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Chapter 4
Evacuation
"Ignitus, how do you think was it possible?" asked Volteer.
"I don't know Volteer. The only plausible answer is the fact that the reason why Spyro was able to see the future…or to say, dream of it, was because of his Dragon Time ability," answered Ignitus, staring down the Pool of Visions.
"But I must say, Ignitus, I didn't know…you were going to—"
"Die or not die, it matters not," he answered seriously. Volteer looked at him a bit surprised.
"What matters Volteer, is that we defeat Malefor. That's all there is to it. Sacrificing my life in order to give us leverage against him, I'll gladly do so," said Ignitus.
"I understand. But Ignitus, you promised him. Spyro sees you as his father, whether biological or not. You do understand the toll it would take on his mind if he sees you die? He already has seen you…in a way, die. I don't think he would want to see it again."
Ignitus closed his eyes, and sighed.
"I do. Your point is well taken," said Ignitus. Volteer just patted the fire guardian at the back with his paw.
The doors suddenly opened, as Terrador and Cyril went in, along with a couple of moles.
"Ignitus, we have done what you have told, most of the citizens have now evacuated at the underground levels of the city," said Terrador.
"Good call sir, we've just received news of Malefor's army on the move," said one of the moles.
"Battle stations then, we won't be caught off guard this time; everyone prepare for the worst. Rest as much as you can for the time being, you're all going to need it," said Ignitus.
"Yes sir," said one of the moles, and then headed out, shouting orders along the way.
"It is happening then, isn't it?" asked Terrador.
"Yes, it is," said Ignitus.
"Let's get some rest then. We're going to need the sleep anyway," said Cyril.
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The air was silent and only the sounds of the birds chirping were audible. Warfang was empty completely, void of any activity. At specific points, moles were stationed but currently sleeping, getting all the rest they needed for the inevitable battle which was to come. Underground, moles that weren't going to partake in the battle for Warfang, prayed that their love ones would make it through.
At the Dragon Temple, Spyro awoke to the cause of the sun's rays landing on his right cheek. Purple amethyst eyes opened sleepily, adjusting to the sudden brightness.
He groaned as he stood up stretching, his joints cracking back into place. He looked to his right and saw a black heap, laying peacefully and curved into a small ball.
It was Cynder. She was still having her beauty sleep. Sparx was lying on top of his head, awoken by Spyro stirring.
"…Morning already…?" asked Sparx lightly as he yawned and flapped his wings.
"Cynder, Cynder….Cynder?" asked Spyro nudging Cynder who was still sleeping.
She let out a groan and rolled to her side, her back facing Spyro. He just sighed out of frustration whilst Sparx chuckled to himself.
"I could watch this all day…" he mumbled to himself.
Spyro nudged Cynder again, but she just groaned in annoyance and kept on sleeping. Out of desperation, Spyro nudge her hard and this caused her to break her sleep. Cynder's eyes opened and she found herself staring at Spyro.
"Good morning sleepy head," said Spyro to her. She was a bit dazed but smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks for the waking up," said Cynder before standing upright herself.
"Trust me, it wasn't that easy," said Sparx flying close to Spyro.
Cynder just half glared at him before shaking herself awake.
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"I see you two are awake," greeted Hunter as he came up behind the two.
"Hunter, what's going on? Where is everybody?" asked Spyro.
He had noticed that the Temple was completely empty. Even the Guardians were missing.
"Everyone has been evacuated now for safety. Aside from I, you, Cynder, Sparx and the Guardains, the moles that choose to fight are the only ones that are now on the surface. Everyone is underground, taking refuge. Malefor's army is now visible from the distance. We're taking every precaution to protect the city," explained Hunter.
"Where's Chase?" asked Sparx, looking for Hunter's eagle.
"He's out flying; he needed to stretch his wings," answered the cheetah.
"I see," said Cynder.
They eventually came to a large door, the same one they came into last night, and exited it. The sun's rays momentarily blinded Spyro but eventually, his eyes adjusted, making him see the dragon city of Warfang. Beside him, Sparx and Cynder were both taking in the sight, a bit taken surprised at how beautiful the city was. Spyro was awed by it, yes, but the impact was lessen since he had seen it already before.
"Spyro, Cynder, I see you two are awake," came a voice from above.
The two looked up to see a yellow dragon came down. It was none other than the electric guardian, Volteer.
"Volteer!" exclaimed Spyro, before coming over to him as he landed softly on the ground.
"Where are the other Guardians?" asked Cynder, looking around at the sky as well.
"They're doing last minute checks on the moles at the frontline," said Volteer, before he looked outward.
Spyro and Cynder followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at.
From the far distance, directly in front of them, was Malefor's army. It was just like how it was portrayed in Spyro's dream. Large numbers of Grublins formed the frontlines, and beside them were the large siege towers that would later prove to be annoying and take a long time to destroy. Spyro cringe at remembering what the siege tower had placed at its midsection. It was a dark crystal.
Dark crystals sapped their energy, making them unable to use their elements. It was a heck of a hard fight. It was, in simpler terms, brutal. He shivered remembering the fact he was pinned down by the hordes of grublins that came after them, only to be rescued by Cynder who blew them away with her wind element.
"Are you okay?" asked Cynder, noticing his nervousness.
"I'm," he looked at her and noticed that she had a caring stare. "…okay."
"You sure?" asked Volteer, looking at him as well.
Apparently everyone was paying attention to their conversation; except for Sparx and Hunter who were surveying the area. Spyro turned to face him, a bit surprised at the guardian's interruption.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered something," said Spyro.
Spyro shook his head mentally. He wasn't going to let himself get horded again by grublins.
"Well, its best we move now," said Volteer. Spyro nodded.
"Understood," said Hunter.
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"So what are we doing here again?" asked Sparx as he looked around.
They were back again at the front gate of the dragon city. The large door was locked completely and was sealed tight by locks that were made of what seemed like flowing hot magma.
"How do those locks work?" asked Sparx. "Isn't that magma?"
"Interesting question," said Cynder. "Hunter, do you know how they work?"
The cheetah chuckled.
"Simple really; adamantine orbs," he answered in a matter of fact tone.
"Those heavy things?" asked Spyro.
"Yeah; those orbs are melted into a liquid form. Then, the moles add molten steel to the liquid form, forming the liquid like steel lock in front of you." The three of them turned to the gate, and looked at awe at the magical magma like lock, as Hunter explained.
"See those big torches?" asked Hunter, pointing to the said things.
"Yeah, what about them?" asked Sparx.
"Underneath those, is the said magma; the magma expands when heated to a certain temperature, and vice versa. It follows the shape of the tube its in, due to its consistency, which is why it's not falling out. When heated to a certain temperature, the magma's outer face solidifies. The moles are truly quite fascinating," he said, looking at the moles that were lighting the torches.
"Well, they better make that lock solidify as quickly as possible," said Spyro ominously.
"May I ask why?" asked Hunter.
"A troll is going to burst through this gate, if they don't."
Everyone turned to Spyro, a bit surprised at this statement. Of course, they were still getting used to the fact that he knew what was about to happen.
"Are you sure of that?" asked Hunter. Spyro turned to him.
"Yes, I am; you will be there when it happens," said Spyro, making Hunter slightly flinch.
"I understand, I'll tell them right away," said Hunter, before dashing off to the moles. As they watched him talk to the moles, Sparx flew towards Spyro.
"Ugh…you talking in future tense is creeping me out," said Sparx.
"You're not the only one Sparx," said Spyro. "I'm actually afraid of what I know."
"Why is that Spyro?" asked Cynder with a raised eye brow.
"I'm beginning to think, what I am doing…is only making things worse."
Cynder sighed and patted him at the shower.
"Spyro, what you have, is something special. Who knows, maybe this is the way how the ancestors will help us, in this time of need," said Cynder.
"And stop worrying so much Spyro. You're lucky. You can dodge a fireball before it's even launched at you," said Sparx.
"Yeah, I guess you have a point," said Spyro.
Spyro then began thinking of what else he should do, to be able to give them an advantage, and quite possibly, save them some time. Time was his main enemy. Time was the only thing that flowed in one continuous direction, and never stops. And time was that thing that marked the events that would soon later transpire. The siege of the city; the attack at the frontlines; the invasion of the troll; the comeback of the golem; the resurrection of the Great Destroyer….
If he wanted to change the course of time; if he wanted to break the chains of destiny that bounded him before and would still be, if he didn't act now; he needed to act fast if he wanted to break them.
Prevention of certain events happening can alter things completely.
That was his main goal.
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