Divinity

Chapter 7
Outcome


Spyro glided in front of the gathered army on their way towards Gorn's wondering group of dragons. Fear hung in the air, death close at hand. Something in Spyro's mind told him that maybe this wasn't what he should do. Somehow, it didn't quite seam right. He flashed back to his initial feelings on the situations; he remembered the fear that he had, had about fighting somebody who wasn't intoxicated by the ruthlessness of malice. Maybe this was what it was that was recurring to him.

Spyro also thought back to the words that Erin had shared with him. What was the difference between the darkness and Gorn? He believed in the destruction of everybody who was allied with Spyro. Was there a difference?

"An intriguing question" came a voice in his head.

"Ignitus?" Spyro thought.

"Yes, Spyro, it is me." was the caring return.

"Should I be doing this? Is this the correct path?"

"There is not a correct path, all of them are wrong."

Spyro pondered the words. "So do nothing?"

"No! no, that is the worst path you could choose. Spyro, the only thing worse than war, is not knowing what to fight for. You have found something worth fighting for. Protect it with the entirety of your life. Thus is what life is for. A valiant protection of a future yet to come. Often life is doormat and slow. Today it has taken a much quicker, violent turn. Fight for life."

"So this is what I should do?"

"Yes, there is not another way to go about it" Ignitus answered. "There is a time in all of our lives that death becomes inevitable. Everything that has a beginning has an ending, and everything has a beginning."

Spyro relished in the moment. This could be some of his final glimpses of the world. His chances of ever seeing it again were slowly dwindling away and the live flesh of those who he had grown to love he may never see again. Death could take them all at any moment, and it was harder to remove that thought from his mind now that he could sense his mortality. "Is it that we all live our lives in so much of a hurry that we are never able to realize all that this life entails. Or is it that we are never worried about them that they become irrelevant?" He asked half to himself.

"That is a greater purpose taking hold of you, Spyro. You are suddenly realizing exactly what is lost to achieve a goal. Nothing good ever happens without dissolving something from somebody."

"What is it that is happening?" Spyro asked internally to an absent reply. "Ignitus?"

There was to be a reply. The living were now without assistance from the spiritual.

Cynder got Spyro's attention from behind. "You see them there?" she asked pointing towards the distant horizon as it came into view.

Spyro turned back his head and skewered the ground looking for the group that they were to attack. Eventually he found the spot where they were stationed.

"You know what we are flying towards don't you?" Spyro asked Cynder.

"Indeed" was her simple reply. Their ability to read anybody was an element of this attack that would be hard to overcome. Every move that would be sent at them would be completely predicted, and could be reacted to moments in advance.

Spyro split off from the group and was followed by a quarter of the dragons: the fire dragons.

The battle was now inevitable. Any former hope of it being skirted had been dissolved. The words of the elder in the walk of divinity echoed off the walls of his mind: "Death is inevitable; fighting is inevitable, destruction is inevitable. It is the nature of the beast."

Spyro could see the tunnel in the back of his mind. Slowly, inevitably he began to exist there, and only there. The light grew brighter in that realm of his mind. In reality he descended at a greater rate and he was only a few seconds away from reaching the group of seemingly unknowing dragons. Meir moments from initial impact they turned towards him and leaped. Spyro ran into the first dragon and tore a shot at the head of his adversary. It was blocked just in time as a paw ripped at his stomach spilling his blood over his purple scales.

The adversary allowed Spyro to pass him and run into another dragon. Spyro grabbed this one's horn and began to twirl him around knocking those around him to the ground. All around dragons of each alliance fell to the ground, their lives taken from them in a flash, each body an entity given to protect what they believed in.

"You see what this monstrosity has done to us now!" Gorn could be heard yelling out from the center of the battle where there was no action his voice steadily getting closer. The option of fleeing from an encounter gained momentum in his mind but what beat down at the sight of Gorn's bright red body killed it all away. Spyro had chosen the final leg of his life trip. Is imitate death had been chose. Though he was still there to finish it out he had expended his options.

"You see, in the end Spyro, the good guys always win. The light always defeats the darkness." Spyro launched a fireball at this absurdity. Gorn raise his paw and hit it away effortlessly back at Spyro. Spyro yelped in pain as he found his legs heated with his own weapon.

"This is what the dark side brings you, they tell you of the immortality and then endless power. So where is it?" he demanded leaving Spyro confused.

Gorn halted himself inches from Spyro. He stood there motionless. Spyro attempted a right hook at him and suddenly found his paw held by Gorn. Spyro quickly retreated his hand to the ground.

In the back of his mind, the light shone ever brighter and nearly filled his secondary vision. He could nearly hear the elder's voice by now. Spyro's worldly existence was nearly expended.

"You see how this is going to end don't you? You can see it now. I know you can." he glanced around at all of the spectators, the fighting at the forefront nearly irrelevant here at the center. "Even the most powerful of the evil is no match for the great power of the light. Darkness is only a power when at a far, in close quarters light covers out the darkness."

He turned back to Spyro and moved his hand towards Spyro's legs. Spyro lifted his paw to block the impending attack while activating Dragon time. He saw the paw move towards him and nearly make contact with his before turning away. Spyro's eyes got wide as he saw the hind of Gorn facing him. Gorn's tail barb entered Spyro's chest in a painful slow motion that was unstoppable. Spyro felt energy fall out of his veins and drain away into oblivion. The incredibly sharp spike at Gorn's end ruptured his heart, and sent blood over the ground. Spyro took his final breaths free of intrusion. The pain dulled out as his last bit of life was taken from his body. Now he rest in the walk of divinity alone.


The doorway shined over his vision. It was all that he could see. He turned around to make sure that he was exactly where he thought he was and found that elder looking at him regretfully. The sight of another dragon reminded Spyro of all that he had left behind. What would become of Cynder and the others was unclear. He broke down into tears.

"Another fatality of the cause I see. It would appear that your path ends here. Your quest is eternally complete. I am sorry that I could not find you a greater course."

Spyro remembered everybody who had worked to make him better. He remembered his foster parents: Flash and Nina who had brought him up in that strange world, oh, so long ago. He remembered Sparx who had been a great brother to him, and had accompanied him during the most part of his fight against Malefor, the guardians who had instructed him in the way of the dragon. He remembered Ignitus who had always been on his side, and had ultimately given his live to protect him when he was their races only hope. Everybody who had helped him to become a greater person and who had encouraged him; he felt that their efforts had been for nothing. He had let them down and their sacrifices would never be repaid.

Then the words of Terrador entered his mind and they consoled him more than anything "It is not required that you do anything anymore, Spyro. You all ready have done your part. It's not you that owes us. It's us who owes you." This put him at rest.

"Where do I go from here?" Spyro asked.

"You have reached the finality of the walk. Your path from here is undefined. As I have not traversed the doorway, I cannot tell you. It is only you who will know what will become of you. What lies at the opposite of that door is something that you are going to have to find out on your own. I am no longer able to assist you at this point. I may simply wish you luck."

"Thank you," Spyro replied, "You have been of a greater help than what you may know."

With those final words, the elder disappeared into the abyss.


Erin knew that she was the last of Spyro's party. She could not fight those who she had known for so long. It was not in her. She suddenly felt a hand grab her neck. "Gorn." she said gently, fearlessly.

"You could have been with me, you could have survived this destruction, but you chose to aid them? Tell me why."

"It was the right thing to do." She replied firmly, unshaken. She also had accepted her fate. Fear was something that could not be produced within her.

"To align yourself with the most evil thing in the whole world?" he asked her.

"Your opinion of him was wrong, he was a far greater dragon than you," she demanded

"Was he? Then why did I defeat him one on one without a scratch?"

"That is not the measure of a dragon, Gorn. It's not within a physical ability, but in a personality and commitment."

"He was slowly turning into everything that he had supposedly defeated, and even if he had defeated it, it was slowly going to enter him and take control of him."

"You can't prove that." She replied.

"No, but it is better to have gotten rid of it when it was easy to before it became a bigger problem. There is no longer a worry in it now. It is at rest. The beast is defeated for good. Never again will an evil arise."

"So long as there is a dragon on earth an evil will be able to arise, Gorn. Within each and every of us, there is that possibility. It is the responsibility of each to resist caving to it. Evil is something that cannot be destroyed without destroying all of the good that there is at the same time."

"Maybe, but some things are more likely to fall to it. The city of Warfang is thick of it. It must be destroyed, a city never to be built there again. It is a piece of ground that should ever be touched by a dragon again, for the betterment of all of our kind."

"You have gone mad."

With that, Gorn slit her throat. She had but moments to live. He turned her around to face him. "May you now see the truth" he said with genuine care.


Spyro decided that it was now time. He had finally allowed himself to accept whatever was on the other side of the door. He took one last glance back the walk and then relished in his memory bank one last time before transcending the doorway.