Me- I'm BACK again!
Cynder- What took you so long.
Me- This chapter is longer than all my others so it took longer okay. Plus i was in the USA for a month without a laptop.
Spyro- Okay then.
Me- Now before I begin I want to thank all my reviewers so far. you continue to inspire me. Now the Disclaimer.
Cynder- Cynder fan does not own any Spyro characters but he does own Taylor, Barlow and Schmitt.
Everyone- ON WITH THE SHOW.
Taylor groaned as he woke up then started. He was in a library. But not Warfangs library, no, this one was much grander and didn't smell of musty old books. He hauled himself to his feet using a bookshelf for support. As he let go of the shelf a yellow book fell out of it and fell open on the floor. He began reached down and was about to pick it up when he stopped.
"That Volteer!" He gasped to himself and picked it up. Sure enough on the front page was a picture of volteer looking over the plans for some kind of invention. Taylor couldn't help but crack a smile. Who ever had made this book had pictured Volteer perfectly.
"I see you have found the history of Volteer." Said a voice behind Taylor. He slammed the book back in the shelf and began fumbling for his Webley pistol only to find the holster empty. He turned to come face to face with a large bluish coloured dragon.
"WOAH" he shouted falling over backwards and scrambling away. "Who are you." He asked.
"I am the chronicler." Said the dragon giving him a very toothy grin.
"The chronicler?" asked Taylor.
"Every generation has a chronicler to watch over and chronicle the events of that age. When I passed on I was chosen to take up this role from my predecessor." Said the dragon. "My former name was Ignitus."
Taylor nodded, understanding. "Why am I here?" He asked.
"Come I will show you." Said the dragon slowly turning and walking down a row of book shelves. Taylor followed looking at all the books on the shelves. The chronicler saw him looking.
"These books contain the histories and possible futures of all dragons as well as their destinies. But we are not here for that. Come." Said the chronicler and continued down the row.
At the end of the row there was an open are with a huge Hourglass and a pedestal. The Chronicler stepped up and beckoned for Taylor to follow. He did so and saw a huge book sitting on the pedestal stand.
"This book" began the chronicler. "Contains information about this world's past, present and future. We will be looking into the future." He said and at that the book flew open.
What Taylor saw made him feel sick to the stomach. Terrible images of destroyed cities and villages, their once occupants lying dead in the streets. He then saw a battlefield. The land was scorched and burned and nothing grew. Orcs and grublins marched past piles of bodies. Bodies of dragons, cheetahs and moles. On one pile the flag of Warfang fluttered in a light breeze. It was torn and bloodied but still flew bravely in spite of the violence and fire around it.
The book snapped shut. "What you have just seen is this world's destiny." Said the chronicler grimly.
"If this world is destined to live in darkness then why am I here?" asked Taylor both angrily and confused. "Is all that we fight for in vain."
"No" said the chronicler. "You are here because destiny can be rewritten. Like tearing the page from a book and replacing it with another. And because you have powers".
"Powers" Asked Taylor amazed. "What kind of powers"
"They will reveal themselves when you are in need of them. But now you must return to conciousness."
"But wait, what about…." Taylor began but the library began to get fuzzy. He wiped his eyes and began to feel light headed. He blacked out.
The first thing Taylor felt was pain. A huge amout of it coming from his lower stomach. He slowly opened his eyes and was blinded by a bright light. He squinted into it and began to make out shapes against the light.
"He's coming around." Said a voice.
"Taylor speak to us." Said another.
Slowly he figured out where he was. He was in the infirmary and surround by Barlow, Schmitt, the Guardians, Spyro and Cynder.
"We didn't think you'd come out of that coma." Said Schmitt. "You're either too stubborn or to Stupid to die."
Taylor gave a wry smile. "It'll take more than that to kill me." He mumbled. Whats happened since I passed out.
Terrador spoke up. "We've begun the evacuation of the city but even with the day they gave us we won't get everyone out in time so a few hundred volunteers are staying behind to defend the city until everyone else has escaped. Then they will flee. Needless to say we, the guardians are staying as well as Spyro and Cynder. Barlow and Schmitt have also volunteered to help."
"Count me in". Said Taylor energetically in spite of his injuries.
"I knew we could count on you." Said Terrador enthusiastically. "But for now you should rest. We will come here when we need you."
"Okay". Said Taylor. "And by the way, does the Chronicler mean anything to you?"
All the dragons froze. "The Chronicler" repeated Terrador. "What of him?" Taylor then told them of everything the chronicler had told him. When he finished Spyro and Cynder embraced each other tightly.
"I knew Ignitus wasn't gone." Cried Spyro. "I just knew it."
Terrador smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh Ignitus my friend. I never thought you would be the chronicler but things happen."
"But what about this powers thing?" asked Taylor.
"The chronicler has a way of speaking in riddles. I guess time will tell." Said Terrador. "Speaking of time its almost evening and the enemy will be marching upon us soon."
"Well since doomsday seems to be coming sooner than expected I guess we should all drink to ourselves". Said Schmitt and reached into his pack and produced a bottle of French Champagne. "I got this when I went on service leave in France." Said Schmitt proudly. "I was saving it for a special occasion but I guess now will have to do".
He popped the cork, which ricocheted of the wall and out an open window, and poured the bubbly, yellow liquid into 8 glasses which he found on a nearby table. They all took a glass, the dragons with a small amount of difficulty, and raised it.
"To Victory" said Schmitt.
"To Freedom" Said Barlow.
"To Manchester United" said Taylor. The dragons gave him quizzical looks but Barlow and Schmitt burst out laughing and drained their glasses with a single gulp. The dragons shrugged and followed his example.
Spyro and cynder began coughing violently. "What is that" asked Spyro in a hoarse voice.
"It's called champagne." Explained Schmitt. "It's a delightful drink full of bubbly goodness."
He stopped suddenly as he heard a low rumbling behind him. He looked at Volteer who was looking at his stomach. Taylor guessed what was coming.
"EVERYONE DOWN" he shouted and leaped from his bed under a nearby table. Barlow and Schmitt followed his example. Spyro and Cynder dove under the bed and the other guardians bolted out the door.
Volteer belched loudly sending a spray of electricity in every direction scorching the walls and burning the tapestries. When he finally closed his maw, a good 5 seconds later, the room was in ruins.
The walls had been stained black by the blast and there was not a trace of cloth on them. The bed was smoking from the blast and the frame still sparked with residual charge. The table was burned along its top but had survived the almighty blast.
Volteer shook his head and blew a small smoke ring. "What's in that stuff." He exclaimed in wonder looking around at the devastation.
"CO 2." Said Schmitt hauling himself out from under the table and pulling the other to their feet. "I knew it was explosive but I didn't expect this."
"Is it safe to come in now?" asked Cyril from outside.
"Yes" called Cynder who was extricating herself from under the bed, being careful not to touch the frame which was still sparking with electricity.
The door swung open slowly and in walked the two Guardians. Their mouths dropped open at the devastation.
"Thank the ancestors he only had one glass." Said Terrador looking towards the charred remains of a once fine tapestry.
"Aye" Said Taylor glancing around as well.
"We can clean up this mess later". Said Terrador gruffly. Right now we should head down to the armoury and get our gear for the on coming battle. Spyro and Cynder, your armour is in your room."
They all nodded and separated.
The armoury was a solid looking two story structure near the centre of the city. It had its own blacksmith so there was no need to order armour elsewhere. The guardians each had their own individual sets which they managed to get into with no trouble at all. Each bore the colouration of the dragon who wore it and was emblazoned with a symbol representing each guardian.
Taylors armour had been totalled in the last battle so a new set was scrounged up. First came a leather undercoat which would make chain mail less uncomfortable to carry. Then a chainmail Skirt was added which fell all the way to his knees. Third came plate armour. A metal breast plate plus grieves and bracers. Fourth came a red and white cloth over coat emblazoned with the crest of Warfang and a belt to hold it all in place. And last his helmet, and sword plus a shield also emblazoned with the crest of Warfang.
Schmitt and Barlow were likewise garbed except that Schmitt's over covering was grey and had a black dragon on it and Barlow's was green and had a tongue of flame. They each held their own weapons but all had a sword and a shield just in case.
Soon spyro and cynder arrived. They looked dazzling in their Purple and black armour. Interlocking plates cover them from their necks to their tail blades. Their legs were encased in armour. A single plate was placed on top of their heads leaving their lower jaws free to bite and snap. Their wings were left bare.
Terrador spoke up. "Now that everyone's here we should head up to the walls and assume our positions. Spyro and Cynder you will be guarding the cannon that overlooks the gate. Schmitt you will be helping the artillery crew. Barlow and Taylor, you two will be taking out ladders and repelling the climbers. Now let's go"
Taylor quickly became aware that the armour was hard to walk in. He felt like a sardine in a can but he knew that it was better than nothing.
So it was in this condition he clambered up onto the walls and took his position next to the artillery piece. Ahead he could see the massive enemy army moving into formations.
It was almost war time. And things were gonna get messy.
"Brilliant".
Me- I'm stirring you guys up a bit. I know my battle scenes are a little lacking so i'm going all out on the next one. It will be up within a week i assure you.
Cynder- Good you owe these guys and Girls.
Spyro- My thoughts exactly.
Me- Until next time goodbye and Godspeed.