Me- Howdy ya'll. I'm back with the long overdue chapter 9.
Cynder- About time.
Me- I apologise, I had the mother of all writers blocks. Special thanks to Razor the Dragon for helping me get out of it. (Go check out his stories.)
Spyro- I'll do the disclaimer.
Starfire and Ciro- But we wanted to do it.
Spyro- Maybe next time rookies. All characters are owned by their respective creators.
All- ON WITH THE SHOW!
Siverna sat quietly in a corner of the weapons facility she had occupied. She had Herotine's spell book open in front of her and was memorizing the spell she needed to summon her army. A few feet behind her stood her commander, quietly talking with one of his subordinates.
Siverna stood slowly and closed the book. She walked over to the commander. "Its time." She said. The commander nodded and dismissed his subordinate. "Stand back." She warned.
The commander backed away to the edge of the room. Siverna took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She slowly began to mutter the spell under her breath. Black tendrils of mist began to form around her body as the spell began to take hold. She rose slightly into the air on the cloud of black. The spell began to grow in intensity, a loud humming joined Siverna's chanting.
Electricity began to spark around the room. Then with an enormous blast of sound and light, the spell combusted. When the light finally faded, Siverna pried herself out of a nearby wall and looked at her handiwork. A dark purple portal pulsated gently in the center of the room. It was large enough for a large dragon to fit through. Then it flickered slightly and the first of her soldiers emerged.
The orc commander walked up beside her. "What is that, sir." He asked. The creature resembled a dragon, only it was bipedal and had no wings. Its neck was much shorter than a normal dragons and it was wearing some kind of ancient embossed armor.
"They are called Reptalons. (not a very original name but give me a break.)" Said Siverna without looking at him. "Back before dragon kind inhabited these lands, it was controlled by the Reptalons and another tribe of flying creatures called Stratagons. Both species lacked the intelligence of a dragon and this lead to their downfall. When the first dragons arrived here they were immediately attacked by the Reptalons. The Stratagons, sensing a fight, joined in."
"This marked the start of the 500 years war. The two sides hammered away at each other for 500 long years, but eventually the dragons seized the balance of power and crushed both their foes in one swift stroke. The two species went extinct soon after."
"And you intend to summon them back to do your bidding?" Asked the orc commander.
She looked at him. "Their spirits are eager for blood. They would die a second death to restore their kingdom." At that moment, two more reptalons stepped out of the portal. "Start training these few." Said Siverna. "By tomorrow we will have a company, when the sun sets at the end of the week we will have 6 battalions of infantry plus at least regiment of Stratagons. Also train a number of them how to operate those metal beasts, I will start to create more."
"Yes Sir." Said the commander. "When do we invade the mainland."
"A month." She responded.
Time Skip- 2 weeks 5 days.
(Soz, I don't have enough ideas to fill in two weeks.)
Volteer burst into the temple dining room just as everyone sat down to eat breakfast. "The Ignisium crystals are here." He called.
"Good." Said Schlesinger, standing up. "The framework is set, now all we have to do is activate it."
The framework he was talking about was a stone arch set up in a square behind the temple. It was large enough to fit a medium sized plane through.
"Are you sure its safe?" Asked Spyro.
"I can't say for sure." Said Schlesinger. "The portal could overload and blow up, but if we don't chance it, this city is going to be leveled by cannon fire."
Spyro turned to Cynder. "What do you think Cynder?" He asked. Cynder didn't respond.
"Cynder?" Spyro asked, standing up and walking behind her.
"I don't feel so good." She groaned, holding her stomach.
Then she leant forward and threw up violently spraying half digested food all over the table. Everyone near her scrambled to their feet to avoid the mess.
"Cynder are you ok?" Spyro asked urgently, letting her lean back against his shoulder.
Cynder only groaned before retching again. "We need to get her to the infirmary now." Said Spyro. "Can you walk?" He asked Cynder. She shook her head. "Then i'll carry you."
A few minutes later, everyone was crammed into the temple infirmary waiting room. Cynder was inside, undergoing tests. A mole nurse came out.
"Cynder will be fine." She said. "What she is going through is normal during egg laying, her body is simple rejecting unnecessary food." (I have no honest idea how this actually works so bear with me).
"Well thats a relief." Said Taylor. "Now we can get back to the business at hand."
"Yes." Said Schlesinger. "Spyro, do you think you can open the portal?"
Spyro sighed and thought for a minute. "Yes, I will try."
"Well, we can start as soon as we have all the crystals in position." Said Volteer.
"We still have a slight problem." Said Cook.
"Yes?" Asked Terrador.
"Well, what are we gonna do when we get this thing open?" Asked Cook.
Taylor provided the answer. "Simple, we approach the nearest allied country and ask for diplomatic terms. They won't refuse us i'm sure."
"And what do we say?" Asked Schmitt.
"We ask for their help." Said Taylor.
"If they refuse?" Asked Huey.
"They won't." Said Schlesinger.
"Why ever not?" Asked Cyril.
"While I was doing research I found out that if the machine that Siverna stole is turned on, not only will this planet be destroyed, but the shockwave will travel through the portal we open and could destabilize the Earths core."
"And that means what exactly?" Asked Cook.
"Earth will break apart from the inside." Said Schlesinger. "Try to keep this scenario as a backup in case they refuse."
"Lets get this done then." Said Huey as he stepped outside the hospital.
A short period later.
Spyro glared at the arch covered in small clear crystals, these were the crystals to be used to activate the portal. Volteer was giving him instructions to activate it.
"Be careful not to expel to much energy, if you do, the crystals will explode and everything between here and the temple will be annihilated."
Spyro nodded and turned back to the portal. "Don't worry." Said Volteer. "You'll do fine."
"I'm ready." Said Spyro. "You may want to stand back." Everyone ducked behind nearby walls and buildings.
Spyro closed his eyes and thought back to the first fight against Malefore. He remembered the feelings he had had during the encounter. Hate, fear, pain and...Love. He thought of Cynder, lying in her hospital bed. He thought of all his friends and allies and what he was fighting for.
And then he felt it, the raw power of convexity rushing through his veins. His eyes snapped open and the power rushed forth. A pure purple beam of convexity rushed towards the stone archway. The power hit the first crystal and and it began to glow with purple light, the power jumped from crystal to crystal like a electricity spreading through metal.
Finally, Spyro let the power go. The wave of exhaustion hit him like a wall. He sank back on his haunches and surveyed his handy work. All of the Crystals glowed with a slight purple glow but that was it.
Everyone emerged from their hiding places and stood beside him. "Is that it?" Asked Barlow. At that moment, all the crystals fired a small beam of electricity into the center of the arch and there was an almighty explosion. Everyone, with the exception of Terrador, Cyril and Volteer, was thrown off their feet.
Taylor stood slowly, attempting to ignore the pain in his lower back and looked over towards the portal. A glowing purple haze now occupied the center of the arch. He regrouped with the others who had managed to haul themselves off the ground.
"Alright." He began. "You guys know the plan. We go through, find an allied outpost and say that we're emissaries. Terrador, Cyril and Volteer will be coming through with us."
Schlesinger stepped forward. "Schmitt and I have decided to stay here." He said. "Two Germans talking to the Allied command would not help you cause."
Taylor nodded. "Spyro, you stay here too. Cynder needs you more than we do." Spyro nodded in agreement.
"Lets go." Said Strife and stepped into the portal. He was closely followed by Cook, Huey, and Barlow. The Guardians tailed them. Taylor took one last look around before stepping into the portal himself.
For a few seconds he staggered around blindly in the purple mist but it soon cleared and he found himself standing in an open field. The others were all standing around idly. "Where are we?" He asked.
"North east Germany, near the Belgian frontier." Growled Strife. "Of all the countries the portal could have opened in it had to be Germany!"
"How can you tell?" Asked Cook.
"I was here sabotaging German troops during Operation Market Garden, you were with the resistance in Amsterdam, remember."
"Ah yes." Said Cook. "So what do we do now?"
"I guess we should head for England." Said Taylor. "Last time I was on Earth, thats where most of the allied high command were. Terrador, we need to head North west."
"Hop aboard." Said Terrador.
"There is no way I am carrying humans again. I might scratch my scales." Groaned Cyril.
"We have more important things to worry about than your pristine scales Cyril." Said Volteer. Cyril gave a low growl.
"Fine! But if I find so much as a scratch, I will make you regret it!" Cyril growled.
"Less moaning more flying." Said Cook as he scrambled onto Cyril's back.
3 hours later
Radar station 1
Dover, England
A young corporal sat at his post in the bowels of the radar station, staring at the blank screen. Behind him, a PFC (private first class.) leant back on his chair and let out a sigh. "Anything on the scope." He asked.
"Nope, as usual." Said the Corporal. As he turned something caught his eye on the edge of the screen. He turned back and watched the screen carefully. Sure enough when the scanner came around again 3 small dots appeared. "Contacts." He said. "Small, possibly scout aircraft, bearing north west at 0,3,0,6."
"Get on the horn, tell Stanton to get squadron 8 airborne."
Stanton airbase
South Wales
3 Spitfires raced down the runway and took off into the brisk midday sky. At the head of the squadron was Captain Daniels and his wingman, Corporals Wallis and Stevens.
"Alright boys. Radar picked up 3 contacts 10 minutes ago. Our job is to identify and intercept." Said Daniels into his radio.
"Roger." Came the reply.
Daniels switched his radio back to open frequency. "Base this is Fox 1, we are airborne, coming into visual range of targets in two minutes over."
"I wonder what we'll be chasing this time?" Said Stevens. The last time squadron 8 had been sent out, all they had found was a rather large flock of birds, mistaken for a fighter squadron by radar.
"Cut the chatter." Said Daniels. "Contacts in visual range in 3, 2, 1." There was a silence from all three pilots.
"Fox 1 this is base, what is it, over."
Daniels rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "Are you guys seeing what i'm seeing?" He asked.
"That depends on what your seeing, but i suspect its the same thing." Said Wallis.
"Fox 1 what is it?" Asked the base commander again.
"Er, three dragons sir." Said Daniels, still trying to process what he was seeing.
"Come again." Said the Base commander. "I thought you just said dragons."
"I did sir, I kid you not." Daniels cut his speed slightly and leveled off so he was flying alongside one of the dragons, a green one. To his amazement he saw people sitting on the dragons back. One of them looked over at him and waved. He returned the wave and then gave a few basic hand signals that read, "follow me." The person gave a thumbs up and the dragon slowed down to let the spitfires take the lead.
"Sir, I'm bringing them back to base, over." He said through his radio.
"Roger that, I'll have Stanton on standby."
"This is gonna be an interesting day." He thought.
Me- Help is on the way. Read on my friends. I promise the next chapter will be up much sooner.
Starfire- It had better be!
Me- Or what.
Starfire- *Growls*
Me- Gotta go.
