Took some time with this chapter, but had a few things going on in life. However, I am happy to say I found a Beta in that time, or should I say...she found me, and now I actually feel good about what I'm presenting. In fact, I feel great about it. So here's a quick thank you to NotMarge, for proving to me that I am not as bad as I thought, and cleaning up the little messes I make from here on out.
Chapter 21 Father and Son; Mother and Daughter
With his tail tapping the ground, showing the nerves he cannot shake, thinking his little brother may be hurt, Sparx places a call he knows will immediately cause him trouble.
"Please be there!" He says after several rings, waiting impatiently for the small troll-like creature to answer this call.
But after nothing happens for nearly a minute, the two-toned purple dragon begins to panic. His nerves overwhelm him as another call rings at the control panel, and this one incoming from the Portal Master himself, letting Sparx know he has found out already.
"DAMN IT BOOMER!" He yells with anger in his voice, realizing he is going to be reprimanded with nothing to show for it.
So he makes Gaven wait longer, hoping to give him that reason. However, as a portal begins opening on the small platform to his right, Sparx knows he is in serious trouble. He slowly lowers his head as the disk of energy flickers, thinking about what he can say to defend himself, believing the Portal Master is so angry he has come personally. But yet nothing could be more different from his assumption, as a three-foot tall hairy green troll emerges from the portal.
"HEY STUPID! YA GONNA ANSWER THAT OR WHAT?" Boomer remarks with a wide smirk, seeing the total look of disbelief filling his best friend's expression.
Sparx does a double take, then rubs his eyes several times to make sure he sees what he sees. "Boomer! What the hell are you doing here?" he quickly asks.
The former Skylander stumbles closer, showing the badge that has been replaced upon his ancient armor.
"I was told that our newest recruit was in need of assistance, and that no one else was available to help," Boomer replies, finally pressing a small button on the control panel to receive the incoming call from Gaven.
Sparx remains frozen with shock. The Portal Master immediately appears upon the screen and his grin grows wider than Boomer's, seeing the stunned expression still hanging upon his General's face.
"I knew you'd tried to pull something like this, Sparx. I'll be damned if I was forced to punish one of my best Skylanders, who was just asking a friend for help," he says with a bit of softness in his normally gruff voice.
He shuts down the portal he just sent Boomer with so Sparx can open one to his brother's location. However, his stern tone returns in the next breath, as he looks towards the small troll.
"I have reinstated Boomer to active duty for this one mission, but understand that his actions will reflect upon you, General, because if this moron destroys ANYTHING that he shouldn't..." The Portal Master's eyes return back to Sparx, keeping the same look of anger, one the son of Spyro has never seen Gaven focus upon him.
"...I'm going to blame YOU and then I am going to make YOUR FATHER pay for the damages, because I know he's in on it to!"
Sparx gulps his saliva as the Portal Master disappears without another word, realizing his and his father's fate (and fortune) are now in the hands of an unstable troll with vast quantities of explosives.
"Relax Brotha'..." Boomer replies to this threat, embracing Sparx' right front leg tightly with his left arm, while holding a small stick of dynamite in the other hand. "...I didn't bring any of the Big Boomsticks!"
"Well that's settling to know!" Sparx retorts sarcastically, knowing the damage Boomer can cause with little Boomsticks.
However, he could care less about all of that. Even with the thought of his destructive little friend wrecking the place, nor having to fear going behind the Portal Master's back to get him, Sparx' cannot take his mind from what is truly starting to grind at his soul. He quickly removes the strong grip of his friend from his right arm and returns to the control panel.
"Easy dude! You need to take a chill pill..." Boomer remarks, never seeing his best friend and General so shaken before in his life. He was told by Gaven about Malefor's disappearance, but this news did not phase the small troll in the least. "...why are you so worried about this, man?"
Sparx eyes break from the panel, showing Boomer the tears that are forming again, but also the anger in his nonchalant attitude. "He's my little brother, you assh..."
Boomer leaps up on the control panel, placing his hand over Sparx muzzle in an instant and showing a smug grin across his face.
"Exactly, General...He's your brother and your father's son!" the smaller green troll remarks almost arrogantly, looking around at the many achievements of Sparx and Spyro that cover the walls. "I am not worried for him, dude...I'm worried for the pirate that finally pisses him off enough."
Sparx chuckles for only a second, before his nerves return, and his eyes focus upon the coordinates entered.
"I know, but I'm still terrified Boomer." he remarks, pressing the button to open a portal. "He's my baby brother and I don't know what I would do if something were to happened to him."
Boomer nods his head, placing a sturdy hand on Sparx' shoulder for support, while keeping his smile wide to hold his friend's Spirit up as well.
"I will find him quickly Sparx, and you'll see that he is just fine...I'm sure of it."
The two tone purple and gold dragon nods his head as well. But before he can look up again, Boomer leaps from the control panel into the portal.
I hope so, Sparx says to himself, staring at the oval disk of energy the Skylanders use to move great distances and suddenly thinking of his father. He stares at one of the pictures on the wall, the only one where Spyro and Sparx are together.
I'm just getting my Dad back...I cannot deal with losing anyone else in this family!
However, at that exact moment, the young dragon's nerves are unsettled further as Volteer barges into the portal station with a stunned look on his face.
"MASTER SPARX...YOUR FATHER JUST COLLAPSED IN THE THRONE ROOM FOR NO REASON!"
"WHAT?!"
Without another word spoken, Sparx buzzes past the large yellow and blue dragon in the form the master Electrician uses, bolting out of the door at the speed of lightning. The smart purple dragon utilizes the conductive copper railings lining the staircase that brought him down, climbing several hundred feet up the palace in an instant, and reappearing in the Throne room before Volteer can even blink his eyes.
"DAD! NO!" he cries out like a young child, running the last few feet to be by his father's side, truly stunned at seeing his hero lying motionless upon the ground.
His paws move quickly to Spyro's chest, making sure his heart still beats within, however, he becomes confused feeling his father's pulse is strong and it's rhythm beats perfectly normal. Also, the aura coming from Spyro is bright, but held within, showing a dragon that is far from death.
"What happened to him?" He asks the other guardians that remain in the room.
All three show no answer in their stunned eyes; they don't truly know what happened to the King.
"They both fell over without cause, Master Guardian, and simply went to the dreamlands," Tristan remarks.
His paw is placed protectively upon the unconscious white bear, who also shows a powerful aura held within, just like Spyro and quickly a smile fills Sparx' face. The gray haired cheetah smirks as well, knowing exactly what has happened, nodding his head as Sparx acknowledges that he does now as well.
The oldest son of Spyro takes a calming breath, releasing a ton of nervous energy and then walks over to the King's Throne. He grasps two cushions from his Dad's seat of power, tossing a smaller one to Tristan, while taking the other to his father. Sparx gently lifts Spyro's entire upper body, slides the cushion under his gold chest, then lays him back down upon it. He smiles as his father's paws wrap around the cushion that smells like he and his brother. He'd purposely selected those pillows to give the new king a sense of home while in the palace.
"I'm here, Dad..." he says softly, lying beside Spyro in an almost defensive position, knowing from the stories told to him of the Eternal Night; his father is completely defenseless now. "...I'll make sure no one bothers you!"
"What the hell is going on, Master Sparx?" Monsoon barks out, voicing his anger with a strong tone.
He is clearly upset that the new Master Guardian is showing no concern for the King, who fell to the ground for no reason. However, he becomes irate as Sparx simply lifts a single talon to his mouth and shushes him.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO ANNOY ME?" the large blue dragon yells with so much rage that he is unable to control his elemental power, sending out a spray of water with his words.
Sparx quickly becomes aggravated himself. And not because of the noise, which he knows wouldn't bother a dragon that could sleep through a nuclear bomb, but because his father shutters when several drops of water hit his back. This has becomes the custom way Cynder wakes her deep slumbering husband and Sparx fears the Water dragon may wake his father prematurely. Without a word, the mid-sized two-toned purple and gold dragon leaps over his dad, lands directly before the Guardian several times his size, and with one paw, shoves Monsoon up against the wall.
"NO! I'm not trying to annoy you, Master Water Spout!" he barks, grasping the large dragon's muzzle, then pulling his eyes to his father, who still shutters on the cushion his son placed under his frame. "However, if you just woke him up while he's talking to IGNITUS, then I think my dad is the one who will become quite annoyed...with you!"
"Ignitus!?" Storm and Crystal repeat at the same time.
They are unsure of why the young dragon would mention the old Fire Guardian, who they know is the new Chronicler. Especially since they also know that he is not in the realm of the living.
"Are you saying Spyro's dead right now?"
Sparx, Tristan, and even Monsoon, whose mouth is still being held shut, suddenly start laughing, hearing the confused question from both female Guardians as the full story was never a huge interest to either of them.
"They're not dead, you Imbeciles!" Tristan's voice is filled with sarcasm.
In example, he places the pillow Sparx tossed to him under Lord Cypher's jaw then gestures his paw at the quick movement made when the large white bear repositions his head on his own.
"They're only meditating deeply...!" Another voice remarks from the door, startling everyone as Volteer begins speaking before fully entering the room. "...I can remember it like yesterday, though it's been eighteen years four months and seven days, but I recall when Sparx..." The chatterbox dragon pauses awkwardly, then stares at the son of Spyro and quickly goes off track.
"...that's your father's brother Sparx and not you, young dragon...I'm just saying that since they named you after him, and I just wanted to clear up that I meant him and not you...because it would make no sense if I said I heard it from you, since your father was only Malefor's age at the time, and..."
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!" Crystal barks at Volteer, as she and Strom seem to be the only clueless ones in the room, and their anger begins to show.
"Oh! Sorry ladies! I don't mean to rant but I seem to talk about nothing more often when I become excited, and this moment is very exciting to me, as I know Spyro is talking to my old friend, and that is something I thought would never happen again, since no one has heard from the Chronicler in some time, and it appears that now the time may be at hand."
"I'm gonna hurt you, Volteer!" Storm suddenly yells, slamming her paw to the ground and showing the Electric Dragon such rage in her eyes that he clams up completely.
"He is with the Chronicler!" Tristan finally answers, becoming annoyed with Volteer as much as the two female dragons, and they quickly turn their attention to him. "It happened several times in the past to Spyro and again only a week ago with King Malefor!"
"What!?" They both yell in unison again, as Tristan stops talking, believing he has said enough.
"It's a long story..." Sparx suddenly remarks, still holding the large blue dragon against the wall.
He calmly releases Monsoon without fear of repercussions, knowing the Water Guardian understands he was only defending his father's dream, which he returns to doing immediately. The two toned purple dragon pads his way back to Spyro's gold chest, laying before him in the same defensive manner and then focuses his eyes upon the two bewildered dragonesses.
"...but I promise it's a good story, and I'd like to finally tell it my way for once."
Sparx takes a deep breath, places a paw upon his father, and begins by telling the tale that is known by all.
"The Chronicler helped my dad expose his true power on the days leading up to the Eternal Night..." He says with a proud tone in his voice.
Everyone else in the room becomes interested, though they've heard this story before. However, Sparx completely changes the reasons for his being taken, as this is the way his Mother had told him the story should go. A story that filled the dreams of a young whelpling in hell, allowing him to praise a father he would not meet for many years to come.
"...but the way I see it, there was a different reason the Chronicler took my dad to that Library..." the young dragon pauses, looking up at the large portrait of his mother, positioned over the smaller throne for Spyro's Queen. "...and that was to show him what he was missing from his destiny."
Sparx continues the story. Telling how his father learned of Cynder's location and a plan that suggested waiting until after the Eternal Night; a plan the Dragon of Time was sure Spyro would not follow.
"He knew they needed to be together, so the Chronicler showed him how history would play out, knowing full well my dad would save my mom instead," he continues with a wide smile, knowing also what his foster-father has told him about the past and a battle Spyro could never win alone. "Only together would they be able to defeat the Dark Master, freeing our King from his enslavement and allowing the Dragon race to finally be at peace."
Sparx watches as everyone's aura boosts higher, knowing how Spyro and Cynder combined their power to stop the Dark Master; now physically able to see that power, as it lays before them in real life.
"You asked if my dad was dead, and I tell you now - he is more alive than ever my friends..." he says looking back up towards both slender dragoness, and showing them a smile none of the Guardians have seen on his face since was younger."...he's with the only dragon he sees as a father."
The eldest son of Spyro pauses again to look at his dad, placing a paw upon his golden chest to feel the pulse that matches his own. He quickly recalls a hundred memories of his foster-father, all of him holding a frightened whelpling tightly in his arms and feeling the comfort of his Guardian's undying devotion. However, only one memory of his true father is felt within his heart and it is more powerful than all of Malefor's combined. A moment when Spyro pulled him from a muddy grave and the fear he felt from his father at that exact moment, thinking he had lost the most prized possession in his life. A fear he feels every time his father has held him and realizing this sensation only comes for someone Spyro deeply loves.
Now, that fear pounds within Sparx' chest, as his emotions still swirl uncontrolled with what has transpired in the last five minutes.
"I finally understand what I mean to you..." he says aloud, making sure everyone hears him proudly say."...and I promise, when you return, I will prove you never need to feel that fear again...Dad."
Standing upon the bridge of a fast-moving pirate ship, two mothers stare angrily at the view screen, and a large brown-haired bear who continues yelling at the captain of their ship. They can see the moon of Conderoga through the window, being only a few hundred miles from the surface, but cannot land as thousands of pirate ships block their path.
"QUINCY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT DRAGON ABOARD YOUR SHIP?" The large Grizzly barks, his eyes locked upon the blue dragoness charged with killing two of his fellow pirates but most importantly, a general store clerk he called a friend.
"THAT VICIOUS ANIMAL KILLED BOSCO!"
Captain Quincy is baffled for a moment, not knowing about the fate of Conderoga's General Store clerk himself. Then he quickly turns an angered eye to Danielle. "You did what?!"
"I would never!" Danielle replies even faster, appalled at the thought of hurting the only friend she's had in the last six year. But mostly because she saw him only yesterday, a fact that she hastily adds with a truthful stare from her lavender blue eyes. "Bosco was helping me find my daughter and he is still on Raptoria!"
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" The other captain replies angrily, and Quincy turns back to the view screen, quickly noticing the disbelief in the other pirate's eyes. The white bear taps a single talon on the steel floor, getting the attention of his tactical officer without saying a word, and using only a simple glance, readies him for an impending attack.
"Well...I believe her..." He says to Danielle's disbelief.
She has been in the pirate captain's face for the entire one hour journey back to Conderoga, making sure he understands her distaste in the company she is with. The blue dragoness, believing all pirates are scum for what happened to Mya, is floored hearing not only his defensive stance but a threat towards his own race to protect her. "...and the fact that she's standing aboard my ship, which far outmatches yours, means you have no say in this dragon's fate...so go Fuc..."
The ship suddenly shudders with several impacts of laser fire and before Quincy can say a word, the shields are raised and the weapons are powered up on his ship.
"Evasive maneuvers, Gordon!" The large bear barks out, sitting down in his chair and entering coordinates for a retaliatory strike. Pressing a small red button on his control panel, Quincy releases a barrage of cannon fire, quickly disabling the smaller pirate ships around him with one strong volley.
"Bring us down now!" Quincy orders to his first officer, and quickly the other Polar bear in the room begins working his paws across the much larger panel before him to enter new coordinates to lower the ship into the atmosphere.
"Aye, Captain, but I'm picking up signatures of nearly a hundred ships down on the moon as well!"
"We'll have plenty of options upon reaching the surface..." He replies, watching the entire fleet in space begin swarming on their position. "...but if we stay up here...we're screwed!"
"Yes, Sir!" Gordon retorts, keeping his path steady as several other impacts to the shield buffet the large cruiser.
Quincy turns his attention to the two dragoness who still stare in shock at this pirate's quick decision to defend them, and a smug smile crosses his face. "I bet you didn't expect I'd do that...huh? Now get down below with the others and brace yourselves for a hard landing. Also, tell my brothers we will be setting down on the far side of the moon, and they'll need to be ready for a heavy ground assault!"
Cynder nods her head, hearing the seriousness in this Polar Bear's voice and respecting his authority during this situation. She heads through the door to her right two sweet, leaving Danielle behind, still standing in awe at what she is witnessing.
"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Quincy sarcastically asks while strapping himself into his Captain's chair, noticing the large blue dragoness has not moved a step. "I don't want you to get hurt up here Danielle, so please go now, and strap your self-down tightly!"
Danielle, does not heed his word, instead she slowly walks up to the Polar bear, suddenly upset at how she has acted towards him.
"Why would you do this for me?" she asks in a depressed voice, unable to use the hateful words she has slung towards this pirate for the last hour. "I've been such a bitch to you, blaming you and your brothers for my daughter and not showing any gratitude for helping me get her back. I don't know how I can ever say thank you after such an accusation."
Quincy smiles again, hearing sincerity in her words and still seeing surprise in her eyes. He then looks down at the large pile of gemstones Malefor gave in payment for his services before returning his eyes to Danielle.
"I could easily say I was paid handsomely to do a job, and that I intended to see it through. However..." The large Polar Bear pauses as his ship is struck again, then shows Danielle a wider smile after returning fire towards the cluster of ships that just attacked. "...I would have done this for free. Because your king, or should I say...your grandfather, showed me the respect I've only known from my kin and I'm just returning the favor."
Danielle remains surprised as his eyes do not lie, nor does the secure grasp of his paw upon her shoulder. Quincy's dark brown eyes remain focused, even after a hard impact shakes the ship violently, making sure this polar bear's resolve is shown to a dragoness he wants respect from.
"I have a young daughter of my own..." he says with a humbled voice, glancing at a portrait that sits by his chair, forcing Danielle to look at her as well."...and I find no honor in taking one's child for any profit"
Quincy tightens his grip on the blue dragoness' shoulder, bringing Danielle's attention back to his now angered eyes, finally showing her the pain of being called a kidnapper. "I simply ask you not to judge me for how I make a living, Danielle..." he replies to her inquiry.
Once again he looks down at his daughter's picture and, with the strong emotion of love in seeing her smile, releases his grasp of Danielle's arm.
"...because I would do almost anything to make sure that little girl doesn't have to struggle like I did as a cub. And never, ever would I do something to endanger a child."
The blue dragoness cranes her head down beside Quincy's ear and uses her giant white wing to surround him as he sits in his chair.
"Thank you," Danielle whispers, and the polar bear gets the chills as her voice echoes within the tightly stretched membrane of her wing.
However, nothing could prepare the normally stoic bear for the sensation of pride he feels next, as Danielle gently pecks him upon the neck. Every hair on his body stands up as goose bumps begin running down his back, hearing such a soft voice coming from the one who showed him only rage.
"Your daughter is beautiful and very lucky to have a father like you."
"And you thought you'd have a problem saying thank you." His voice sends the same chill down Danielle's back, and she finally shows the white bear her smile. Quincy returns the facial gesture, then places his paw softly upon her cheek. "That's not a bad way either!"
"CAPTAIN!" Gordon yells out, startling both Danielle and Quincy, and quickly the white wing is removed from around their private conversation. The slightly smaller polar bear shows them both a smug grin for a moment the gestures his paw to the view screen. "If you guys are done thanking each other...I have something interesting you both might want to see."
"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU INSINUATING GORDON?" Quincy barks out with anger, followed by an even louder roar from Danielle.
"AND IF YOU EVEN SAY IT, I WILL KILL YOU!"
"I...ah...was...ummm...just going to say..." the youngest of four polar bears, and the only one that is not part of the captain's family, hesitates with his words. Then he returns to his seat with shaking paws, taking control of the tactical display. He zooms in on what the sensors showed him a moment ago just as Danielle stalks behind his chair and quickly shows his reason for a rude interruption. "...I found them!"
"REALLY!" Danielle's voice and emotions do a 180 degree turn faster than her head snapping right to look at the view screen. Her lavender blues widen like saucers seeing a holographic projection of what the ship's sensors can see from miles away.
"My baby!"
Gordon, hearing a mother's call for her child, takes no time to work his magic but uses all of the ship's scanning capability to focus in on two young dragons. Within a second, Danielle can see the whites of her daughter's eyes and the smile that crosses her face as a young purple dragon seems to be making jokes.
"Your daughter is as beautiful as mine own, Danielle..." the captain remarks with a gentle tone. However, his harsh tones return in the next words, which are aimed at his first officer. "...but I think getting a tactical of the surface for threats would be a better idea first!"
"Oh shit!" Gordon remarks to himself as his paws fly across the control panel, changing the computer's targeting aspects. He can see the scanners are already locked on a threat and his eyes turn to the captain showing great alarm.
"Sir, the fleet is on the ground...and they are advancing." Gordon begins to say, just as the large view screen brings life to what he sees.
Captain Quincy's eyes open wide, stopping his first officer's words with just the look of shock on his face, seeing hundreds of pirates closing in on Mya and Malefor.
"How long?" He asks, and his first office replies quickly to his simple inquiry with two choices.
"Over a minute if I land her gently..." Gordon puts the nose down and increases speed to intercept, knowing the captain will go with his other choice. "...or I can put it down in that swamp in fifteen seconds...however it will not be as gentle, Captain."
Quincy looks over at Danielle with a concerned expression, then a smug grin crosses his face.
"I warned you to go down below and strap in..." he remarks, pressing a button on his control panel to signal an emergency landing, then sits down in his chair to brace for impact. "...now you better hold on to anything that's bolted down."
Danielle shows the same concerned look, but also the same snide grin Quincy is still showing, realizing this pirate is now sacrificing the wellbeing of his ship and his brothers in order to help her daughter. She nods her head with understanding and digs her dark black claws through the diamond plate steel floor, never taking her eyes from Quincy's.
"I'm ready!"
Cautiously walking along the cave line for an hour, staying alert to any movement from inside, Mya and Malefor begin backtracking into the forest towards the fire dragoness' home.
"We need to get back there before my mother and uncle Malefor return or they will come looking for us. And that is not a good idea," the younger of two dragon remarks, as the question was asked by Mya.
Why are we heading back towards the danger?
Malefor senses the two toned red dragoness' fear and turns to face his frightened friend. He presses his nose through a large bush, leaving a thick green mane around his head.
"And besides...I'm king of the jungle around here!"
A feeling of calm enhances Malefor emotions, still entranced by Mya's red eyes, and watching them cool with his brazen attitude. However, as his mother's son, the young Spirit dragon can see her aura is still shaken.
"You know what? I think I know what's wrong with you!" Malefor suddenly remarks from nowhere, and Mya's attention is taken by his now stern tone of voice.
"What?" She snaps back with a note of anger, not understanding his statement nor his sudden change of attitude.
Malefor, with his head still sticking through the bush, shows another wide grin upon his face. "Nothing...and that's your problem!"
Mya frowns as Malefor begins laughing and he quickly uses Lightning to zip himself beside her, startling the red dragoness with a crackle of thunder.
"You have the same powers I have, 'cause I felt it when we connected before. We have nothing to fear if we fight together, you'll see. You just need to be confident in order to fully express that energy."
Mya's frown disappears, and a now confused look fills her face, not truly understanding what he means. "How can I be confident, I'm not nearly as strong as you."
"Wanna bet?!" Malefor retorts, answering Mya's thought before she can put a single doubt in her head. "You are holding back everything. And because of that, you use your energy all wrong, only making it appear as if you are weak. You just need to understand the basics of magic a little better."
Malefor grasps her right front paw with his own, lifting it palm up and moves his own paw out the same way. A small flame begins flickering in the younger dragon's palm, and he hands it to Mya.
"Try using your own pulse to control this fire, not your magic, and you'll see that it can be fed just by your emotion."
The fire dims the moment Mya takes control and quickly her emotions fill with thoughts of failure, dousing the fire almost completely.
"Wow! You're eyes are really stunning in this low light!" Malefor remarks.
Mya does a double take, staring at the young dragon who cannot remove his smile. However, it is not his leering that has her attention for the second take, but the flame that begins burning brighter in her palm.
"How is that happening?" She remarks, seeing the flame dance in her paw without the aid of magic to fuel it. Her eyes break focus from the fire, looking to Malefor for an answer and only getting a smug grin as his response.
"Well?!" she asks with a more stern tone as Malefor remains silent. And again is startled as the fire becomes more intense.
"Don't get too angry...I sure don't want you to ruin that pretty face," Malefor finally remarks, his voice filled with sarcasm.
He places his paw upon hers, snuffing the fire without concern of burning himself, as his control of this element is almost as good as his father's.
"You can use your emotions to help build up an attack, and not just fire, as all the elements are influenced by what we feel."
Malefor again holds his palm up, but this time a small ball of snow develops in his paw.
"I can use my anger to strengthen the bond..." he says and the ball solidifies in his palm to pure Ice, showing the hardness of his rage. However, the young purple dragon returns his feeling to love, as his mind races with thoughts of family and friends, but mostly of Mya. "...or I can use love and joy to make what was hard...flexible."
The ball quickly softens but stays together, held firmly by a bond of pure emotion. The youngest son of Spyro tosses it at the ground and it splashes like water upon impact, coating everything it lands on in a layer of ice. Mya's eyes light with amazement, never seeing someone control the elements like this before and again words of astonishment spill from her mouth.
"How is that even possible?" she replies to what her eyes are seeing, unable to grasp the idea of controlling elements without magic.
"It was a technique taught to the dragons by an old, old ancestor, and one that is very familiar to your family," the younger dragon replies, placing his paw upon Mya's chest and using only his emotions to fuel her heart with Fire.
"Everyone on Avalar understands this power now and we have your 'Gamps' to thank for that!"
"Malefor taught you this?" She remarks, hearing her Grandfather's voice within his mind and the teachings a special ancestral crystal has given this young purple dragon.
"HOW?"
Malefor shows an image to Mya within his mind and a large blue-green crystal that sits as the centerpiece of Dragonfly Park.
"Millions of years of his knowledge and experience is held within that crystal. But truthfully I believe it to be his soul, which he gave up willingly and without fanfare." Malefor remarks proudly about his namesake as the image fades from her mind, allowing Mya to see the resolve in his pure purple eyes.
"That power is a reflection of him, and there for a reflection of you as well. I felt it when we connected and I feel it now as that crystal pulses with the same rhythm of his heart...and yours."
The young purple dragon raises his paw from Mya's dark red chest, gently caressing her jaw to hold the suddenly smitten dragoness' eyes to his.
"You just need to learn how to use this power and then you will realize that anything is possible."
Mya lunges forward, overwhelmed with the spiritual touch of Malefor, and plants a very firm kiss upon his lips. The youngest son of Spyro and Cynder turns bright red, having never been so passionately taken by the other sex, and quickly backs away.
"Wow! Ahhh...ummm!"
Mya smirks at Malefor as he continues to blush heavily.
"I thought you said you had a lot of girlfriends..." she remarks sarcastically, seeing he is as nervous as her."...are you trying to tell me that was the first time you've been kissed?"
"Like that...Yeah!" he replies with a bit of a startled tone of voice, tasting her essence in his mouth and soul.
He becomes speechless for a moment, overwhelmed with feelings he thought he understood as love, but never like this. However, knowing his father is still overwhelmed by his mother, Malefor calms himself the best he can and tries to act as if it meant less to him then the world.
"I just wasn't ready for that is what I meant."
Mya smirks again, and Malefor, like his father, knows he is busted. She slowly struts closer to the young dragon, lowering her muzzle down to his; her warm fiery breath seeping into his nostrils, as Mya gets nose to nose with the now shuddering purple dragon.
"I know you want another, so you tell me when you are ready this time."
Malefor, also like his father would do with Cynder, takes no time in pressing his lips against hers, and both allow themselves to enjoy it this time. His world changes in the blink of her eyes, as all of her emotion consumes him with the moment and realizing, again like his father and mother did, that he has found the one he will devote his life to. A barrage of thoughts fill the young purple dragon's mind, as his eyes finally close, visualizing the way his life could play out. However, after only a few seconds, a loud bang from the sky above breaks their kiss again.
"What the heck is that?!" Mya barks out with a startled voice, then looks over at Malefor, who still cannot open his eyes.
"Fireworks...baby!" He replies with a smooth voice, slowly opening his eyes to show how lost he really is. "An unbelievable amount of fireworks!"
Mya slaps Malefor across the face, getting his attention with a sudden jolt of pain. His eyes take focus quickly upon hers. Not because she slapped him, but realizing by the look on her face that he said that out loud.
"Oh my gosh...I...ah..." Malefor begins stumbling with his words again, blushing a darker red than the mark Mya left with her palm. However, another loud explosion pulls both dragons attention to the sky, and the large pirate ship that is now heading in their direction.
They both show sudden fear, recognizing the craft that took Cynder and Malefor to Raptoria. They watching helplessly as several other ships fire upon it, sending it down towards the ground at breakneck speed.
"MOM!" Malefor suddenly yelps, feeling her spirit close by and knowing his mother was on that ship when it left yesterday. However, the youngest son of Cynder balks, hearing the same name yelled out by the young dragoness beside him.
Without the use of Dragon Time, the world suddenly slows down in Malefor eyes, as several different feelings of fear strike him at once. The first feeling the young dragon endures is worry, sensing the energy of his Mother beginning to build up on board this ship heading to the ground. Malefor's eyes follow the ship down towards a large swamp a mile to their north, then hold focus as they reach the horizon spotting fear number two.
"OH NO!" he remarks loudly as the site of a pirate army, all waiting patiently to ambush the two young dragons they've been chasing for over an hour, suddenly takes his attention. However his third fear becomes overwhelming as Mya suddenly takes off towards the danger, consumed with the thought of finding her mother, whom she can feel on board as well.
"MYA, STOP!"