The Legend of Spyro: The Dark Master's Malice
By: Valentine McDaniel
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any of the names of characters/places/objects/etc in this story. They belong to their respected owners.
A/N: I kind of surprised myself on this chapter. I came up with what I feel like is a great idea for the story. I'm just hoping it doesn't sound cliché or dumb. Hope you like it.
Chapter 8
A Teacher from the Past
Pyralis frowned sadly. "Ignitus, the Sacred Crystals were gone."
Spyro felt an icy claw grip his heart. He stood up quickly. "Impossible! You must be mistaken!"
Every single eye in the room turned to him. Spyro looked around, wishing he hadn't acted as such, but he quickly recovered and looked to Pyralis. "Please excuse me for interrupting you, but it's impossible to do what you say. Even us, the Guardians of the Elements, couldn't touch the Sacred Crystals. They are the source of our power and they are nothing but raw energy. Touching one is like trying to tame the Elements themselves. They are the very reason dragons today can use the powers of the Elements. They are the source of our power. It can't be done."
Golda sighed as he looked over to Spyro. "You are correct young one and it surprises us too, but we already know. You don't need to spout knowledge that is already common knowledge."
Spyro slowly sank back down next to Cynder. She nudged him with her wing. "Don't listen to the old geezer Spyro."
Spyro smiled as her glanced over to her. "That's not it. Even though that was an insult, that was the nicest thing he has and probably ever will say to me."
Ignitus stood up from his cushion slowly as he walked up to Pyralis. "Are you certain they were gone?" Ignitus sighed as the black dragon nodded. "This is indeed troubling. It has the Dark Master written all over it." Ignitus started to slowly pace the room as the Guardians started to talk to each other.
Nyx stood up and shouted over the others. "What should we do Ignitus?" The room went quiet as the brown dragon spoke. "We have never faced something like this!"
Cynder stood up. "Like this? You mean you saw what attacked the Temples?"
Pyralis shook his head. "Not I, but Gale did. He was at the Temple at the time of the attack." He walked over to a dragon Spyro just noticed. The dragon looked extremely weak and Pyralis had to help him to stand up and walk forward to stand in front of Ignitus.
The white dragon grunted as he forced himself to stand despite the pain. He looked Ignitus in the eye. "I only saw a glimpse of him and only that for a second, before he stunned me. The only thing I can tell you is that it was a dragon with eyes darker then the blackest night. He killed my apprentice but was unable to kill me for a reason I do not know." He bowed his head in shame for letting his apprentice die.
Ignitus sighed as he whispered a name that echoed through the room. "Malefor."
The scared silence that had fallen over the room was broken by Gale. "No, Ignitus. It wasn't him, it was his new General. A dark gray dragon."
Volteer sighed. "Well this is dubious and ambiguous scenario. What to do seems to be the extreme question." There were murmurs of agreement around the room as everyone looked to Ignitus for the answer.
Ignitus sighed, him being the wisest here had made him a sort of leader. The frown soon vanished as he noticed Cynder with her paw to her chin and eyes focused on the floor in concentration. He walked up to the couple. "You seem to be mulling something over Cynder. Would you care to share what's on you mind with us?"
Cynder smiled up at Ignitus and nodded. "I might just have an idea." She stood up and looked around the room. All the eyes were on her. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before she tried to speak. "Nyx stated earlier that the only ones who knows where each Temple is is the Guardian of that Element. That being so, this means that the only ones who can protect the Temples is the one Guardian and maybe their apprentice, and this is IF they are there. One or two dragons is not enough to guard a Temple."
Golda scratched his chin in thought. "What are you suggesting then? That we give out the locations to our Temples? They are kept secrete so that another Guardian ca-"
"This is exactly what the First Four wanted to rid us of!" Cynder yelled interrupting Golda. "They wanted the contests and grudges between the Clans to finally stop! We have no choice but to unite and fight this enemy off together!"
A light green dragon stood up. "I agree. She may be young but she speaks wisely. I am willing to share the location of the Poison Temple."
One by one the Guardians agreed until only Golda was left. Ignitus looked to him. "Golda are you willing to go with this plan?"
Golda sighed as he looked up at Ignitus from his seat. "Do you believe that this is the best plan of action to follow?"
Ignitus nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so, old friend."
Golda sighed again as he stood up. "Very well. I, Golda, will share the location to the Temple of Light."
Ignitus nodded. "Now, the more troublesome problem is to know which Temple will be attacked next. The only way I can see this plan working is, harsh as it may be, it to split up and guard a select few of the temples."
"That will not be necessary friend"
Spyro stood as he looked towards the sound of wings beating, where the familiar voice had come from.
A aged bearded silver and blue dragon landed on the floor of the Great Hall softly. His wings covered the many scrolls he carried in leather packs at his side as he folded them to his side. The very air around him seemed to carry the wisdom and sadness of ages as the lantern around his neck glowed.
Spyro smiled as he looked at the old dragon. "The Chronicler."
The Chronicler turned towards Spyro as the purple dragon said his name. "It is good to see you again in the flesh Spyro. It has been many years." He looked around the room at the shocked faces of the dragon Guardians. "I guess this is the kind of welcome one should expect when he hasn't shown his face to others for a few millennia."
Ignitus walked up to the Chronicler and bowed his head respectfully. "Spyro has told us of how you helped him during his travels and how you reawaken his powers, but I must know if you are to join us in our fight. Spyro has also told us of your reluctance to let him face Gaul."
The Chronicler smiled as he looked over to Spyro. "My young dragon, when you left me on the Night of Eternal Darkness, you taught me a valuable lesson. Although patients is valuable it can be a burden. You cannot sit there and try to analyze everything before making a move. You may be too late. Sometimes, you must follow your heart and do what's right, no matter the cost or outcome." He looked back to Ignitus. "I am here to help where I can."
Ignitus smiled and nodded. "Very well," The red dragon walked back to his cushion and sat down slowly. "there is still the matter of the how we are to protect the Temples and not stretch ourselves too far. I would prefer not to see another destroyed, but it seems we may have to sacrifice a few."
The Chronicler smiled. "As I said before friend, that won't be necessary. I will not be able to fight with you because of something I have already done to help you. It drains my strength each day and I fear I won't be able to hold it for longer than a few weeks." He laughed softly as the many confused faces continued to stare at him. "It's actually more for Spyro than anyone."
Spyro stood up. "For me? What have you done?"
The Chronicler looked at Spyro. "Young dragon, my powers are directly linked to every dragon, both living and dead. I am the one who guides the spirits of those long gone to their rest, were they sit and watch this world and it's happenings. As you already know, I am also charged with chronicling the success and failures of each generation. Because of this I have brought someone to help train you." He turned his head and looked behind him. "You can come out now."
Golda smiled as he relaxed his body. "Ah so you brought him here with you. I was wondering who was hiding there behind you. He must be a skilled in Light to be able to hide that well."
A deep voice laughed softly. "I should have known you would spot me the moment I landed.
Cynder looked for the source of the voice but couldn't see anyone near the Chronicler from where the voice came from. "What's going on? How can he use light to hide in plain sight?"
Golda smiled. "It's an advanced technique that takes years to perfect. The simplest way to put it is you learn to bend the light around you and you become invisible for as long as you can sustain it." He raised an eye brow. "What I'm wondering is how he is sustaining his for so long. It's been about five minutes and I can only sustain it for about three. Who are you? Reveal yourself."
"I am called Obsidian." As the voice spoke, the spot where it came from shimmered as if you were looking through water. "I have come from the other side to train the new Purple Dragon in the ways of all Elements."
Spyro walked forward slowly. "How can you train me in all Elements, when you are but a Light drag-" He swallowed his words as the dragon started to melt into sight slowly. Spyro could see all his features now but what made him stare was the coloring. Standing in front of him was a fully grown dragon with a golden chest and horns, standing there was a purple dragon.
Obsidian laughed softly as he looked to the Chronicler. "I told you that his face would be funny." He sighed as the Chronicler just rolled his eyes and looked at Spyro. "We have all watched you carefully Spyro and we believe that this only way you can stop Malefor and his new General."
Spyro continued to look at the purple dragon in disbelief. "What do you mean we and if you are here why not fight with us? With the two of us we can stop Malefor!"
Obsidian frowned and sighed. "I mean me and the other purple dragons that have taken rest on the other side. I cannot fight because I like the other purple dragons am dead." He gestured to the Chronicler with his paw. "The only thing keeping me here is the Chronicler's power. If I tried to fight, I would drain the last of his power and kill him before I was even able to strike one enemy. That is why I can only pass on the secretes that only a purple dragon may know." He took the scroll that the Chronicler had pulled out and held out for him. He looked at Spyro as he held out the scroll. "I, Obsidian, have come to teach you the secretes of the Elements."
A/N: Again, hope it doesn't sound stupid or cliché. I got a few concepts from the games but I of course tweaked them a little to fit this story. Please tell me what you think in reviews. Later.
