Here you are. I think I made some small mistakes considering background knowledge. Hopefully it still works. Enjoy!
The Electric Dragon: Into the Abyss
Chapter 2: Unknown
Cole watched as Volteer headed up the stairs into the unknown. The privacy was greatly appreciated; He's been through quite a lot in only a few hours. Looking past at the recent events, he just realized that he may be stuck here. Zeke was probably alive, as is the rest of the planet, now that the Beast is gone.
The conduit sighed deeply, he wished he could at least tell Zeke that he's alright. Who knows how his best friend is taking his death. Not just his death, but also Kuo's and Nix's as well. Zeke was alone, and maybe even depressed. Just thinking about it made Cole depressed.
Now, thinking of the Dragon Realms, he was slightly happier. Spyro and Cynder were here; He kept his promise. However, he couldn't forget that Malefor was here as well, though the electric man was still uncertain if he really exists. And the other dragons; They all seem loyal to his two dragon friends. They probably would rather die than sell them out. At least he knew that they were in good hands.
Rubbing his head, Cole decided to at least get some well deserved rest. He made the hay he was resting on as comfy as possible, and even put some on himself for a blanket. Sighing contently, he began to drift off, but just as he was about to fall completely asleep, the conduit heard a dull bang.
"Hey, buddy! Wake up!" someone shouted outside his cell.
Cole groaned; Can't anyone just let him rest? Why does everyone need to bother him. Though, granted, he was an alien to them, but still...
"Don't call me buddy, buddy," the electric man called back, irritated from the interruption. Cole knew he couldn't just ignore them; It wouldn't make a good impression. Making a great impression, however, was becoming less and less important as time went on.
Cole stood up, along with all the hay he piled on himself. Fuming, he started shaking it off with his hands, to at least make himself presentable. When almost all the hay was off, he heard two familiar shouts.
"Cole!?" the voices said in disbelief.
Looking up, the conduit was startled to not just see one or two dragons, but five! What really caught his eye, however, was the purple and black dragons. Staring at them, his frown slowly grew into a smile, until his mouth was agape in happiness.
"Spyro! Cynder!" he exclaimed, as he ran to the bars, gripping them tightly. The two dragons did this as well, giving each other a group hug while laughing like old friends, which they were.
The other dragons were positively shocked, to say the least, gazing at the trio as they hugged each other with smiles and grins.
"W-Wait," the blue one stammered, "You actually know this thing?!"
Breaking from their hug, Spyro and Cynder turned around with nervous smiles.
"Heh, heh," Spyro laughed embarrassingly, "Yes... It's a long story."
Suddenly, a dragonfly flew up to Spyro's face, absolutely livid. "You knew about a weird-looking ape and you decided not to tell me?!"
"Look," Spyro sternly spoke, "We didn't think we would see him again, let alone come here to Warfang."
Cynder turned her head to face Cole, who had his arms crossed, and with a serious expression. "Sorry, Cole," she mumbled, facing downward, "We hoped we could visit again, but..."
She trailed off, afraid to go on. However, the conduit gave a sympathetic smile, and said, "Don't worry about it. To tell you the truth, I thought the same thing, especially when I was-"
He stopped himself, his face contorted with fear. He had almost told them about the Beast. He knew that it was gone, but he wasn't sure how they would react to him keeping it a secret.
"I mean, I had hope of seeing you again, but I wasn't sure how to do that," Cole saved with a nervous chuckle. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice his slip up, as they continued the conversation.
"Still," the blue dragon spoke, "Where did he get those powers of Ice and lightning? The only one who can wield more than one element is the purple dragons."
Cole chuckled, "Yeah, I can see it being confusing, and I can explain everything if you can let me out."
"Of course," the green one humbly agreed, getting the keys and unlocking the cell door. Cole thanked him, stretching his sore and aching body.
"By the way," Cole announced, still stretching, "It would be nice to know your names."
The blue one slapped his forehead, "Of course! We completely forgot. Well, I am Cyril, the Guardian of Ice." He bowed, showing his respect to a friend of Spyro's.
"I am Terrador," the green one grunted, "Guardian of Earth." He, too, bowed. The conduit found himself scratching the back of his head in embarrassment; no one really bowed to him before.
Suddenly, a dragonfly was in Cole's face, with a suspicious expression, causing the conduit to look at him quizzically. "Name's Sparx, and... I don't trust you."
"Sparx!" Spyro scolded, while Cynder giggled.
"Don't worry, Cole," she comforted, "He had the same feeling about me as well."
Cole tilted his head to the side; Why would Sparx not trust Cynder? It didn't make much sense, and the conduit knew he should ask about it later.
Spyro turned to the Guardians and requested "Hey guys, can we talk with Cole alone for a while? We kind of want to catch up a bit."
Cynder nodded, "Yeah, I mean, we'll bring him up when we're done."
The Guardians agreed and left the dungeon, until only Cole, Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx. Then, raising an eyebrow, Spyro nudged his head in the direction of the exit. Sparx scoffed, rolled his eyes, and also left.
Spyro sighed, then smiled up at Cole, who chuckled under the dragon's gaze. "You have a strange family, dude," the electric man laughed.
Spyro stared straight ahead in deep thought, then becoming serious, he asked, "How did you get here Cole? How come you can use Ice now? And where is everyone else?"
The conduit was some what prepared for these questions, though he still didn't know if telling them about the Beast was wise. Deciding it didn't matter, Cole shrugged and lied. "Beats me, I can't remember what happened before, or where everyone else is. But I do know about getting my Ice powers. You see, Kuo and I hooked our selves up to this Power Transfer Device, which allows other conduits to use the powers of another. When it was activated, I got her Ice powers, but for some reason, she didn't get my electric powers."
Cynder nodded, and said, "However you got here, Cole, I'm glad you're here."
Cole frowned and looked to the floor, "I'm glad too, but I have no way of getting back, or telling Zeke I'm alright."
The purple dragon put his paw on Cole's shoulder, and said, "We'll find a way; Don't know how long it'll take, but we'll get you home."
Cole turned his back to the dragon duo, as Spyro's paw slipped off. "That's the thing," the conduit admitted, "I'm not sure I want to go back. Sure, it'd be great to see Zeke, but... I don't know. It feels right to be here for some reason."
Cynder put a claw to her chin, and then decided, "Well, we can worry about that later. For now, everyone is waiting for us upstairs."
The others agreed, and they all went up the stairs to the city of Warfang.
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Emerging from the dungeon, Cole blinked his eyes at the setting sun. The day was nearly over, and the conduit could see multiple dragons still doing whatever they needed to do. Spyro and Cynder continued walking like it was no big deal, but the conduit could only stop and stare at all the different dragons.
When he got here, he really didn't have time to examine them, as he was being chased. Now, however, he has all the time in the world, or he would if Spyro and Cynder didn't rush him. As they walked, the other dragons also stopped and stared at the strange creature, occasionally murmuring with their neighbor.
The electric man sighed; It wasn't much different when he had his powers in Empire City. He was an outcast, different from the average person, but in this case he was different simply because he wasn't a dragon. Cole couldn't judge them for that, he pretty much did the same when he first met Spyro.
Cole passed the mole people he saw on the wall, and it spawned a question that he wanted to ask. "Hey, why is there a bunch of mole... creature... things here? Isn't this a dragon city or something?"
Spyro turned his head to the conduit, still walking towards the Dragon Temple. "The Moles, as they like to be called, built the city in honor of the dragons. We just shelter them here for that kindness, and they help with minor jobs."
Cole nodded in understanding as the trio went up the flight of stairs to the top of the temple. "So this is the Dragon Temple, huh?" the conduit mumbled, inspecting the building with admiration.
Eventually, the trio had to walk through the training grounds to get to the main chamber. Thankfully, the Guardians were already there, as was other dragons about the same age as Spyro and Cynder. From what Cole could make out, the Guardians were training them, whether as an army or just school, he couldn't figure out.
Everybody started to stop what they were doing, staring at the creature that entered, while the conduit felt awkward and nervous.
'They all seem ready to jump me or something,' Cole thought to himself. 'I can't tell if it's because I'm a monster or just curiosity.'
The Guardians took notice of the distraction and walked up to the heroes, with Sparx no where in sight. "Now that you are finished speaking with each other," Cyril irritably spoke, "can you give us a demonstration of your powers?"
Cole gave a perplexed expression, "Why do you want me to show you?"
"Because," Terrador explained, "We want to know your full potential."
The conduit gave another sweep of the area, the dragons have now completely stopped training, and were gathering in a circle, excited at the prospect at seeing Cole perform.
Cole looked back at the Guardians, "In front of this crowd?"
They nodded, and the electric man said, "Are you sure?"
They nodded again, and the conduit said, "I do better when in battle."
Cyril groaned in annoyance, and Volteer chuckled quietly at that, while Terrador remained unchanged, merely nodding again.
Cole shrugged, and walked to the middle of the crowd as Spyro and Cynder merged with it. Making one final sweep of the audience, the electric man turned to Volteer, and asked, "Can you hit me with your electricity?"
The conduit could tell that the crowd was worried and confused, as if no one had asked to be hit by an element on purpose before. Volteer was no different, but didn't question it as he prepared a charge of it. Cole waited in anticipation, positioning his feet to brace for the attack. When Volteer was finished charging, he released a immense amount of electricity, causing the crowd to yelp and jump back to avoid getting shocked.
Standing there, Cole absorbed the electric current without even blinking. When Volteer was finished, the conduit was radiating blue with energy and arcing energy at the floor. This impressed some of the audience, but left others bored. The conduit smirked, taking out his Amp, and holding it up right in front of him with both hands. He then put all of the absorbed energy into the Amp. The electricity crackled as it built up, until the energy was released upward rapidly in a condensed sphere. When it was a couple meters high, it burst like a firework, showering everyone with harmless sparks.
The crowd cheered, yelling to the conduit how well the performance was as the electric man placed his Amp onto his back once again. Volteer walked up to Cole, wonder etched into his face.
"Amazing!" He commented, "Where did you get that metal device from?"
Chuckling, Cole crossed his arms and stated, "A friend of mine back home made it for me. It saved me more then once, and I'm sure it will help more in the future."
Volteer gave a slow nod, satisfied with the answer. The electric man would've continued showing off, but he felt himself begin to drift all slightly. He yawned again, and walked up to Spyro and Cynder, who were also ecstatic about his performance. "As much fun as I'm having, I could really use some rest."
The dragon duo nodded, and walked up to the Guardians, probably to see where he can sleep, the electric man figured. The large dragons responded to Spyro's question, and the duo walked back with a yellow dragon with a pink underbelly.
"Lemon can show you your room," Cynder explained, "We have some business to attend to."
Drowsy, Cole gave a sleepy nod, and Lemon, who was as tall as Cynder, began to lead him to a tower. Half way up the stairs, Lemon started conversing.
"So you're Cole MacGrath, the human with electric powers." she spoke.
"That's me," Cole replied, "I'd probably make a joke about that, but I'm too tired to do anything really."
Lemon giggled, and Cole remembered about her strange name. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but why is your name Lemon?"
The yellow dragon stopped her walking, causing the conduit to halt as well. He hoped he hadn't crossed some invisible line, but looking at her face, she had a sad smile on it.
Finally, she spoke up, continuing the journey to Cole's room. "My dad gave it to me since he loves lemons so much," she explained with a hint of sadness, "He told me that I was the greatest daughter he could ever have, which is why he gave the name to me."
Cole looked to the windows they were passing. The view was incredible at this height, even though it was dark from the night. "What about your mom, what did she think about your name?"
Lemon's head hung low, and the electric man, yet again, hoped he hadn't said something he shouldn't. When Lemon spoke up again, her voice was still the same, yet it felt heavier, "I never knew my mom, she left shortly after having me, leaving me with my dad."
Cole also looked down, "Sorry, I didn't have much love from my mom either, or my dad for that matter."
Lemon was not cheered up by his joke, and she stopped at a door. "We're here," Lemon stated gravely. Cole stopped as well, and Lemon began the long flight down, walking past the conduit.
Cole watched her as she left, slightly disheartened by the way she spoke. He cursed to himself quietly; Why did he try to joke about it? He could only facepalm at his own ignorance.
The conduit stepped into his room, closing the door behind him. His dorm was basically a dome, with a fire pit to the side, a balcony, and a bunch of pillows opposite the fireplace. The floor had a marble design, making the room much more quaint.
Without hesitating, Cole jumped into the pillows and fell asleep on the spot; He, after all, hadn't slept for nearly two days.
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As Spyro and Cynder watched Cole and Lemon walk toward the conduit's new home, the Guardians began nudging the two toward the main chamber of the Dragon Temple. The room was large, with only a small pool in the center. The walls were filled with murals, portraying multiple scenes in their history.
"Now," Terrador began, "We must discuss our new arrival."
Volteer nodded, "Yes, he seems nice enough, though I can't speak with all dragons."
"I agree," Cyril added, "We may accept him, but the other dragons might take some convincing, especially since he has powers like a dragon."
Spyro walked up to the three, "Cynder and I can work on that. Convincing them of Cole's good intentions shouldn't be to hard."
"You were able to do it for me," Cynder acknowledged.
"Very well," Terrador agreed, nodding for emphasise, "You two will work on that, meanwhile, Sparx should be back with an update."
"Wait... what?" Spyro asked, furrowing his brow.
Cynder tilted her head, "What is Sparx going to update about?"
Cyril looked over at his fellow dragons, they nodded a confirmation, and the blue dragon turned back to Spyro and Cynder. "We have Sparx spying on Cole, to make sure he doesn't do anything out of line."
Spyro and Cynder both screamed, "What?!"
"You don't trust our judgement?" Spyro yelled out desperately, furious.
"Of course we do, Spyro," Terrador told him.
Cynder shook her head, "He helped us get home; He saved my life, and got us back. For strangers!"
"You only knew him for one day," Cyril emphasized, "He may have faked it, or changed since you last saw him."
Spyro knew that Cyril and the other Guardians were right, but that didn't stop him from being angry with them for the first time in his life. The purple dragon contained his anger, but ran out, not wanting to lash out at his mentors. Cynder stared at his fleeing body and did the same after a seconds hesitation.
Volteer sighed, "I told you he wouldn't like it."
"We know, Volteer," Cyril snapped, "but it was the best thing to do. For everyone."
The Guardians stood in silence, awaiting Sparx for his report. Soon, the yellow dragonfly flew in, his face a blank expression. "I watched him just as you asked," he said in a rather serious voice, "He's sleeping now, but I didn't see him doing anything, you know, bad."
Terrador nodded, "Thank you, Sparx, continue spying on him and give us daily reports."
The dragonfly saluted and flew out, leaving the dragons to worry about the stranger from another world.
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Cole felt weightless, seeming to float in mid-air, still asleep. He opened his eyes a crack, then wide open at his surroundings. With a grunt, he frantically moved about, panicking slightly about the situation. Soon, he calmed down, beginning to understand the setting, though there wasn't much to look at besides himself and the darkness.
Eventually, the conduit felt solid ground beneath his feet as gravity seemed to kick in. Taking a few looks around, he saw a small light in the distance. He wasn't sure if he wanted to move towards it, but in the end he cautiously did so anyway, taking careful steps.
After a few minutes, he could see the light illuminate a few objects: A desk, some books, and a bookcase. He walked up to the desk to look at the books, noticing how the desk was a bit taller then normal. Still, he could read some of the books that sat ajar on top of it. He flipped through some of the pages, seeing various dragons he did not know.
"I see you have finally arrived," said a disembodied voice.
Backing away from the books hastily, Cole looked in multiple directions with an agitated expression, but saw no one.
"I hope you found who you're looking for," the voice said again, only this time right behind the conduit. Whipping around, the electric man came face to face with a large dragon, as tall as any of the Guardians, but had teal blue scales with some clothing.
"Who are you?" Cole asked in wonder, somehow knowing that he was some sort of benevolent entity.
"I am the Chronicler," the large dragon told, lowering his head to meet Cole's. "I have summoned you here."
Crossing his arms, Cole gazed at him with skeptical look. "Why did you bring me here, then? Going to tell my future?"
The Chronicler chuckled, "No, my dear Cole, but to show you of the past, and present."
The conduit stared at him, his face tensing up in thought. The Chronicler gestured toward the desk with his paw, and the electric man approached it with uncertainty. The Chronicler brought out a book from the bookshelf that had a dark blue cover with a golden lightning bolt on the front. He placed it in front of Cole to go through. The conduit opened it, and began to do so. Half way down the first page, his head jerked back suddenly in shock.
"This is... me. My life, who I met, what I did," he whispered in fascination. Then looking back up toward the Chronicler, the electric man stammered, "How... Where..."
The Chronicler knew what he was implying, and spoke, "As my title says, I record all tales of every dragon that existed and will exist."
Cole shook his head in confusion, "But I'm not a dragon, why would you record everything about me?"
The Chronicler looked up slightly, in deep thought, "I asked myself that as well. Destiny may have plans for you that no one can see. You can only follow the path that it has laid out for you."
The conduit rolled his eyes, "No offense, but I'm not much of a believer in destiny."
The Chronicler chuckled, "Perhaps, but you must realize I didn't just bring you here to show your life."
The Chronicler faced Cole, the man raising an eyebrow in puzzlement. "There is an evil coming that I had hoped was gone. And that you are the only one that can stop it."
Cole gave a dry chuckle, and said, "I thought you couldn't tell the future? What was all that about?"
The Chronicler gave a chuckle of his own, and behind a small smile, he replied, "Magicians do not show all of their tricks."
"Right," Cole said slowly, still feeling strange about the whole thing.
"Just remember, Cole," The Chronicler advised, "Keep doing what you do best, and everything will fall into place."
The conduit turned his eyes to the ground in thought; Was he really the only one to stop it? What about Spyro, or the other dragons? Why couldn't they do something about it? It didn't make much sense to the electric man.
Suddenly, his vision began to be filled with white as the area began melting with each other. He had one last question, a personal one.
"Wait, what's your real name!" Cole insisted, remembering that the Chronicler said that his name was actually a title
As his vision was completely white, he heard a soft voice say, "Ignitus."
What followed up the whiteness was more darkness, but it was empty, unlike the previous scene. Cole could not feel anything again, like he was truly sleeping.
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Cole heard knocking and opened his eyes. He was back in the room the dragons had given him. He sat up in his pillow-bed, rubbing his head.
'Man,' he thought, 'Why do I get the weirdest dreams?'
The door knocked again, and the conduit got up to answer. When he opened it, he found Lemon standing there with a blank expression.
"breakfast is in the Mess Hall," she told in a monotony voice.
The electric man flinched involuntarily. 'She must still be upset about the questions I asked her,' Cole theorized in his head.
"Right, thanks," Cole responded with a hint of awkwardness. Then, remembering that he is in an unknown city, he asked. "Are you, uh, going to lead me there?"
Lemon merely nodded, and the conduit nodded back in acknowledge, leaving his room, and following her. As they made their way down the stairs, Cole scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. He knew that he should apologize, but he didn't know if she even wanted one. Giving a long sigh, he decided to wing it and see how it turns out.
"I'm sorry," he commented out of no where. Lemon turned around with confusion and the electric man elaborated, looking to the side. "About yesterday, I shouldn't have asked you those questions if you weren't comfortable answering them."
Cole sighed again, and risked a glance toward Lemon. He saw her smiling, and even giggling slightly. The conduit began to give a light blush; He didn't think he looked that stupid. Of course, he hasn't really apologized to a woman before, not even to Kuo or Nix. Not since Trish. Why he acting this way to her and not to any other girl he met, he didn't know.
"It's alright," she said with a smile, as she continued down the stairs with Cole following.
The conduit shook his head with a frown, "It's not alright, I joked about some personal issues of yours; I shouldn't have down that."
They had finished the flight of stairs, and were now walking through the streets to the Mess Hall, situated near the Dragon Temple.
"I mean it, it's fine," Lemon laughed. The electric man wondered why she was so cheery; Did he have that effect on others? He didn't think it was him, especially since it hasn't happened before now. Maybe the portal changed something, or he was becoming nicer. The conduit gritted his teeth as he rubbed his head again; He wished that something would make sense for once.
Suddenly, a red dragon stopped in front of Lemon and Cole. The conduit recognized him from yesterday; He was one of the dragons that had attacked him at the wall. If he remembered correctly, his name was Magma.
"Hey, Lemon," he said in a seductive tone. "How about after you drop off the dead weight," he gestured to Cole with his head, who furrowed his brow in anger, "You join me with a walk around Warfang."
"Uh, no thanks," Lemon declined politely, "I have more training today."
She made to go around Magma, but he just put himself in front of her again. "Oh come on," he urged, "You can skip for one day."
"I'm sorry, Magma," she said a bit sterner then before, "but I just want to focus on training."
The red dragon advanced on her with a sly grin, causing her to back up, a bit frightened. The conduit ground his teeth together in outrage; He was beginning to dislike this guy more and more. "You don't want to say no to me, Lemon," he practically demanded, "Now, what do you have to say for yourself, huh?"
She muttered incomprehensible words, causing Magma to smirk at her apprehensive behavior. Cole had just about enough as he was absolutely furious at the red dragon. Without thinking, he punched him in the face with a some electric energy thrown in, sending him flying into a cart full of hay, smashing it. Lemon was aghast with the conduit's reaction, not sure what to say or do.
Cole turned to her with a considerate gaze, "You shouldn't let him treat you like that. Your more than that."
She broke eye contact with the electric man, turning to the floor in discouragement, and stammered, "I-I know, b-but he-"
"You!" Magma called out with a growl. Cole turned casually around, with a furious stare. The cart was trashed, and the dragon had stood up with a outrageous expression. "You have something to want to say to me?"
"Certainly not sorry, that's for sure," Cole snapped back, crossing his arms with a scowl.
"Cole!" Lemon desperately warned, "You don't understand! He's-"
"Shut it, Lemon!" Magma scolded, causing her to flinch back. The conduit stood in front of her in a defensive manner. "If this idiot should know, it should be from me."
Cole narrowed his eyes with a frown, and Magma gave another smirk, sneering, "I am the prince of a dragon kingdom. I came here to represent for my father. And she," he pointed at Lemon, "Is my girlfriend."
Cole hid his surprise, with a stone face. He couldn't hold back a faint grunt though, allowing Magma's smile to widen in pleasure. "You can't touch me now, can you? You just have to grovel, and hope I forgive you, just like everyone-"
His sentence was cut short when a electric blast, pushed him right into a building leaving a noticeable hole, shocking all the bystanders. However, no one was nearly as taken back as Lemon was. No one, to her knowledge, had done that to Magma when they found out he's a prince.
"I don't care if you're the goddamn king!" Cole screamed in anger, pointing at the hole that held Magma. "No one treats others like that and gets away with it, especially if I'm around!"
"Cole!" Lemon pleaded, "Don't do this; Just walk away!"
The conduit turned to her with a compassionate expression, and merely grunted with a grin. Then turning back, his eyes widened, and he just dodge rolled out of the way as a fire ball exploded in the spot where he stood.
Magma had exited through the hole while the electric man was distracted. His emotions were conflicting: Anger at Cole, surprised that he attacked when he knew he was a prince, and a tad scared of what the conduit was capable of.
In any case, the battle had begun between the two, as Cole unleashed a Bolt Stream, rapidly shooting electric bolts at Magma. The red dragon leaped into the air, escaping the barrage, as he shot another fire ball at the conduit. This time, the electric man simply stood there, with an emotionless face, as he was engulfed in the flame. The crowd gasped, thinking the human had met his end.
With a smirk, Magma ended his attack, and when the flames cleared, his jaw dropped. Cole was still there, and he erected a shield that had stopped the fire from getting to himself. This time it was Cole's turn to smirk, as he dropped his Frost Shield, and shooting an electric rocket. Magma was still startled that the electric man wasn't dead, and didn't see the rocket coming until it was too late.
The rocket hit him head on, exploding on impact, and the red dragon landed on his back, dazed. As he stood up, he glared daggers at the conduit. "You have made a big mistake," he expressed angrily.
Cole turned to his side, adopting a combat pose, as he whispered with a dark tone, "Bring it on."
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