I know I keep leaving chapters in cliff-hangers…but it makes people want more, am I right? And did you honestly think I would forget Sparx this time around ;)? Also….no one answered my question on where I should stop for Memories and create a sequel to that (I was planning a trilogy, called 'The Legend of Cynder', and I have to thank someone from the forums for the idea). Anyway…on with the fic and the death that was coming….it may be in the sequel now that I think of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro.
"Cynder…."
Cynder awoke in a plain that she had never seen before. It was transparent and sand flowed through the entire area, and the sky changed colors every minute or so. The terrain was a mix of all the elements, from fire to frost, and ocean to desert.
"Where am I?" Cynder asked herself as she got up, and surprisingly had none of the wounds she had from the battle with Nowe. In the middle of the plain, a large basin filled with water lied there.
Curiously, she padded over to the basin and looked in it, and was shocked on what she saw:
A young black dragon was caged in some kind of cell, and was on the brink of death from starvation. It was on its side and the breathing was very labored. After a moment, a monkey dressed in red armor walked into the room with a slab of meat and a bowl of water.
"You may want to eat if you don't want to die…" he said as the dragon weakly crawled over to the meal and began eating.
"I wish that I could give you more, since no one should suffer from starvation. Hell, they haven't even named you yet…" he continued as the dragon finished her meal and looked at him and made a squeaking noise.
"I'm sorry, I don't have anymore food. Although I can give you a name…." the monkey said sadly. He then looked around the blocks, and saw a few charred bars from her cage and smiled faintly.
"I shall name you…Cynder."
Cynder backed off, not believing what she saw. The dragon not only looked exactly like her, but shared the same name. Was there a connection between them, or was it only a flip of a coin?
"Cynder…I have been waiting for you for quite some time." A voice said from the basin. She scrambled over to it, but saw nothing but her reflection staring back at her.
"Do not be alarmed, I mean no harm." The voice told her, causing Cynder to look around in confusion.
"Who is there?" she asked into the water, earning a light chuckle from the voice.
"I have many names, but you may call me The Chronicler." It said in a male voice, causing Cynder to frown slightly. 'The Chronicler?' The hell does that mean?
"Where are you?" she asked him, earning another chuckle.
"I am speaking through your mind right now, but the other Guardians know where to find me. Do you know why you are here, Cynder?" he asked her.
"No, why am I here? And why am I fully healed, I almost got killed! Wounds don't go away so quickly…" Cynder asked him.
"You here because you have lost your memories, my dear. You need them if you want to succeed in destroying Draco and freeing the ones he has enslaved. As for your wounds….they will return when I send you back." The Chronicler answered.
"Why will my memories help me against this 'Draco?' and who is he?" She asked him, curiosity burning within her.
"Do not worry, young dragon. All answers will be answered in time…." He told her as the plain started to spin, and Cynder faded into darkness…
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"She is awaking…"
Cynder opened her eyes, only to see a large ball of golden light in front of her face. They were in a cave of some sort, and she was on a bed made of straw, and it was fresh, leading her to think it was changed recently.
"Ahh!" Cynder screamed, and then held a claw to her chest in pain.
"Ahh!" the ball of light screeched, and then turned and ran into a wall that was directly behind it.
"Are you ok, Cynder?" a yellow dragon asked as he looked over her with worry. Cynder then remembered who it was after a sec, but the pain was killing her from the sword wound.
"Yes, she is completely fine! I mean, the hole in her chest is merely a flesh wound, right Cynder?" the ball asked sarcastically.
"Sparx….enough." Cyril glared at it.
"Sparx? Who is he?" Cynder asked Cyril, who sighed and the ball's light faded, revealing a golden dragonfly who looked completely dumbfounded.
"Cynder, you don't remember!? You, Spyro, and I went on all sorts of crazy adventures trying to stop the Dark Master from taking over the world!" Sparx yelled, waving his arms in front of Cynder's face as if to signify he existed.
"Who is the Dark Master? I asked Terrador about it, and he just looked away…" Cynder asked them, starting to hate the fact she was kept in the dark the entire time.
Cyril and Volteer glanced at each other, and then back at Cynder before replying.
"He was….the first purple dragon. He was once an ice dragon (1) that soon mastered the other elements; Earth, Fire, and Electricity. His power was boundless, and he soon became corrupted by it. He was later banished, and he founded an army of apes to destroy the ones who banished him. It was said he died after a battle many years ago, but he was resurrected a short time ago and attempted to finish what he had started. Spyro, the last purple dragon, defeated him while he was about to summon in creatures in the realms of shadow after something….tragic happened to him." Volteer explained to Cynder, who looked like she had other questions.
"What is a purple dragon?" Cynder asked. Sparx opened his mouth to answer, but wisely closed it.
"The purple dragon is a rare breed of dragon, and is born once every ten generations. It can master all kinds of elements, but they have a huge draw back to it. They possess a lot of power, but can be easily corrupted by it, such as the case with the Dark Master. And usually, they become corrupted after something tragic happens to them. However, the ones that do not become corrupted become great heroes and are praised by others for the tranquility they have brought. The prophecy tells that in some cases, there can be a few at a time, but they will never know the other exists, for if they do, it will be chaos for us all…" Volteer explained once more.
"Can other dragons learn the powers that a purple dragon possesses?" Cynder asked, very interested in the topic.
"It is rare….but possible. There have only been twenty documented cases in the entire history of dragons that it has happened, but dragons also have a history of changing to the environment they are in…" Cyril answered, giving Volteer a break.
"Where is Terrador? I haven't seen him since I awoke." Cynder asked all three of them.
"Big guy's sleeping. He was pretty messed up from the attack on the temple and hasn't awoken since! I wonder if he's dead…" Sparx said, adding the last part to try and scare Cynder. However, Cynder just glared at him and shot a small fire ball at him, despite the pain it caused her.
"He is fine, just tired from the attack on the temple. I flew back just in time to see him unleash his fury attack…" Volteer told her, and Cynder cocked her head at the word 'fury'. Was he upset about something when he attacked?
"Fury is an ancient attack that dragons have, and it varies between the dragon's age, size, and element. You are a fire dragon, so your fury will be one of fire." Cyril explained, noting Cynder's expression to the word.
"Oh…who is Draco though? I heard the name before, and I wanted to know if you knew who he was." Cynder asked, remembering The Chronicler saying something about him.
"That….is a question for another time. Right now, you need your rest if you are to get better." Volteer said uneasily after a moment.
"Fine…" Cynder pouted, the question burning within her. She desperately wanted to know, and she decided that if they didn't tell her, she would ask The Chronicler about him.
"G'night! Don't let the bed bugs bite, or else Zoidberg will go nuts!" Sparx yelled as he flew out of the room with the other guardians. (2)
Cynder smiled slightly, and then realized how tired she was. As soon as she put her head down, she fell asleep.
Sorry if this came out a bit sloppy, my brother died in surgery halfway through the chapter and I couldn't think straight for a bit. Also, if you are an Eragon fan, read Given-Inside's fics, they are awesome! Until next time I guess….
One last thing: I made up a few things about the purple dragon history.
1. I'm pretty sure that in TEN, it says he was an ice dragon.
2. Billy West, the new voice of Sparx, voices Zoidberg from Furturama.
