Yeesh, writing very intense and dark chapters right now. Quite violent and gory too. Going back here is a nice little break from the intensity of the climax of Demonised. Demonised will probably have the most intense climax in the Purple Legacy series, but what I have planned for Part 3 and 5 is more intense in the middle sections, and Part 4 will also have an intense climax. I can't remember where most of the intensity in Part 2 lies, but it will still be fairly intense.

Alright, I've rambled on enough about this useless information. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter (not one of my best ones, but hey, that's alright)!

A week passed. Cynder's physical wounds had almost healed completely, and most of the pain had left her, but her mental wounds were still stinging furiously. She had gone to see a dragon who was a counsellor twice within the week just gone, and had just returned from a third session with him after having a nightmare about Spyro's corruption and betrayal. Her future sight had left her, just as Earthshaker said might happen to her in Glimpses of the Future, and the only nightmares she had been having now were ones that were created from her fears of what was to come. They scared her just as much as her future sight, probably even more, knowing that nothing was set in stone anymore. Cynder still pondered about her dreams from when she had future sight. None of the events portrayed in them had happened yet, and the when and why behind the events in the future visions were what frightened Cynder the most.

Pyron, Freeze and Rubblerust had given Cynder as much space alone as she needed, especially since they were asked by the guardians and Cynder's counsellor that she may need some time alone and not to disturb her, but to be there for support if she needed it. Electrika had disappeared from their sight since she very rudely ended her 'friendship' with Cynder.

Cynder still had a few moments where she would wake up, expecting Spyro and Forzen to be with her, but she would always be alone and reminded of the horrible way Spyro betrayed her. Her world had changed so much within the past two months that it was so hard to get used to things. She had gained and lost future sight, her son hatched and then was taken away from her, Spyro had betrayed her and turned into the very thing she was afraid of the most, she had caused physical harm to herself, and she had lost a friend who she thought had been really close to her. There were moments where Cynder would break down emotionally and wish that everything was back as it used to be, before composing herself and reminding herself that she had friends that could help her out, like Spyro did (although she tried not to think of Spyro), and that she had made it through Malefor's torment, and could very well go through this torment as well.

And this one morning was all the same. Cynder woke up alone, had a small moment of grief as Forzen's innocent wails of protest and fear entered her head from when Spyro took him, before recomposing herself and walking out of her house, cursing the tears that stained her cheeks. Like every other day since Electrika's betrayal, Cynder had eaten most of her meals with Pyron and Freeze, and on the occasion Rubblerust, who they didn't see as often as they usually did, as a family issue had recently rose in his family and Rubblerust struggled to get time away to spend with Cynder, Pyron and Freeze. But they had taken things slowly with Cynder, and had been great friends to Cynder. Pyron and Freeze were calm and were there for Cynder whenever she needed the comfort, especially as they had witnessed Electrika's betrayal first-hand, and Rubblerust had been trusting of everything, and although he didn't have experience with things like this, still decided to hang around Cynder and just be a friend to her.

Cynder spent her breakfast meal eating in silence. She wasn't up to talking to anyone yet. Her mood swings were sporadic and would change at the most random, and sometimes, some of the worst times possible. There were days where she would start the conversations, wanting someone to talk to, others where she was reluctant to speak, others where she wouldn't want to talk at all, or even others where her temper would build up so much that she would snap at her friends. They were understanding of her, given what she'd been going through, but Cynder felt really bad for her friends that had to put up with her actions.

They had decided to go and buy a meal this particular day, and they sat outside while they ate their meals. Cynder didn't speak, and Pyron and Rubblerust talked quietly among themselves for a while (Freeze was out with some of her other friends). After their breakfast, Cynder finally spoke to them. "Hey, guys, I'm really sorry for being like this. For not talking to you." she apologised.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Cynder." Rubblerust replied calmly. "We know what you've been going through and it's understandable. Just know that we're here for you, okay?"

Pyron mumbled in agreement as he swallowed his last mouthful of food. "That's what friends are for, Cynder. We want to see you get through this and to thrive in life." Pyron added. "We want to help you through this."

Cynder sniffed, smiling. "Thanks, guys." she said.

"It's alright. I may not have been there to witness anything, nor am I qualified to speak of these things, but I want to help you. I'd gladly step out of my comfort zone to help a friend in a hard time, and right now, that friend is you, and that time is now. I just want to make you happy." Rubblerust said.

Cynder opened her mouth to reply, until she was interrupted by a few panicked screams that rose among the dragons of Warfang. Cynder immediately leapt to her paws at the sound, on alert. She walked up to a dragon who seemed to be fleeing from something. "What? What's wrong?!" Cynder inquired.

"The gates!" he cried. "They're at the gates!"

"Is it an attack?" Rubblerust asked, walking up to Cynder.

"I don't know, but we'd better find out." she replied, running towards the front gates.

What she saw surprised her. At the front gates of Warfang were a few guards who were fighting a large hoard of grublins, many of them dead or wounded, barely any of them holding weapons. She had thought that the grublins had died when Malefor had, as no one ever saw anything of them again after the war. But yet here they were. The grublins were as ugly as she remembered them from eight years before, but she was much bigger than them now, and could easily take down a lot more grublins than she could have when she was the age of fifteen.

A harsh, gravelly voice rang across the fight scene. "Seeen… dah!" the voice cried, despair and a pleading tone in the voice.

Cynder looked down to see a grublin running towards her, hands closed in tight fists. Cynder let out a scream and swung her tailblade around, striking the grublin hard in the chest, sending it flying back into a building. The grublin's back cracked and blood flowed from the wound Cynder had cut in its chest, but once again it cried out to Cynder, attempting to speak the common tongue, something a grublin normally wasn't able to do. "Weee… just want… toooo… talk, Cynder." the grublin groaned painfully. "News on… Dark… O… vah… lord."

"Dark Overlord?" Pyron asked, walking up to Spyro. "It can't mean Spyro, can it?"

Cynder's breath went heavy with fear as Pyron spoke Spyro's name. She pressed the emotions down as she listened to what the grublin was saying now, straining to make the words from the strong slur and accent, the common tongue foreign to the grublin. "Heeee… drove usssss… out." the grublin continued. "Heeeee… reeee… placed… usssss… with a new… ar… meeee. Heee… sent ussss here… to die. So, f-f-fin… finish… the job. Please."

Cynder, Pyron and Rubblerust exchanged concerned looks. "Spyro's made a new army. Just like I suspected." Cynder said.

"And then he sent the grublins here to die." Rubblerust added. "Why?"

"But how is it speaking? And where have the grublins been all this time?" Pyron asked.

"That's not important now, but I take it the grublins made refuge where Spyro resides now." Cynder replied.

An agonised squeal came from the grublin as it beat its fists on the ground. "Finish… meeee!" the grublin screeched. "Finish… ussss!"

Cynder walked up to the grublin and saw for the first time pain and suffering in the eyes of any grublin. The grublin screamed at her again. "Do it! Kill… meeee!" it shrieked.

With one swift move, Cynder plunged her tailblade into the grublin's neck. The grublin released one final, agonised shriek before lying still. She removed her tailblade and looked around. The Warfang entry gates were flooded with bodies of dead grublins that had given themselves up. "Why did they come here? Couldn't they have found another home?" Freeze asked, wondering if the grublin massacre could have been avoided.

"They were created to obey the orders of the purple dragon, of the Dark Master. Spyro now fits… fits in… he fits in both of those categories. Plus, they were Malefor's dark army. With Spyro making a new one, the grublins don't have any purpose at all anymore. So, they didn't just obey Spyro in coming here and letting themselves die. They came out of their own will, because they had no purpose." Cynder explained, letting tears slip from her eyes at the revelation on what Spyro was doing, and at the realisation that it would only get worse.

"We should probably tell the guardians about this." Pyron said.

"No need." Cyril's voice came from behind them. "Word reached us that there was a grublin attack so we came here as fast as we could. We didn't realise that they were here to let us kill them."

"Agreed. This is disturbing and troubling, knowing that Spyro has rejected the grublins and banished them." Volteer said.

"That's all true, but my main concern is what his next army will be." Terrador replied. "We don't know what they'll be composed of. I remember how quickly the grublins came when they replaced the apes. They were a huge surprise to us, and we were unprepared upon their first attack."

"No. We do know what the next army will be." Cynder said darkly, a fearful gaze filling her eyes. "I know what the next army will be. The first vision will come true shortly, I know it. Spyro's army will consist of dark dragons."

Grublins are back, and now they're gone. It was tricky trying to make this scene flow well from what I remember what making the original draft, but I think it turned out alright. I think the starting section was the better part of the chapter. Also, a bit of trivia, I changed a few things around from the original draft; Freeze was with Pyron and Cynder instead of Rubblerust. I noticed Rubblerust had just over a quarter of Pyron's screen time, and about sixty percent of Freeze's, so I needed to give him a little more screen time. I kind of forgot about Rubblerust in some sections while writing, so I'll need to add him into some areas where possible. So because I replaced Freeze with Rubblerust in this chapter, I had to change around some of the lines, but I think it turned out fairly well.

To a guest, it's not a surprise that you think it's an 'everyone can die' fanfic, especially given the dark nature of Demonised (although you haven't seen the true nature of Demonised yet), although most of the grimness doesn't just come from death of main characters.

Anyway, that's it for now. Please review if you can, and I'll see you in the next chapter. Bye!