Hello! Here is the next chapter than I hope all of you will enjoy! :)
"They are beautiful. You are lucky to be a father, Spyro." Ember commented, smiling softly as Silas struggled to get a fire going, the small flames being snuffed out by the wind.
"Thank you, Ember." Spyro replied, looking down at the chicks curled between his front paws.
Spyro briefly watched the knight struggle the make a fire, his amethyst eyes then turning to the other human off to the side.
"You are not doing it right." Rorek spoke softly, Silas grunting in response.
"I think I would know how to start a fire."
"If you truly did we would not be in the dark at the moment." Rorek countered, the pair beginning to argue quietly among themselves as Spyro sighed, his gaze falling upon his sleeping chicks.
"You two bicker as if you are mates!" Ember laughed, the two humans arguing back and forth. The pair jumped as a blast of flame erupted from Ember's mouth, the dragoness smiling sheepishly as the fire died down slightly, yet still burned strong.
"It is amazing that humans have been able to dwindle our kind to such small numbers." Spyro replied, unimpressed with the humans' survival skills as he rolled his eyes. The drakelings shifting slightly before settling back down, taking comfort in the warmth of their father and the newly birthed fire.
"Oh, hush, you!" Ember shushed, the fire casting shadows that danced within the small clearing the trees as several snaps and pops were heard from the burning wood.
Yawning slightly, Silas sat down close to the fire, smiling as he warmed his hands, one palm caked with dirt and dried blood.
Rorek looked around briefly, as if hesitant with paranoia before nodding to himself.
"What are you so jumpy for? Hiding something?" Ember asked, joking as Rorek flinched, his hand jerking away from his neck.
"No. I am just getting undressed. Partially." Rorek added after a second's thought, feeling awkward and suddenly vulnerable.
"Awww! Is someone shy?" Ember asked, fangs showing in an almost predatory smile.
"No, I am not shy." Rorek spoke, inwardly sighing. Like Hell he was shy. Rorek remembered an experience in Rome-the worst one of his life-where he had been robbed by urchins while bathing in a small river. When he came back, all of his equipment and clothing were gone. Annoyed, Rorek had tracked down the urchins only to pass a small shack in the process. Not wanting to be walking around naked all day, he broke inside(which was not difficult since the door had no lock). To Rorek's dismay, the only thing he found in the the shack was a sleeping drunken man, and no sign of his possessions.
It was then that the son of the drunken man-whom Rorek would later know as Judas-opened the door. To find a naked man in his house. What seemed to terrify the boy more, however, was not the naked man standing in the middle of the small shack, no. He was terrified because the intruder acted like he was completely clothed, without shame.
After a brief, yet awkward, greeting, Rorek had explained his situation and demanded that the boy give him his clothes. Judas, however, didn't want to be naked either since he only had one pair of clothing-the attire he had on.
Much to the Necromancer's dismay, he was forced to wear a potatoe sack after cutting openings for his head and arms. It was uncomfortable, and made Rorek's skin irritated and itchy. It also didn't fully cover him.
After being made fun of by his newfound ally for several minutes-much to Rorek's annoyance-Judas accompanied the man in his quest to find his belongings. It took them a majority of the day to find the urchins responsible, and after giving them a proper punishment, recovered the items.
Saying farewell to his new friend, Rorek departed to the city of Rome, a city that he had hated with all his being, however, was seeking others of his own kind. It was a foolish mistake. One that had almost cost him his life on several occasions, only to be saved from the Emperor of Rome's wrath by a small heirloom. The heirloom rightfully belonged to a member of the Royal Family of Germany, the Farrings. Rorek had never told Anaya, but her token of affection had saved his life.
Hesitating, Rorek slowly threw back his hood, short black hair disheveled as he fiddled with the sleeves of his robs. Ember watched, curious as Spyro gave the human an odd questioning look, as if expecting Rorek to use some kind of black magic. Silas paid the man no heed, and instead focused on cleaning his equipment on whatever cloth he could find.
As if humming to himself, Rorek took off his robe and neatly folded it on the ground, revealing a simple black tunic and leggings. For a brief moment, Rorek fiddled with his belt buckle, as if he were to remove it but stopped. Instead, the necromancer heaved a sigh, and leaned against a tree, the twin sheaths of the short swords hanging almost lazily on his waist. The sheaths and their belt made a small x over his original belt.
Rorek fidgeted slightly every couple of minutes, his eyes scanning the shadows with a keen sense of awareness. Rorek's eyes flicked to the pink female, sensing she was about to speak.
"What are those strange markings on your skin?" Ember asked, Spyro rolling his eyes slightly at Ember's interest in humans.
"These?" Rorek asked, looking towards the dark red symbols on his arms. Ember nodded swiftly in response, her blue orbs sparkling with curiosity.
"They are religious symbols." Rorek admitted, Silas' head snapping in the man's direction upon hearing the words 'religious symbols'.
"Good Lord! That is the Star of David with the Cross of Christianity! Are you a Messianic? I never took you as a holy man." Silas asked, easily recognizing the religious symbols, a level of excitement and fascination in his voice. Rorek glanced briefly at the conjoined symbols on his arm, licking his lips slightly to speak only to be cut off by Ember.
"A mess...what? What's that?" Ember asked, confused by the strange word.
"A Messianic is a person of Jewish descent, however, they have accepted Jesus Christ as their savior. It is actually insulting to most in the Jewish faith." Silas answered swiftly, noting several words in Latin seemed to be carved into the man's flesh. Most were small prayers.
"What is Jewish?" Ember asked, growing even more confused.
"Why are human's so complex creatures in their beliefs?"
"Because humans enjoy killing themselves over petty things." Spyro replied almost coldly, shifting slightly as he lowered his head on the ground.
"The Jewish are..." Silas paused, thinking of a way to simplify the context.
"The Jewish believe in God. Unlike Christians-people who worship Christianity-they do not believe in Jesus Christ, the Son of God." Silas answered, Ember nodding her head slowly in understandment.
"What is that other symbol?" Ember asked once again, her curiosity winning out.
"The one on your chest." Ember added, seeing some red through the tattered shirt.
"Alpha and Omega." Rorek answered simply, exposing his chest for Ember to get a clear view of the symbols.
"I am Alpha and Omega." Silas quoted, Ember looking at the human almost strangely.
"What does that mean?"
"God is Alpha-the beginning, and Omega-the end." Silas answered once again as Rorek covered himself.
"I feel exposed." Rorek commented, feeling Ember just staring at him, trying to comprehend the strange symbols and words in Latin that stretched on both his arms. As much as she found the human world interesting, it confused her to no end.
"You would cause quite a stir with those markings. I can see why you hide them." Silas spoke, his steel eyes falling to the sleeping baby dragons, who occasionally twitched and stirred in their slumber. Spyro dozed lightly, his large head gently pressing against their small bodies.
"How did you get those markings on your skin?" Ember asked, Silas grunting slightly.
"Witchcraft." Silas spoke before adding, "No one gets such symbols and markings naturally."
"A priest gave them to me when I was small. He said they would protect me from the things I saw." Rorek answered swiftly, as if wishing to avoid the subject.
"What...things did you see?"
"Curiosity killed the cat. Did you ever hear that, Ember?" Silas asked, the dragoness looking at the human strangely only to turn her attention back to Rorek as he sighed, giving up.
"I see things occasionally, hear things, feel things. Wherever death has been, memory follows, and will not die until the End of Time. Bluntly, I see...spirits, or demons. I am never sure, so you can never trust them. I hear many things from times long gone, and I have heard many things in Hell. And I have felt...many things. These memories, they can bring you pleasure, they can bring you pain, and they can bring you horror. When Death is near, I see, I hear, and I feel from the memories of the dead." Rorek spoke quietly, Ember listening intently.
"Did you ever have any dreams?" Ember asked softly, "Dream are important in our culture."
"You have stated this before. How so?" Silas asked, getting up and sitting in a different location to avoid the smoke.
"Well, we believe dreams can tell our futures, our destinies. They can also show us the support and love of our Ancestors. You see, when they visit us in our dreams, they whisper to us, whisper into our very souls and they allow us to reach limits that we never even knew we could achieve before." Ember answered, suddenly going quiet.
"For example...I had a dream that I was surrounded in this...black icky goo. It was around my feet, and I couldn't escape from it no matter how hard I struggled. It grew, and grew, and moved up my body. I...I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. It hurt too much to move. It covered my mouth, I couldn't breathe. And then, it all fell off, along with my scales. One by one, they all fell. And I was nothing but this...ugly corpse! When I woke up, I tricked myself into believing it was just a dream, but then I got sick. I thought I was going to die." Ember spoke, voice faltering as tears brimmed her eyes. The dragoness then laughed almost nervously, her scales flushing slightly.
"Oh, look at me! Making a big fuss out of something in the past!" Ember replied, as if embarrassed.
"The past makes us who we are, Ember. There is no need to be embarrassed over something that you could not control. If it makes you feel any better, I had a dream when I was a lad that I was being chased by a flying cow. It is humorous now, but at the time I was terrified of the bull in the pasture." Silas smiled, Ember laughing slightly.
"You have such strange dreams." Rorek commented, raising an eyebrow.
"I was a child. What else were my dreams supposed to consist of?"
"Bedding whores." Rorek spoke, smirking as Silas reddened slightly before laughing nervously, recovering.
"Hahaha! I had a dream Berend and I went to a whorehouse, but then Father found us and dragged us out of there by our ears. The next day, there were about ten pregnant harlots at our doorstep and my father started smacking me with a broom, yelling 'By God, what did you do!?' Hahahaha!" Silas laughed, Ember laughing as her scales seemed to flush even more.
"My, my, someone got busy. I bet your dream self got a disease! Of course, I should not be talking considering I had my fair share of whores." Rorek replied, thrusting his hips in a playful manner as Ember suddenly burst out laughing, saliva flying from her mouth as she seemed to turn completely red.
Silas reddened from the awkwardness of the sexual display and jumped slightly as Spyro's eyes snapped open, the male dragon agitated from being awoken.
"By the Ancestors, what's going on? " Spyro asked, hissing slightly as he saw Ember struggling for breath, tears of laughter streaming down her snout. Silas just stared in horror at the large male, as if the knight were afraid the male would attack. Rorek just stared at the fire, possibly pretending nothing strange was going on.
"We...made Ember laugh." Rorek responded, voice calm as Silas cleared his throat.
"He made Ember laugh." Silas corrected, Spyro looking at the human with suspicion before turning his attention to his chicks, the babies making quiet chirps from being startled.
"Oh! Oh, my!...I...I can't breathe!..." Ember cried, the dragoness slowly calming down, gasping for breath as she giggled every so often.
Spyro nuzzled each baby gently, the chicks calming in the protection of their father before falling asleep. Ember's occasional giggle still split the air every few minutes, but the red shade had left her scales.
"You mentioned that you had a daughter before, am I correct?" Silas asked, Rorek turning towards the knight, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yes, I do have one."
"What is her name, if I may ask?"
"Sophia." Rorek responded after a several second's pause.
"That's a pretty name." Ember commented before adding, "Does it mean anything?"
"Sophia means 'wisdom' in Greek. Vivica wanted to name her that. Of course, I guess it is better that what I wanted to name her."
"What did you want to name her?"
"Harley." Rorek answered, Silas shaking his head.
"You really do like whores." Silas commented, biting his tongue from speaking harsher words. He couldn't help but feel offended that Anaya, HIS Duchess had bedded this man that slept with whores. It was disgusting, really.
"Tis' true." Rorek stated simply, Ember smiling as she looked at the chicks, safe from harm in their father's claws.
"Do you have any names for them, Spyro?" Ember asked, excitement filling her voice, the purple male looking at her before laughing slightly.
"Honestly, no. Cynder thought of the names, and she wanted to keep them a secret from me. I only wish I knew so that I could name them." Spyro admitted, this amethyst eyes never leaving the last survivors of his brood.
"Well, do you have any ideas?" Ember asked, Spyro shaking his head.
"No. Do you?"
"Harley." Rorek blurted out, Spyro looking at the human in disgust.
"Harley is not a dragons name." Silas stated, Rorek shrugging in response.
"That is all I have." Rorek sighed, going back to staring at the fire and occasionally glance at the shadows.
"Hmmmmmmm..." Silas paused, trying to think of dragon sounding names. He only knew three, so he didn't have much to go on.
"Torrent?" Silas asked, Spyro shaking his head.
"No. One is air and other...well, I'm not sure yet."
"How can you tell one is air?"
"By his scale color." Ember answered, the group falling into silence.
"Gust?" Silas asked, trying to think of words that were wind related.
"No." Spyro answered
"Typhoon?"
"Ewww! That's horrible, Silas!"
"...I am only trying to help, Ember."
"That's okay. Ummm, Squall?"
"No, sorry."
"Like you are any better at names..."
"Oh, hush, knight!" Ember cried.
"Hurricane?" Silas asked, Spyro looking at the human strangely, both remaining quiet.
"I shall take that as a 'no'."
"Tornado?"
"No, Ember." Spyro sighed, feeling his head begin to hurt.
"Cyndra!" Ember cried, Silas flinching as Spyro shook his head, frowning.
"Nero? Oedipus? Laius? Jocasta? Tiresias? Ada? Ozwald?...Brago?" Silas listed, quickly running out as he gave up, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh! Flora? Fauna? Flara? Cynthia!" Ember cired, Spyro flinching at every name they listed.
"Uhhh...no...thanks." Spyro spoke, not at all liking the names as Ember slumped down, giving up.
"This is hard." Ember whined, Rorek clapping his hands.
"Bravo! You two shall make excellent parents. I can see it now..." Rorek spoke, sarcasm dripping off his tongue like venom.
"They are better than being named after a harlot." Silas muttered, Spyro looking on in defeat.
"I wish I knew the names Cynder had thought of." Spyro replied, sighing. It was at that moment Ember's eyes widened in excitement.
"Ohh! Spyro! I have the perfect names!"
"What are they, Ember?" Spyro asked, regretting to even ask as Ember sucked in air to speak, chest puffing in pride.
"Arias and Seraphina!" Ember cried, excitement in her voice as she jumped up and down in place. Silas looked at the pink dragoness and raised an eyebrow.
"Arias and...Seraphina?" Spyro asked, not entirely liking the names.
"Yes! Arias loosely means 'wind' in Latin! And-and Seraphina means 'burning one'!" Ember replied, eyes shining as Spyro chewed over the names in his head.
"They are human names..."
"So? If you don't like them, you can always change them before the babies get too attached to them! Maybe we'll think of better ones, but I personally think they are perfect for the little darlings!" Ember squealed in excitement, Rorek shrugging his shoulders.
"That is better than what I can come up with."
"Hmmm...Arias...and Seraphina...Arias...Seraphina...Arias and Seraphina..." Spyro whispered to himself, looking at each chick respectfully as he spoke their possible names. He had to admit, they were growing on him, and Ember did have a point about replacing the names.
"Alright! Arias and Seraphina it is! Thank you, Ember." Spyro thanked, his eyes warm and loving as he smiled.
"Yay!" Ember squealed, ecstatic.
"Ember, can you watch them-Arias and Seraphina-for me? There's something I need to do." Spyro asked, Ember nodding as the male got up and the dragoness took his place in keeping the chicks safe and warm.
"Hello, Arias and Seraphina! I'm your Auntie Ember! Don't worry, Daddy will be back in a little while." Ember cooed, nuzzling the babies as they huddled into her for warmth.
Looking around, Spyro approached the mouth of the cave, seeing the burning fire in the nearby distance. Finding no one nearby, Spyro disappeared into the darkness of the cave, his eyes easily adjusting as he traveled to the nest.
Approaching the now dead nest, Spyro sniffed it, the barely smoldering nest containing several eggs, their hearts having stilled long ago. Almost gently, Spyro began to paw at the nest, and stones that had protected the eggs from the direct blast crumbling to the ground.
Spyro produced a deep, guttural growl as his pupils suddenly narrowed, becoming cat like slits. Salty tears began to fall onto the cold stone ground, the remaining tears running down Spyro's snout and onto his eggs as he opened his jaws and cracked the shell open.
Almost violently, Spyro ripped the dead chick out of its prison, instinctively shaking it back and forth, his bite force snapping its bones as he threw the dead chick back and swallowed it whole. By the time Spyro could regain his senses, several small limbs, egg shells, and stones littered the floor.
"Oh, Ancestors...what have I done?" Spyro asked, taking the blood of his offspring on his teeth, the flesh clinging to his teeth. Pieces of eggshell and yolk clung to his snout as he stood, horrified.
Spyro's feet began to shake as they gave out underneath him, the purple dragon releasing a heart wrenching sob. He wasn't aware of what he was doing at the time, but the worse part was that the male dragon was aware, and controlled his actions during the feast. Even as the tears fell down his draconic skull, wanting to stop, he couldn't. It was instinct, and his instincts told him what he needed to do to survive. And he loved it.
Poor, Spyro. Like Spyro's character? Hate it? It's up you. Either way, I hope you all are happy with the baby dragon names. Don't forget, the voting poll it still open so feel free to vote! If you have any other character pairing that you want feel free to message me or something and I'll put it on. For some reason I keep thinking Silas and Anaya but she's dead. Well, I hope you all enjoyed and please review! And as a further note, I apologize for any fans Of Gods and Legends, but it's dead. RIP Of Gods and Legends!