Avalar's Redemption Ch 1
Sorry if the plot and the scenes aren't well written, as this is my first story. Many spots may be blunt and rough around the edges.
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Spyro canon characters, they respectfully belong to Sierra.
Any other non-canon characters are owned by me. To anyone who doesn't like my story, please no flaming, as this is my first.
Location: Earth, Abandoned Island 3/10/2012 10:44PM
"Suush, did you just hear something?"
Shaking his head, Zunde listens for any sound that would be given off by an intruders' whereabouts, but nothing could be heard or seen.
Relax Manuel, your just on edge with everything that happened so far with all the nuclear lanches all over the globe and all the constant fighting with faction scouts in our guard post.
Kicking the table, "Yeah, I know Zunde, but every sound to me lately seems like our camp inside this run-down guard post is being invaded, seeing that we are attacked every day, or every other day if we are lucky.
"Too right mate, I can't blame ya for always being on edge. Look what this war has done to humanity, its caused everyone to fight in a blind panic for power, every faction sending their nukes in an attempt to kill off those who meant them harm." Shaking his head, "Every country aimed at someone different, every country going up in a mushroom cloud of radiation and dirt as if they very countries themselves blew up."
Sighing, "Yeah, thank the ancestors that we were aware of their intentions and evacuated to an island far from all the blast ranges."
Zunde nods, "How some people from each country's armies and their leaders survived is beyond me, but then again, we are here aren't we?"
Laughing, I stated, "You mean somewhat here, considering that some of us are going insane."
Zunde then slaps my back, saying, "If you were, why aren't you going off and killing everyone out there for power?"
Both of us begun to laugh, enjoying what little we had left: friendship.
As I started to stand up from our only desk we could salvage for serving ourselves on, I gave out a mental sigh, "Well, better make some rounds around the guard post walls, no sense leaving a guard post unguarded, otherwise, it's just a guard post, even if it's just the two of us here."
Zunde then proceeds to finish his last sip of bottled water we filled from a nearby stream, stating, "The things that the nukes didn't destroy were you, me, our friendship, our blades, and your humor for stating things out."
As I started to laugh, I stated, "That, and that plastic bottle in your hands."
Zunde then proceeds to throw the bottle at me, laughing as it bounced off my head.
I stared at him, stating, "You would think that the nuke would of destroyed all the plastic in the world, but even that couldn't do it.
Both of us laughed a little, how ironic that every piece of technology as well as weaponry were destroyed, but every bit of plastic still remained.
"Thinking about that, kind of ironic that the senario in S4 League swords only where we are heavily outnumbered now to be living in the chaos and meeting each other because of it?" Zunde laughed out.
Nodding, "Yea, and still having each others backs in the process."
Zunde then stands up and heads for the guard towers' walls. "Well, enough chatter, we won't have each others backs if we get ambushed now."
Following him, "Oh come on, you know I wouldn't let you die on me, I'd sooner take a fall for you than that ever happening." I said with so much emotion, as if he were a brother to me.
After a quick discussion, we headed separate ways on the high walls around the guard post, patrolling the vast darkness for any signs of scouts.
As we were walking our 4th round of the wall, I begun to think of a life, a life free of war, a life free of conflicts, a life full of peace. My mind begun to drift off to thinking about Spyro and Cynder's universe after the war with Malefor, a time of peace washing over the vast lands and living such a life there. As my thoughts went on, I was snapped back to reality when I heard Zunde say the area is clear from any disturbance or signs of scouting factions. As we headed back to the guard tower, I heard a sudden sharp metal bang against the side wall.
"Zunde, we've got company!"