I regret to inform everyone that I will extremely slow to update from this point to whenever I can solely focus of stories. At the moment college, trying to maintain a relationship, which is top priority, and the original story I'm working on along with the surge of ideas for another original story. For the second story I'm currently putting into place all the history, races, and alignments of each race. If anyone is interested in these just send me a PM and I'll tell you where you can read them. Enjoy and again sorry that I'll be slow to update. Please R&R.
Chapter 4: The Siege of Warfang
Spyro and Cynder returned to the volcanic fortress that served as Malefor's home while the forces that survived held forest around what was the Temple. Once they had reached the fortress they entered and headed directly to Malefor's chambers. They arrived at the doors and Spyro looked at Cynder and she did in return.
"I hope master is ok with this," Spyro said.
"It doesn't matter," Cynder replied, "For the first time I have found something important and that's you."
"Thanks," Spyro said as he licked her cheek.
They entered and found their master waiting not far from the door. Both looked surprised and their master simply laughed.
"You think I didn't know that you were victorious. Surely Spyro you couldn't forget that you fired off a beam of Convexity. That was when I knew you was successful," Malefor stated, "And I see that you have received your prizes."
They both looked at him with confused faces.
"Spyro I know that you love each other and that you are now a couple," Malefor shared, "Cynder this was the reward that I mentioned, the reward of companionship. Let us walk."
They exited the chamber and headed up some stairs that spiraled around up the volcano for some distance. They reached the end of the stairs some time later and stood on a cliff ledge.
They could see for miles around. The great dragon city of Warfang lay to the south and thee Valley of Avalar was to the east near the Temple. The ocean lay beyond both places and was where Malefor was staring at.
"Spyro you remember the White Isles correct?" Malefor asked.
"Yes," Spyro answered, "I do master."
"Good," Malefor replied, "Once you have taken Warfang report back to me and we shall then besiege the White Isles."
"As you wish my master," Spyro said.
Spyro and Cynder then took off to gather the commanders to begin the siege of Warfang.
Hunter reached Warfang and quickly made his way through the city to find the advisors of Warfang. He finally found the group of moles who were the advisors of Warfang.
"Advisors," Hunter said panting from the speed in which was looking for, "The Temple is lost along with the Guardians."
"That is terrible news," one said.
"Malefor's forces will be coming soon no doubt," another said.
"The city must be prepared," stated an advisor.
"I will be heading south to find allies and I shall return as soon as possible," Hunter said.
"Please hurry Hunter of Avalar," said an advisor, "We will need everything we can get."
Hunter rushed out of the city and made his way to the coast.
The forces were ready and in formation. Spyro and Cynder took their place at the head of the large army assembled. The massive force left the fortress and simply looked like a river of darkness flowing from the gates of the fortress.
All of Malefor's forces were sent for this siege. Warfang must fall and nothing in this land would oppose him. It would be a long and costly siege, but to secure his reign, it would be worth it.
The road to Warfang wasn't long and so the troops were not in the slightest bit tired. The siege couldn't begin yet though since the siege weapons were slower moving and therefore were catching up with the main host. They camped about a mile and a half for Warfang to stay out of range of the cities defenses, which would be poor planning if they camped closer. By the next morning half of the force would be killed and that wouldn't stand.
Nightfall came as the siege weapons were rolling into camp. The warriors took their shifts on watch duty while others rested. Spyro was in a tent that only commanders had, of course being the general of Malefor's forces he had a rather spacious and nice tent. Cynder also had her own tent, but entered and surprised Spyro.
"Cynder!" Spyro said in a quite tone, "What are you doing here?"
She looked down, embarrassed, "I came here to be with you."
"What?" Spyro asked, obviously not catching on.
"Well…" she started, "We are together so…I thought that…we could sleep together. You know…like couples do…"
Spyro could tell that she was extremely nervous and worried about what his reaction would be.
He smiled and said, "Sure."
Cynder seemed to lighten up and she strode over to him. Spyro made room for her on the pad which he was lying on. Cynder lay in the spot and pressed her back against Spyro's chest. Spyro wrapped his wings around her to provide warmth. Spyro and Cynder quickly fell asleep.
Hunter reached the coast and found a small village. There was a boat captain that was willing to take him to the White Isles as long as Hunter knew where it was. The boat left port and made its way to the south to the White Isles.
Morning came and the army pushed forward to begin its assault. The siege towers which doubled as artillery fired off a round of explosives that crashed into the walls. The defenders retreated some distance towards the back half of the ramparts to give some distance from the explosions.
Spyro ordered the advance and the creatures of Malefor quickly attacked. Wyverns swept down on the walls claiming moles that were unwary of their presence. Orc bowman fired bolts at the defenders while orc with close combat weapons rushed to the gates. The tower creatures began to make their way to the walls.
The catapults fired at the towers trying to destroy them. Three fell to the catapults while the others closed in on the wall. Trolls moved up to the gate with a massive battering ram preparing to destroy the barrier.
Spyro and Cynder waited near the rear of the army and waited for the gate to fall. The battering ram smashed against on the gate once, twice, a third time, and finally after six swings the gate gave in. Orcs and trolls rushed inside to kill all who opposed them. Many moles fled to the inner levels for safety.
Wyverns continued to harass moles as they fled to the safety of the inner levels. Orcs stormed through the streets causing destruction and chaos. The inner levels were surrounded by large walls with a strong gate that was too small for the battering ram to hit.
Spyro and Cynder landed on what use to be the main gate, watching the moles retreat further into the city. Spyro looked around and saw that there were many moles still on the walls there were falling back. Orc warriors were exiting the siege tower creatures and ran after the moles, wanting to kill what they could.
A small handful of brave moles stood in front of the gate to buy time for the stranglers to get through and close the gate. Spyro had to admire the courage they had knowing that they would die.
Orc charged forward and the moles thrust their spears forward killing the first wave of orcs, but were unable to withdraw their spears before the second wave brought their blades down on the moles. None of them survived.
They fulfilled their goal though; the gate was closed and locked as the last mole warrior was cut down. Trolls approached the gate and began throwing themselves against it, doing nothing to the gate's strength.
The day ended with a standstill in the battle. Nothing the armies of Malefor tried worked. The commanders were unable to figure out a solution since it was beyond their simple minds and so the burden fell upon Spyro and Cynder.
The siege began again the next morning and Spyro had an idea. He had the siege weapons target the gate and they fired off a round most of which struck the gate, but when the smoke cleared it revealed that the gate was perfectly intact. The remainder of the day dedicated to the bowmen who launched bolts over the wall hoping to randomly strike an unwary mole with their constant barrage. The siege weapons joined in to maximize the damage.
Again another day passed and again Spyro and Cynder went to sleep trying to think of ideas. The next morning came and plan was to continue barraging them and starve them out.
This tactic went on for three months and everyday it brought them no closer to victory. Spyro finally had an idea. He approached the gate and focused his earth powers into a massively powerful earth blast. He fired the powerful blast of green particles, but it did very little to the gates. Spyro resorted to the Earth Flail which he swung at the gate numerous times before tiring himself out, again to find that the gate was unaffected. Spyro used thee last of his energy to creature an elemental boulder around him as he threw himself against the gate.
This created a loud rumble and Spyro could feel that the gate was slightly weakened, but he didn't have enough strength to continue. He refused to stop though and threw himself again, causing another rumble. Spyro's rage was building and he threw himself another time.
After this one, the boulder vanished and Spyro was leaning against the gate. He stumbled backwards and threw himself at the gate, head first. Cynder stepped forward to get Spyro, but he stumbled back again, growling as he threw himself again. He continued this for several minutes until Cynder saw red smeared on the gate where Spyro's head met.
Cynder stepped in front of her enraged love.
"Spyro," she softly said, "Stop this we will take down the gate tomorrow we found a way to destroy it. Let's go back to camp and get you healed."
Spyro slowly nodded in agreement and left with Cynder, who helped him since he couldn't walk exactly straight.
"Continue bombardment," Spyro growled as he left.
They were nearly at the tent when Spyro blacked out.
A voice in Spyro's head sounded throughout his mind, "Spyro, you must break this evil that has a hold over you. Use the new feelings you have for Cynder to strengthen your free will."
"Who are you?" Spyro thought.
"I'm the Chronicler," the voice said.
"Why must I break free?" Spyro asked.
"To defeat Malefor," the Chronicler replied, "It is your destiny. You are the only one who can kill him."
"He is my master," Spyro growled.
"You are his slave," the Chronicler argued, "Did you willing join him; no he tainted you to turn you."
"How do I kill him," Spyro asked.
"Trickery," the Chronicler replied, "Now wake up."
Spyro woke up and he found himself in his tent with Cynder sitting next to him. When she saw that he was awake she sighed in relief.
"Cynder I saw something," Spyro said.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"The Chronicler told me to betray our master," Spyro replied.
"Spyro…" Cynder said taking a step back, "Why?"
"Because he forced me to join him," Spyro realized, "I wasn't given the chance to choose."
"Spyro…" Cynder said shaking her head.
"Cynder," Spyro said, "You trust me don't you?"
"Yes, but…" Cynder said.
"You are going to tell master about this aren't you?" Spyro then asked realizing what happened.
When she did not answer and turned her head away he asked, "I want you to kill me then."
Cynder froze and turned around slowly asking, "What?"
"If you kill me you can tell master that I betrayed him and you killed me," Spyro replied, "You will then have my position no doubt."
"Spyro I could never kill you," Cynder replied.
"Then I'll kill myself," Spyro said, "You can say that you killed me."
"No Spyro," Cynder begging, "I don't want you to die."
"Why did you hesitant when I asked you?" Spyro asked.
"I was thinking that was why," Cynder responded, "I don't want to lose you."
"Are you in?" Spyro asked.
Cynder nodded, "Yes. When do we do this?"
"Soon," Spyro replied, "I'll tell you when I find an opportunity."
Cynder nodded, "So do you feel better?"
"Yes," Spyro said, "How long was I out for?"
"About four hours," Cynder answered, "We have an hour's worth of light left today."
"Let's finish it then," Spyro said, "I have an idea that will work."
Cynder reluctantly agreed and walked with Spyro outside. They made their way back to the gate that stood between them and victory.
Spyro looked at the gate and back to Cynder saying, "If I pass out get me back to the tent as quickly as possible."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"You will see," Spyro said as he closed his eyes and the ground began to violently.
Outside the city's wall the ground split and ripped apart. Mighty roars sounded from the rift and three golems pulled themselves from the ground. Spyro felt his strength dwindle, but there was one last thing to do.
He reached into Convexity and let loose a beam of Convexity that punched a hole in the gate. Moments after the gates fell backwards letting the forces of darkness in. The defenders there tried to hold them back, but where overwhelmed and where forced to flee.
Spyro felt his legs buckle and he fell to the ground. Cynder quickly got him onto her back and carried him back to the tent. The three golems smashed through the outer walls of the city and pushed buildings out of their way as they headed towards the inner city walls.
Cynder landed near their tent and quickly entered it and gently placed Spyro on the collection of pillows for them. She sighed as she watched the purple dragon.
"Spyro, I hate see you like this," she softly said, "If this is what happens to you when you are trying to destroy a city what's going to happen to you when you try to kill our master. I will help you anyway I can, I just hope it will be enough."
The golems broke their way through the inner walls and spread their carnage to the inner parts of the city. Warfang always shown in the light as a beautiful golden city now was cast in orange from the fires reflecting the evil and death that enveloped it. Screams of the dying sounded off the walls and buildings of the city which were projected onto the plains around it.
As darkness fell the screams of the dying were replaced with the screams of victory and the great city of Warfang, a refuge for all who oppose Malefor, fell.
Cynder fell asleep with her wings wrapped around Spyro and her head resting on his neck, just below his head. The cheers and roars of victory from the warriors in the city just barely audible in the night to Cynder as her eyes closed.
