it through. Brainstorming was a pain, but I pulled it off. I had fun writing it, and I hope you guys too while you read it.
There may be some plot holes that I may have overlooked, I apologize in advance. I tried my best in making all the canon characters stay in character, but I had to improvise at certain points, since I really couldn't imagine how would they react. This story is rated M for mature scenes that may appear in the story. Lastly, Spyro fanfic fans who are reading this, please take note. I am not a pro at writing so don't expect me to be great because I'm not. Got that?
So with all that said and done, I present the prologue of my story,
The Purple Essence
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my characters. Other canon characters are owned by their respective companies.
Exclaimer: To people who don't like the story, just don't read it.
Chapter 1
Prologue
It was dark, damp and eerie. Moonlight peered into through the craggy cracks at the wall, illuminating portions of the dark cave. The wind howled quietly as it breezed through the dead cave. It was quiet, silent, no sign of life anywhere. It was only until rocks moved at the side, as a being brushed past them, when the silence was disturbed. He moved quietly, on all four paws, his claws audibly tapping the stone floor. A second set followed, and the two of them headed deeper into the cave. No words were exchanged, and their breaths were the sound only audible. As the moonlight gleamed as they passed, their dark silhouettes were illuminated. They were dragons. And it appeared that one was bigger than the other, an adult.
A few moments later, they came into a large crevice, opening up into a spacious circular room. Up above them, the cave ceiling opened up to a cone shape, revealing the stars twinkling brightly as it were the dead of the night. The adult dragon examined the area, looking for what he sought. His companion on the other hand, contented himself to just quietly stand, looking at the ground beneath him. The volcano they were in, had now quieted down. Lava had filled this area before, but now it had seeped back down to the earth, no doubt after the epic fight this place had witnessed.
"Master, have you found it yet?" he asked, his voice stabbing the silence.
"Patience; we will find it. It is here. I can feel it."
And not a moment too soon, a faint glow began to emanate from the ground beneath them. It was of purple color, a hue they all knew to well. It was what they came for.
"Is…is that…?" The older dragon grinned smugly.
"It is," he replied.
The younger dragon watched as the older one glowed, his eyes turning to ghostly white, as wisps of black smoke evaporated from his body. The ground they stood lightly shook, as his Master did his work. In a few moments, a purple glowing light began to melt through the stone floor, illuminating the area they stood in. It floated in front of them on thin air. The master reverted back into his old self, his eyes turning back the way they were.
"How I have longed for this…" said the dragon, examining it.
The purple object glowed faintly around his paws, as he lightly probed it.
"And now you have it Master," said the other.
"I can finally become, what I have always wanted to become. And no one can ever stop me."
"What of—"
"Him? He has been dealt with. Surely that fight between them had left both of them obliterated. The fact as well for his valiant feat of saving all of us is also to be considered. But, now that he is gone, time for me to take my place."
The younger dragon bowed, and backed away, to a safe distance.
Concentrating at the task at hand, the older one glowed once again, his eyes turning to ghostly white. The young dragon watched as the purple object glowed brightly, before moving slowly towards his Master. It melted through him, absorbing it all. At that moment, his Master began to glow a purple glow, the same color as the object. He then began to glow even brighter, before suddenly exploding in a flash of purple color. He shielded his eyes, to avoid being blinded. He did manage to see a glimpse of the purple ray of light that shot above, heading towards the heavens above them. It then dissected, splitting into two, heading angularly opposite of each other. One headed forward, whilst the other headed back. It mimicked a shooting star, though only emitting a purple tail, not a white one.
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Meanwhile, at another side off the Dragon Realms, an aged dragon sat idly, examining the peaceful stars that twinkled lazily against that inky black sky.
"Terrador?" called a voice.
The Earth Guardian, turned his head, and saw the golden dragonfly fly towards him at the balcony.
"You're up late," said Sparx.
"I could ask the same thing. And besides, I couldn't sleep. Something kept me up," he answered. Sparx flew around him, and sat on his shoulders.
"And what is that?" The Guardian breathed deeply.
"A bad feeling," he answered. Sparx looked surprise.
"Really? Are you sure?" he asked. "Maybe you just need some sleep. I mean, Spyro and Cynder just defeated Malefor a few days ago, and you're telling me you have a bad feeling?"
"I wish I could have the optimism you have Sparx. But no, this is something far serious." Terrador's tone made Sparx knew this was something very serious.
"Man, if we're in trouble again, we're really screwed." The Guardian raised a brow.
"You have no faith in us?" Sparx then looked defensively at him, and raised his hand to emphasize.
"No—"The guardian gave him a questioning look. "—I mean, yes, I do, but…there's safety in numbers. And besides, our hard hitters are missing." Terrador sighed.
"Yes, you are right. We may be good, but we are not as strong as we used to be. Time and age has made us weaker, and a shadow of our self." Sparx just patted him at the shoulder, sitting back down.
"Do you think they're still alive? Spyro and Cynder…" Terrador smiled warmly.
"Have faith in your brother Sparx. Cynder will keep him safe." Sparx looked offended.
"And how does that supposed to make me feel better!" The Guardian raised a brow.
"I find your dislike towards Cynder amusing," Sparx just rolled his eyes.
"Who knows what that EVIL she-dragon has done to him!" he said, emphasizing evil.
"For all we know she could have taken advantage of hi—"
He was cut off as bright light illuminated the dark skies. The purple light shot straight up, before dissecting into two rays of light, heading towards opposite of each other.
"What the hell was that!" He flew up, scrutinizing the direction where it was headed.
One of the rays headed north-east, flying outwards, passing over the Tall Plains and it seemed beyond. The other flew south-west, seemingly flying lower than its counterpart. Sparx tried to follow its trajectory, but his view was blocked by the walls that surrounded Warfang.
"Again, what the hell was that!" he exclaimed, flying beside Terrador. "Terrador?"
"This is bad. That purple light…Sparx, did you see where it came from?" Sparx thought back.
"It came from the direction of the Volcano." Terrador nodded.
"The Volcano of Malefor…this can't be good."
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