Oh my God, I hope you guys are happy! I have to force with baby out and now my fingers hurt something terrible. Well, either way who's ready to see Silas get ripped to shreds? Place your bets!
Silas' eyes widened in terror as he saw the once purple hue of Spyro's scales turn black, and his amethyst eyes glaze over in a demonic white film as shadowed mist poured from his very being. Silas barely had anytime to unsheath his sword before raising his shield, Spyro's claws scraping the twin eagle and scarring the metal as Silas was knocked off his feet, landing heavily on his back after having been thrown a few good feet.
Spyro's roar boomed throughout the forest, birds flying away in terror as the chicks chirped and squeaked in distress. Rorek backed up, sweat now dripping down his face as he pulled out a small hidden dagger, slightly remembering that it was the very one that he tried to kill Corbin with upon seeing Silas struggle to get up, dazed. His movements didn't seem normal. He had to be wounded, for Rorek heard a pop filling the air amongst the sound of talon scraping metal.
"Spyro! Stop! What are you doing?!" Ember cried, moving between him and the chicks as black mist poured from Spyro's open maw, his dead eyes looking upon the dragoness.
"You knew!" The black dragon snarled, baring his fangs as Ember's eyes widened in fear.
"S-Spyro...no! I-I didn't!" Ember stammered, the pink dragoness backing up as she pushed the siblings farther back, her wings spread out in a protective manner to increase her size. Ember's blue eyes glanced desperately from Spyro to Rorek, the man's eyes sharp like a predator, as if sizing Spyro up for any weakness or opening, seeking where to strike his quarry. The dragoness' eyes then moved to Silas, the knight now standing on his feet, a bit wobbly. She noticed something was wrong. He seemed to be hurt.
"You lied to me, Ember! What's worse, you defended these humans from a crime you claimed they didn't commit!" Spyro growled, the shadowed mist spilling forth, wrapping around the grass as they slowly died, their once lush green hue turning brown and dry.
"I was defending them from you! Spyro, can't you see? It was an accident! Cynder was at the wrong place and wrong time, as was Silas! He was defending himself! What was he supposed to do? Let Cynder kill him? Spyro, I...I know this isn't you-this darkness! The real Spyro I know is kind, and gentle, and he would never wish death on anyone, or anything bad!" Ember cried in desperation as the male approached, his maw twisting in a sick snarl as he chuckled.
"Such a childish thing you are! The Spyro you knew is dead! The old dragon you knew died when my love ceased to be in this world as the hands of a pathetic human! Why do you keep defending them?!" Spyro snarled, his voice deep and dark as Ember gulped, the men pausing, considering a choice of action.
"Because...Because this isn't what Cynder would want! Cynder would want you to move on, Spyro! To-To live! To be a father! To see your children grow, to be and see all the things that she won't be able to be or see anymore!" Ember cried, backing up as the male hissed, his massive wings outstretched in a threatening manner.
"And all those things were taken away from humans! Don't you see? They must be destroyed! The whole damned race must be destroyed or we will all die!"
"Spyro, no! Can't you see? Not all humans are bad! You can't destroy a whole race just because some are evil! Ancestors, Spyro! Think of your children! They don't deserve to see you like this!" Ember cried in desperation, Spyro's eyes narrowing on the drakelings.
"My children? Mahahahahaaa! My children? They are not my children, yet they are mine! They are the purple one's, yet they are mine! Hmmmmm, and I think it is appropriate for them so see what their...daddy is capable of, do you not? They are tainted, as are you! Tainted by human filth! What reason should I spare you for your taint? Or the little chicks?" Spyro asked, his forked tongue slipping in and out as Ember's pupils narrowed, the dragoness baring her fangs as she growled lowly, viously.
"Don't you even dare touch these children." Ember hissed, Rorek reading his blade as looked at the knight briefly.
"Are you well?" Rorek asked, Silas nodding in response.
"Yes, but my shield arm is numb. I fear it has been dislocated again." Silas swiftly informed, his sword arm ready as Rorek sighed.
"That explained the pop." Rorek commented abit dryly.
"Strike when he comes for me." Silas ordered softly, steeling himself.
"Sever the tendons." Rorek added, Silas stepping forward and whistling shrilly, Spyro's head instantly snapping towards the man's direction, a shrill hiss escaping his jaws.
"Leave them be! It is me whom you want, dragon! Come! Avenge the death of your mate!" Silas challenged, Spyro roaring in rage as he lunged towards the knight. Silas narrowly dodged the attack, his sword swinging as Spyro's head lurched down from the strike, hissing as blood seeped down his snout, the darkness rushing over the wound, as if healing it.
Grunting, Spyro nearly fell as his hind leg suddenly fell limp, the black male suddenly unable to move it as a sharp pain shot up his leg from a blade slicing through his scales only to heat up the warmth of his blood. Roaring in rage, Spyro's tail slammed against Rorek, sending the man flying and the small blade dropping to the ground as Rorek roughly landed on the ground before skidding to a halt.
"No!" Silas cried, and without thinking jumped onto the cursed male, Spyro going berserk as the human managed to climb onto his back. Silas could only thank God for all those years of riding a horse without using his hands.
Spyro hissed wildly, bucking like an enraged stallion as he almost fell with his damaged leg. Spyro could feel the cold steel of a blade at his throat, and he could swear that the human had to be close to falling off at the angle.
"Do it! End my life like all the others! Show Ember the true killer that you are!" Spyro roared, Silas struggling to get his sword around the dragon's neck with his injured arm.
"I...am no murderer!" Silas cried, ramming the length of his sword against the black dragon's neck, Spyro suddenly gasping and wheezing.
"Silas, no! What are you doing?!" Ember cried in terror, the chicks fleeing in panic as Ember gasped.
"No, wait! Arias, Seraphina! Come back!" Ember called, worry laced in her voice as she noticed Rorek struggle to rise, the man falling to his knees.
"Rorek! Rorek!" Ember hissed, Rorek shaking his head before groaning, looking at the pink dragoness. It was then he heard the sounds of someone gasping and what sounded like grunts from being strained. Looking towards the commotion, his eyes widened at the display of Silas riding the once purple dragon like an angry bull.
"Rorek, go after Arias and Seraphina!" Ember ordered, pointing in the direction that they fled as Rorek hesitated, getting his bearings straight before hobbling off after them into the woods.
"Ancestors, Silas, I said stop! You're killing him!" Ember cried with worry, slamming her body into Spyro's larger one as he fell to the ground with a large thud, the very ground seeming to quake as Silas flew several feet before landing roughly onto the ground, his sword falling into the bushes.
"What has gotten into you, Silas? Spyro, Spyro, are you okay?" Ember asked, moving hesitantly towards the male as Spyro coughed and gasped for breath. Silas groaned as he got to knees, a bit awkwardly due to his use of only one hand.
"Ember, wh...what did you do that for?" Silas asked, looking for his blade but became dismayed upon finding it nowhere in sight.
"You were going to kill Spyro! What's gotten into you?!" Ember growled, turning her attention towards Spyro, his talons clutching his throat as he wheezed, Ember's eyes showing sorrow as the black mist slowly began to surround her.
"Spyro? Spyro, are you okay? Oh, please be okay." Ember whispered, her eyes filling up with tears as Silas staggered towards her.
"Ember...Ember, get away!" Silas ordered, stumbling slightly as Ember wiped her head towards the man and bared her fangs.
"Get away? Get away? You are the one who shall keep your distance! I don't want anyone to get hurt but here you two are trying to kill each other! Look what you did to Spyro, Silas! This isn't him! You know that! And now look what you have done, Silas! Spyro is dying because of you!" Ember roared.
"With a flat blade?" Silas asked, Ember's eyes widening in shock.
"A flat blade...but-"
"Ember, look out!" Silas cried, Ember gasping as she jumped back only to have Spyro's talons scrape her chest and right leg, the dragoness crying as her wings flailed.
"You shall all die! All humans and their slaves must die!" Spyro screamed shrilly, his dead eyes set to kill as he struggled to rise, his tail knocking Ember to the ground with a loud thud.
"Ember!" Silas called in worry, his eyes immediately falling to the small dagger on the ground. Instinctively, Silas dove for the blade, grunting as he landed awkwardly on his useless arm, and the harsh landing made pain shoot up his arm. Clutching the small dagger, Silas scrambled to his feet, reading it as he saw Spyro still struggle to properly get up with Ember laying motionless on the ground, a small pool of blood forming around her.
"E...Ember?" Silas whispered, terror forming in his steel eyes as he shook his head, his fist beginning to quake in rage.
"No...not again. Anaya, please guide me in this task, for I shall not fail you again. I shall not fail you or Ember. My God have mercy on our souls." Silas muttered, feeling his once shaking hand calm as he inhaled deeply before sprinting at the dragon, Spyro's demonic eyes widening as he saw the glimmer of steel.
"You bastard!" Silas screamed as the knight threw himself at the tainted dragon. Spyro roared shrilly as the small blade pierced his scaled chest, scraping at the human to get him off with his talons as both fell to the ground.
"You killed her! You killed her! You-You bastard! Not again! Not again! Never-AGAIN!" Silas screamed wildly, Spyro roaring in rage before getting a good grip on the knight and throwing him off, blood spilling over the black dragon's dulled scales as he ripped the small blade out with a pained hiss.
Silas yelped as he landed in a bush, scraping himself among the thorns as he groaned, dazed.
"I feel as if I have been in a fight with a dragon...oh, wait..." Silas paused, feeling both mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted. The sun appeared too bright for his eyes, and the sounds around him appeared too loud, the world blent together.
Silas groaned, trying to move his left arm but found he couldn't, then remembering that he dislocated it. It was then that he felt a sharp pain in his head, and he could swear that he could feel water running down his forehead.
"Wait...water..?" Silas asked, dazed at he wiped the liquid from his brow with his right hand, groaning upon seeing the blood. Of course, it always had to be blood.
Silas jumped as he heard the sound of wings on the wind, cursing as he suddenly realized why he got his concussion.
"Oh, Lord have mercy! Ember!" Silas whispered to himself, feeling his blood turn cold as he got up from his bush, tripping over an object in the process.
Gasping, Silas quickly looked down and calmed slightly upon realizing it was his sword.
"There you are." Silas muttered, leaning to pick up the blade as he nearly fell over, the young man struggling to steady himself. Looking around, Silas spotted the pink dragoness on the ground, however, Ember was now awake. She appeared to be in shock.
"Ember, Ember." Silas called, rushing towards her as he tripped slightly, the man steadying himself before going on his knees.
"Ember? It is I, Silas. Let me see..." Silas spoke softly, Ember's whole body shaking as her blue eyes stared on ahead in terror. Laying on the floor, Ember's chest was decorated with blood, and two lacerations were embedded on her chest. A smaller one scratched her leg. None appeared to be very deep. It seemed that she was just nicked.
"He...h-h-h-he tri-trick-cked me...he hurt m..me..." Ember spoke, her voice broken from terror as the dragoness hyperventilated. Tears were welled up in her eyes, however, it appeared that she couldn't cry.
"I know, Ember, I know. You will be fine. Your wounds are shallow." Silas spoke, the dragoness still shaking violently. Feeling pity for the pink dragoness, Silas put his right hand on her shoulder, Ember's breath hitching as her head shakingly turned towards the man.
"Ember, listen to me. Do not feel betrayed. That dragon that attacked you? While he may look like Spyro, he was not Spyro. If you believe that Spyro would not wish to harm anyone so strongly, then so shall I. Spyro would never harm you, me, Rork, or Arias and Seraphina. He would not. Do you understand?" Silas asked, Ember looking pasted, still shaking. Regardless, the pink dragon shook her head, a bit numbly.
"Good. Now, are you well?"
"Y...Yes." Ember responded, her nerves shaking less as her voice began to even.
"Ember..." Silas broke off, clearing his throat. "You are my friend, and while I do not wish to put you in danger I fear that I must. Spyro...is not himself. I hate to ask this of you, but I need your aid, and we cannot let him run wild so that he may harm someone else. Will you help me?" Silas asked, Ember immediately nodding her head.
"Yes! You...you helped me many times...I think I should return the favor." Ember replied, a slight smile forming on her face, causing Silas to chuckle slightly.
"So you are with me 'till the bitter end, eh?" Silas asked, Ember nodded enthusiastically, any evidence of her pain gone.
"Till the end!" Ember chirped.
"But what of the chicks?" Silas asked, Ember pausing slightly before nodding.
"Oh, don't worry! I sent Rorek after them!" Ember replied, Silas falling silent. He didn't have a good feeling about that.
"Yes, well..." Silas began looking around to the sky.
"How strong are your wings?"
"Damned Draconis!" Rorek hissed, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow, coughing as blood seeped passed his lips.
"I shall kill that giant lizard." Rorek muttered, limiting his number of breaths in vain to lessen the pain.
"And his offspring." Malefor added, Rorek growling.
"Silence." Rorek hissed, stumbling slightly as he leaned on a tree for support.
"When will you finally surrender, I wonder? Your barriers are weakening, human."
"I am still strong enough to keep you at bay."
"Not for long. Look at you...sick, delirious, exhausted...you are killing yourself. How sweet! Hehehehee! It is only a matter of time before you submit to me." Malefor laughed, Rorek spitting on the ground.
"If you claim you are as strong as you are then I fail to see it. Why not just control me to further your plans?" Rorek asked, continuing his slow pace.
"Foolish creature. Have you learned nothing from your dreams? Have you not learnt of my power when I awakened your inner darkness?" Malefor asked, Rorek chuckling.
"Your power? What I have learnt is that you are weak. If you truly were as powerful as you say, you would stop me from speaking out against you. You thrive on the feeling of terror and rage you curse on others. I am too strong for you to simply control."
"You speak lies! You are weak, and will need a stronger power to survive." Malefor growled, tone hidden.
"And what stronger power do I need to survive? God was not with me when my love and unborn child were murdered. I have made it thus far without His help. You? You are a fiend, and are therefore less than God. If I need not fear God, then I need not fear you." Rorek stated, feeling the dragon within him boil in rage, but otherwise do nothing as it slowly disappeared.
"Looks like someone burned themselves out." Rorek muttered, a bit dryly as he paused to wipe his sweat.
"I hate demons...and drowning..." Rorek stated, shivering at the memory from his childhood as he continued his slow search for the little wyrms.
Yup. Malefor appears to be losing his grip doesn't he? He'll be back with a vengeance, don't worry. Poor Spyro, it appears that he's turning completely dark. Poor boy. Think Silas has a chance at helping him, or is Spyro right and he's just a killer? I hope you all enjoyed and thanks to everyone who supports this story!