"Spyro..." He was here. I saw him.
"Spyro...?" I could here a low whisper calling his name. Am I dreaming?
"SPYRO!" My head shot up at the sound of the scream. It was only in the darkness that followed did I realize it was my own. Can it be true? My mind fizzled with impossible through as I peered through the still darkness. Was it all a dream? But as the sharp, rigid pain hit my head, I knew it wasn't. It was far from a dream. I had to grind my teeth together to stop another scream from escaping as the electric pain bolted through my neck. It had all happened so fast. So fast I could barely see as the memories tried to collect in my mind.
His soft, purple grin.
His wide, amethyst eyes.
Jet...
My mind was instantly thrown into a state of panic as my eyes frantically searched the dusty cave. I was about to loose all hope when a dark, squirming figure came into view.
"Jet!" My voice stung against my lips, stinging the delicate air around them. My body flew like a bullet in the sky. Ignoring the wrenching pain that grasped at my flesh. My eyes would not leave his frail body as it twitched and shuddered under the dim light. The ferocity in his eyes still haven't left me...
"He's...still...inside me." He grunted against the force as Malefor pushed as his senses.
"Shhh..." I'm not sure weather I was trying to comfort him, or myself as low hiss left my throat. He was dying. Malefor was killing him, thriving off his thoughts until both of them would finally fade away. The pang of fear that gripped my heart at that moment was so strong, it felt like the mere force of would be enough to kill me. If only it would. My frozen body could only stare at the dark energy that licked around his blue lips. But my mind could only think one thing.
It was all my fault.
I'm the bringer of death.
Everyone around me dies, and I am the one left to watch.
But not this time.
I wasn't going to let history repeat itself.
I knew what I had to do.
My heart ripped with pain as Jet pushed himself to his fumbling feet, a vicious roar escaping into the cold, dead air. I slowly lifted my claw beneath his chin, lifting his bold, bloodshot eyes to meet mine. I took one last look at the dark energy that crackled around his jaws, then pressed them up against my own. The world seemed to spin faster than ever around us as the endless energy rushed into my body. It flashed and crackled in my mouth as I finally pulled away, leaving the young black dragon gasping at the relief. A loud roar hit the skies as Malefor twisted inside me.
"Cynder, no!" I had barely turned to look as Jet's free body sprang back towards me, his lips instantly locking on to my own. But I was too lost in the kiss to pull back. To weak to notice the energy slowly slip back out of me, and back into the young dragons heart. As he pulled away, the realization rattling at my brain, I immediately sprang forward again. But he was too fast. His body quickly whipped out of reach, twisting and squirming on the ground like a dying animal. Which he was. My voice was to weak to call out. To weak to even manage a whisper as I flopped down at his side. My head burying into his cold scales. The endless flow of tears rushed out of me like a running tap, stuck on constant. His body fidgeted underneath me, trying the fight the pain and darkness that was edging to take over. My blurry vision suddenly glanced at the still heap of red that lay merely metres away. I instantly felt sick to my stomach as I glared the dead guardian, and turned away in shame.
"Fight it Jet..." A sniffled sob broke into the air. "You can fight it..."
So he did.
I could see it in his dying eyes, his agonizing screams. He was fighting with every last breath. But it wasn't until he let out the last, air ripping roar, did all brake loose. I felt myself grip tighter against the black dragon's strong body as the shadows burst into the air, hissing and calling our names like a curse. The shadows whipped at our bodies, fighting to get inside. But we were stronger. With one last cursing scream, they vanished, leaving our shaken bodies to tremble in the sill air. I could feel his low, laboring pants move beneath my own. Binding together and twisting into one, gentle melody.
He was gone.
I could feel it.
Malefor was gone.
It was something in the air, something in the very earth beneath my feet.
Something calm and soothing.
Telling me that it was finally over.
"Cynder..." And at that moment, just as quickly as it had come, all my hope was lost. I slowly lifted my heavy head from Jet's cold, sticky neck, and stared as the think, red blood poured out. On his strong, adult body it had been nothing, but now...now I could feel my wet, sticky cheek covered in his blood. The blood that I had drawn. The deep holes of the bite mark oozed out the blood in an endless flow of red. I could hear his low, struggling breaths, whistling against the calm air. I lifted my paw to feel my own, deadly bite mark, and let out a small squeak as I realized it was no where near as bad. My mind couldn't but wonder why. Why it couldn't be me who was dying on the floor, and Jet who was leaning over me, his soft breaths sending me into final, dreamless sleep. The sobs chocked up my throat Jet's wheezy breaths began to slow. I stared at the endless blood that dripped from his neck.
Each drop bringing him closer to his death.
Drops that should have been mine.
And so I lent down, and pressed my quivering lips to the dark, oozing holes. The warm, metallic liquid filling my bitter mouth. But I didn't care. The kiss seemed to linger in the air for a moment, before I finally Lent my head down, and cried myself to sleep.