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I own nothing from TLOS or the characters used in this story. The only character I do own is my OC Lief. Noticed my mistake. ROFLMFAO I'm dying over here. Ii cannot believe I made a mistake like that. I mean how damn drunk was i? Lol. I cannot believe that happened I posted a different stories chapter in place of this one. Now I know clean out the manager every now and then. Lol.
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There was nothing special about the starry sky that night. It was just another typical night of the lands. A small fire was lit in a nearby cave. Where many shadowy figures could be seen moving around it. The fire was a small campfire and what sat around it was a young group of dragon hatchlings and young human children. Each of them were playfully either playfully shoving or laughing with the other. As they each sat around the warm fire. In front of them sat an old woman who had a gentle smile stretched across her face.
"Now settle down young ones," She spoke her voice although old still sounded very sweet. The young children looked at her with eager looks, "Now what story would all of you like to hear?" She asked.
The paw of a young dragoness shot up; her scales were the color of the sky itself, "Story weaver?" The young dragon asked.
"Yes, Azure?" She responded.
Azure felt the gaze of everyone present on her. It made her feel nervous and uneasy to ask her question. She looked at the story weaver; seeing her gentle smile on her face. Almost instantly seemed to calm her down. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
"Can you tell the story of Spyro, Cynder's, and Lief's odyssey?" She asked the others nodding and voicing their own agreements for the story. She heard a gentle laugh come from the story weaver.
"Ah, yes, the odyssey of the the three who saved our lands and united our worlds and realms," She continued as she remembered the story quite fondly, "Yes, yes, like all great story we must start at the beginning," She said while reaching to her left and picking up what appeared to be a small bag. She opened it and poured a large amount of dust into her hand. Just before she threw it into the fire. The fire exploded into a flurry of colors. The children were amazed at what they saw, "Now, all of you have possibly heard many variations of this story. But, let me assure you all; this version of the story is the the true story. A story that has been passed down in my family. From generation after generation of story weavers." She explained as she looked into the flames, "Now like many epic tales and stories we must start at the beginning." She said as she began to tell the story.
(Time:Three hundred years into the past)
"The story itself begins in the middle of Lief's first quest."
A storm unleashed its rage of a large battlefield. Many warriors yelled their battlecries; as they fought against the opposing army. Swords, maces, axes, spears, tridents. Multiple metallic clinks echoed across the war torn land. Small fires burned; while lightning struck the land bellow. The focus then came onto one single warrior. A teen fifteen in age with silver hair and bronze armor; he carried a large broadsword. The blade was it's natural silver color. While the hilt was black as night; with the image of the cross at the end. He panted heavily as he ran through the battlefield. Blocking any attacks that was sent at him.
"Master!" Lief yelled as he scanned the battlefield.
He was then attacked by a massive brute; which carried a huge double bladed ax. He dodged his attack; only to quickly bring his sword across the warriors throat. The warrior clutched its neck as his blood stained the ground. He was then almost stabbed in the back by a warrior with a spear. He closed the distance between them and stabbed his blade through the heart of his attacker. Before, tossing the corpse to the ground. He finally caught sight of his master. A man that was dressed head to toe in bronze armor. He held two curved swords in his hands. The man was surround by four soldiers. Each with a sword of their own.
The first one attacked him from behind; he dodged and deflected the attack. Pushing the him backwards. The one to his left rushed him; he dodged and shoved the soldier forward. As the one in front of him lunged forward. Giving him the opportunity to slice off the warriors arm. He fell to the ground clutching his severed limb. While the one to the right rushed him. He ducked underneath the warriors slash attack. Allowing him to stab both of his blades through the warriors stomach. He then saw his apprentice; he saw him running closer and closer to his battle. From the satchel on his back he pulled out something wrapped in a cloth. He threw it up into the air; only to jump up and kick it towards him.
Lief caught the object as he looked at his master with a face of worry. His master stared at him for a moment; before giving him a nod. Just as more warriors surrounded him. Blocking the view of his master. He sighed heavily as he looked for a way to escape the battlefield. He eventually found an opening in the armies and ran as fast as he could. A few soldiers were sent after him; their weapons drawn at the ready.
Lief panted heavily as he ran through the pouring rain. He found himself in a forest; he had tried to find his way back to the camp. But, when the rain began to pour heavily; he lost his way and found himself off the trail. He stopped and looked around trying to find the path back to the camp. Only to have an arrow narrowly miss his head and hit the tree in front of him.
"There he is!" Yelled one of the soldiers.
Lief took off running again; as a few more arrows narrowly missed his head. He ran as fast as he could through the ran drenched forest. Eventually discarding some of his heaviest armor; while holding the object his master had given him close to his body. He was brought to a hard stop by a enemy soldier clothes-lining him hard. Causing him to back-flip and land on the ground hard. He groaned loudly in pain as his senses slowly came back to him. Thankfully, they came back just in time; allowing him to dodge an attack from a mace. He quickly kicked the soldiers legs out from under him; before getting up and drawing his sword. Just as two more soldiers surrounded him. He looked at the two; seeing one of them had a spear and the other held two short swords.
"Give it up, boy!" The soldier with the mace yelled, "You can't take on all three of us." He finished only to notice that the boy was missing their target, "The helm?! Where's the helm!?" He yelled.
Lief gasped as he checked himself over; only to have a look of complete horror appear on his face. He saw the object he held; it was lying a good distance away from both him and the enemy soldiers. The soldier with the mace followed his gaze and saw their target lying on the ground. He made the others look; just as Lief made a mad dash towards the object.
"Don't let him get it!" The soldier yelled as all three of them sprinted at the object as well.
Time slowed for Lief as he ran towards the object. His body was moving as fast as it could; while to him he felt he was moving like he was in knee deep water. He had one single thought in his mind; get the helm. He prayed and prayed to the gods above as he ran. To his left; he saw the edged blade of a sword heading right for him. With one swift move; he dodged the attack, grabbed the object and removing it from the cloth. Revealing it to be a crystal hilt; he wanted to stop. But his bodies inertia kept him going forward. He ended up stumbling and rolling on the ground. Only to end up going over the edge of a cliff. He screamed as he fell over the edge of the cliff. He felt as if he had fell for hours. When really it had only been a few short seconds. His fall was broken by a small pond bellow; he quickly swam back up to the surface gasping for air. Only to have a spear narrowly miss him.
"Don't let him get away!" The voice of one of the soldiers echoed.
Lief grunted in aggravation as he struggled to stand up. He was nicked in the shoulder by an arrow; as he finally reached the ponds edge. Taking in a deep breath he began to run again. He vowed that he would never fail his master. But, there was one thing that was going to make him fail. He may have been trained in the ways of war. He had been taught how to read and write; by his villages elders. He had been taught how to hunt and make weapons. But, like everyone else he was still human. And, like all of us when we are pushed to our limits. He was starting to get very tired.
He ended up collapsing at the base of a very large tree. He coughed and gasped for air. His lungs were burning, his legs were aching. His muscles sore and ready to finally rest. But, he knew he had no time for rest. He wanted to move; he wanted to get up and keep running. But, his body refused to move. Through the rain that feel he could the soldiers closing in on him. Their weapons drawn and at the ready. He groaned loudly as he struggled to stand once more. Hold his sword in one hand; while hold the crystal helm in the other. He was unsure of its purpose. But, his master trusted him to guard it and guard it he would. Even if it meant his life would come to an end.
The warriors started each other down knowing this area was the field for their final battle. Rain poured heavily, thunder echoed through the air, and lightning streaked across the sky. Yes, this was their last battlefield. With the booming sound of thunder the three charged him. All three of them yelling out their battlecries as they charged him. Lief released a battle cry of his own as he charged towards them. As they closed in for some reason he had brought the crystal helm back. Ready to deliver a hard slash. It made his enemies laugh on the inside. But, what happened next surprised all four of them. For, as he was about to bring the helm forward. Lightning had struck it; creating a blade of lighting.
"By the gods!" The soldier with the mace yelled as the blade was brought down onto him.
He tried to block but the blade had cut through the wooden hammer of his mace. But, that was not the only thing it had cut. For, it had also cut right through his bronze armor. Slicing open his abdomen and bringing him to the ground. The other two stood in complete shock. This warrior was wielding the power of lightning. A weapon mastered only by Zeus himself. Lief saw his opportunity and attacked the one with the lance. He took him down like the first one; while the third one proved to be more of a challenge. The one with the two swords was faster than then other two. Every time he would got for a hard slash or stab. The warrior would dodge and counter-attack. After a few more failed attempts of trying to kill each other. They both made their final moves; both of them had lunged their swords at the other. The tips of their blades colliding; but, in one swift move. Lief had brought his lightning sword back.
It was then a bolt of lightning streaked at them. The bolt striking the sword and engulfing them in a blinding light. Seconds later the light dimmed and all that was left was one smoldering corpse. The corpse had two blades melted into its bony hands. Revealing it to be then enemy soldier. But, Lief had disappeared along with the crystal helm. The only thing left behind was his sword.
Lief gasped loudly has he felt his body land on solid ground. He was dazed and confused; looking up and around he saw he was in the middle of a huge forest. The skies were clear and full of stars. Which added more to his already confused mind. Where was he? What had happened to him? He prayed the gods above would answer him soon. But, for now his body longed for the peaceful hold of sleep. Although he was in the middle of an unfamiliar forest; the night sky above him put his mind at ease. That small amount of comfort was all he needed. As he began to finally slip into a peaceful slumber.
The sun slowly rose to its proper place into the sky. It warm rays stretching themselves across the land; burning away the darkness brought on by the night. The light of then sun eventually stretched itself over a large city. Its light finding its way into the many buildings and homes across the city. A large temple in the middle of the city is shown. The suns light finding its way through a window. Its rays eventually stretching themselves across the purple scales of certain dragon. He groaned a little as he woke from his sleep. He got to his paws and stretched his body out; before he shook himself awake. He yawned shortly after.
It was then there was a knock at his door. He walked over and opened the door. In front of the door stood a black dragoness. He smiled at her as she smiled at him, "Good, morning Spyro." The dragoness happily greeted him.
"Good, morning Cynder." He replied before walking closer; he then gently nuzzled. It earned him a purr from her as she nuzzled him back. When the broke away from each other; they began to walk down the hall.
Normally, the two would head for the guardians chamber as soon as they woke up. They would go their to get their task for the day. But, yesterday the guardians had told everyone in the temple that today. Each of them would have the day for themselves. After being told this the two decided to spend the day with each other. To start both of them were going for a morning flight. Once outside the temple the two took to the clear blue skies. After a little while the two came to rest in an open grassy field. Spyro was resting on his back; wings spread and out to the side. While Cynder rested on top of him. Her head resting on his chest where his heart would be.
Spyro smiled as he looked down at her and back up at the sky, "Hard to believe it's just been a month." He said.
Cynder looked up to the sky as well, "Yeah," She replied as memories of the past flashed before her.
"Story weaver?" The young voice of a boy asked.
"Yes, Solar?" Story weaver replied.
"All of us already know about how Spyro and Cynder saved our world together. And, that they eventually became bonded to each other. I want hear when they finally meet Lief." Solar said he heard a gentle laugh in response.
"Oh, really?" Story weaver responded, "Do all of you wanna hear how the two met Lief "The death shadow" warrior?" She asked which earned her a nod from all of them. She chuckled again, "Oh, Alright. It was shortly after they had met with their friend Hunter. He was scouting the forest for a new location for his people to build their village. They offered to help him; which he accepted quickly. As they scouted the forest for a potential settlement site. They ran into three cheetahs from a rivaling village. They were looting the apes body.
"Let the ape go." Spyro growled as the three walked up to them. Cynder gave off a growl of her own. While Hunter kept an arrow aimed at the leader of the group. Two of the other cheetahs had their bows aimed at the dragons. While the leader motioned for them to put their weapons away.
"This ape is dead," The cheetah said as he took a step forward, "We are taking only what we want. The body will be yours to do with as you please." He finished as the two continued to loot the body.
The three looked on in complete disgust. Yes, the apes were an enemy to everybody. But, stealing from the dead. That was something none of them showed much toleration for. Even if it was their enemy. The two cheetahs then stood back up; before walking towards their leader. One of them was hold a sword the ape had. The other was holding a strange looking crystal. He looked back at them; he gave them a nod and the three walked away. Spyro and Cynder kept a watchful eye on the three cheetahs as they walked away. While Hunter had walked up to the deceased ape. The ape was not one any of them had seen before. It had very little to no hair; except on top of its head and on its arms and legs. It wore clothing that was similar to hunters clothing; except for the two pieces it wore on its feet.
"What kind of ape is this?" Asked Cynder.
Spyro looked at its body curiously, "I'm not sure," He responded as he looked at Hunter, "Hunter, do you know what kind?" He asked.
Hunter shook his head just as he noticed the chest of the creature slowly moving up and down, "Huh?"
"What is it Hunter?" Spyro asked as their friend began to reach towards the apes chest.
What happened next surprised all of them. The apes eyes' snapped open and it sat up rather quickly. Not only pushing Hunter back; but it also took the sword he had. It got to its feet and stood its ground. Holding the sword out in front of it; while Spyro and Cynder took defensive stances. Hunter had to move back and aim his bow. The three stared the ape down while it stared them down. It was breathing heavily and shaking violently. It had a look in its eyes. A look that was between half-unconscious and half-determined. It made Hunter put away his bow; before he walked in between the ape and the dragons.
"Hunter, what are you doing?" Cynder asked.
He looked at her, "Hold on. That ape isn't in its right mind; look at how its standing." He answered.
Both dragons took a closer look at the ape and became completely surprised. The ape was struggling to keep itself up. And, by the way it was standing; it looked like it would collapse at any moment. Which it did just a second later after dropping the sword. The three remained completely still; just in case the ape was playing opossum. It didn't take them long to realize the ape was out cold again. The two dragons looked at each other; before they moved closer to it. After a few short seconds; the two had the ape on Spyro's back. And, hunter had his sword returned to him. After saying their goodbye's the two made the long walk back to Warfang.
By the time they reached the city it was late in the evening; almost dusk. The moment the two entered the city. They had caused an uproar. Simply because of the strange ape they had brought into the city. After a long explanation and after a long talk with the guardians. They manged to get the ape into the temple's healing chamber. Where it was then rested in front of a red life gem. The moment it's unconscious body touched the gem. It glowed brightly.
"Oh, my." Volteer said in worry.
Spyro looked at him, "What is it Volteer?" He asked.
Volteer studied the crystal, "When a life gem glows this color. It means the creature it's healing was suffering greatly. Given by the way it's glowing. This creature was possibly in pain long before the moment you found it. Ancestors I'm surprised it's not dead." The guardian of electricity answered.
This made both young dragons feel concern for the ape. There were many things they had wished on their enemy back in the war. But, to see one being looted in the forest while it lay injured. Even they wouldn't wish that on an enemy.
"So what happens now?" Cynder asked.
Volteer turned to walked out of the chamber, "For now we let the ape rest," He answered as he began to walk out, "Once its awake we'll question where it came from and why it was in the forest," He continued as he looked at the two, "Are you both coming?" He asked.
Both of them shook their head and he nodded in understanding. He walked out of the chamber. While the two rested in front of the ape. Looking at its injured form in concern; hoping and praying to the ancestors the ape was okay.
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