Author's Note
Thank you for reading this far into the story. This is the thirty-ninth chapter of fifty-eight of the chapters that I have written so far for Twilight Princess: The True Story. I am nearing the end of the events of The Legend of Spyro: A New Beginning. Eternal Night, Dawn of the Dragon, and the rest of the first five Wings of Fire books are coming. Sorry for not updating the last two weeks, the holiday season can be real hectic.
From the looks of things, no one finishes to the point of writing a fanfic that is a novelization of Dawn of the Dragon. Most of the fanfics that are iterations of the events of the Legend of Spyro games are for A New Beginning and Eternal Night. There is little to nothing on Dawn of the Dragon. The only mention of the third game in the trilogy is mentions in fanfics that state that it happens after the games in the summery. The few that do show up are not complete while under the standard K-T filter.
Anyway, on with the chapter.
Chapter 39: Munitions Forge
Mole-Yair guided them through the tunnels safely. Along the way he explained to them what was going on at the forge.
"Cynder has been using our underground civilization to fuel her stinking beasts," he told them. "My people have been rounded up and made to work in labor camps around the mountain. My own brother works in the camp at the highest safe point on the mountain side. Your friend is also being held there."
"We can help you, if you want," Link stated. "Take us to Terrador, and we can free your people."
"You are kind, Spyro, but if my brother and I are reunited, we can handle it," Mole-Yair replied. "They were wise to keep us separate. Get him out, and we can take it from there. Look for someone named Exhumour. Besides, we heard rumors from the apes that you are on some religious crusade for Hylia."
"Noted," Link stated. Mole-Yair led them into a small, hidden cave above a massive cavern. There were dozens of apes hard at work. In the center of the room was a track system leading into the many different tunnels. Every so often, a minecart would come rattling out of one of the tunnels, and would be loaded up and sent away again.
"Take the middle track," Mole-Yair stated. "It will lead you closest to the camp. This is where I leave you, I cannot go further without being seen. Tell Exhumour to come to the ravine bridge. He'll know what I mean."
"Thank you," Link replied.
"Don't mention it, my friend," Mole-Yair stated. When the coast was clear, he crept quickly and quietly, staying as low as possible, and taking every piece of cover he could. He turned into his human form to hide better, and for Sparx to hide in his hat. Eventually, he came to where the carts stopped. A cart pulled up, and when the ape who was loading wasn't looking, Link hopped in.
The ape luckily didn't look into the cart when he loaded it, but he dumped a massive pile of coal on top of him. Beneath it all, Link felt the cart begin to move. He very carefully dug his way through the coal and looked around. The cart slowly picked up speed and went down the middle tunnel as Mole-Yair suggested.
Sparx's head emerged from Link's hat, gasping.
"Relax," Link stated. "It wasn't that bad."
"Maybe not for you," Sparx retorted. "But in case you're unaware, you are about a hundred times the size of me!" Link laughed with Midna for a second, but his smile faltered when he felt the cart tilt. The track was getting steeper.
"Sparx hold on to something!" Link stated. Sparx clutched onto one of Link's shoulder plates as the cart went into a near vertical dive. The track opened into a gigantic ravine, the walls of which were covered in massive falls of lava into the lake of molten rock below. They flew through the heat at breakneck speed and passed many gigantic structures that seemed to be hoisting giant containers of lava into caves on the side.
The cart flew into another tunnel and hurtled around corners. It would have been pitch darkness if it hadn't been for Sparx's glow. But Link could still only see a few inches in front of him.
Eventually the cart began to rise again, and came to a very abrupt halt as it collided with a surface, making Link lurch forward and get buried in the coal. After pulling himself out again, he saw what had stopped them: a large contraption that was lifting the carts to the surface.
"I think we've hit the end of the line," Sparx said, climbing out of the coal.
"Which means there'll be apes up there," Link replied.
"Great," Sparx replied. The cart rose slowly upwards, toward a rectangular hole in the ceiling. When it got nearer to the top, Link hid in the coal once more, and eventually he came back to the surface. He felt the cart get pulled away from the platform, and heard a familiar voice speak.
"Got another truck o' coal 'ere," the voice said.
"Right, you lot, empty it in them forges," said another voice, it also familiar. Link inwardly groaned. The voices were Grimblade and Silverchaos, the two apes that he met in the marshlands. Link became aware that the coal was being removed from the cart. He waited a second, before bursting out of the cart, sending coal flying everywhere.
"What the bloody 'eck," Grimblade exclaimed, coughing. He looked up, saw Link. "You?!"
"Get 'im!" Silverchaos exclaimed. "She'll be happy with that!"
"Good thinkin'," Grimblade replied. He made to grab Link, but he simply stepped away and shot a blast of freezing air at him from his hand, visibly bored. Grimblade clutched his arm, which had locked up with ice, and yelped.
"Oh, get up, 's just a bit o' cold," Silverchaos said, coming forward and drawing his sword. Link hefted the Master Sword in his hand, charged it with electricity, and blocked Silverchaos' strike. The electricity flowed through the ape's sword and into Silverchaos' arm, causing his whole body to twitch around. With both of them disabled, he transformed into his dragon form and whipped his tail around, a stinger erupting from the tail tip. He stabbed the stinger into both of them, SandWing poison coursing into their veins. After that, the stinger retracted as he swung his tail, knocking the pair unconscious.
"I remember them being more intimidating," Link said with a smile. The room exploded with cheers and he noticed a large group of moles surrounding him. They looked similar to Mole-Yair, though with some subtle differences, and many of them much younger. One of them, however, looked nearly identical. This one stepped forward.
"Thank you," he said in a gravelly voice, "I've wanted to see those two get pummelled for a long time."
"It was more than a pummelling, sir," Link replied. "SandWing venom flows through their veins now. They'll be dead soon. I assume you are Exhumour?"
"Indeed I am," he replied. "Met my brother, have you?"
"I have," Link replied. "He said you might know where a large, green dragon is being held."
"I certainly do," Exhumour stated. "But it is heavily guarded. I doubt you will get in."
"I don't think it'll be too bad," Link replied. "Let's go."
Exhumour led him out through a set of iron doors and into a cluster of buildings perched on top of a massive cliff on the edge of the volcano.
"Your friend is being kept in there," Exhumour stated, pointing to a large door on the other side of the camp. "It is normally packed with guards, but I don't see any now for some reason."
Link thought for a moment. "Cynder might have a trap set for me," he stated. "But it is a risk I have to take. Before I go, Mole-Yair said to meet him at the ravine bridge."
"Ah, of course," Exhumour stated. "Thank you, and good luck."
"Same to you," Link replied. Exhumour went back through the doors while Link went to cross the camp, reverting to his human form in the process. When he came to the large door on the other side, he looked around for guards. He found none.
"Most likely a trap," Link stated. He proceeded cautiously.
The door swung open to reveal what Link had been looking for: Terrador, chained above a massive cavern that led back to the massive ravine Link and Sparx crossed earlier. Link ran over to him, and went to untie his bonds. As he did, Terrador woke up and looked around weakly.
"Don't worry," Link stated. "We're here to rescue you."
Rather than looking relieved, Terrador looked horrified.
"You can't," he whispered. "You have to leave."
"Not without you," Link replied. The first cuff sprang open.
"Please go," Terrador pleaded. "It's a trap!"
Link nodded in understanding. "And I have surprises up my sleeves," he stated. "Ones that aren't associated with elements."
"Did you not hear me?!" Terrador replied. "I said it's a trap!" Heavy footsteps behind them told them of the arrival of someone new.
"A trap that worked beautifully," said a voice, a voice Link knew all too well. He turned to see Cynder standing behind him.
"Nice to see you again," she jeered. "I don't think we got properly acquainted last time. Those are rather interesting threads. Where did you get them?"
Link smirked as he pulled the mask he showed to Volteer out of his pouch. Cynder approached him.
"I got them from my great grandfather," Link replied as he readied his hand to the Master Sword. He could sense that Fi was ready. "He is a living legend."
"I want to congratulate you," she stated coldly. "No one has ever broke into my fortresses and lived to tell the tale before.
"I hope you have told the tale," she continued. "Because you won't get another chance."
Link looked up at her, directly into her eyes. As soon as he did, something odd happened. Cynder seemed to change; her eyes went from demonic yellow with slits for pupils to normal, kind and emerald green with tears welling up. Her scars faded away and she appeared smaller, younger, less terrifying. She was conscious of it too, because stopped her attack in sudden confusion.
Link took it as an opportunity to place the mask on his face. Pain racked him as a bright light enveloped the room. When it faded, Link was now taller with silver hair and face paint on his face. His armor was now of a long gone age. On the right side of the breastplate, a crescent moon was adorned while a triangle was on the left. His tunic was now a color of light grayish blue while the shirt and pants underneath were a deep navy blue.
My power is now yours, a voice stated in Link's head. Use it wisely.
He felt the weight of the mask lift from his face as its power merged with his own, yet the form he was in didn't change. He pulled the Master Sword free from its scabbard, its divine light shone like a beacon. The light forced the dark presence of the Mirror Shard's magic and the Dark Master into the back of her mind.
The dragoness looked at Spyro with those majestic emerald green eyes and an aura of pure divinity radiated from her. Within those eyes, there was regret and despair. That look gave Link time to sense something else, her soul. Cynder's soul was screaming at him.
Run! It exclaimed in his head.
The light faded as Cynder shook her head and resumed her old form, and went to attack Link again. But before she could, Terrador tackled her from behind and held her back.
"Go!" he shouted. "Get back to the temple!"
Link didn't need to be told twice. He jumped from the ledge and transformed into his dragon form, now the colors of the transformation he was in. The face paint still there, his spines and horns now silver, his main body scales now a light blue, and a blade shaped like a helix was at the tip of his tail. He flew into the ravine. After a few seconds, Cynder fought off Terrador, threw him aside, and began pursuit of Link.