Author's Notes: This story starts in a position that you aren't suppose to know what is happening, or who Skorpion is. As I've stated before, I named myself after Skorpion, not the other way around, I'm not that narcissistic. This chapter was rewrote today, so disregard any reviews from any time before October 6, 2011.
Prologue: Reinforcements?
4 weeks after Spyro reassembled the world.
"You got the key?"
"Yep, now let's get out of here, before more of them return."
"Excellent, Cynder should be arriving with the warriors from the Cheetah village anytime now.", Skorpion stated, reassuring himself.
"Where will they be arriving from? We need to know where to set our attention.", Spyro asked.
"She said they would arrive from over the hill...", Skorpion answered, glancing at the land around him.
"We're in a valley, that doesn't help at all!", Spyro yelled in frustration, the long night had evoked much stress into the purple savior as it was.
"The South side, would be a fair estimation.", Skorpion remarked, trying to keep cool.
"Which way is the South side?", Spyro questioned, growing further annoyed.
"I don't know, I left my navigational compass at home.", Skorpion stated sarcastically, as they were both rather annoyed and needed a metaphorical lightning rod for their anger, which they used each other for.
"Both of you, just shut up! This is war, not the playground! Argue later for ancestor's sake!", Sparx yelled, he had long grown tired of the purple savior and the assassin's bickering.
The three watched as an army approached over the hill, charging towards them. The war-cries from the army sounded brutal, and there appeared to be enough warriors to take down the dragons (and dragonfly) with a fighting chance.
"Oi, purple boy- I mean, eh, Spyro, are those good guys?", Skorpion asked, calling him by his actual name in an attempt to be nice.
"I can't tell, it's too dark.", Spyro replied.
"Well if you see a black dragoness with them, I suppose they're good guys...", Skorpion stated, noting the obvious.
As they watched, a black dragoness, Cynder was flying overhead the army, the three couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Phew, that's a relief..", Skorpion smiled, exhaling.
"You're telling me...", Spyro remarked, with a smile on his face
Cynder lands by them, with a excited look on her face, "Hey, boys, got the key?", she asked, as the final key, a literal one, was in hand.
"Nope, we're just looking at the stars.", Skorpion joked, in an attempt to make the dragoness smile.
"Yes, I have it, he's being just a little irritable today.", Spyro stated, gesturing at the assassin.
"I'm being irritable? Murdering my own armies sometimes does that to me.", Skorpion said, in a hate-filled manner.
"Can you both just be quiet for ONE minute?", Cynder loudly remarked, showing annoyance at their arguing.
"Thank you!", Sparx replied in agreement.
"NO!", Both Skorpion and Spyro yelled in unison.
"Speaking of armies, how do like controlling one again, It's been what, four years since you last controlled an army?", Skorpion said, trying to make conversation.
"Well, it is kind of like the old days, controlling armies, having to deal with you all the time...", Cynder explained, making light of the question.
"You can deal with me all you want, baby..", Skorpion quietly remarked, giving off a smirk.
Cynder laughed slightly under her breath, before she reached up and swat the dragon with the flat end of her tail-blade, making the assassin recoil and clench his face.
Skorpion rubbed his face in pain, "Well now who's being irritable?"
Spyro gave off a light growl, his dislike of Skorpion hitting on Cynder was growing common, although it still hit a sensitive point to him.
"Oh, shut up, purple boy.", Skorpion replied loudly at his growl, purposely giving Spyro hell, as usual.
"You first... black boy.", Spyro stated, lacking a better comeback, and desperate for any attempt to annoy the assassin.
"Woah!", both Cynder and Skorpion said, falsely acting offended due to their color similarities.
"You racist." Skorpion remarked jokingly.
"Wha..a?", Spyro pondered, confused with the situation at hand.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you.", Skorpion said, showing some amount of kindness for Spyro.
A loud call was heard from the other side of the valley, and a march of soldiers appeared from the night's fog, an occasional black cloud dotted portions of the massive approaching swarm of warriors.
"Finally, I was getting bored", Skorpion remarked, staring into the dark army, "Perhaps these will prove a challenge."
A well-armored dark agent in black metal armor approached first, walking straight towards the four. The draconian assassin walked forward, right at the warrior.
As the corrupted soldier grew near, he simply said "Prepare to di-"
He was interrupted by two quick slashes by Skorpion, one to the neck, one to the waist. The assassin charged him, causing his head and legs to leave his body, he sliced the head in half as it fell to the ground with his tail.
"Boy, am I glad he's on our side" Sparx couldn't help but say.
The dark army rushed down the hill; in response the Avalarian warriors took a defensive position.
Skorpion joyfully licked the blood off of his tail blade, before letting off a bloodthirsty roar, signalling a counter-attack from the Avalarians.
"This is actually rather fun.", Skorpion cackled, remembering his darker days.
"I expected that from you, as odd as it sounds." Spyro thought out loud, as he began to charge with the Cheetah warriors.
The assassin closed his eyes for several seconds, he reopened them, revealing them to now be solid-white as he allowed his dark form to take control.
"Now it's about to get really fun." The dragon stated to himself.
As the battle raged on, it began to look as if the Cheetahs have luck on there side. Though, when they believed that the battle was theirs', more dark warriors came, this time from behind; the Avalarians soon found themselves outnumbered and surrounded. The three dragons desperately fought on, hoping to leave the battle with at least their lives, as hopes for victory had faded.
In an act of desperation, Spyro yelled to the dragons, "Back-to-back, now!"
The dragons stood in the position, the only thoughts going through their minds were that they may die within the hour.
"There's just one problem here, I'm not ready to die!", The assassin's new look on life made him no-longer wish to condemn himself to death, as he now had a point in living.
The armies of darkness surrounded them, closing off any viable and possible routes for a quick escape. They began to pack themselves closer to the dragons, in an attempt to overpower them.
Through the intense madness, the dark agents did something that greatly surprised the dragons. Instead of swarming them, which had a high chance of the cause of death for the heroes, they used three nets, made from the same material used in the chain that once bound Spyro and Cynder, to subdue them.
The dark soldiers approached the captured creatures, first carrying off the heavily resisting Spyro, his struggles useless to the warriors of such strength.
"Don't you dare touch her!", Skorpion called out furiously, "I'll rape your family, and make you watch, then burn them in front of your eyes, goddamn you!"
Ignoring the assassin's threats, the dark soldiers carried off Cynder into the night fog as well, making Skorpion scream in anger. They soon took Skorpion as well, his resistance futile to the seemingly infinite strength of the army.