Well I certainly took my sweet time getting this out...
I'd like to sincerely apologize. I didn't mean for it to take so long. I've been really busy lately, and just before I finished this chapter, my computer crashed and I lost all of my progress on the chapter. Then soccer and school got in the way of writing, and I only just found the time yesterday. I apologize if it feels rushed, blame that on the lack of time I had to work on it.. Also, if you find the time, and if you haven't already, please read my One-Shot known as 'Past-Evil' I truly believe that is my best work, but it hasn't passed 100 views yet. Thank you!
Spyro turned to Sparx, and when the dragonfly finally got a good look at the corrupted dragon, he found evil intent glinting off his white eyes.
Realizing the worst, Sparx began backing away in fear. "Spyro! Bro! It's me!"
Spyro shot towards the frightened bug, and in the blink of an eye, snatched Sparx right out of the sky. Sparx's muffled screams could be heard from inside the dark dragon's hand as he turned back around and stalked back to his previous position.
Cynder could only watch in shock as Spyro turned back around, looked straight into her eyes, and smiled evilly.
As Spyro reopened his claw, Sparx was horrified to see the light of a fire building in the back of the dark dragon's open mouth, and with one last scream of terror, the poor insect was enveloped in bright orange flames and reduced to nothing but ash.
At first, Cynder felt sad as tears began to drip from her eyes. But then, as her head drooped in sorrow, she felt something else. It was like an untamed fire burning in her heart, just waiting to be unleashed upon the world. Slowly, the furious dragoness lifted her gaze to the black dragon, rage only being fueled when she saw him snickering. "How could you?!" She fumed, taking a dangerously angry step towards him. "You just murdered your own brother!"
"Why do you care? You were only ever annoyed by that pest."
"What happened to the Spyro I knew?! He'd never say anything like that!"
"Didn't I just?"
Something inside Cynder snapped. Leaping at the evil dragon, she stretched out her claws and aimed for his neck. But when her claws came around, they only hit air.
Spyro, who ducked the sloppy attack, retaliated by ramming his horns into her exposed chest and, with a yelp, Cynder was sent flying backward into the wall across the cavern. Before she could recover, Spyro let loose a streak of electricity, temporarily paralyzing the young dragoness.
Cynder watched in terror as the black dragon approached her, encasing his paw in a large chunk of stone along the way. The last thing she saw before being knocked unconscious was the sadistic smirk sitting uncharacteristically on the ex-hero's face.
Malefor's malicious laugh echoed around the chamber. "Well done, my young friend." Malefor praised the now black dragon. "You have done well."
Spyro swiftly fell into a bow in front of the evil purple dragon. "Thank you, Master." He said.
Malefor's voice deepened into a commanding tone. "Bring the back to Concurrent Skies." He said. "We shall decide what to do with her there." And with that, the Dark Master took to the skies, leaving the young dragon behind.
After grabbing the unconscious form of Cynder, Spyro followed.
"We have a plan then?" Malefor asked his new apprentice.
The two dark dragons were in the throne room of the fortress in Concurrent Skies. There were tapestries of black and red hanging off the walls, a deep bronze edging running along the outside of each one. The floor was made of stone, a deep burgundy carpet leading from the entrance to the throne. The throne itself, which was made purely of stone, was positioned on a raised platform with steps all around, allowing servants to come serve the throne's occupant from any angle, but as the castle was currently empty, aside from the two dragons present and the one in the dungeons, that wasn't currently needed.
Spyro, who was sitting at the base of the steps directly in front of Malefor, responded with a simple nod.
"Good. Come with me." Malefor commanded before standing, and walking across the room, out of the door, and towards the dungeons.
After the long descent to the dungeons, Malefor stopped in front of the first door on the right. Spyro figured that because there were no bars, this was an office of some sort. As the Dark Master stepped into the office, Spyro got a chance to look around. The first thing he noticed was the awful smell. 'By Ancestors!' He thought. 'This smells like somebody vomited rotten eggs, rolled in it, died, and has been rotting for decades!'
Just then, Malefor walks back out of the room carrying to emerald snakes. (Similar to the ones that would've been used at the start of DoTD)
"These are it then?" Spyro asked.
"Indeed. I assume you can handle this yourself." Malefor stated, turning and heading back up to the throne room without even waiting for a response.
As Spyro continued his walk down the corridor in between all of the cells, he couldn't help but notice the many dragon skeletons that graced them; some of them hanging from chains on the walls, while others simply lay in the middle of their cells, either starved or tortured to death.
With a sadistic smile, Spyro realized just how much he loved the idea of both.
Cynder awoke to the sound of sound of a large metal door clanging shut. Almost instantly, she recognized the form of Spyro, although in the dim light she couldn't tell that he had black scales.
"Wh-where are we?" She asked, but upon hearing Spyro's distorted voice, it all came rushing back to her.
"Concurrent Skies." Spyro announced proudly. "I brought you here myself."
Suddenly an extreme fear forced itself upon her, and as she noticed that her movement was severely limited by the use of several chains, that fear deepened. "Wh-what about M-M-"
"Malefor?" Spyro interrupted. "He's here too, and boy do we have a plan for you!"
As Spyro advanced on her, Cynder cowered back as far as her chains would allow her, clamping her eyes shut in fear when she reached the end of them.
She felt something slowly wrap around her neck, before the pressure suddenly disappeared. She opened her eyes to the sight of Spyro holding a miniature emerald snake close to his neck. As soon as the snake got close enough, it sprung to life, wrapping itself around Spyro's neck and then disappearing.
Spyro smirked, then brought an earth encased paw up and knocked Cynder unconscious again.
When Cynder finally regained consciousness, she found that she was no longer in a cell. In fact she wasn't in any place she had ever seen before. Everything around her was purple. From the grass below her feet, to the sky above her, it was all a shade of amethyst. She took another look at her surroundings, being especially intrigued by the twisted and mangled trees that formed a forest in the distance.
"Where am I?" She asked no one.
"Sleep well?" Came a corrupt voice from right behind her. Out of fright, she whipped around, slashing Spyro across the leg with her tailblade in the process. To her confusion though, a deep cut opened on her leg.
Looking up, she saw Spyro completely unharmed. 'What?! I felt my tailblade cut into him!' That much she was sure of. 'How is he alright?!' She then heard chuckling coming from the dragon in front of her. Slowly the chuckling morphed into a full-blown sadistic laughter. Suddenly the laughter was stopped and Cynder was acquainted with the feeling of claws getting raked across her chest.
"That was a warning."
Cynder gasped in pain, blood pouring out of her fresh wounds, and her eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly, however, felt her neck being tugged on. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was a glowing green chain that linked something around her neck to the snake around Spyro's. Said dragon stopped, turning an impatient look upon her. Spyro resumed his walk, smiling when he turned around again to see the wounded dragoness staggering along behind him.
Just inside the boundaries of the forest, the two came across a cluster of violet spirit gems. Cynder's first thought was fury gems., but then she realized they don't come in clusters. She was then broken from her thoughts, however, as Spyro reached up and broke a chunk off, offering to the her.
"Take it." He commanded.
When Cynder didn't move to accept it, he swept his claws across her cheek.
"I said TAKE IT!"
A low growl emanated from the back of Cynder's throat as she turned her head back around to glare at her attacker. "No."
Before she could even blink, Cynder felt the flat of Spyro's tailblade connect with her injured cheek, knocking her off her feet and adding another layer of pain to her body. When Cynder finally looked back up, she found Spyro's face inches away from hers. When her gaze met his, she found that his eyes were no longer pure white in color, but the irises were blood red, the light refracting off of them making it seem like Spyro's rage was being filtered directly into her soul.
Cynder's anger finally waned, as she felt fear grip her heart, visibly flinching when Spyro spoke again.
"What did you say?!" He asked angrily.
"N-Nothing!" Cynder stuttered, not even trying to hide her fear.
"Good." Spyro responded before forcefully shoving the gem into her hand. "Now break it. Before I get mad."
Not wanting more beating, Cynder quickly obeyed. Slowly, and quite painfully, Cynder's wounds closed over. Faint scars were left behind as a result of the corrupted crystals inability to heal injuries completely. Cynder sighed in relief as the pain finally subsided.
"There." Spyro said. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"N-no."
Spyro let loose an exasperated sigh. "…We need to go hunting." He said before spinning on his heel and walking deeper in the forest.
One Month Later
Cynder was currently hunkered down in a violet colored bush, her eyes trained on a deer in the clearing in front of her. Beside her, she heard the quiet clicking of Spyro adjusting the knob that controlled the length of the chain binding them together. Once the clicking ceased, Cynder leapt forward, the deer noticing her much too late. As soon as she was upon it, Cynder sunk her fangs into the lavender deer's neck, killing it quickly and, more importantly in Cynder's eyes, painlessly. She could feel that this place was messing with her mind, so she did her absolute best to keep herself restrained.
"Nice work, Cyn!" Spyro called as he emerged from his hiding place. "Although, you could've let it feel at least a little pain." Despite his initial cruelty, Spyro was actually good company. Bar his sadistic sense of humor and the occasional fit of anger.
Cynder rolled her eyes, all too accustomed to this kind of talk. "No thanks. I'd rather not let it suffer."
"Aww, C'mon! You know you would enjoy it if you tortured it a little bit." He replied carelessly.
Cynder didn't reply. She only dropped to a sitting position, casting an impatient glare towards her sadistic companion.
"What?"
"Are you gonna start a fire so we can cook this?" She asked impatiently.
"Nah, I think we should eat it raw today." Was Spyro's reply.
"And why is that?"
"Because it has been far too long since I've seen blood."
Without waiting for a reply, Spyro dug in, relentlessly tearing at the purple flesh. With a slight growl of irritation, Cynder moved to join him.
Aaand... CUT! Before anyone says that Cynder wouldn't have reacted like that to Spyro's anger, there is a reason for that. It will be explained in a later chapter.
Again, I'd like to apologize for the time it took me to get this out, and thank everyone who stuck with me in my down time. I just couldn't find the time to write.
Also, I've decided that I am going to rewrite My other book, 'The Darkness Returns". I'm just not happy with what I have so far, and with all the plot changes in this book, I don't think it would make sense. So that book is going to be called 'dead' for the time being.
Finally, I am going to start a new project for you guys. I could be stupid for doing so because I already have a lot on my plate, but I have a lot of good ideas that I don't want to go to waste.
Thank you again for sticking with me in my down time, I really appreciate it!
Shadow out.
