Jacy: Can we drop this subject now and talk about how I wrote 13 pages for this chapter?
Kera: Aww, why can't we tell them about the time we were on the Empire Sta-
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Chapter 25: The Battle of Prophecy
Blane, Nguyen, and Spyro all took up fighting positions around Talea and Cynder, causing Ragnarok to let out a dark chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Blane demanded.
"Just that you're defending soon-to-be corpses," Ragnarok said, still chuckling.
All three of them opened their eyes wide and Spyro shouted, "What did you do to them!"
"It was nothing I did," Ragnarok said, beginning to walk towards them, "It's my throne. It drains the life out of anyone who isn't me and gives me their power."
"You monster," Nguyen growled.
"I'm the monster, am I?" Ragnarok asked, stopping and looking at Nguyen with sick amusement, "Do your friends know what you did to your father once you found out he raped your mother? Or to those who laughed at you when you couldn't use your element? Or-"
"Shut up!" Nguyen shouted, closing his eyes as his anger started to boil over.
"Why would I do that?" Ragnarok grinned evilly as he resumed walking towards them, "There's so much more to tell! Like how you brought that poor dragoness to near death when she refused to go on a date with you or the time you threw your friend off a building for laughing at you. Then there's the time-"
"I said SHUT UP!" Nguyen shouted as his body began to become engulfed in an aura of shadow.
"Nguyen, calm down!" Blane pleaded, "Those deaths weren't your fault!"
"It's too late, Half-breed," Ragnarok said, "he's mine now."
As he said this, Nguyen turned to look at Blane. He began to open his eyes to show his eyes were glowing blood-red. Before Blane could react, Nguyen began to pounce on him. However, Spyro was able to move quicker and tackled Nguyen mid-jump.
"I'll keep him occupied, you deal with Ragnarok!" Spyro shouted as he and Nguyen stared each other down.
"The choice is yours, Half-breed," Ragnarok said as he looked down at Blane as he looked up at him, "you can fight me and surely die, or you could escape with your precious Talea and live a little longer."
"Why are you giving me a choice?" Blane said, his fists igniting with white fire, "You'll just end up killing me anyway."
Blane jumped up towards Ragnarok's chin and punched him square in the jaw. Ragnarok stumbled back and looked at Blane with hate.
"You've chosen your fate, half-breed," Ragnarok growled, "Prepare to die!"
Meanwhile…
"Nguyen, snap out of it!" Spyro shouted as he dodged a blast of shadow launched from Nguyen's maw.
"Stop dodging and fight!" Nguyen yelled, his voice dark and distorted.
"You want me to fight?" Spyro asked, "Fine, I will!
He charged Nguyen and rammed his head into the dark dragon's own, causing Nguyen to stumble backwards. Spyro then hit him with a blast of lightning and then rammed him again.
Nguyen stumbled back again but recovered quickly this time and said, "Now we're getting somewhere!"
Outside the Portal…
"I'm going in after them," Cain said as he and the others all hovered just outside the portal.
"You cannot interfere, Cain," Arcaein said, "This battle is theirs and theirs alone. That is how it was foretold."
"You can take your prophecy and shove it!" Cain shouted, "You may be one of the Ancestors, but I'll be damned if I let them fight alone."
"As will I," Deryx agreed.
"Me, too," Athkor said. Annabelle and Dex nodded in agreement.
"You won't change their minds," Ixenra said to Arcaein, "This generation is stubborn, but brave and loyal too."
"You three may go," Arcaein relented, looking at Cain, Deryx, and Athkor, "But Dex and Annabelle may not."
"What, why?" Dex demanded, "My parents are in there!"
"So are mine!" Annabelle added.
"This is not your time," Arcaein said, "You two have interfered enough as it is, go back to where Hunter is protecting Ignitus. I have a feeling that Ragnarok didn't call all of his Convexic Dragons back and without him, this fight will be lost."
Dex looked like he was going to argue but Annabelle stopped him by nodding in understanding and flying back to the study, Dex following reluctantly.
"You three, go now," Arcaein said, moving aside to let them through. They flew past him and through the portal, disappearing in a flash of light. The unknown green dragoness made to follow, but Arcaein once again moved in front of the portal.
"Move," she said.
"Not until you tell us who you are and who sent you." Arcaein said.
The dragoness looked like she was going to refuse, but instead she said, "My name is Kera, and He sent me."
"He? You mean…?" Arcaein asked, astonished.
"Yes, the human who bears the mark of Creation," Kera confirmed.
With Blane…
Blane dodged a swipe from one of Ragnarok's massive paws, only to find himself cornered against a wall. Ragnarok grinned maliciously before he opened his maw wide and blasted a huge wave of shadow at Blane. Reacting quickly, Blane ignited his wings with white fire and covered himself with them. He felt the shadow and darkness brushing his mind, feeling the dark part of his mind begin to stir. Acting fast, Blane jumped and planted his feet on the wall before using all of his strength to push himself away from it and through Ragnarok's attack. When he had gone all the way through his attack, he covered himself in white fire and rammed himself into Ragnarok.
The force of the attack sent both of them flying back in opposite directions, Blane into the wall he had jumped off of and Ragnarok into his throne, destroying it. Blane's crash into the wall injured him severely, but he crawled out of the wall and unsteadily got to his feet.
"You're weak, Half-breed," Ragnarok mocked as he, too, got to his feet, "I can't believe you were the one foretold to defeat me."
"I will defeat you," Blane said as he wiped the blood off his mouth, "because I have the one thing you don't."
"And what would that be?" Ragnarok asked as he charged at Blane.
"Something to fight for," he answered as a sword made of white flames appeared in his right hand and took up a stance as Ragnarok got closer.
With Cain…
"Now this place is sinister-looking, isn't it?" Deryx commented as he got off Cain's back and looked around.
"Something tells me it's more ominous in there," Athkor said as he and Cain looked at Ragnarok's castle. As if in response, Convexic Dragons began to pour out of the open doorway.
"It can never be easy, can it?" Cain asked as Deryx nocked an arrow and held three others in the hand that held the bow.
"Where'd be the fun in that?" Deryx responded with a laugh.
"You never change," Cain said, shaking his head in amusement as the Convexic Dragons charged towards them.
"I'm glad you did, my friend," Deryx said, glancing at Cain out of the corner of his eye.
"As am I," Cain agreed.
"I'm glad I was able to fight beside the real you, Dad," Athkor said.
"Don't talk like you're going to die," Cain said, turning his attention to the Convexic Dragons closing in on them, "'Cause they're the ones who're going to die."
Deryx let loose an arrow and Cain and Athkor let loose with their fire breaths as the Convexic Dragons were in range.
Outside the Portal…
"How is that possible? He was just a story!" Arcaein said.
"So was Ragnarok," Kera said, "He sent me to help because he wants Blane to survive."
"If He does, why didn't He come?" Kepesk questioned.
"Because He was only able to send me through, His powers are still weak from his own battle with the Darkness in His realm," Kera explained.
"If you go, we go with you," Ixenra said.
"Is that even possible?" Edarin asked, turning to look at her.
"Yes," Kera answered, causing all of them to look at her once again, "The reason he sent me is because I have an ability similar to the one Ignitus used to bring all of you here. I can keep you all attached to life, but you will once again BE alive. You will live until you die once again."
With Spyro…
"Wake up, Nguyen!" Spyro shouted as he hit Nguyen with an Earth Blast. The dark dragon slid back a few inches but then launched an Ice Spear covered in traces of shadow. The spear landed next to Spyro before it shattered and sent shards of ice at the purple dragon. Spyro quickly melted them with his fire breath but Nguyen used his distraction to his advantage and tackled Spyro.
"I am awake," Nguyen said, looking down at Spyro with his glowing red eyes, "I'm more awake than I ever was."
"Think about your mother, Nguyen," Spyro said, trying to break through to his friend, "Do you think she would want this?"
"Shut up!" Nguyen shouted, closing his eyes, "you don't know anything about what she would want!"
"If she's anything like I've heard, then I know she was kind and trustworthy," Spyro countered, realizing he was getting through, "And deep down, I know you're the same. Wake up!"
As he finished Spyro head-butted Nguyen as hard as he could, sending the dark dragon reeling back away. Spyro got back up and saw that the shadows engulfing Nguyen were fading. When they were completely gone Spyro's eyes widened in surprise.
The dragon's scales and wings were snow white, while his underbelly and wing membranes were light-blue. He still had the same body structure as Nguyen, but his tail tip had changed from a blade to an icicle-like appendage. Over his right eye was a black mark that looked like a slash mark.
"Nguyen?" Spyro asked.
"Yes," the dragon answered in Nguyen's voice as he opened his eyes to reveal they were still light-blue.
With Blane…
Blane jumped over Ragnarok just before he crashed into him and dragged his sword made of white flames across the massive dragon's back. Ragnarok roared in agony as the blade cut through his scales and into the flesh underneath. Blane rolled as he landed, so as not to hurt himself, and got to his feet.
"You'll pay for that," Ragnarok growled as he turned around and glared at Blane with fury.
"I doubt it," a familiar voice said. Both of them turned to see the reformed Nguyen with Spyro walking beside him.
"Nguyen?" Blane asked, confused.
"Yup, same Nguyen but a different appearance," Nguyen said, grinning. Spyro and Nguyen took positions on either side of Blane, much to Ragnarok's anger.
"You may have been able to free yourself from my darkness, but I know two who won't," he said before he turned to where Talea and Cynder lay, still unconscious. His eyes flashed red and Talea and Cynder's bodies began to float and became engulfed in shadows.
"No!" Nguyen shouted.
"Talea!" Blane yelled.
"Cynder!" Spyro cried.
The two dragonesses landed on their paws, their eyes glowing red and shrouded in shadows. The two of them turned to the three of them and snarled.
"Would you really harm the very ones you came here to save?" Ragnarok asked cruelly. Before any of them could call out a response, the three had to jump back as a blast of poison landed where they had been standing moments before. All three of them looked up to find Talea and Cynder walking over to them, Cynder's mouth dripping with acid.
"I'll keep Ragnarok occupied," Nguyen said, looking over at Blane and Spyro, "you two try to get through to your girlfriends."
"Looks like that form came with a sense of humor," Blane chuckled, keeping his attention on the approaching possessed dragonesses.
"I suppose," Nguyen said, shrugging his wings before he jumped over the enclosing dragonesses and landing in front of Ragnarok.
"You think you can beat me, runt?" Ragnarok scoffed before firing a blast of shadow at Nguyen.
"I don't need to beat you," Nguyen said, jumping over Ragnarok's attack and onto the huge dragon's back, "I just have to keep you distracted."
With Blane and Spyro…
"Talea, it's me, Blane!" Blane said as he dodged a swipe from one of Talea's paws.
"Be quiet and stand still!" Talea snarled, her voice menacing and overlaid with a sinister one, as she tried swiping at him again.
"Cynder, fight it! You've beaten being controlled before, do it again!" Spyro pleaded as he deflected a jab from one of Cynder's paws with his wing.
"Stop blocking and fight!" Cynder commanded, her voice overlapped with a darker, unfamiliar one. She spun around and tried to hit Spyro with her tail blade but Spyro did the same and coiled his around hers.
"Please, Cynder," Spyro begged, tears falling from his eyes, "don't make me fight you."
"Sp-Spyro?" Cynder asked, her voice sounding normal as she shook her head as if to clear it.
"Yes," Spyro answered, nodding emphatically, "that's it Cynder! Fight it!"
"Talea!" Blane said as Talea tried to hit him with her tail blade only for him to grab it mid-swing, "You're stronger than him! You can beat his control!"
"Bl-Blane?" Talea asked softly in her normal voice.
"It's me, Talea," Blane said, smiling as he saw she was breaking through. He let go of her tail and picked her up, bringing his fleshy lips to her scaly ones. The shadows dissipated away from her and she melted into the kiss.
"C'mon, Cynder," Spyro said as Cynder once again shook her head, "You can do it! I love you, do it for me!"
Spyro then closed the small gap between them and kissed her. The shadows began to fade away and she passionately returned it.
With Nguyen…
"Looks like you were wrong again, Ragnarok," Nguyen mocked as he shot a spear of ice at the larger dragon but saw the couples kissing out of the corner of his eye, "Their love for one another is stonger than the Darkness you control."
"No!" Ragnarok roared, not even noticing as the ice spear pierced his right wing.
"Face it, you've lost," Nguyen said, "Just give up."
"Never!" he said before he let out a huge roar that shook the castle.
With Cain…
"What the hell was that?" Cain shouted as a roar shook the floating platform they stood on.
"I don't know," Deryx said, shaking his head as he lowered his bow, "but look! They're retreating!"
Cain was silent for a moment as he watched the Convexic Dragons all run into the castle before his eyes widened in realization and he shouted, "They're not retreating! Ragnarok's recalling them, he's planning on using them to kill the others!"
"Don't just stand there," a familiar female voice said from above them. They all looked up to see Kera hovering above them, a sheathed sword clutched in her forepaws, "Move!"
She took off towards the castle while Deryx jumped onto Athkor's back and they took off after her.
With Blane…
Blane pulled away from Talea as he heard Ragnarok roar and saw out of the corner of his eye that Spyro and Cynder had done the same. He barely had time to put Talea back on the ground before the Convexic Dragons they'd seen in the hallway burst through the doors, knocking them off their hinges and flying into the wall on the other side of the huge throne room.
"You cannot defeat my army!" Ragnarok shouted, "There are at their most powerful here! Prepare to die!"
The Convexic Dragons all began to charge towards the group, Blane standing in front of Talea to protect her while Spyro did the same for Cynder. Nguyen used his ice breath to freeze Ragnarok's paws to the stone floor before he ran over to where the group stood waiting for the Convexic Dragons. The massive dragon broke the ice quickly and roared again.
Then a familiar red dragon, Cain, came flying over the Convexic Dragons, another familiar dragon, Athkor, with a human, Deryx, on his back beside him, and a green dragoness, Kera, just ahead of them. The dragoness held Blane's sheathed sword in her front paws but tossed it to him as she flew over them. Blane caught it and unsheathed it, tossing the sheath aside and grabbed the sword with both hands.
"You think we'd let you face this on your own?" Cain asked, smirking.
"No, just wondering what took you so long?" Blane said, grinning. Kera grinned before she began to glow with a white light. Five white lights appeared around her and when they faded Arcaein, Ixenra, Arlyn, Kepesk, and Edarin hovered around her.
"We had to wait for her to be able to do that!" Deryx said.
"We'll hold off the Convexic Dragons while you deal with Ragnarok!" Arcaein shouted to Blane. He nodded in understanding and turned to look at the stunned, huge, dark dragon. Blane pointed his sword at him, the blade beginning to spark with white fire, and smirked.
"You may have your mindless army on your side," he said, "but I've got friends, even family, on my side. They'll stand by me to the end, and I'll do the same."
Blane brought his sword down as he ran at Ragnarok, the tip scraping the ground and leaving a trail of white flames. Ragnarok panicked and fired a blast of shadow at him as he charged, but Blane merely used his sword to cut through the shadowy flames without pausing in his movement.
Meanwhile, the others waited as the army of Convexic Dragons charged them, none of them even flinching. Deryx strung his bow back over his back and grabbed the hilt of the sword sheathed at his waist. He unsheathed it, revealing the blade to be midnight black with little white dots on it like stars.
"An elven blade?" Cain mused curiously, "I thought their smiths gave up weaponry?"
"They did," Deryx confirmed, running his hand along the blade, causing strange glowing white runes to appear on it, "but the master smith thought that making one last one couldn't hurt."
"What is it called?" Cain asked.
"She named it Bol Mas," he said, "'Night Star,' in this tongue."
"It suits it well," Cain said, looking ahead to see the Convexic Dragons were almost upon them, "Let's hope that her long break from smithing didn't damage her ability to make durable blades."
Blane jumped and slashed Ragnarok across his shoulder, causing the massive dragon let out a roar of pain. Ragnarok spun quickly and blasted Blane with a blast of shadow faster than he could react other than crossing his arms in front of his face to block some of it. He felt the shadow fire burn his arms but stayed strong. When Ragnarok stopped, Blane's arms were burned and bleeding, but he still didn't do anything that showed he felt it besides grimacing slightly as he moved them.
"That all ya got ya big softy?" Blane panted, smirking.
"You dare insult me?" Ragnarok said, getting ready to blast Blane with another blast of shadow. However, Blane was able to react faster this time and threw his sword at Ragnarok. The sword flew, the flames engulfing the entire sword before it impaled itself in Ragnarok's shoulder. The flames charred and burnt Ragnarok's shoulder as the massive black dragon roared and writhed in agony.
"Despite all the horrors and atrocities you've committed," Blane said as he walked over to the suffering dragon, "I will still offer you mercy if you surrender."
"Never," Ragnarok said, collapsing to the ground as the wound sapped the last of his energy.
"Very well," Blane said, grabbing his sword hilt and pulling the sword out of Ragnarok's shoulder, causing the massive dragon to growl in pain, "Now die."
Blane swung his sword at Ragnarok's neck, slicing through it and sending the dragon's head rolling. The Convexic Dragons all suddenly disappeared, fading into nothingness as if they were never there to begin with. There was proof of their existence only by the many wounds those fighting them wore. As Blane counted them, he realized one of them was missing.
"Where's Talea?" he asked. The others murmured something intelligible, causing Blane to panic. "Where is she?" he demanded.
They moved to reveal Kera sitting by the body of Talea. Talea had several cuts and burns, but the most severe wound was a huge gash down her side that bled badly.
"Talea!" Blane said, running over to her. When he reached her, he fell to his knees and began to cry.
"Blane…?" Talea asked weakly.
"Shh," Blane begged, "don't talk. You're hurt."
"I know," she said softly, "I just lost my focus for a moment. I think I'm going to die."
"Don't talk like that," Blane pleaded, tears streaming down his face, "You'll live, after all, Dex came back to this time didn't he? You must've survived!"
"But how?" Talea asked faintly, "Nothing can heal this wound."
"I can," Deryx spoke up, walking over to where Blane knelt, "but the energy required is more than I have left."
"Take mine," Cain said, beginning to walk forward, "It should-"
"No," Blane cut him off, shaking his head, "I won't let you sacrifice yourself, Cain. Use my energy, all of it if you have to, just save her. Please."
"Blane, don't," Talea managed to say, tears falling from her eyes as well, "You'll die!"
"This is why I don't come back," Blane whispered, "Because I sacrifice myself for you. So let me, please."
Deryx placed a hand on Blane's shoulder and his other on Talea's neck. Blane began to glow with white light as the light began to move through Deryx's arm and into Talea. Talea's wounds slowly began to close as the light engulfing Blane slowly began to fade. When Talea was completely healed, the light engulfing Blane had all but faded. He fell backward onto his back, his breathing beginning to slow.
"Blane!" Talea said, getting up and rushing over to Blane's side.
"I thought you said you were sent so this wouldn't happen!" Edarin yelled.
"It was self-sacrifice," Kera said regretfully, "I'm not meant to interfere in something of that nature."
"Blane, please, don't leave me," Talea begged feebly.
"I won't leave you," Blane told her, tears streaming down his face as he smiled sadly, "I'll always be in your heart, and you'll always be in mine."
Talea brought her lips to his for one last kiss. Blane kissed back weakly before he dropped back and th last bit o lifelet his body. Talea laid her head down on his bare chest and continued to cry.
"I'm sorry," an unfamiliar voice said. All of them turned to see a cloaked figure standing not far away, looking at the ground. He stood at about 5' 11" with the hood blocking his face from view.
"Who are you?" Nguyen demanded as all of them got in a defensive position around Blane and Talea.
"My name is Jacy," the figure said softly, "I'm the one who bears the mark of Creation."
"You have it?" Arcaein questioned.
The figure nodded and held his left arm out before pulling the sleeve back and revealing a strange mark. It was a whirlwind of some sort with a tree behind it and all of it inside of a circle. The mark was glowing faintly, surprising all of the group except for Kera.
She walked over to him and, on her way there, her form began to morph. When she reached him, she looked relatively human. She wore a pair of tight, bleached-white jeans and a green t-shirt, her skin was lightly tanned, and her grass green hair was cut just below her shoulders. She wore a pair of green and white sneakers with white socks. The only thing that gave away that she wasn't human besides her naturally green hair were her pointed ears that were larger than any elf's. She stood at about 5' 8" but she looked up at the man kindly.
"What took you so long?" she asked softly, pulling his hood down to reveal the face of a young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen with brown hair and dark green eyes.
"I tried talking with him again," Jacy answered quietly, "he still won't tell me anything."
"Perhaps it isn't the time for you to know," Kera offered, "but I can't bring him back, he died in self-sacrifice."
Jacy nodded and walked over to where the group still blocked the body of Blane and Talea from his view. He stopped in front of Cain and looked up at the much larger dragon.
"Please move aside," he said, "I may be able to help him."
"He's dead," Cain said silently, his eyes narrowing, "What could you possibly do?"
"I won't know until I see him," Jacy said. Cain looked like he was going to refuse, but he moved aside and let Jacy through. Kera followed after him and both of them knelt beside Blane's lifeless body and Talea's crying form. She still had her head lying on Blane's chest and by now her eyes were red and puffy and Blane' chest was covered in tears.
"Talea," Kera said gently, "could you move please? Jacy might be able to help him."
"H-he's gone," Talea sobbed, "N-nothing c-can bring him b-back! I-it's impossible!"
"I've managed impossible before," Jacy said kindly, smiling. Talea hesitated for a moment before she lifted her head. Jacy placed his hands on Blane's chest and the mark on his left arm began to glow brighter. Everyone was silent for a while until a surprising sound broke the silence: a huge intake of air.
Blane suddenly sat up, gasping for air, and took huge breaths. No one was sure what to say. Blane lowered himself back onto the ground and softly said, "I saw my parents, with the Ancestors this time. They told me to go back, that I wasn't done just yet."
"You aren't, Blane," Jacy said, "You're coming with me and Kera."
"You're taking him?" Talea asked, surprised. Everyone else was still in stunned silence.
"He'll come back," Kera assured her, "once he's ready to protect this Realm alongside everyone else here."
"I promise I'll come back," Blane agreed, looking around at everyone before stopping at Talea, "I swear I will."
"A-alright," Talea said, beginning to cry again.
"Don't cry," Blane said, getting back into a sitting position and bringing Talea closer to him, "can I have one more kiss before I go?"
"Of course," Talea sniffled, smiling slightly before Blane kissed her. They kissed for a while before Blane broke away reluctantly. He let go of her and Talea took a few steps back.
"It's time to go," Jacy said as he placed a hand on Blane and Kera's shoulders, "You'll see him in five years, expect him then."
The three of them disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the group in the empty castle with the headless body of Ragnarok.
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Jacy: I've got one or two more chapters up my sleeve so don't think this story is done just yet!
Kera: I remember when that happened. It was-
Cain: Why didn't Wolf and I get to show up when you did!
Wolf: Yeah!
Jacy: Oh no…
UPDATE: Looked through the chapter and found a few errors, probably gonna look through all of it and fix any errors