Chapter 1 (Procrastination)
"Alright, we're closing in on Hyst!" Spyro went in for a nose-dive, with Cynder and the soldiers following close behind. They came in close to a mountain in the middle of the ocean, which had a small cave underneath it. They flew in through the tiny entrance to reach their true destination. The entire mountain had been hollowed out, leaving room for a large and usually beautiful city... Except...
"What happened? !" Cynder screamed. Spyro and the guards gasped as they landed on the shore. Large spires were toppled over. Houses had long since burned down, leaving only the settlements. Charred corpses of merfolk littered the shore and the water. Canals traversed through the water city like streets, but were dammed and dried up. One of the guards turned away from the disaster in disgust and vomited.
"We're too late." Spyro sunk his head in shame. "Maybe we can still find Tous."
"If Tous was important enough to speak to about this, he may be in the main spire," said Cynder. "That must be it." She used her wing to point at the largest spire in the city. It was barely standing, thanks to cables supporting it from the ground, ceiling, and other buildings. "Hurry!" Cynder flew up towards the top of the spire, with the others following her. They entered a window and quickly saw that the interior was also in shambles. A damaged pool was almost empty The room seemed to be a council's office. "Over there!"
Spyro approached a merman who was just barely alive, slumped over the council's table. "What happened here?
The merman struggled to look up. "Help? Help finally came?"
"Yes, we did. What happened?"
"Too late. Too late. The queen has failed us."
"Please, stay awake!" said Cynder. "Are you Tous?"
"Tous... Tous held off the gate. He kept them from coming in as long as he could, but there were too many... Why did the queen forsake us?"
"She didn't forsake you. We were too late," said Spyro.
"Because the queen ignored her duties. If she had paid more attention to us, and not neglected her priorities, we would have won... Damn you, Celia... Damn you..." The merman dropped his head for the last time.
Spyro looked upon the dead mer with eyes wide open in disbelief. "No... Damn it! Why did we make so many stops on the way?"
"Spyro..." Cynder nudged him in consolation. "It's not your fault. It's mine for stopping at that college to brush up on Law."
"No. I was the one who suggested we take pictures at the pier," said Spyro.
"Well, I guess we shouldn't have gone to the museum..."
"We get it!" said one of the guards. "Let's just go home so we can report how we failed because you two are lazy bastards!"
Chapter 1 (Procrastination)
Yes, that was a nod at how I don't update this story fast enough. I had an idea for an epic fight, but since I took too long, they lost without reinforcements. Anyone who's abandoned Redcliffe in Dragon Age knows what I'm talking about. Hurray for fourth wall breaking!
