CHAPTER 9
a few minor corrections. leave some reviews plzkthnx
Spyro flew a safe distance away from the now darkened lighthouse and put Cynder's cage down in a moonlit clearing as he rested his tired wings and legs.
Spyro panted as he looked down at his paws, then casually glanced to Cynder, who was looking at him expectantly.
"What?"
"Can you please get me out of here?" She said as if he was stupid for not knowing what she wanted him to do.
"Well...how should I do that? I don't have the key, and there's no way I'm going back there to find it." he said examining the rather large steel padlock on her small cage.
"I dont know, cant you melt it?"
"Not without burning you."
"C'mon, I'm fire resistant!"
"Not at those temperatures. I think I'll just have to take you to Warfang and have one of the Manweresmalls pick the lock."
"But we dont know where Warfang is! Who knows how long that could take!"
"I know it sucks Cynder, but for right now, this is all I can do. I promise that we'll find someone tomorrow who can get you out of there." He said sincerely to her. The cage was so small the she couldn't even straighten out her legs, or stand up fully. She spent most of her time in a forced crouch position.
"Look, let me just rest for an hour or two. That poison is starting to...come...ba..." He said as he fell over onto his side, dead asleep.
Cynder just sighed and tried to reach the tip of her tail to the lock, but try as she might, it was too short.
She let out a whimper as she admitted defeat and tried to get as comfortable as possible until Spyro awoke from his coma.
"Flame, are you ready to begin?" Terrador asked as the young dragon stared at him from across the dirt arena outside the walls of Warfang.
"Yeah..." He said unsure of his actual feelings.
"Then give me your strongest elemental attack!" The earth guardian demanded as Flame glanced at the gathering crowd of onlooking Manweresmalls that were standing on the ramparts.
He swallowed nervously as he inhaled, then blew as much fire at the old guardian as he could muster. The flames were moderately sized for a dragon his age, but not strong enough to keep Terrador from chuckling.
"Ah, it is clear to me that you never been taught your elemental arts." He said as the smoke cleared from around him, to the embarrassment of Flame.
"Observe what true elemental mastery can give to you!" He said as he charged his earth powers and slammed his mace tailtip into the ground. From it, chunks of jagged rock began to rise up from the ground, rushing right towards Flame. Before he knew it, the trail of rock was right beneath him. The young dragon was thrust upward on a pillar of jagged stone, only to come tumbling down to the ground with a dull thud. Flame coughed the dust out of his lungs as he forced himself to his feet, his entire body aching from Terrador's assault.
"W...what was that for?!" He snapped angrily.
"Control your anger Flame. Letting it get the best of you will only bring you more." Terrador said wisely.
Flame glared at the guardian, bottling his anger.
"Now attack me Flame. I must asses your current skills so I know where to begin your training."
He used the pain from his injuries and channeled them into a tail strike which caught the sturdy earth dragon in honest surprise.
Though not enough to hurt him, Terrador realized that the young dragon before him had the raw strength that was not too far off from Spyro himself.
The other guardians gathered on the ramparts and observed the sparring taking place below.
Flame followed up with multiple slashes, all being blocked by Terrodors rock hard paws or iron scales. They weren't in any particular pattern, nor did Flames strikes have any purpose other than to injure his enemy. The young dragon had no knowledge of strategy, strengths and weaknesses, or close combat tactics to employ.
After a few more minutes of Terradors endless blocking, he ended the session.
"That's enough Flame. You are dismissed for today." He said with obvious concern in his voice.
"Well...? How'd I do...?" He asked out of breath, bleeding from the small cuts in random places on his body.
"You did fine Flame. Remember to control your emotions." He said as he was thrust skyward with one mighty beat of his wings.
Flame was left in the arena to ponder what the earth guardian had told him.
"I can control my emotions...I wonder what he meant?" He said to himself as he decided to take in the scenery outside of the massive fortified city.
Spyro woke up more drowsy than he had ever been. It was as if someone had kept him up for days, only to let him fall asleep for a few minutes before forcing him awake again. Though the morning sun told a different story.
He looked to Cynder who hadn't caught even a wink of sleep, due to her living quarters.
"Its about time!" She said in the exasperated voice of a very agitated female.
"Sorry Cynder. Are you hungry?" He asked.
"Yeah..." She answered.
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." He said smirking childishly.
"Very funny Spyro!"
"The boy is physically very strong Terrador." Cyril said
"You don't have to tell me, I felt it. He has the natural gift of strength. From his father no doubt. But there is something there he most certainly didn't get from Ignitus. He feels his emotions very strongly, like his mother. I'm afraid this may cloud his judgement in times of stress. A competent warrior must have a level head at all times." The earth guardian said as he took his rest on the large cushion in his cave like chamber.
"Indeed, I sensed the adolescents anger in the aftermath of your elemental display." Volteer added, standing beside the resting eldest guardian.
"We must continue his training as soon as possible." Cyril stated rather bluntly.
"I'm not comfortable training him to become more powerful if he cant control his feelings. That kind of recklessness will only lead to trouble." Terrador answered back.
"We need a young dragon able to fight the next threat to our race that appears! We cant keep fighting, we aren't exactly getting any younger."
"Not until he gets his anger under control. I felt nothing but hate after I hit him with that earth attack. Hate leads to darkness, and I'll be damned if let another Malefor escape into the world under my watch."
"We can only defend Warfang for so long, and besides that, we never halted Spyro's training when he got a little upset did we?"
"We didn't have a choice back then, and Spyro's destiny was predicted by the prophets! This dragons was not." He said sternly.
"Then I will work with Flame to get his emotions under control. Once he does, I expect for you to endow him with all of your knowlege."
"Don't worry my brother, I'll train him when I deem him fit for the task. Though it wont be easy training a fire dragon...I will try and find Ignitus' old training manuals in the ruins of the old temple tomorrow."
After Spyro had gotten himself and Cynder food, he picked up her cage and went to the sky once more, in search of any sign of sentient life.
Soon, a small smoke plume broke the blue horizon, catching the purple hero's eye.
"Cynder look! Maybe its a village or something!" He said over the rushing wind.
"I hope they have a locksmith!"
"Me too, I'm tired of hearing you complain!" He said jokingly, earning a smack on his hind leg from Cynders tail.
"Ow! Don't make me drop you!"
They swooped down when they saw the thatch roofed huts surrounding the large bonfire as wild Fauns danced around it in ceremonial tribal masks.
Spyro gently set Cynders cage down as the celebration immediately stopped and all eyes were on the two interlopers.
"The bringers of death! What does your kind want with our peaceful village!? Speak now or be destroyed!" The largest faun wearing a scary tribal mask barked as he threatened Spyro with the end of his razor sharp spear.
ok i lied, darkness encroaches next chap! sorry fans of evil!
