Welcome to the Second installment of the Spyro's Legacy Series. If you have not yet read the First installment and want to read this I give you 2 options.
1. Read Spyro's Legacy I: Resurection and Salvation. It would be easyest to find it by going into my profile and finding the link to it there at the bottom of the page.
2. The second option would be to read this quick summery of the Series up to this point. (Obviously don't read this if you want to read the first installment.)
Last time on Spyro's Legacy:
Spyro lifted his head from a hard stone floor. Confusion enveloped Spyro for a moment while he stared off into the starry sky.
"Spyro" Came a voice.
Spyro's confusion melted away from joy. "Ignitus! We did it!" He exclaimed.
Ignitus's voice laughed "Indeed we have, young one."
Spyro over flowed with joy and yet there was something there in the back of his mind nagging at him. "Ignitus, What did you mean when you said that have never done right by either of us?"
"Spyro, this is one of the many reasons that I have came to you. I must confess something."
"What is it?" Spyro asked nervously. Mabey he had not know Ignitus so well as he though he had. He suddenly felt unsure of himself.
"It was my first group of hatch-lings, Spyro, ten generations before your own birth. I was the newly appointed Fire Guardian. A new young dragon was comming through the ranks quicker than that of everybody else so I took him aside one day to help him along in his advancement. After all he had to master all of the elements rather than just one."
Spyro suddenly felt as though the whole world had fallen out from underneath of him. "It was Malefor wasn't it?"
"Indeed. At the end of that day he had completely mastered the element of fire. He had thanked me for allowing his training to move at a different pace than all of the other masters had allowed him. He was not much different from the likes of you."
"So I am destined for the same fate." Spyro realised aloud.
*****
Sarah continued to fly towards the eastern horizon. The sun was no longer in her eyes as the day set in.
"When you get to this village there will be a secluded home towards the western outskirts. It will be empty and you will claim it as your own."
"All right" Sarah stammered.
"There you will give birth to a dragon. Now you are not to take this egg to the dragon temple. You have to raise your hatchling in your house and keep him away from all of the outside world. Then we might think about letting you free."
Sarah became visably giddy.
"However!" It warned "If you or your hatchling make your way back to the temple before his thirteenth birthday. You take his egg to the temple or what ever we will possess you once more."
Sarah began to figure that in fifteen or so years that she would be free. In terms of a dragon's life that wasn't that long. However Spyro and company had not got to the piece of telling her that eggs only hatch on one night a century. This way all dragon's are all the same age.
"We are going to get you lost now." the voices said and with that Sarah's vision and consciousness went away.
*****
Cynder turned towards Spyro and Terrador. The only remaining dark dragon launched a bright green ball towards Terrador. It hit him in the neck. Spyro wasted no time and engulfed he enemy in a ball of fire. The dragon's burn covered body stopped and flopped to the ground.
Terrador folded over on himself. Spyro quickly moved over to the Earth Guardian.
"Take me back to the temple." Terrador said weakly.
*****
"It.. has been.... my plesure." Terrador spat out. The final color from his face faded as his eyes closed one last time.
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Spyro's Legacy II: Resurection and Salvation
Chapter 1
Destiny's Calling
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Her history lessons always spoke of places such as these. Never would she speak of the simple things that they could actually go and see. Most often she would lecture about a "Dragon of Destiny" that had saved the world from a great evil and had started the "New Age of Peace" that they now lived in.
Usually his mind would wander while he stared blindly back at her. Not hearing a word of her rambling.
Everyday up until this point Alnor's life had been made up of these history lessons for the first few hours of his day. Then his mother would leave the house and go into town; not coming back home until darkness had fallen.
Then two days ago, on his thirteenth birthday, she had told him in in a torrent that he was one such "Dragon of Destiny" and that he would have to journey to "The Temple of the Guardians" where his destiny would begin to take shape.
They then set out and flew high above the clouds for more than a day. Then all at once she stopped talking and told him that he was on his own. That he was to "fly with morning sun to his back and the evening sun to his face" until he arrived at "The Temple of the Guardian's"
It had been five days ago that she had left him on his own. He had watched as island after island had passed by his feet. The blue water never leaving his view until just a few days ago. It was night when the transition had changed and he did not realize it had happened until the first rays caressed the landscape.
He was now flying through the spotless sky towards a place that he was beginning to accept never existed. His mother had been crazy all along. He was no "Dragon of Destiny". Heck he wasn't even hardly a dragon at all. He hadn't even seen or talked to any other dragon than his mom. How could he be as powerful as she said he was just because of his color.
His wings were now aching ravenously from the constant flying. He though about descending to the ground and eking out a life down there. His mom could not possibly be right. His future was to be a hermit. To be excluded from the population and just live alone without love or compassion. To endure alone the elements.
But he flew on. Only to find a more desirable home now. Rather than find his mother's crazy temple.
*****
Spyro and his fellow guardians stood around a blue puddle in the floor. All of them stared off into it wondering what it was that the bright yellow young one was seeing.
In the far back of the room Cynder stood in the door way. Her scales had faded away to a light gray tone. A few of her ivory head spikes had broken off through the years. Her once silky wing membranes had started to corrode at the tail end and holes now shone through.
Spyro had too aged. His row of spikes that ran down from his forehead to his tail barb had drooped over to their sides. His wings also had their small holes but his skin has retained it's purple hue.
Spyroandhis guardian friends were waiting for the vision to come to the young Lightning Guardian; Nate. The years had done their number upon the old Guardians. They had already bonded themselves with nature by then. Their entities else where.
The older guardian of ice, Adar, looked up from the pool and looked over at Spyro. His crystal eyes looked at Spyro respectively.
"You say that you have had, dreams, of this one?"
Spyro too looked up "Yes, I think that he is coming but I can not be sure. The powers of the evil that opposes us is undefined and we must be careful. Should one of us meet this force I shall not be able to protect us as I once was,"
The Earth Guardian, Welgor, looked up from the gazing pool and glanced over to Spyro with wide eyes.
"You mean that the shadow may be able to intrude upon our dreams?!"
"We can not know. With it's expanding power who knows,"
Welgor shook his dark green head and cringed before looking over to the golden Nate who was gazing into the pool still trying to conjure up an image of the new purple dragon who was supposed to be born thirteen years before. "You see anything yet? I'm tired of sitting here every-other-night waiting" he said lightly annoyed.
"No," replied Nate entranced "It takes a great deal of time to see somebody who you have not seen with your eyes"
Adar looked over at his fellow guardian. "Patience, Welgor, you mustn't rush things."
Welgor turned his head and shook it in disbelief but didn't reboot.
Spyro looked to Welgor in disbelief then turned to Cynder and smiled.