Mph. I have statewide testing for like 4 weeks, so sorry if the next few chapters aren't all dat good. Yet again, (deep breath)
Here we go.
The Dark Master was beginning to become impatient. He wanted his playpuppet [now.] But he knew that if he increased the power of fear on Spyro, he could possibly corrupt Spyro in a way that wouldn't help anyone, including him. He had to continue with the mindplay until Spyro cracked in the way that would allow him to be controlled. While he tried to shove more bad memories into the teenage dragon's head, including past nightmares the purple dragon had witnessed before he was half-corrupted, he figured that he should also take memories that would make the dragon angry. Since he was still a teenager, when he got angry, his hormonal response would make him about five times as angry, and more likely to take action because of it. Then, when he later regretted his actions, the anger and wave of sadness would combine. That wouldn't just crack Spyro, it would [shatter] him. He would be completely be vulnerable to the darkness, pretty much unable to make his own decision at all. He would be under total control of the Dark Master. They would merely switch places. Spyro would be the ghost, while the Dark Master takes control. Knowing the power of the new purple dragon, and seeing what he could destroy with control of the body for a mere 30 seconds, he knew the world would be his in no time. But he shouldn't even be thinking about that yet, because Spyro didn't seem to be even close to his limit.
Cynder awoke in a very brightly-lit room. She blinked and squinted as her eyes adjusted to what seemed like a blinding light. She noticed no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop squinting.
What the…?
She turned her head a bit to the left, and found that she had been looking through a window, her line of sight heading straight toward the sun.
Oh, that explains it.
When she looked to the right, Cynder saw Volteer, sleeping in an uncomfortable position. He must have just dozed off while testing some sort of crazy theroy of his. He does that a lot, he'll stay up at night until he eventually just drifts off, and then sleeps all morning. Cynder decided to rest until he woke up, just to get the a-okay that it was safe for her to get up. Laying there with nothing to do, she decided to attempt to remember what happened. When it came to her, her mood darkened, with both anger and worry. She knew she couldn't be mad at Spyro, as it was not his fault, but still… she felt anger bubbling up inside her at Spyro's actions. It was okay to not always shake off anger, right? She didn't want to let him have it, but who else could he direct her anger to? The Guardians? Sparx? Hunter? They had nothing to do with it. She remembered that she had used fear on him, which was nearly [too] powerful when used correctly. Even though it was a weak shot, it had been used in a way that would give him enough horrific thoughts to be immobilized for hours, maybe even a day or so.
"I wonder what's going through that dragon's head that would be terrifying enough to put him in a state like this." Ever since the incident, Terrador and Cyril had been taking turns with shifts watching Spyro. It had been about 5 hours since the event happened. At this time, though, both felt like watching the Purple Dragon, and talking about the whole 'tragedy.' While Volteer was the only dragon that could possibly come up with a solution, it was at least worth talking about it. After all, while it may not be the right word to use when discussing the Dark Master, but it was actually quite interesting to talk about.
"Probably some stuff from the war, some of his greatest fears, and other random junk that would make anyone scared. What's worse though, is the Dark master is probably helping the sights get to his head." Cyril finished his statement, leaving Terrador frozen in thought. It was Cyril's turn to ask a question. "I wonder if the Dark Master was controlling Spyro when he attacked Cynder, or if Spyro was just under his influence. If he was only under influence, that would change the way I look at him completely. What about you?"
"I believe he was under the influence," Terrador stated. "But it still isn't the same Spyro. Not the one that we know. As you know, since he's still not fully grown, he can be easily influenced. Don't let this change how you view him. You know he wouldn't act like this. It's just not him."
"I suppose you're right." Cyril backed down.
Come on, Spyro. You can do it. You just have to let go, relax. Imagine, you could have anything you could ever possibly want…
"I… have… everything… I… want… r-right… here…" Spyro refused promptly.
You have nothing. The only dragon your age right now, who happens to be female, hates you. Your so-called 'father' is dead. You may be famous, but that's only because the moles and cheetahs are scared of you. And, did I mention, the cheetahs hate you, too. One out of the three adults in your 'family' is scared of you, and one is on the brink of hating you, who will soon influence the other to do so too. Face it, your life is over. Now let the darkness in your blood flow to it's full potential. Only you can end this madness.
"I'd rather die then join you."
Oh, that'll make it even easier on me. With you gone, I can just heal your body and take control. You'll never win. Where there is light, there will always be darkness. With that, the sights only got worse. Just give in now, and the pain will end. Heck, you can even see Ignitus. Despite the pain he was feeling and the sights he was seeing, he could still hear a little tremble in the voice.
"You're lying. I'll never give in. You can up the pressure all you want, and it'll never work. Whatever you're trying to do to me, I've been through worse. So keep going. I dare you." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a faint, cracked hiss. Then, in less than a split-second, he went from seeing his worse nightmares to reality. Man, did it feel good to actually have a floor that he could touch without sinking into it, lava on the other side. He ran his paw over the rocky surface of it. Then the after-effects kicked in. Spyro's whole body felt numb from not moving for so long, and he felt a wave of nausea overtake him. This was not going to be a very pleasant rest of the day.
Cynder began to grow impatient as time passed. She felt fine, but Volteer hadn't even began to stir. Wanting to make sure to get a thumbs-up from Volteer that she was good to go, she purposefully made involuntary noises such as coughing, clearing her throat, and that little vocal-thing you sometimes get when you yawn. She was able to get Volteer to snort and roll over, but it wasn't enough to wake him up. She eventually gave up, because she knew if she did wake him up, he would be kinda moody for the rest of the day. She decided to just get up and check herself for injury. She kind of jumped and rolled over, so it would end with her landing on her feet. She walked over-so-slowly past Volteer, but the click-clack of her claws on the stone floor weren't helping at all. Especially with the echo of the cave. When she was close to the exit of the room, Volteer yawned and cracked an eye open. He scanned the room until his eyesight hit Cynder. "Ah," he said, with that scratchy morning voice you get when you first wake up. "I see that you're awake." Cynder, knowing where this was going, tried to turn the subject around and said,
"More like you're awake." She had a false smile on her face. Volteer could sense what she was trying to do.
"Don't worry, you're free to go if you want. You don't have any injuries, although, make sure to watch that leg when you walk." He used his tail to point to her left foreleg. Cynder stood there, stunned, wondering how he knew that she had already remembered what happened. That was something to think about later, as she had more important things to tend to now. She scurried out of the room.
Terrador noticed that Spyro stopped clutching his head from the corner of his eye. He then whispered, "Cyril, get up… slowly." Cyril did as he was told, mainly because of the deep tone Terrador was using. Terrador slowly walked toward Spyro, beckoning Cyril to do the same. Cyril followed, and the two dragons went on either side of Spyro. Cautiously, Terrador checked that Spyro's eyes were open, and sure enough, they were. Refusing to acknowledge the fact that there were two dragons looking him over, Spyro got up slowly, seemingly uninjured, and tried to walk toward the door. Cyril stepped in his way, and said in a firm tone of voice,
"You're not going anywhere, not after what you just did. Not for awhile. We're gonna ask Cynder what happened, and until then, you're going to stay put whether you like it or not." Cyril clearly restated the questions given by Terrador. "Oh, look, there she is now." Cynder burst into the room, if that was even possible without a door, and looked straight at Spyro.
"Are you-" Cynder was cut off by Terrador. "He's fine. We should really be asking you that question, but it seems like you've answered that one yourself. Now tell me, what are the course of events that followed after you entered the room?"
"Well, when I entered, Spyro was curled up in the corner of the room. I asked him if he was okay, and he said… let's see if I can get this right… he said, 'It's getting to me. I'm a monster. Leave me alone.' When I asked him again, he yelled at me to leave him alone, and then turned around and leapt at me. We fought, and it ended up being he was on top of me, and I couldn't breathe. The last thing I did before I passed out was spit a little fear into him." The others looked stunned, Volteer had walked in inaudibly during the story, and he was the only one that didn't seem shocked, but rather angry toward Spyro. He asked Cynder a question that seemed rather important.
"Cynder, was Spyro awake the entire time, or… let me rephrase that… did he seem dark, if you know what I mean, the entire time? Or just when he leapt at you?"
"He only seemed to be evil when he leapt on me, not really before. He wasn't asleep the entire time I was in the room, and seemed like his normal self before he started trying to fight." Terrador's look changed as he turned toward Spyro. The switch from light to dark seemed fake, but what happened after wasn't. Terrador was furious.
"So it was you. You've been agreeing with what the Dark Master's been telling you, haven't you!? You partially agreed to attack Cynder! Spyro, I don't know what has gotten into you!"
The Darkness has, Spyro thought, but did not dare to speak. "I'm sorry, but it's just not safe having you around here anymore. If the other's agree, you're being sent to the most high-security prison in this realm - Whutchenhal." (Pronounced 'wOOt-chan-hal) Couldn't think of a good name XD tell me if you have suggestions.
Spyro began backing up into a corner. Whutchenhal was the most brutal prison out there. With no way out physically, the only possible way to escape is death - natural death, death delivered from fellow inmates, or death by sickness. Even though dragons are known to be practically invulnerable to sickness, it has been told that dragons become sick as often as cheetahs in there. While it seems high-tech and sanitary from the outside, the inside is really a concrete jungle with rotting bodies littering the floor. Spyro hoped those rumors weren't true. "I think he should go." Cyril muttered quietly. So what he had said earlier to Terrador was true. Cynder looked at Spyro, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I, um… I… think it would be better for… everyone… including Spyro." Spyro was hurt internally when he heard that Cynder wanted him in jail, too. Terrador, seemingly outnumbered, just did a satisfactory grunt. Spyro, knowing what may happen next, decided to take the risk of cutting himself and smashed through the window behind him. He was leaving a falling trail of blood behind him. He didn't feel the cuts now, but sure would later. With his early start against the others, he was actually able to gain a good enough distance from them. He dove down into a deep forest, where they would never find him.
Spyro sat where he landed, tired and weak. He felt the darkness creeping up on him, although there was nothing physically moving around him.
Seems like I'm your companion now…
Hey peeps! Hope you liked my newest chapter. Few things to mention:
-Have I been calling Cyril a girl in previous chapters? Sorry if I have, it's just when I first heard the name I thought Cyril was female, and it just stuck.
-I will bring back Sparx in later chapters. It's just… his attitude ruins the mood of the story.
-If you see any words marked like [this,] please tell me. I put that there for editing purposes (loooonnnngggg story) and sometimes miss them during the editing process. Lets just say this is like the… Halo Reach Beta. (Look up Halo Reach Beta glitches XD itz hilarious.)
Bye! (For lack of a better conclusion.) ~MonstaWolf
