So, how'd you like the last chapter? Well, I myself, can tell that it needs a little work, but, hey, that's what REVIWES ARE FOR! I'm tired of people flamming and getting flammed, or people just practiccally spamming the reviews with useless, or meaningless crap. And before any one asks…No, nothing happened…I just kinda thought of it. Also, I realise that some people don't read my A/Ns anyway, soooooo…I'll shut-up now. Oh, but, one more thing. On the A/N at the end of the last chapter, I said I introduced (sorta) two important characters to come. Can anyone guess who they were? One of them is reletively easy, but the other…you'll have to do a little research around the site to figure it out.
Anyway, sorry for the long A/N, but I haven't done a good one in a while so…
ENJOY!!!
Chapter 8: The Plan Has Begun
Meanwhile, two very unhappy dragons were carrying two unconceouse dragons through the air. They were heading toward a dark Castle in the distance.
"Glad you decided to...tag along, Storm." sputtered Charr between clenched teeth, "I didn't want to hurt you."
Storm grimaced, annoyed that Charr actually tried to start a conversation, considering their position, "Yeah...right...like you...could hurt...me..." responded Storm, 'God damn! For a princess she weighs quite a lot!'
Charr noticed that Storm's wings were flapping pretty slowly, and each one seemed to be a hard effort for her, although she tried not to show it, 'God I must be a fool for doing this...' Charr suddenly swerved right, colliding with Storm and knocking Rosa off her back, then he dove down and caught her on his back, so now he was carrying Flame and Rosa by himself, "GWAAHH!"
Storm gave Charr an annoyed, yet quizzical, look, "Why did you do that?"
Charr's face was contorted into a grimace of pain, "Can't...talk...keep...flying!"
Charr continued to push forwad, despite the extream weight, and Storm watched him from behind, hovering in mid air by flapping her wings downwards, "Well then...for a 'bad guy,' he's not so bad..."
Storm then dove forward and glided by Charr's side, shifting her eyes to him every so often, thinking about why he would help her.
After an hour of painstakingly slow flying, Storm finally convinced Charr to land and rest. Once on the ground, they tied Flame and rose together so that if they woke-up, they wouldn't be able to escape. After doing so, Charr dropped to his back, completely wasted from the flight and with his tounge hanging out of the side of his mouth.
After letting him catch his breath, Storm approached him, "Why did you help me?"
Charr looked up at Storm's mismathced eyes, "Because, you looked like you were tired." responded Charr matter-of-factly.
Storm gave him an annoyed look, "That's not what I meant."
Charr slowly stood to his feet, using the tree for support. Once he was standing completely up, he turned and placed both of his paws on Storm's shoulders, then quickly leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed her. Storm was, of course, totally caught off guard by this, and pushed him back, while simultaneousely slapping him with her rigth paw. Charr, due to his weakness from the flight, fell to the ground and didn't move. Storm looked at him, eyes wide in utter shock and her arm still outstreatched from the slap.
After a few seconds of silence, Charr moaned, "Ooooooowwwwwww...." and rubbed his face where Storm had hit him, feeling small cut from her claws on his cheeck.
Storm looked at Charr as he slowly stood back up, rubbing his face where she had slapped him, "A simple, 'I'm not into you.' would have been much better..." he said irritably as he turned and started walking to the other side of the tree. Storm opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't think of how to respond. Her feelings about Charr were...confusing. She did like him, but, at the same time, she swore she would never love anyone because of how things always turned out, which was with tragedy.
Storm shook her head, 'Oh, screw this!' Storm ran over to Charr, grabbed his shoulders, turned him around, and slammed her lips to his, leaving him with a very confused and surprised look. After a few seconds, Storm ended the kiss and stared into his eyes, "But, I am into you." Storm closed her eyes and started to lean forward, unfortunately, Charr, being weak from flight, fell under her weight and ended up laying below her on the ground. Storm was surprised at first, but then replaced the look with with a smirk, Well, I think this is better..."
Charr grinned, "Same here." same wrapped one of his arms around her waist.
Cynder returned to the base to find everyone preparing a rescue for Flame and Rosa. Unfortunately, upon hearing the end of an argument with Ignitus and the other guardians against Spyro, things didn't look too good.
Spyro stormed out of the Guardian's study, obviousely very angered. When Cynder saw this, she imediately walked over to his side and began nuzzling him, What's wrong, Spyro? Whay where you arguing with the Guardians?"
"They said we couldn't go on the resue mission!" responded Spro angrily, "They said that it was too dangerouse and obviousely a trap! But we know that!"
"What, but why wouldn't they let us go?"
"Because if something happense to me, then everything would be doomed."
Cynder thought for a moment, "But what if you saty and we go?"
Spyro sighed, "As much as I hated it, I asked the same thing and they still said no, because they said everyone would be going on a suicide mission."
Cynder looked at the ground, "So...this means that Flame and Rosa are on their own?"
Spyro grimaced, "If they're still alive."
Cynder looked at Spyro, appaled, "Spyro! Don't talk like that! It's not like you."
Spyro closed his eyes and shook his head, "I'm sorry, but, I'm supposed to save everyone, and yet, I can't even save my friends! Some 'hero' I am..."
Cynder looked at Spyro with a compassionate exression, and said, "Spyro, you are a hero. You have done so much since we first met, more than anyone else could."
Spyro still looked down at the ground, "But it's still not enough..."
Cynder was about to continue, but Hunter suddenl called their names, "Spyro, Cynder! We have a big problem!"
Spyro and Cynder looked over to where Hunter's voice came from, as well as everyone esle in the room. Once finding him waving fro their attention near a window, then quickly ran over to him.
"What? What's happening?" asled Spyro.
Hunter quickly jumped out of the window and began running to a nearby hill, "Follow me!" he called from over his shoulder.
Spyro jumped out of the window, taking flight and following him with Cynder close behind. Once Hunter reached the top of the hill, he stopped and bent over, breathing heavily and waited for Spyro and Cynder. The two young dragons landed softly next to him, each looking expectantly at Hunter.
"Well, what is it? asked Cynder.
Hunter bent his head down and pointed at the horizon. Spyro and Cynder looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw something from their nightmares. They saw an endless army of dark creatures of multple shapes and sizes slowly marching toward them. But, the army wasn't what was scaring them, it was the person leading it.
Spyro's eyes were wide in disbelief, "No...it can't be..."
Cynder felt her heart begin to beat faster, each beat pounding in her head, "But...how? How did he escape!?"
Hunter turned and looked away, slowly walking back to the base, "Guys...we have to evacutae again."
Spyro turned and quickly ran back to the base, Hunter following. Cynder, on the other hand, continued to stare at the approaching mass of darkness, "But how? He said he needed the energy of purple dragon to escape? How did he get it..."
Suddenly, a dark, sinister, and fmailiar voice echoed through her mind, 'Yes. That's right young one! I am back. Which means I will need my General back as well...'
Suddenly, Cynder felt something in her body pound in her chest. When it did, her body was quickly enveloped by Shadows. After a second, the Shadows dissapeared. Then, there was another pounding in her chest, causing her to clutch her chest with her right paw and gasp. This time, a green mist surround her, but quickly dispersed as well. Another pound cause Cynder to fall to her kneese, while a pulsating red aura surrounded her that faded away. A fourth pound caused her to grunt in pain while a whirlwind surrounded her body. Once the wind died down, Cynder was left in silece, her breathing irratic, and sweat covering her body.
"Please, stop..." she whispered, "I don't want to go back..."
'Don't worry, you aren't returning to me. I'm just taking back what was rightfuly mine.'
With that, the pain in Cynder's chest suddenly slithered up to her throat, causing her to gag as something began to push it's way to her mouth. Eventually, Cynder' smouth was forced open and her eyes rolled back as a dark pulsating black cloud launched out of her maw and lithered through the air towards the appraching army. Once it was gone, Cynder blacked-out and she fell to the ground unconceouse.
A large dark-purple dragon with three, large horns watched with yellow eyes as a dark mist slithered it's way through the air to him. He led out his right paw and caught the mass of darkness and squeesed his claws around it, colsing his eyes in satisfaction. the dragon then tossed it into the air, then said, "I want you to hid inside the dragon that will continue my war, and wait for the right moment to unleash him onto the world." Malefore watched as the cloud of darkness slithered away, then turned back to the direction he was flying in earlier, "My end is near, but my son will continue this war." Malefore laughed as he flew above the army he had created once more, his plan finally falling into place.
Once again, I am setting things up for the next part in the series. Does this mean that this story is almost over? Hell no! The begging is the end, while the middle is the begging...if you get what I'm saying? Alright, I have been giving discrete clues as to who everyone is, and what their relations are to to everyone else, well, for all my OC's anyway. So, if you can tell me who Malefor reffered to as his"son," you will earn "points" in something I'm planning.
Oh, I'm sorry? DiD I just kill you with suspense?
Cy
