Chapter two: Anger
Spyro stood in a state of shock and despair. The words echoed in his head. 'I'm gravid, I'm gravid, I'm gravid.' The purple dragon felt it; his entire possible life had been blown away by the touch of fate. He took a few steps back from Cynder. "I, I, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" he screamed in a very shrill high pitched voice.
"Spyro, wait," called Cynder through her own tears. She now feared the absolute worst for Spyro, and felt an overwhelming sensation of guilt.
The purple dragon finally felt himself snap. "To hell with pleasing people! I'm sick of this! Life! Everything! Nothing's worth living for!" he yelled as he took a few more steps back. The black dragoness came a little bit closer.
"Spyro please, don't do this," she called.
Spyro felt all of his pent up anger crash out of him like a broken dam. "You had your chance Cynder!" he yelled, his scales taking on a darkened color. He immediately assumed an offensive position, and hissed at the black dragoness.
Cynder wouldn't give up. She came a little bit closer, only to earn an even louder hiss from the blackened purple dragon. "Spyro no! Please come back!" she pleaded.
The purple dragon then did something unexpected. He started laughing, laughing at everything. Himself, his predicament, the ridiculousness of fate, "Oho! Why does this situation feel familiar? Oh that's right, eight fucking years ago Cynder! I think in fact on this very day! The day you left me! Luckily for you, I've moved on. I don't need you anymore! So leave me now!" he yelled in rage.
The black dragoness felt the tears pouring down her face. Wordlessly, she took another step. Spyro backed up again.
"I'm warning you! Not another step!" he called at her.
"Spyro," she whispered as she went against his command.
In response, the purple dragon lunged at her, and knocked her away several feet. He growled at her menacingly, and started to approach her, when a male dragon melted into sight in front of her, causing Spyro to stop in his tracks.
"Don't you dare lay a claw on her, or I'll rip you apart," said the defending dragon. Spyro let out one more growl before his scales returned to their original color. Tears freely streaming down the purple dragon's face, he backed up, and then disappeared into the forest. Cynder cried out in vain from behind her mate, but all to no avail.
Spyro ran through the woods. Finally after four long years, the last thread of his heart had snapped. He truly had nothing to live for now, the last of his hope dashed. Eventually, the purple dragon approached the very cliff where he and Cynder would go to watch the sun set together, the very same cliff side where he would watch on the horizon for her return after she left him. The purple dragon sat down, and looked over the edge. Beneath him, the waves of the ocean hit the face of the cliff, creating a slight inlet with a rocky shore. Since it was early morning, this was the darkest part of the sky.
Spyro looked up into the starry celestial heavens. On the other side of the sky, the sun was rising, yet on this side, the sky was as dark as night. Spyro closed his eyes, the metaphor of nature exactly fitting him. He knew it, his sun had set, and transitioned into a cool starry night, while Cynder's was rising. He closed his eyes. 'If only I had read the signs. If only I had known enough to get out of that bar while I still could. Then maybe, Cynder would be standing there with a different dragon,' he thought to himself. It was then that Spyro remembered words that he had been told a long time ago.
"Spyro, when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world. His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature, offering hope for the future."
The purple dragon opened his eyes, and said a silent prayer. 'Then may my spirit give Cynder everything she could ask for,' he thought to himself. A lone tear trickled down Spyro's face. He had made his decision. The purple dragon closed his eyes.
The world faded into black around him, and he couldn't feel the ground underneath his feet. In slow motion, Spyro floated out over the invisible abyss of his doom, several sparkling blue tears coming from his face. The purple dragon didn't feel himself falling, but rather rising higher and higher into the sky, despite reality. The ground came painlessly for the purple dragon. He felt several of his bones crack, creating satisfying pain for him, yet internally, he felt none. All he could feel was contentment.
Spyro felt a series of strange feelings, and couldn't quite discern what happened, and when. At certain times, he would feel like he was rocketing through a stratosphere of lights, and at others, he would get glimpses of places, a beach, a forest, a castle, and sometimes he was being poked and prodded at, making him feel discomfort and pain, and other times he would simply feel nothing. However, there was something definitely predominant in all situations, a white shape that Spyro couldn't quite make out. He recalled hearing several voices, but they only spoke in a language of random vocal noises that the purple dragon couldn't even understand.
Spyro looked around him. He was standing in the middle of the street in down town Warfang. "Wait, what? How did I get here? I thought that I jumped off of…," the purple dragon said to himself as he looked around. "Was it just a?" suddenly, something caught his eye. He looked down. His right front joint had a small cast, preventing movement at a part of it. He looked himself over. There were several major bruises covering his body on the right side, and his back leg was also casted. Spyro also felt a slight pain in his mid section. It wasn't a dream after all. "Wait, that makes no sense. How did I end up here?" he asked himself again. Suddenly, the truth dawned on the purple dragon. "Someone must have saved me," he said to himself. "But who?" he asked. Just then, he saw a white she-dragon with a golden underbelly running down the street with two other she-dragons on her heels, screaming at her.
"Get back here!" shouted one. "You won't get away with this you brat!" shouted the other.
Spyro noticed that they were gaining on her, and decided to step in and help out a little bit. He used his earth powers to raise up a little piece of land a few feet in front of the white's pursuers. They both tripped, and landed in a heap, giving the white dragoness a chance to escape. Spyro was interested in knowing why she was running. He crept up to the white dragoness who had taken refuge behind a stall, and waited until her pursuers went elsewhere. After they did, Spyro talked to her. "Hey you," he said, making her jump.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I was just trying to, oh," said the dragoness as she recognized that she wasn't facing her pursuers.
Spyro turned his head a little at the startled dragoness. "What happened?" he asked.
"One of my pranks gone wrong," replied the white dragoness in a half-thought response. Her eyes then widened in recognition. "Oh! It's…you!" she exclaimed, blushing.
"Do I know you?" asked Spyro. She then looked at him funny.
"Yeah, remember? I found you beaten up on the shore, and then nursed you back to health, and then…" The white dragoness who seemed a bit lost in something.
Spyro looked at her with mixed feelings. On the first hand, he was mad at her for ruining his suicide, but yet, he was somehow glad for it. On another, he was kind of surprised that she would take something like nursing him back to health upon herself, but confused about the exact circumstances of his rescue, and especially surprised that someone her age would be pulling pranks. "Sorry, but I don't really remember anything since my little accident, and just now. Can you tell me what happened?" he asked. The white dragoness looked a bit saddened.
"You mean you don't remember your healing?" she asked a bit awkwardly.
Spyro shook his head. "Sorry, but no. I do remember bits and pieces of it though, and what I presumed to be you," replied the purple dragon.
"I see," replied the white dragoness blankly. "So, what's your name?" she asked in her previous happy tone.
"Spyro," replied Spyro.
"Selene," said the white dragoness in response.
Spyro only half heard her. He was too busy focusing on what he was supposed to do now. It was only in the extreme trauma of Cynder's return and announcement that he would attempt suicide, wait, Cynder! The purple dragon had completely forgotten. "Hey Selene, have you seen a black dragoness around here anywhere?" asked Spyro.
Selene was watching a butterfly when she turned back around to face Spyro. "Huh? Oh yeah, I did at one point I think. Now that I think about it, I most definitely did. She came to my castle asking if I had seen a purple dragon, but I told her that I had seen nothing of the sort, because I just felt like lying during that very second," said Selene in a dreamy voice.
Spyro turned his head sideways. There was definitely something weird going on with this dragoness. She was obviously hiding something, plus, Spyro wanted to know more about the exact details of his rescue. "Hey Selene, I think I kind of owe you after you saved me from my little… accident," said Spyro. The white dragoness leapt at him, and stood directly in front of his face with a massive hopeful look on her face.
"Oh, well in that case, would you like to have a play date with me?" she asked excitedly.
'What a weird question,' thought the purple dragon. The term "play date" was generally used among hatchlings, and this girl was at least twenty three. However, it was a more than good enough opportunity for Spyro to get the information he needed, so he agreed. "Okay, sure," he answered as if there was nothing odd at all with the question.
"Yipee!" yelled Selene as she jumped for joy. "Meet me here at three, and I'll escort you to my castle," she said. Spyro looked at her strangely again.
"Wait, you live in a castle?" he questioned. Selene nodded her head.
"Yeah actually, a really small one. It used to be just a regular house, but then I Oh look a butterfly!"
Spyro watched with amusement as the young adult chased after a butterfly down the street, and eventually turned the corner. Obviously, she was a quite hyperactive, and distractable, but frankly this made her appear adorable to onlookers. The purple dragon giggled to himself. 'This is going to be an interesting day,' he thought, but then he remembered something important. 'Cynder!' Not knowing where to start, Spyro flew up to get a sky view of the city. Unfortunately, this was pretty much in vain, as the city was crowded now, and finding Cynder would be like finding a needle in a wheat field. At least the purple dragon spotted the city temple, and considered that a good place to start. After all, Cynder had just returned after being missing for four years, and would probably be received by the guardians first. The purple dragon flew down for the temple. When he arrived at the entrance, he went in, and saw Terrador, who was surprised to see him, but also guessed as to why he had come.
"She's in the infirmary having a checkup. She has been worried to tears about you Spyro. We were about to send out a search party to look for you. Where have you been all this time?" asked the green dragon.
"Time? How long has it been?" asked Spyro.
"It's been a week since you disappeared," replied Terrador.
Spyro felt his anger flare up. "Disappeared you say?" he shouted. The purple dragon then calmed down again. He didn't want Terrador to find out about his attempted suicide.
Terrador was surprised by the purple dragon's sudden outburst, but misunderstood it. "Where were you, young dragon?" he asked a little bit sternly.
Spyro started thinking quickly. "I… needed time away… from reality, so I took a little vacation," he said.
Terrador looked at the purple dragon. His response definitely sounded strange, but the green dragon played along for now. "I understand," replied the Terrador.
Spyro quickly ran to the infirmary in anticipation, and in angst, for there was something gravely wrong with the purple dragon. His heart had shattered, and when one's heart shatters, they become someone dark, and uncaring. The opposite of what they once were. As Spyro neared the infirmary, he felt a rage build up inside of him that made him thrust open the curtain strongly. He was greeted with the sight of Cynder, who was being checked by an older dragoness with several strange devices. Her mate was close, and the sight of him put Spyro into an even greater rage, but he put on his best lying face that he had used for all the time that Cynder was gone. The black dragoness perked up as soon as she saw Spyro, and she leapt up off of the table that she was on, and ran over to him, sorrow mixed with joy on her face.
"Oh Spyro! I was so worried about you all week! Where were you?" she asked.
"Oh, I attempted suicide, and got saved by a random bitch, and now we're getting married," he replied sarcastically. Cynder looked hurt at his response, and tears freely streamed down her face at the horrifying sight of seeing Spyro act this way. She whispered so that only he could hear her speak.
"I'm so sorry," she consoled.
"Curse fate," replied Spyro quietly. "It wasn't supposed to be like this," said the purple dragon who felt tears well up in his eyes. "A whole life, blown away in an instant by the touch of bad luck," he added.
"I wish it all never happened," said Cynder. "But our hearts must go on," she added.
Hearing that he had to adapt, the purple dragon stormed out of the infirmary, and back onto the streets. When he arrived at his house, he ran to his bed, and screamed into the pillow.
Sparx heard a weird noise from his midday nap. "Spyro? Is that you buddy?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes Sparx," replied the purple dragon in anguish.
"Where were you man?" asked Sparx, who had zipped into the room. Spyro turned to face him, and sat down.
"Our little evil she-dragon has returned from her little 'vacation'," said Spyro, curling and uncurling his two front claws at the word "vacation."
Sparx looked at him hopefully. "Did she come back for you?" he asked.
Spyro slammed his fist down. "No Sparx, far from it. She came back completely moved on, and plus, she's fucking pregnant!" yelled the purple dragon as he threw his pillow against the wall, breathing heavily.
Sparx put his arm on his adoptive brother's back. "I'm really sorry bro," he said.
Spyro looked up to him, calmed down. "Thanks Sparx," he replied.
The dragonfly looked at him supportively. "Hey, no matter what happens, I'll always be here to catch you when you fall," he said.
"That means a lot to me," said Spyro in response.
The two sat for a minute, and then Sparx remembered something from a little earlier. "Oh, by the way, a weirdo came by here not too long ago. I think she was saying something about a play date, so I shooed her off," said the dragonfly.
Spyro's eyes widened in remembrance. "Oh right, her..." Right now, the purple dragon could really care less about what happened from now on, so he allowed himself to be drifted by fate. "I have to go," he said.
"Where?" asked the dragonfly.
"I need to speak with someone," replied the purple dragon. "Who?" asked Sparx with an upward arc vocal inflection of amusement.
"The princess of weirdness who says that she took care of me after my little accident," replied Spyro.
"What accident?" asked Sparx.
"I'll tell you about it later," said Spyro as he went out the door.
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Song for this chapter is My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne
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~Darkness Oversoul