Chapter 4: the valleys were dragons fly
WARNIG :THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD,DEATH AND MAYBE GORE( I think gore is totally subjective.)
Darkness. Pure blackness. An empty thought without any dream or other thing. Kel his mind was totally empty.
There was nothing that could bother him. But, after some long hours of dreamless rest, his mind began to restart at a slow speed. The first thing his brain processed was a painful stiffness through his whole body. It wasn't really painful , but it annoyed him to no end.
After some minutes , brain began to regain its old way of working. Kel opened his eyes, and his mouth fell open at the sight that was unfolding in front of him. Mountains, forests and canyons as far he could see. Birds chirping happily, flying in clear blue sky.
Grass fields full of beautiful flowers, the grass waving along with the soft breeze. Mountains , as high as the sky, their highest areas covered with snow. Kel was surprised and amazed by so much beauty of nature. But the moment was destroyed when the memories of the past happenings returned in full force. The first thing that entered Kels brain was panic.
He felt that something was wrong. Something was really wrong. First, while he was looking around and enjoying the view, he had turned his neck around in corners and angles that were impossible. Secondly, he saw that everything seemed smaller.
The trees looked like they were built for a theater for dwarfs. But the weirdest part was, that Kel felt an annoying stiffness in the area around his back. An area where, as far as Kel knew, no appendages supposed to be.
Kel turned his head with his newfound flexibility, and his mouth fell open from shock. The body he saw could impossibly belong to him. It was the body of a creature that only existed in things like Lord of the rings or the Harry Potter franchise.
His eyes were looking at the body of the king of the sky, the lord of the lizards. He was looking at the body of a dragon. Shiny black scales covered the back of the body. Two gigantic wings were attached to the body, somewhere around the shoulders.
The wings were black as the night , with leathery , dark purple membranes. A long ,slender tail was laying behind Kels new body, ending in a point where it looked like it separated into two knife like attachments.
But even with all these surprises, it still wasn't the thing that shocked Kel the most. He carefully looked at the weird marking were his back was covered with. From the tip of his tail, to a spot somewhere behind his ears, went one big line of weird , blood red markings.
They looked like they were scared into his body, interrupting the smooth skin of scales. Kel could only look at the markings in confusion. His brain was telling him that he missed something. Something that he was supposed to know.
With another shock, Kel recognized the markings. It were the same weird marking that had once covered his dearest belonging. His necklace. Speaking of his necklace, were the hell did it went to? Kels hard began to beat faster. He couldn't lose his necklace.
He couldn't live without the last remembrance of his real mother. He had to find it. Kels eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for the juwel. But it was nowhere to be seen. Kels heard skipped a beat. He had never knew how hard he protected the necklace until now. His eyes began to get wet.
Kel hadn't cried in a long time. Tears would only bring more beatings from his dad. But now, without his dad , he could cry openly, and he used this opportunity to its fullest. But before he could drown himself in self-pity, his eye fell on something. Something on the back of his hand. Or was it called a paw now? Kel quickly dropped this thought .
That was stuff for later. He lifted his paw up, until he could give it a closer look. Again, Kel was shocked. There, in the back of his right paw, laid his necklace. But it wasn't exactly the same anymore. It had grown on the backside of his paw.
It looked more like a bump of scales. On the little bump, were the same markings again, that now covered his whole body. They were written in the same blood red letters as the others. While Kel was looking at his paw, something was crawling over to him.
A wolf, sneaky as it was, was looking to Kel in a way a predator looks at his prey. The wolf was really confident, because he recognized a defenseless prey when he saw one. And this dragon had caught his eye immediately. The dragon looked totally lost, like he had never seen himself before. The wolf didn't knew why, but he didn't care.
It was just another prey for him. The wolf began to count the seconds before he would attack. He licked his lips and fangs. This would be an easy kill. After some seconds , the wolf jumped to the dragon , paws and teeth aimed at the overgrown lizards throat.
But in the blink of an eye, Kel had spotted him, and in a reflex Kel didn't know he had, he lunged his tail at the wolf. The wolf could only yelp in surprise and pain when the double blade tail pierced his skin and internal organs. The wolf landed on top of a horrified Kel, covering him in blood and pieces of internal organs. In his panic, Kel tried to pull his tail out of the gaping wound, but instead of just pulling it out, he ripped the wolf almost in two separate parts, causing another wave of blood and painful howls of the tortured wolf.
Kel could only look at how the life of the wolf was slowly drifting away, taking him to a better place, ending his pain. The wolf sighed one last breath, life leaving him for good. The smell of the wolf his breath flew right in Kels face. It smelled like it came right out of the deepest cage of hell.
Death mixed with the smell of blood. The gruesomeness of the situation began to creap itself inside of Kels head.
"I…I…..what…but, I…how." Kel stuttered, totally disgusted by his own deed. "What have I done?" he whispered. Panic began to get his hold of Kel. " What have I done ? " he screamed. Tears began to well up in his eyes . It was just too much. He couldn't handle this .
His nerves were stretched at their max. And this had snapped them. With one last roar of fear and confusion, Kel closed his eyes as darkness overtook him once more, drifting him away in an unconscious state.
A couple of meters away..
Spyro was tired , but he had to go on. He had no choice. The live of his love, Cynder was in danger. After all the shit they had been put thru, it still looked like the ancestors liked to play another cruel game with them.
They had, finally defeated Malefor. The Dark Master had fallen. That was what Spyro would tell everyone. But he knew better. Malefor was transported to another world. Nothing more, nothing less. Spyro had believed he was dead, but Cynder had explained everything to him.
A being with the power of Malefor could easily return, but Spyro wouldn't be there anymore to stop him. He was tired of his role as the hero. But , he had his reasons. A couple of dragons had crossed their path.
They were really kind at first, until one of them spotted Cynder. They had attacked her and she had been wounded really bad. If she didn't received any red gems, she would likely die. Spyro had knocked the dragons down, but not before the leader of the dragons told him that Malefor was right.
If Spyro protected the Terror of the skies, then it was true that all purple dragons were destined to destroy the world. Then it was true that purple dragons weren't savers , but destroyers. Spyro couldn't care less.
The person he liked the most of everyone was hurt, and if protecting her meant giving up his reputation, then he would accept it gladly, as long as he could protect the only person that had always supported him.
The only person that would never turn on him. Night began to fall and Cynder had to rest. Spyro laid her unconscious body down , and after cleaning up some of her wounds, he laid down at her side. While he looked over her damaged body, Spyro wished for a dragon that wouldn't judge her for her past. Someone that didn't expected Spyro to be the hero.
A person that would take them just as they were, without demanding him to live up to ideals he didn't supported in the first place. Spyro closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
WELL,THIS TOOK AN INSANE AMOUNT OF TIME TO WRIGHT,BECAUSE MY COMPUTER DELETED THE ORIGINAL FILE 3 ,NOW IAM BACK AND THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL COME FASTER THEN THIS ONE. I ALSO CHANGED THE RATING TO T. I WONDER WHY. ANYWAY,I HOPED YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER. THE TITLE WAS INSPIRED FROM A LYRIC FROM THE SONG "EMERALD SWORD" FROM THE BAND "RHAPSODY".