Legend of Spyro: Corrupted Souls

Innocence

"Wait just hold on a moment."

Both Spyro and the new dragoness stopped at the mouth of the cave. Spyro had 'slept' through the night, the morning sun was on the horizon casting a long shadow of both dragons that went into the cave.

"Who are you exactly? I haven't met any other dragon since... well for a long time now." Spyro did not care to mention his year-long travel to the stranger. Even if she may already know from the stories that have most likely spread around.

"I'm sorry for rushing you Spyro," She said this with a bow, "If I may call you that?" She replied hastily.

Spyro hated the fact that he was known for his actions so much he was bowed to. He wanted to be equal among dragons, not high above and demanding respect. In addition, he didn't even deserve the respect after what he has done.

He sighed; "Get up, everyone is allowed to call me Spyro. Not 'Legendary Purple Dragon', or 'The Dragon of Legend'. None of the Heroic nonsense alright?" The dragoness quickly nodded and discontinued her bow.

"Sorry Spyro, My name is Skyla, we were on a scouting mission to locate other colonies, but when we were tipped off that you have been spotted around this mountain, we thought you would be a bigger priority..." She trailed off while shuffling her paws. Spyro had a feeling it was not the right time discuss the other events.

"Alright take me to the scene, tell me on the way."

Skyla nodded, snapped her wings open and took off above the cavern entrance. Spyro followed her, he winced as he flapped his wings to gain altitude. His prolonged travels had taken its toll on his wings, but the dragoness said there were dragons in trouble so he pushed forward.

Spyro's morning vision started to fade and he could see much more clear than before in the cave. He was able to better identify Skyla's appearance as well.

She had white and yellow pattern scales, she had a similar horn shape to Spyro's except smaller, her eye color was a mimic of the clear sky, and her white wings had a blue tint, same for the membranes. She had the body shape that reminded Spyro of... Cynder.

Spyro looked away, not desiring memories to come back at the moment. He had to focus.

Then he realized Skyla was talking.

"We don't know what it was really. We were flying above the forest when one of our members took a sudden drop towards the ground. Then two others plummeted down as well. There was... b-blood... falling with them."

Spyro could tell she was remembering some horrifying events, but somehow the dragoness remain collected as she could be. The way her eyes looked wide and bloodshot was a clue, but he could also see a small shimmering reflection of blood that dripped of her left horn. She was clearly in the middle of the blood bath.

"You don't know who was attacking?"

"No! I could only see them falling with those, bloodshot eyes, we didn't see anything that could have caused it. My brother told me to back to Warfang but..."

'She thought if she could find me I could help.' Spyro thought.

Spyro noticed a change in overlook of the forest. There were multiple trees that looked trampled, as though something fell on them; Spyro figured this was the destination. Skyla noticed too, she took a breath and looked at Spyro, but before she could tell him anything:

"I'll take care of it, I'll find your brother and whoever else is alive, and you go to Warfang and report to the Guardians, I'm guessing they're still alive." Spyro had a grudge with the Elders; he had grown a strong dislike towards their actions during the Three Year War.

Skyla nodded. "Yes they are, but I want to help!" Spyro could tell she was panicking over the thought of not being aware of what happened to her brother.

"You searched for me so that I may help, right? I'm helping now, you can assist as well by alerting the Guardians that for one: I am alive, and two, your brother is danger as well as your group." Spyro demanded. He hated having to order, placing himself higher than others, but he needed Skyla to cooperate.

"Alright Spyro, I'll go as quickly as I can!" She agreed.

A sudden after-thought came to Spyro however; he contemplated on whether or not Skyla could reach the Guardians in time. But he was proved wrong when Skyla tucked her wings over her head and a strong gust of wind began to arise. Before Spyro could question what was occurring, her wings shot back and the dragoness was immediately flying away at a speed Spyro had never seen before.

"Huh, and here I thought she was an electric dragon, no wonder she seemed sure of herself." Spyro muttered to himself, before diving into the wilderness below, knowing this would be his first battle in a long time.

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"Guardians! Guardians! We found Spyro but my group is in trouble!" Skyla said with haste.

"Spyro? We thought he was... never mind. What is happening with your group? And why aren't you there?" Said in tone of feigned concerned.

"Spyro's back! He is trying to help my group right now but I had to report to you!" She cried.

"Was anyone else with the purple dragon?" Said the yellow scaled elder.

"N-No... but we need help!" 'Why were the elders concerned about Spyro's existence more than her brother?' She thought to herself. 'Dragons are being slain and they're acting as though Spyro was a part of it.'

"That solves one problem." Said a low voice.

"But also creates another." Replied the casual voice.

Now Skyla was left completely in the dark. Why was the absence of Spyro's companion and Ignitus a problem solver? Then the elders looked back at Skyla.

"Alright, find Hunter at the barracks, he will assist you." The low voice replied.

Skyla quickly took off so she wouldn't waste any more time. As she flew out of the temple, the guardians turned to each other.

"He's alive, and supposing Cynder and Ignitus are gone, I do believe the real legend starts. Am I correct?" Asked the yellow elder.

"Yes Volteer, with Malefor gone, we can finally continue into the age, and hopefully can keep it at ease while we get the break we deserved for so long." Replied the blue elder.

"We can only hope so Cyril, remember, your path had once crossed with Spyro's life a long time ago. It may come back around again." Stated the low voice.

Then there another dragon that came into the conversation.

"Every purple dragon that has come into a moment of loss and misery has always been known to become intertwined with Convexity Terrador. With that power, even beyond our Ancestor's control, let us hope none of you come into battle with the current legendary purple dragon."

All three Guardians nodded in agreement.

Above the four of them in the ceiling, was a faint yellow glow emitting from a hollowed corner. The dragonfly causing the light had overheard the conversation below.

"Bro, I hope you make it back soon, I'm sure how long it will be before more dragons want us dead..."