Legend of Spyro
Prophecy of Blood
Act 1: Nightfall
Chapter 1
The world was ending. There was no other way to say it, this was the end. And Tykron knew it. No matter what the three remaining Guardians or the annoying overgrown dragonfly said, no matter how strong Spyro and Cynder were, this is were it all ended. Tykron knew he was going to die, and it terrified him.
"Come on!" the grey dragon in front of him shouted, "we have to keep moving!"
"Hold on!" Tykron shouted along with several others who were lagging behind due to injury or other health issues. Tykron was still in shock, just three days prior he had proposed to his future mate, Diasdra, and now that seemed an eternity ago.
"Hurry up!" Someone screamed, but Tykron tripped and fell, hitting his head. Disoriented, he couldn't see for a second. In that second, a portion of the cave collapsed, killing those who had been ahead of him.
"By the ancestors..." Tykron murmured, looking ahead at the carnage. He had never encountered death this way before, and it terrified him. He turned and ran, in a deep state of panic. Here ran and ran as the world crumbled around him. He never saw the pit.
Tykron screamed as he fell, only to remember he had wings. He used them just in time and landed in at the bottom of the dark pit. If the yellow electric dragon had been thinking, he would have used his electrical abilities to create light enough to fly out, but this never crossed his mind. Things like that are often lost in a state of shock and panic. Instead, he stumbled around for a while, lost in this land that will never see the sun, before a stumbled across a ray of light. Is hope rising, he followed the light. As he walked, the light grew stronger and stronger, until he could see where he was.
"Goodness, what is this?" He asked aloud, looking around a huge room filled with crystals of all colors, emitting the light that had drawn him here. He walked around looking at the crystals, marveling at their beauty, until he saw a huge black one. Curiosity his guide, he reached out and touched the crystal. A bright light blinded him for a moment, and when the light faded the crystal was gone.
"Strange." Tykron observed, moving forward to where the crystal had been. Inscription, the kind best left forgotten, covered the wall that was behind the crystal. Tykron, at first, was disappointed that he couldn't read them, but soon found he could. If he had been thinking, he would have guessed magic was at work, but it was already to late. He read what the ancients had wrote and would always remember it and be tempted, as was the curse of evil.
He knew now what he must do. Tykron turned around and exited the small chamber and began to fly up, but the very forces that led him here seemed to turn against him now. Boulder began to fall from the ceiling as the conflict deep beneath the surface intensified, but Tykron would not be stopped now. He blasted his way through, using his electrical abilities to smash incoming boulders. Nothing would stop him now...
Diasdra paced around nervously at the top of the tunnel as refugees continued to pour out. The emerald earth dragoness was starting to loose hope of ever seeing her beloved again. She was about to cry when she saw it, a glimmer of yellow in the crowd. "Please, by the ancestors." She begged as she began to push through the crowd. And there he was, wide-eyed and beaten-up, but alive.
"Tykron!" She sang in pure joy and tackled her soon-to-be mate.
"Oh Diasdra!" Tykron shouted, tears in his eyes, "thank the ancestors your alright."
The two stared into each others eyes for a time before Diasdra leaned in and kissed him. When they broke, she helped him up and they stayed close while the little dragonfly told them to continue moving. They soon joined the other dragons in the air to see the earth slowly start to come back together, start to heal.
"Oh, such a beautiful new beginning." Diasdra whispered, unaware that something was wrong with here love. A monster had started to grow within him, a monster that knew no love. But for now he was still her love just as she was his. "I'm so glad your here with me."
"And you with me." Tykron said, but what he was really thinking about was they inscription that he had found. And how all things died, even the earth. Even stars. Even him. Even her.
** Three Years Later, Warfang***
"...So, to conclude our lesson on Elemental Theory, I would like all of you to read chapters ten through twelve over the weekend." A large yellow dragon said to the class as they groaned. The class, of course, was full of teenage dragons, who had just had their hopes of a homework free weekend dashed.
"Now, now," The yellow dragon said, "We shalt have any of that, we are just about to get to the interesting part. You will be studying the fundamentals of the elements and who..." At this point even the most dedicated students started to phase him out.
"He always says that." A light blue dragoness whispered to a red and orange dragoness. The light blue dragoness was pretty standard for her age, standing eight feet tall and eleven feet long, she had a wingspan of fourteen feet. She had light blue scales, a white underbelly, and her wings and horns were silver.
"I think everything is interesting for Guardian Volteer." The red and orange dragoness whispered back. She was a little older, and therefore, a little taller than her counterpart, but roughly the same dimensions. Her scales were a rose red and a burnt orange for her underside with orange wings and black horns.
"Unfortunately for us." muttered a green and brown dragon. He was possibly the largest student in the room, with nine feet tall, eleven feet long, and a wingspan of fifteen and a half feet. His scales where a moss green and an underbelly that was a mud brown. He had mud brown wings and dark brown horns.
"Com'on, my uncle isn't that bad," a yellow and electric blue dragon whispered. He was one of the smaller dragons in the room, only seven and a half feet tall, nine and three-fourths feet long, and a wingspan of twelve feet. He had bright yellow scales with an electric blue underbelly, blue wings and horns.
"..so, that'll be all for today!" Volteer said as his students began to pack up their books and papers. "Remember, chapters ten through twelve by Monday!"
"Freedom!" The red-orange dragoness from earlier shouted as she raced across the courtyard and away from the Dragon Temple's "school area".
"Valiria, what!" The light blue dragoness shouted, giving chase, "Where supposed to all go to the market today, remember?!"
"Oh great," The yellow dragon groaned, "I forgot we promised Anteria and Val that we'd accompany them to the market."
"It isn't that bad, Watts," The green-brown dragon stated as they followed their two female friends, "Besides, last time you found that cool amulet."
"Yeah, I did." Watts sighed, glancing down at his amulet depicting two dragons, one black as night and the other white as snow, chasing each other in a circle. "Alright, Samson, lead the way." So the two hurried up to catch up with the other two, who were already exploring the different stalls and shops of Warfang, the last great city east of the Titan Mountains.
The shops of Warfang were full of different species, items, performers (such as sword swallowers and jugglers), foods, and languages. It, in short, was absolute chaos. Of course, for Anteria Icenguard, descendant of the last great Ice Kings of the North, the chaos and confusion only added to the fun of trying to bargain and barter. "How much for this gem?" She'd ask, and by the time she bought it, it would already be fifty percent off. Her friends, on the other hand, didn't quite have the hang of haggling she had, so they were often ripped off.
"Come on, Val." Anteria said as they entered the market, "I want to see if Candver has some new books in stock."
"But I wanted to go see the performers." Valiria complained as Anteria dragged her to a nearby shop. Anteria, once in the shop, began to look around excitedly, picking up odd books and flipping through their aged pages.
Valiria, on the other hand, was just trying not to die of boredom. Occasionally she'd see a book on combat or fire breathing that would peek her interest, but she would just get bored and put it back. She considered ditching her best friend and seeking out to see the performers, when something caught her eye. A large dark purple book with a golden latch was sitting on the main desk of the shop. She moved to it and blew the dust off of it and saw the title, History and Secrets of the Purple Dragon.
"See something you like?" The shopkeeper asked.
Valiria smiled and simply asked "How much?"
Meanwhile, outside the shop there was a very special performance taking place. Dragons, moles, and cheetah-men of all ages gathered around to see the spectacle. Seven cheetah-men twirled elemental staffs, one fire, one ice, one electricity, one earth, one water, one wind, and the final one light. To add to this spectacle, there was a band of moles playing upbeat music.
"Wow!" Watts breathed as he rushed to get a good view, "absolutely fantastic!"
"I wonder who sponsored this." Samson said as he caught up with Watts.
"Hmm?"
"A performance on this stage with this amount of skill requires a massive donor." Samson said wisely as the performance drew to an end, "Probably someone who wants to be elected Head of the Council or something like that."
"Oh," Watts said as the performance ended, "So some greedy noble who desires power. It's a wonder the Guardians let the Council return."
"Traditions are traditions." Samson sighed as a crimson red dragon halfway through his lifespan walked before the gathered crowd as the performers left, "Ah, now we see the dragon behind the wealth."
"I am Cancellarius, of the noble house of Ignation," The crimson dragon bellowed as the crowd clapped, "And I hope you all will choose me as your next leader of the Council. I promise, as-"
"Ha, I doubt you posses any ability to fulfill any promise you make." Watts and Samson, along with the rest of the crowd, turned to see a middle-aged yellow dragon approaching the crowd."
"How dare you-"
"Just how much did that performance cost you?" the yellow interrupted.
"Well," Cancellarius said, momentarily stumped by the simple question, "each performer was paid a golden sovereigns and the band was paid-"
"No," the yellow dragon said as he now had moved through the crowd and now directly faced Cancellarius directly, "How much did it cost you, and how much did it cost the people of the city!"
Cancellarius suddenly paled, "I-..., are you accusing me of-"
"Yes, Cancellarius, I am," The yellow dragon said and then turned to the crowd and held up a piece of paper, "Read the police report for yourselves, citizens of Warfang, for this dragon is a fraud!"
Suddenly the crowd, after seeing the paper marked with the seal of the Warfang constable, started to shout in anger at Cancellarius. The once great cimson dragon gave a whimper and flew off. The yellow dragon hid a smile and walked over and nailed the paper to a public notice board.
"Well, that was sudden." Watts said as the crowd began to disperse.
"I don't like this." Samson muttered to Watts, "That was Tykron, who is also running for Head of the Council."
"So your saying that he-"
"No," Samson said, interrupting his friend, "that was definitely a legitimate allegation, it's just now there are only three candidates left."
"Oh," Watts said, "Well, I'll ask my uncle about it, maybe it's not as bad as we think."
"You do that." Samson said as they left.
Tykron laughed as he left the market place. His plan had been a complete success. Even though he had taken a risk to announce the police report himself, it had been worth it to see the arrogant fool leave in shame. Now he was one step closer to victory, and after the public areas tomorrow, he'd be guaranteed it. The Darkness had been right, and it wouldn't abandon him now. Of course, he had to act quickly, the festival of the Blood Moons was rapidly approaching, and he need to have control of the city and gained Spyro's trust by then if he was to win.
