Preview of the second edition in the Salazar trilogy...
The Legend of Spyro: The Last Command
While the apparent death of Salazar and the return of Nitrix Slazar has much of the Realms in shock, the beautiful Night of Eternal Darkness draw near, Gaul makes the ultimate decision to kill Spyro, Cynder flees the temple to find Master Eon, Apex continues his search for World's End, and soon mankind begins to suspect something is amiss in the skies, leading to British intervention.
(Monkey Island and PotC references are to be expected)
And It was written in the Legends of the First Chronicler, that when the Elemental moons align, a Night will occur when a Coming Darkness arises out of a World of Chaos (the Dragon Realms) and will engage in a perpetual conflict with his old nemesis Master Eon, and use the creature made of stone and fire to destroy (the Golem). Nature has given us hope to counter and solve this conflict. Purple dragons. One went rogue and became was consumed by darkness (Malefor) while the other...Spyro...is who all our hopes now lay in if there's any chance of defeating the Coming Darkness (Nitrix Slazar).
-The Chronicler.
A busy street in perhaps the busiest town in the North of Britain. Hundreds walk along the streets, taking in the aroma from not only the fresh bread from bakeries but the pollution from factories. A hooded figure dashes through the roads, as the wind and heavy rain brush against his face, nearly blowing his hat and coat right off him. He rushed into a tall business place on a melancholy road, it's light darkened windows contrasting with the light coming from the other houses. The man walked along the bright, orange ochre floorboards to a dark section of the room, where a miserly man was sat alone, counting his change, with a bottle of alcohol beside him.
"Good morning, Professor Marcus" he greeted.
Professor Alec Horatio Marcus was his name, and he was as scientist who's studies proved effective in deciphering what came before the human race. However, everyone dismissed him as being a crazy old man, leading to him secluding himself from society until he proved his analysis.
"You let the wind in" Marcus growled, not facing him.
The man looked at a painting erected into the wall, painted by Marcus himself. It was off mythological creatures with wings, known as dragons.
"I must say what fine artwork you have; a professor and an artist" praised the visitor.
"Art is in the eye of the beholder, you will not understand the deeper meaning to it".
"Do I have the pleasure of greeting Mr. Salazar or Professor Marcus?" he politely asked.
Marcus looked up at him. "Salazar is dead. He died 13 years ago on this very night".
"Sir, the British colonial authority wishes to speak with you" the man explained.
Lord James drank his tea, while staring at the professor.
"I am so sorry to interrupt your days events with this unexpected summoning" apologised James, handing him a cup of tea. "But please allow me to ask you, what do you know of dragons?"
"A myth; a legend, originating from the stories of St. George" said Marcus, refusing to allow someone else to call him mad.
"A myth, hardly, at least not according to your book" argued James. "New accounts have been revealed on the 9th most feared man to ever live, and your former research assistant, Zanaz Salazar. It is believed, judging from fossils left behind, that he to shared your beliefs in dragons. And it appears as though something is alive...above our very heads".
Marcus put his glass down. "Are you implying that you have found evidence of dragons?"
"No I am saying I WANT evidence of dragons existence, because this new document has revealed something threatening exists and I seek your help in destroying it".
Cynder woke with a scare. Not really a scare, more like a dazzled, unexplained feeling. She looked over to her friend, Spyro, who she was nestled beside, and he too was awake, apparently long before her. Her underbelly felt strangely moist, probably thanks to her strange dream. Cynder's reclusive nature in recent days led Spyro to ask Cynder to spend a night with him out on the balcony to hopefully end that cycle.
"Spyro, anything wrong?" she asked.
"No, just a weird dream" he dismissed.
Cynder nodded, having had one herself. She edged herself closer to him, rolling against his side, so her back was against his golden torso. Her tail and his swashed against one another. That's when Cynder felt it. Something really wet beneath them, something wet and sticky. Spyro blushed, making Cynder realise what it was. (remember that in Eternal Night, both dragons are presumed to be 13, and as such their bodies begin changing). She recognised it as the same substance that came out of Flame which he released into her. She felt something hard and long suddenly rest against her back scales. It was coming from in between her purple friend's legs. Now it was clear to her.
Spyro, embarrassingly turned away.
"Um, Spyro, you...do realise that's natural right...your getting older so your body is going to change, mine is too" she told him, her lesson with Flame and the consequences of it matured her slightly.
Spyro looked back at her, unaware if that substance was his or hers, considering his strange dream. Suddenly a wonderful smell hit his nostrils. A sweet aroma, originating from his black dragoness friend. Wow, she even smells beautiful.
"Spyro your snout is touching my chest" Cynder made him snap out of it.
"Oh sorry it's just that smell-
"I know, like I told you, it's natural as our bodies change and we become teenagers" she assured him.
"Oh, it just seems hard to accept, I just found out my true identity a couple of weeks ago and now I'm already becoming a teen, it seems like I was just reborn now" Spyro explained his thoughts.
"Tell me about it, I literally just changed back from an adult and now just like that my childhood is over...again" she chuckled. The hardness poking at her crimson underbelly wouldn't go.
Cynder was feeling strangely warm.
"You coming down with something? You seem really hot. In the temperature way!" Spyro quickly corrected himself. Cynder giggled slightly.
"Nah, it's just...I dunno. I'm just feeling strangely hot" she said.
"Then why are you leaning against me so much" smirked Spyro.
"I can't explain it, but doing that relieves my warm feeling, as if satisfying it" she puzzled.
Ignitus had told him that as he grew into a teen, his hormones would change and he would find love less of the "plague" he once considered it to be. He could only guess the same of Cynder. But, he always thought of Cynder as just a friend. He was glad he had a father-figure like Ignitus to look up to and guide him as his real one vanished and was now "up there".
Cynder nuzzled her friend, guessing the reason of his despairing eyes.
"C-Cynder, can I ask a favour from you?" asked Spyro.
"Yeah".
"Is it ok if...I spend some time alone? Whatever these changes are, it's making me feel uncomfortable considering your here".
"I was thinking the same thing" she agreed, getting up and locating her old platform. She was relieved that he said it first, since she didn't want to seem like the bad one. "Good night Spyro". Probably the last time she could wish him some form of good fortune, she wanted to leave without telling anyone.
Opaque, dark, endless water with a coffin rowing down it. It droned on towards the sandy shores of Blood island, far from the town made up from shipwrecks. Suddenly, a golden sword, burst through the wood and a hand carrying the blade emerged. A tiger stood upright, gazing at the sight in front of him.
"Ah, just on time" he said to himself, taking out a skeleton bone and rowing himself towards shore. He steadily stood on top of the coffin as it began to sink, and just when it did he put his right foot forward and walked along the sandy beaches towards a campfire, where one ape and one cheetah pirate were sitting around, eating marshmallows.
"So then I busted in, raising my golden sword, and Woodrow Reyes cried 'no please Apex I beg for mercy'" Apex was telling them his widely exaggerated story.
"I think I know how he must've felt" groaned the ape.
"If I have to listen to this story once more I'm gonna be crying meself" added the cheetah.
"Yeah, well you wouldn't recognise a good story if you paid for it...which you can't because of this stupid embargo your weird cheetah tribe imposed on the island" retorted the tiger.
"Don't you have any new stories?" moaned the ape.
"Well actually, that's why I'm hear, to find the treasure all men and women crave; haunts the dreams of every sailor and dragon" he revealed.
"You don't mean- they both began. "World's End!?"
"Exactly".
"Then why'd you come here, there's no treasure on Blood island?" asked the ape.
"Well I know that now, the lesson's been learned all right, it won't happen again" Apex dramatically said, getting up to leave. "Just to recap, there's no treasure buried on this island?"
The other two hit their hands on their faces.