Ignitus

PS, Sorry for this Story being on hold for so long, but with Schoolwork increasing, I have to stay on top of the situation, so My chapters wont be published as often. The latest I can promise is 1 month per chapter, but with me getting some new games to try out, it means the world to me, and I thank you all very much.

Spyro flew along the vast seas of the ocean. The salty water looking endearing for a swim in the hot sun, but Archion repeated to him that he had to keep moving in order to get to the White Isle in the optimal amount of time. His eyes showed signs of fatigue and tiredness, his wings beating in a rhythm that would make anyone drowsy. It took a lot of his willpower to not simply use his dark power to instantly teleport there, but refused to in order to not leave ember behind. He found a nearby island that jutted out from the ocean, with a fine patch of grass on the smooth surface. His wings seemed to turn on their own, with Ember swiftly following onto a sunlight covered pasture.

He sat down at the very tip of the rock and opened some of the rations they had been given for the journey. He looked out on the sea. He thought of how he had progressed so quickly with almost no training. He felt kind of upset if anything else. He felt bad for people who couldn't just cheat their way to power like he could. He thought back to his fight with Wrath. He remembered how he had been utterly outclassed by the dragon. He felt the world weigh on his shoulders.

Ember saw the tiredness in his eyes and decide to make her move.

"Hey Spyro?"

Spyro looked over at his companion. He had almost forgotten that she was there.

"Yes?"

"I wanted to know something."

"What is it?"

"Well, I've been looking at you and Cynder for a while now."

"Get to the point."

"How do you feel about her?"

Spyro was jolted awake by this. He began to think hard on how to answer the question. "Well, she is many things to me. A friend, an ally, a former enemy, a person to help, a dragon to rely on, and a dragon worth fighting for. I remember when we were fighting the dark master, and Cynder got corrupted. She attacked, but I refused to attack her. When she asked why, I responded 'Because you've left me nothing left to fight for' and she came out of her corrupted state. Now that I think about it, I wanted to tell her something, but I don't know how she will react."

Ember felt her stomach drop, "What, do you want to say to her?"

"I love you, Cynder."

"Why her?" Ember said, her voice almost dead, clinging to the last shred of hope that she would be the one for Spyro.

"Because, from the moment I met her, and the moment I saw those eyes, looking to me as her savior, I knew we were connected. Over time, being literally bonded together by the Dark Master, fighting the Golem and Destroyer, I knew that she was the one for me."

Ember turned away at this point. She walked to a small rock and leaned against it.

Spyro never knew of the tear that fell from Ember that day.

Cynder furiously trained in the arena. Her muscles strained and her elements roared. Her power spiked upwards, with her strength increasing by the second. Malefor watched from a distance, wondering how to make Cynder stronger as a fighter. He watched her eliminate a training dummy with a massive shadow blast, and he decided to test a theory.

"Hey, Cynder!" Malefor called.

"What is it?" replied Cynder as the training dummies fell silent.

"Bring your shadow fire." Malefor instructed as Cynder did so. He took a torch to it and had the torch ignited in dark fire. "I never truly figured if there is a blue side to the dark elements. Try to focus your dark fire into a single place on the torch."

Cynder calmed her mind and focused on her dark fire, and instantly, the fire exploded out momentarily before it's core was shown to be black fire with strokes of blue and white emanating from it's center. Malefor held a fire torch to it, and the blue dark fire instantly started to burn the other fire. Soon, the torch disintegrated through the power of the black fire. "By the Ancestors. This blue dark fire is much more powerful than normal fire. If you can learn it Cynder, you would be incredibly powerful."

"Hmm, you have a good point, but I think I want to call it blue dark fire."

"How about you call it Vutha Ixen, it translates to black fire in draconic language."

"Okay, but I still need to take this for a test drive."

"I have set up a barrier around you just in case, but try to summon it." Cynder focused and immediately dark fire coated her arms, but she focused, her muscles straining and forces the fire to condense into Vutha Ixen, and a glow emanated from her and Malefor had to look back from her, and as the light faded, he knew he had made a truly powerful warrior.

Flame stood above the Guardian building, sitting on one of the towers. He was thinking about what Malefor had said about his flames, and how they had been fueled by his desire. He thought of how he had been destroyed by Cynder's attack. His resentment stirred as he refused to believe that everything he had learned about how it was his duty to protect and be the prime weapon, and refused t believe he had been living a lie. He wanted someone to understand his pain, but there was nobody in his life that was able to give that advice. He thought back to a point in his childhood.

"I'm gonna get you!" yelled Flame, but much younger, without the eye of a highly trained fighter, as he played with Natsu, another prodigious dragon that was one of his few friends, or for that matter, saw him at all. They were playing tag, and Flame tagged Natsu, and run backwards, but ran into Infernus.

"Flame, come with me." he commanded, and Natsu waved goodbye.

"I want you to meet Ignis, an old friend of mine, that will help you control your flames."

"Cool!" said Flame. They traveled for a while, in which, they saw a bunch of other young dragons play with a volleyball. Flame rushed to join the but was grabbed by Inferno by the wings as he walked away from the dragons. They went into a dark room with scenes of fire's capabilities. Flame did not like the room, but saw a somewhat fat and big fire dragon.

This fire dragon had a rather stern look to him, with his secondary coloring being the blood red crimson, and he had horns that curved like two extended springs, and his tail blade was a blunt end that looked like it was for bashing more than anything else.

"This is Ignis, he will be the person that supposedly has the secret to using your flaming powers."

"That is awesome!" exclaimed Flame, he looked toward the bigger dragon known as Ignis, but his smile faded when he saw his eyes. He didn't know what, but something about those eyes did not seem right, like they had no happiness or warmth to speak of. He started to back away slowly, but Infernus motioned him forward.

Infernus left the room, and neither Flame nor Infernus knows or remembers what happened in that room, but the only time Flame showed a hint of friendly emotion, was when his friend Natsu disappeared in yet another attack by the Terror of the Skies.

Flame felt a small tear run down the length of his face, and fall onto the ground. His desire for revenge started to swell, like a pain in his stomach that wouldn't go away, and felt as if peace could only be achieved by killing Cynder.

They resumed flight the next morning, with Ember seemingly lost her will to fight. In her mind, she had lost this battle. Spyro already loved Cynder. Her pendant flared. Her emotions boiled in resentment towards the dragoness. Her mind started to wither, with her loss only damaging her mental state. Yet, she refused to believe that all was lost. Her rage refused to let up. She calmed herself, and would talk to the Chronicler, because he controlled the fates. Surely he could tell her where her fate rests.

Soon, after flying in silence for a while, they came upon the white isle. Where the massive door remained untouched. They came to a tunnel, where, in order to pass, they would have to face their worst nightmares and fears in order to pass. Spyro looked at Ember, and saw in her eyes, they seemed broken and shattered. After doing so, they trudged on into the darkness of the tunnel. Coldness draped over him like a stream of ice, freezing his body solid. Purple, spirit like creatures swirled around the savior as he looked around for anything, but what he saw, made his heart stop. It was a gravestone, but the name made his heart run cold.

"Spyro, the one who failed."

His heart stopped as he looked around at the many other gravestones. They showed the guardians, Flame, Ember, Malefor, and lastly, Cynder. Soon, tears stained the ground in front of him. But, from his sides, Archion and Choryrth emerged.

"SPYRO!" they called, and Spyro looked up. Their voices were faint, even though they were only a few feet away from each other. "You have to push through!" the tone did not state they were determined, but were frightened, as the fear and hopelessness that Spyro had at the moment was tearing their lives from Spyro's reality.

Spyro, with newfound determination, forced through the illusion, forcing himself to force through at the distress of his companions. Forcing himself to travel through the illusions, his purple scales streamed with black as he used a small portion of his Wrath State in order to get the power and strength he needed.

He pushed open a door at the end and found that Ember was waiting for him patiently.

Looking ahead at the large front door to the infinite knowledge that the chronicler's house contained. They looked down isles, and Spyro looked at a few books that had tips on how to Use dark powers. But Ember looked for one book in particular, she found a book in the library with her name on it. She watched as the first page held 4 lines written in draconic, with the next pages describing her life up to that point.

She looked at the 4 lines.

Wer vers di altiuiri di ixen

Wer ir gloma mrith tuor

Vucotic ti mrith svaust jacioniv thatheo wharacic

Coi jahus esostek di jacioniv kurjh saurivic

Because Ember did not understand what the lines mean, because despite being a dragon, she did not understand draconic that much. She watched as Spyro pored over books, trying to figure out what to do to protect himself in the alternate dimension.

"Spyro." said a deep voice.

Spyro jumped at this and got into a battle pose, stalking around, ready to activate Dragon Time if the case may be. He called, "Where are you!?"

"Now, now, that is no way to speak to your elders." said the voice. Ember looked around in a panic, The speaker seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was always the same tone and pitch no matter were she was.

"Show yourself!" Spyro said, standing tall.

"If you wish." the same voice replied. Spyro watched as a blue dragon emerged from a doorway. Not unexpected entirely, since blue was the prime color of the Chronicler, but it was the shape of the dragon that shook Spyro to the core. He observed the dragon to make extra sure that he did not mistake himself. At that moment, his life seemed to be peeling away. He felt just as afraid and innocent as the day he first set eyes on the dragon temple. Even the small wounds that he had gotten so long ago when he reconquered the Dragon Temple stung like they had just been inflicted. He thought back to the event that had almost killed himself and Cynder, where he almost let his despair be the demise of him.

"You have come to me at last." said the blue dragon, smiling warmly.

"Ignitus." whispered Spyro, his world shaking to bits.

PS. Again, sorry fo the long Hiatus, It is probably going to be a bit before I post another chapter, so stay fresh people!

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PPS. Use the online Draconic translator to decipher my writing and spells, which I use for realism.