Okay…this story is going to be an interesting one, and I'm going to enjoy it too…
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Five days…that's how long it was after he defeated Malefor, and restored the world. Now no one knew where he was, not even himself. Spyro, the purple dragon, he wandered the vast fields of Avalar, looking for a reason to live, it seemed though he couldn't find one. The golden scales on his chest glistened in the sun, contrasting with the purple scales that covered most of his body. He was alone, like it had always been, after Sparx was left in Warfang, he had no one, no companions, no friends, nothing. When he went to face Malefor, he lost the only dragon that was like a father to him.
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It hit him, hard, he had lost the closest thing he had to a father, that's when it happened for the first time, that's when he felt the darkness encroach on his heart, and quickly covered it. His body rose into the sky, and his scales, once a bright purple, now a dark misty black, his eyes glowed a pure white, and a dark sinister aura radiated from his body, this even worried Malefor. When he saw this happen, he knew that he was screwed. Before he could even react, the younger purple dragon busted in, at full force. Spyro, now infuriated, unleashed a beam of convexity aimed directly at Malefor. It struck him at full force, and sent him crashing into the wall.
The dragon makes an attempt to get to his feet, but before he can, the younger purple dragon rushed at him, and placed one of his claws on Malefor's neck, almost choking him.
Spyro sent a blast of electricity through his claws and into the pinned dragon's body, he lets out a scream of sheer agony before speaking out.
"M-mercy, I-I S-surrender" he begged to the younger dragon, who now held control over his fate.
"Mercy is for the weak" Spyro answered; in a cold voice that even made Malefor tremble, the voice echoed through the halls of the Dragon Temple.
Spyro raised his claw for a moment, before he brought it down upon the older purple dragon, ripping his throat open with ease, and in another second, he sent another blast of convexity, this time, through his claw directly into his body, and very quickly his scales began to dissolve, Malefor screamed in agony and begged for the pain to stop. He got his wish, when Spyro unleashed a torrent of flame upon the dragon's body, erasing any trace of his existence, only leaving a small puddle of blood, and a large scorch mark where he once laid.
The next thing Spyro did with his new found power, he returned the dragon temple to where it once stood, and eradicated the destroyer. This removed the ring of fire, and prevented the world from breaking apart.
With that Arduous task done, the purple dragon vanished before anyone could find him.
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After having traveled quite a distance away from the dragon temple, he collapsed, his body returned to normal fairly quickly, but now, he was alone, or so he though, nearly three miles away, a father and a daughter finally finished rebuilding their home.
"Dad…is Malefor really gone?" the older black dragon nodded "Yes, I believe so Cynder" the black dragoness let out a sigh of relief "That's good, that means our home is finally safe" the fully grown black dragon smiled at this, but his smile changed to a frown when he thought of his mate. "But it won't bring your mother back."
When he said this, it brought tears to her eyes, "I miss mom" She quickly moved to her father's side, "Cynder…She's still with us…Remember?"
She sniffed "Yes, when a dragon dies, their body becomes one with nature."
The black dragon smiled when he heard this; "now you can go and rest, I can finish the rest on my own" the black dragoness grinned when she heard this, and ran off.
"Ancestors, please…give her a boyfriend" he muttered to himself, and shook his head at the thought, before he returned his focus to rebuilding.
Cynder on the other hand, ran into the forest, something she usually did when her father let her, the sun glistened off the ruby red scales on her chest, and off the pure black scales across the rest of her body, when she walked into the sunlight. It made her look magnificent, most male dragons around her age loved her beautiful scales, but feared her, she had a very bad temper, so she had very few friends, in fact, she didn't have a single friend in the entire world. Because of her dark scales, everyone called her the 'Queen of Darkness' and to make things worse, she had a scythe-like blade on the end of her tail, that just make other dragons even more scared of her.
When the dragoness reached a clearing in the forest, she lied down, panting, tired from running.
Her thoughts remained focused on what she wanted, 'I wish I had a friend, better yet, a boyfriend, I hate being alone, my father is no company, he doesn't understand me' she thought to herself, after resting for nearly five minutes, she quietly stood up, and padded over to a nearby tree, and lied under it, where she soon fell asleep.
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Nearby, Spyro is resting under a tree, exhausted by his long flight across the valley. When, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the black dragoness lie down under the tree, with curiosity burning in his mind, he watched her rest.
'What's she doing out here, and who is she?' he thought to himself, but quickly brushed it off, not really caring for who she is. Eventually, he to lies his head down, and quickly falls into a deep slumber.
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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I promise there will be more…but not until later. and REMEMBER TO REVIEW, don't just read it and not review......remember, I'm watching
~Aduro of the Dragons~