Chapter 3: A New Beginning
The green dragon, Terrador, took the small dragon far away. Far, far away from the Rim to a place in which he knew but did not at the same time. The Rim of Heaven seemed more like the Pit of Hell now that the dragon took it over so easily. He soon found a forest den after many countless hours and the two dragons sheltered there.
Amythest woke up to darkness, little light shone from outside of the den. She raised her head to look around. She saw Terrador next to her, watching the rain steadily fall down onto the trees. He had a grim expression on his face. He looked down to see Amythest awaken. He sniffed and nuzzled her to make sure she was not corrupted again. Amythest snuggled nest to his flank, Terrador wrapped his massive wing around her.
Amythest looked outside and didn't recognize her surroundings. "We're not in the Rim are we?" She shook her head once she realized that she asked a stupid question.
"I'm afraid not Amythest." Terrador sighed and looked down upon the small dragon. "That dragon is plotting to destroy the Rim and your family."
"What was his name?"
Terrador paused for a moment, trying to dig deep into his memories. "His name is Gausheal; he is the dragon of discord and malice."
"Like Malefor?" Amythest asked.
"Yes. Once he knew that Spyro, your father had defeated the evil purple dragon Gausheal had sought out to find the Rim of Heaven and end the world as we know it and you along with it." He looked down at the small purple dragon's scales. "With a little hope and pray then we can defeat him."
They each heard a flutter and turned their heads. The three guardians were entering the cairn, soaking wet from the rain outside. They shook their pelts and walked over to the two dragons.
"We were utterly defeated," Volteer began, a gash on his leg. "Gausheal took the Rim of Heaven with greater ease than expected."
"Even hunter was captured." Cyril winced and Amythest saw that he had a huge Gash down next to his throat.
"I… am surprised that we came out of there." Ignitus turned to look at the pouring rain. "Where are we Terrador? I don't recognize this place."
"I know how to get back, but I forgot what this place was called." He stuck a talon in the rain and dragged it back out, rain stuck to his paw like the thick Mola blood that hunters use for game.
"It's best we don't come back," Ignitus replied. "For a very long time at the least."
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