Sorry this took so long! I've been doing art projects like crazy and finals are coming up in college, not to mention I finally got a job!
Disclaimer: If I really owned Spyro, I would not be writing a FanFic about it. :P
I do own all my characters, which is too many for me to want to name.
My editor owns Ardera.
Thank you for reading!
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It was footsteps that awoke Trinity from her peaceful slumber where she was curled with her adopted brother. The orange dragon now had his head tucked cozily under the pastel blue webbing of his sibling's wing, soft snores escaping him.
Cautious not to wake him, the dragoness lifted her head to the approaching steps. She recognized the black dragon and the purple dragon immediately as they stopped before her. There was an unnatural glowing object hovering around the two.
"Awe, look at the cute widdle wove birds." The light spoke in a voice that seemed too deep for it.
Trinity pulled her lips up, annoyance showing off her pointed white teeth.
"Sparx, they are siblings." The purple dragon explained, jerking his head slightly with the roll of his eyes.
"Oh." The light spoke again. Was it just her, or did that light sound disappointed? That slightly horrified thought brought her fully awake quicker than anything before had ever done. She squinted at the glowing thing, and it was not long before she could see the figure within it. Four wings were jointed to a dragonfly body with two thin twigish arms. From its – his, Trinity guessed from its voice – large head had full antae connected to it and a pair of large cerulean eyes. This was the dragonfly that Spyro had been raised with as a brother and helped him along his journeys.
Very gently and slowly, Trinity de-aged herself until she could squirm away from Zane without waking him.
"Wow, neat trick!" Sparx spoke louder than he should have.
The older male shifted in his sleep, "Shh!" Trinity growled as quietly as she could, baring her teeth in warning. This little bug was getting on her last nerve. She felt a sudden bout of pity for the purple dragon. His life must surely have been difficult with such a grating insect pestering him at all times.
"Yikes. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the temple." Sparks kept talking despite the threat. This time Cynder did the honors of shutting him up. She snapped at him, missing his wings by centimeters.
"Woah! Okay, okay. I'm leaving." The glowing bug held up his hands in submission before flying out of the room quickly and quietly.
"Sorry about him." Spyro whispered, jerking his head towards Sparx in reference as Trinity checked to see if her brother was still sleeping.
When she saw that he was still sound asleep, still curled as if she was there, the dragoness sighed, "It's fine." She turned her head back to them, "What was it that you needed?" she murmured, voice as quiet as she could make it.
"We just needed to speak with you." Cynder spoke quietly, motioning with her head toward the exit where they could talk without needing to keep speaking so soft.
The other dragoness nodded and followed the couple out of the room and into the hallway with the open roof. Spyro decided on the terrace where the two had spoken before.
Spyro and Cynder chose to sit down while Trinity stood before them, waiting for the two to speak.
Emerald eyes met amethyst as if the mated dragons had some kind of connection through their eyes. Jealousy burned deep inside the white dragon. She too longed for such a connection, but this was neither the time nor place for such thoughts. She stifled the feeling, perhaps with just a bit more harshness than was necessary.
Finally, the rare purple dragon looked to the even rarer time dragon, "Ardera spoke to us. She was worried and thought you might need some help."
Eyebrows furrowing, the dragoness did not know what to think. "What did she tell you?" slight annoyance caught in her voice.
The couple glanced at each other again, but the connection was only a second this time. The black dragoness was the one that spoke next, "She told of the black dragon that, well, attacked you for your powers."
Anger flared inside Trinity, pulling her lips back once again. 'How dare she! That was mine to tell or not! My burden to bear I needed no help and she interfered!' Anger pulsed through her thoughts, clouding them.
'Now that is interesting. Have you forgotten my lesson already, young one?' a voice, clear as day, shattered her thoughts.
Lips falling immediately, Trinity felt her eyes widen at the voice. The couple dragons' faces matched her surprise, but confusion also danced in their eyes.
'Zaman?' The white dragon thought, more asking herself than the voice.
'Ah. You remember me! Good.' She could almost see the white male nod in approval.
'How-?'
'We share more than you know.' He laughed, a calming sound to the female's mind, 'Now, I must ask, why are you trying to do everything yourself again? Have I not already taught you what to do?'
Guilt washed over the dragoness's face. "Are you alright?" she thought she heard Spyro ask, but she could not have been sure.
'Sorry.' She thought, but she felt no other presence in her mind. She was alone once again.
So, Trinity repeated herself out loud, "Sorry." She sighed, "I was having an… uh… internal conflict." She smiled faintly.
"Are you going to be okay?" The black female asked, "We didn't know this information would upset you."
"I am fine now. I just wasn't expecting her to tell." The time dragon shook her head.
"Trinity, we are here to help you. Cynder and I did not go through our hardships alone, and neither will you." The purple dragon tried to comfort her as he stood up and took a step forward.
The white dragoness' mouth pulled to a very slight smile before she spoke, "Thank you." She glanced between the two and Cynder nodded to her.
Suddenly, a grinding sound behind them alerted the group to the door opening. Trinity turned to see who had come.
It was a large male earth dragon. His height made him seem full grown, but his face gave away that he was a barely a little older than Zane. His scales were a beautiful olive green color with touches of a light tan at the bottoms of his feet, while his horns and underbelly was a light brown.
"May we help you?" Spyro asked, taking another step forward. The step blocked the male's line of sight of Cynder.
The unfamiliar dragon smirked and shook his head, "Just passin' through. But, the Guardians did ask me to come and get ya. They're in the pool room talkin' to the old fire guardian."
"Ignitus?" The younger male suddenly was no longer concerned with the newer male. Cynder followed him as he muttered a thank you and rushed past the larger male.
The white dragon followed more slowly. She looked up to the male, meeting his teal eyes, "Thank you." She dipped her head to him as she walked into the hall way.
His smirk grew, "No prob, shorty."
Stopping, Trinity turned and glared at him. When their eyes met again, the female was older than him, the sudden growth spurt surprising the other dragon. Unfortunately, the time dragon was still slightly shorter, but she did not point that out as she continued down the hall. She heard the male as he began to laugh. Nonetheless she did not look back.
The white female was relieved to finally enter the pool room. Ardera raised an eyebrow at the annoyance radiating from Trinity, but said nothing. The other guardians were not as observant, as their eyes were on the image floating above the pool. Cynder was sitting close to Spyro, who was grinning at the image.
"Ah, you have arrived." The image spoke, turning to Trinity.
Ignitus's head was like a specter floating semi transparently – similar to a hologram – above the Pool of Visions. The white dragon was excited to see the slate dragon, as she was missing the presence of another that could control time. She walked up to the pool, taking her normal age once again so that she would not take up as much space.
"It is good to see you in full control of your abilities, young dragon."
Trinity nodded, "It is only thanks to you."
The Chronicler nodded, but his face turned grim, "I wish this were a happy call, but regrettably, it is not."
"Why? What is it, Ignitus?" It was Terrador that spoke, his deep, rumbling voice making the white dragon jump.
"There has been word of a black dragon heading for the Well of Souls with the intent of releasing Malefor." The image said this to the other guardians before turning his sights to the white dragon, "I have reason to believe it is Shlade."
Before the ill-informed could ask who Shlade was, Trinity blurted, "But what would he want with the Dark Master?" She could feel all eyes turn to her.
"I do not know, but I fear it may be a trap." He glanced to the two heroes, who looked in deep thought, worry covering their faces, "I think he is not only trying to draw Spyro and Cynder to him, but also you, Trinity. I believe your powers are the key to his plan with Malefor."
"So what is our plan?" Spyro was now on his feet, walking towards Trinity, still not letting the other guardians in on what they knew.
The white dragon could have sworn she heard Ardera whisper, "Explain later, I will."
"You and Cynder will go to the Well of Souls and confront Shlade," Ignitus began.
"And I'll come in from behind and sneak attack him." The dragon of time crouched down as if she was already attacking.
"No." The Chronicler's voice was firm and absolute in its authority. "You will not go anywhere near the mountain. You are to stay here so you will not fly right into his clutches."
"What?" the dragoness snarled, "But—"
"You will stay here." Terrador's voice reinforced the ex-guardian's words. He may not have completely comprehended what was going on, but he knew he had to trust his old friend.
Whipping her head around to glare at the Earth guardian, the white female lost slight control of her powers. She grew slightly larger, making Spyro have to jump out of her way, and bristling with justified anger.
"He killed my mother, and he will not get away with it." 'He loved her' she added in her head before continuing, "He just cold heartedly killed her." Trinity hissed the truth she had been hiding through her teeth.
All the guardians looked taken aback. Cynder stepped towards her mate, whose eyes were on Trinity. Ardera looked as if she wanted to cross the room to comfort the young dragon, but respect for the white one kept her in place. If she were to go to her, Ardera knew that this would cause the others to look upon Trinity as if she were too young to understand the severity of the situation, when in truth Trinity knew even more than they.
"Calm your mind." Ignitus's familiar words spoke from the pool, making Trinity's head snap back to the hologram, "You will stay here and the other two will go. That is final."
All the eyes in the room were now on the time dragoness. Her muzzle was still ridged with anger, but her teeth were no longer showing. Her pupils were dilated, displaying a great deal of the green of her irises. Finally, after a long pause, she snorted angrily before stomping out of the room in a silent tantrum. She could still hear the others in the room as she made her way down the hall.
"Go now, and may the ancestors look after you." He spoke, and then there was a short silence before bodies began to moving again in the room.
Stomping into the old training room, Trinity jumped onto the platform in the middle, taking her largest form. She plopped down and huffed irately, sending dust particles scattering around her.
She laid there for a few minutes before a low groan behind her made her lift her head to the sound. Zane was waking and he was now stretching out from his long sleep. Smacking his lips irritatingly a few times, he turned to his sister, "Morning."
Suddenly, an idea popped into Trinity's mind, as if an invisible light bulb lit up above her head.
"Rini?" the orange dragon was now completely awake and tilting his head in confusion at the tense form of his younger sibling.
"Zane," Trinity began as she stood up and crawled off the platform, "I need your help."
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The sky seemed too blue, too filled with careless white clouds passing by, to have something so sinister maneuvering in the unseen places of the world. The purple dragon was just a few wing beats in front of his mate as the Mountain of Malefor came into view.
That is when they spotted him. Waiting patiently before them was a black and gray scarred dragon. His golden eyes watched them as they neared, scanned the sky, and then snapped back to the two as they stopped many lengths away.
"Aw, I was hoping to see the young white dragon as well." He said with a fake pout in his deep voice.
"Ignitus was right." Cynder whispered in a growl.
Spyro nodded once before speaking to the other, "She's not coming, Shlade."
"Well that's just too bad." He fake pouted again, "Looks like I am just going to have to settle for killing you two." Shlade smiled wickedly.
He then shot towards them, opening his maws with deep purple electricity falling out of them. Folding their wings, Spyro and Cynder both dived towards the ground. When Shlade went to follow them, they split. The black dragon went left while the purple one went right.
The older dragon was quickly on Spyro's tail, stopping his electricity in pursuit. The purple male dipped his head to look back and shot a large flame of red hot fire under his belly at the pursuer.
Jolting to a halt, Shlade threw his head back and forth, shaking off the tingling flames. He narrowed his gold eyes at the younger dragon. Abruptly, black flames of his own erupted from his mouth.
The purple dragon had no time to dodge, but Cynder was suddenly there in front of her mate, meeting their adversary's fire with her own Shadow Fire. When black met black, they exploded, sending dark gray smoke dispersing over the scene.
The two young dragons were lost in the smoke; Spyro could barely see Cynder as she flew in closer to him. Shlade became camouflaged in the dark atmosphere, and they did not see him as he flew in behind them.
Opening his jaws, the large black male closed in for the kill of whichever he could grab first. Just before his maws could snapped on the black female a bright yellow lightning bolt cut through the cloud. It smashed into the enemy's side, sending him spiraling out the side of the haze.
Thanks to the sudden flash of yellow energy, the smoke started to clear more rapid. Spyro and Cynder were trying to pinpoint where the lightning had come from. A quick glance at Shade, though, revealed that their enemy already found the newcomer. Following his gaze, their eyes fell on the single orange dragon hovering alone high in the clouds.
No. He was not alone. The white dragon at his side almost blended too perfectly into the clouds above.
The purple dragon did not speak, hoping the white dragon would not be spotted by the dark, menacing one at his level. But it was too much to hope for.
"Ah, so glad you could make it, young white one." He smiled mischievously.
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(Sadistic racist!)- That was my editor's response to Shlade's last comment.
Hopefully, I get the next chapter out quicker. Sorry again.
