Climactic Arousal
Chapter 3
A Dark Omen
It was six months after me and Cynder had returned to Warfang, and I found myself surrounded by solid oak bookshelves filled with old tattered bindings. The floor beneath me creaked beneath my weight as I looked for the "Pr" section. My nights had been filled by dreams of me grabbing a book by the title "Prophecies" from this very section here, and I knew that they were there for a reason.
I turned my right wing towards the shelf and ran it millimeters from the putrid bindings fearing that I would rip them apart. Over faded titles of "Parade of Pirates" and "Prophet's Tails" I finally found a glossy gold bound hardcover reading in large red letters "Prophecies."
I placed my other wing to the opposite side of it and gently slid it out from the wood producing an empty spot that was soon filled by the titles on each side. I tucked it beneath my wing and proceeded on towards the vacated tables on my right where I sat down and opened to the inside cover.
"Table of Contents,
"Pre-History… 4; The First Dragon Age… 56; The Age of Dyfo... 104; The Night of Malice… 178; The Dawn of the Dragon… 254; The Shadow of Dawn… 312; Rejuvenation… 401; The End of Time… 461."
I pondered the titles and was slightly intrigued by the title "Dawn of the Dragon" since it had been used a time or two to describe what had happened after I'd beaten Malefor. I flipped the book towards the middle finding page number 312 staring me in the face with bold text reading, "The Shadow of Dawn, Time period variably between four hundred to eight hundred PDOTD, or four thousand to four thousand four hundred years post Dyfo."
I'd never heard of this Dyfo, but it seemed as though he had been a historical figure, and if the Dawn of the Dragon was my pulling the world back together like I thought it was, then when was this book written. I read on a little more on page three twelve.
"This age is rung in upon the merciless hands of the newly appointed Electricity guardian as the guardianship is slowly, and violently torn apart around him. Though it is uncertain whether he is responsible for the destruction of the other guardians it is certain that he is the one who ultimately reawakens the use of dark forces in order to protect himself from a beast. This brings the protection given from the Dawn to and end and ultimately helps lead to the end of time."
I looked around and made sure that there was nobody looking over my shoulder or anything. I allowed the words to reverberate in my head, and I suddenly felt ice run through my veins. I decided to turn to the Dawn of the Dragon and make for certain what it was.
I ran my wings rapidly over top of the pages until I came across the large bold faced letters once again on page two fifty four.
"The Dawn of the Dragon is brought in by the seventh purple dragon on the night of August 16th in year 3586 as the Destroyer completes its cycle after being summoned from the depths by that of the fifth purple dragon. The one born into black blood assists him in this journey and together they are able to ward off the force of the fifth purple dragon."
Cynder apparently was the one born of black blood I decided, but what did this title for her entail, and what happened to the sixth purple dragon? I looked around making sure that I was along once more. A yellow dragoness had taken a seat directly behind me and was looking across at me when I saw her. Her eyes scurried away from my gaze, so I decided that she was not an issue and I returned to my pondering.
The page had blown from where it was onto page two hundred nine and here there was only one small sentence on each open page, "From the sixth comes the seventh, and the fifth it trembles. One of dark blood is born, and the purple dragon is freed of the childhood burden."
One the page opposite of it, it read: "In dark the smallest of light may seem like a beacon, but only the one of flame is bright enough to lead it away to safety."
It all seemed so obvious in the text, and it was so unlike a prophecy to be so blunt, but none the less here they were in text. The sixth purple dragon had been one of my parents, but what had happened to him or her I hadn't a clue, but I was going to find out I decided. I reached to move back a page and try to find out, but it flipped forward on its own accord to another page farther forward.
"Dark Blood brings cold blood." was the only thing on this page. I looked over to the other side of the open book, but it flipped once more.
"Burdens once removed must be replaced upon the next. Number seven is not so lucky."
"Dark Blood falls for seven, climactic arousal creates a bond for better or for worse, and the seeds are sewn."
Now that it was speaking of things not yet passed, it made me shake from head to toe violently. It spoke of me and Cynder's relationship I decided and the bond that our intercourse had created as though it would bring about the end of everything.
The book flipped to the very back cover where there was a brief hand written note. It read:
"Written year 4 post Dyfo, by Dyfo Delanious Deltoid for those who may be interested in their past present or future, or those who may be in urgent need of some foresight. What is written about the future may only be changed by those strong enough to change their own actions due to what is written in this book. The heavy language used is meant to confuse until the truth becomes apparent, so it is advisable not to act until you are sure of what these texts mean. I hope that this has brightened your day, and I hope that you will not forget what is written between these pages.
"From beyond the grave,
"Dyfo"
I looked out the window and saw a white robed figure suddenly emerge from the window. "Spyro, Cynder is having your egg!"
I looked up at the nurse somberly as the reality of my situation came fully into perspective, what had happened was already done. I couldn't reverse that, so I'd just have to live with the outcome of our relationship. It brought tears to my eyes to think about breaking our bond anyways.
"I'll be right there." I replied sending her back out of the window once again.
I looked down at the book quickly to put it away only to find the page had turned to another short sentence. I picked it up and read it as I moved to return it to the shelf, "From the shell, comes a beast that is greater than any ever known."
A/N: I think this is the oddest chapter that I've ever wrote and it was also the quickest, so I hope that it is understandable. I re-read it over and it seemed ok, but I hope that this story doesn't confuse anybody too badly. You may not fully understand until the 5th chapter though so be warned. It's meant to be somewhat confusing right now. Bear with me please; I'll show you what's going on here in time.
Please leave any and all comments,
Cornys
