Um. Hey, names Fuego and this is my first story. I'm actually nervous but I'm also excited. I hope I do good for my first one. And, I also hope I can entertain people with this. In this story my character also named Fuego- Funny reason for both names.- a dragon that has no wings, walks on two legs, and has no elemental power. Some inspiration from my character comes from the game Angels With Scaly Wings. It's a fun game if you're into playable novels. My favorite game is the Legend of Spyro series and that's the main reason I'm writing my first story in this section. I've read other stories and saw I had to type disclaimer before everything. So here it is lol. Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the legend of Spyro just my character Fuego.
Fuego sighed heavily as he sat in the shade of a large oak tree. He still couldn't believe he was here. Even after getting off the boat and hitching a ride on a random cart. His mind still couldn't believe this new reality. He was here in the southern region of the world. A tear slid down his face as pulled his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around himself; while hiding his face in his knees. He tried his best to hide his sobbing. But, anyone close enough would hear it. Seeing him crying like a newborn hatchling.
He said a muffled thanks. "Everyone, thank you." He sobbed again wishing for those he called friends to be by his side.
After a little while he cleaned his face and started to get himself ready to walk again. He reached for the small worn out satchel he carried and opened it. He pulled out a battered gray scarf; which he wore proudly around his neck. A pair of twin daggers with lashings that tied around his waist and legs. Another item he carried was a small broken piece of stained glass. He gazed at it for a brief moment; before placing it back into the satchel. After checking himself he walked back to the path he had been following and continued down it.
He smiled as he walked along the path; although the hot son was unforgiving and the path was rough on his feet. He was happy. Happy to be doing this simple act. He was happy because for the last three days. He was free. Free to walk a path without having to hide. Free to feel the sun on his body without a chain around his neck. Free to cry without the painful sting of. He shuddered before putting that memory in the back of his mind. He didn't need to focus on the bad times. Instead he did the best he could to remember the good times. The good times he was blessed with. The time he spent with them.
He began to speak to himself. "Walk tall, be not afraid to fall. In the sunlight I promise ye shall walk free. May not be with thee by thy side. I make this promise to thee. For, come the day my soul leaves my scaly hide. You shall walk free and be looking to the sky. That is when my spirit shall fly. For, the path you now travel on. You travel now as a true dragon." He chuckled a little as he commented. "I still remember that poem." He laughed again.
He felt a cool breeze blow around him. He took in a deep breath of air; smelling the flowers that grew nearby. He enjoyed the rustling sound of the leafs' on the trees'. He even enjoyed seeing the clouds that floated overhead. As he walked he noticed some dragons flying overhead. He gasped as he tried to hide himself. Only to stop short of the grass; he had forgotten for a moment he didn't need to do that anymore. He took in a deep breath and continued walking. He looked back up and watched as the dragons flew off in the distance. They didn't even notice him.
He hated to admit it he as slightly envious of their wings. To fly high in the sky looking down at earth. The view had to be amazing; seeing the landscape, villages, even cities. He shook his head and continued walking. As he walked he found himself looking over his shoulder. He couldn't explain it but he felt eyes on him. It made him feel uneasy. Almost like he was being stalked by a keeper.
In his lair Ignitus gazed into Fuego's book; watching as words were written into his book. He found this book a little interesting. For, starters the book seemed to begin in the middle of the young dragons life. He had been following the young drake since his arrival to their lands. What really peaked his interest was what the young dragon was. Fuego is a melee dragon. He had another book floating next to him. Allowing him to study up on the species. The only problem was the book had little information on melee dragons. All the book provided was what they specialized in and a few other interesting details. They were dragon that didn't grow wings and they didn't grow any larger than apes. Although, they were smaller they made up for it in using weapons training and weapon combat. There was also information about a power they do posses. But, the books pages seemed faded. Almost like it was forgetting its own words.
He spoke. "Fuego." The page turned and it showed the drake hiding in the limbs of a tree. He continued. "You are a mysterious dragon."
Fuego perked as he heard a boar grunting. The sun was beginning to set; he had found a nice thicket to rest in for the night. But, at the moment he was focused on hunting. He took shallow breaths and steadied himself. He had one of his daggers drawn and now he played the most difficult game to play. The waiting game. His patience eventually payed off and he saw his prize. A rather large boar came to a stop at the base of a tree he was in. it grunted and sniffed at the roots. Using it's tusks to dig into the ground.
He took in a deep breath and then he dropped. He held his dagger out in front of him. Aiming it at the back of the boars neck. He landed hard on his prey and it squealed in pain. He felt it squirm underneath him for a few seconds. When the body went limp; he moved quickly and slashed open it's throat. He learned from experience; always make sure your prey is dead. He began to gut the boar; removing the organs that were dangerous. While taking the meat that would keep him fed. He smiled proudly at himself; Bog would be proud of him.
He shook his head as he said. "I miss you, Bog."
He began to take his kill back to camp; only after properly burying the carcass. Sure the boar was his prey. It had a life and even in death it was giving life. It gave life to the tree he had buried it next too. And, it provided him with some nutrients he need to stay alive. He did keep some of the meat he couldn't eat. He could use that as bait to attract other animals. Hopefully this forest had some wolves. He could use the fur for the winter to keep him warm. He heard his stomach growl and he chuckled to himself. First he had to get himself fed; then he could worry about the other ways to survive.
Fuego's eyes' snapped opened as he sat up and looked around him. His arms and legs were bound with chains. His back stung badly and a large amount of blood was pooled underneath him. He looked around only to see a face he thought he would never see again. A tear of fear fell from his eyes as a massive claw hovered just above him.
He begged in a voice filled with fear. "Please, no." The claw came down.
He yelled in pain as he was swatted out of the thicket and into the trunk of a tree. He groaned a little as he tried to regain his senses. A low threatening growl snapped him into reality. Exiting the thicket he was resting in was a bear. A rather large bear with fresh blood dripping from it's lips. He quickly checked himself over; thankfully the blood wasn't his. He remembered and mentally kicked himself. The meat he was going to use for bait; he hung it in a tree to keep it from being eaten by some other animal. It did work to attract larger prey. He must of not hung it high enough in the tree; now he was dealing with a blood hungry bear. He growled and drew both of his daggers.
He said to it. "You're gonna work for your meal."
The bear roared and charged him; he dodged and delivered a hard slash to it's side. He barely dodged a swipe from one of it's massive paws. He steadied himself as it stood on it's hind legs and roared at him. He was a little intimidated by the act but he couldn't lose focus. It charged him again and he dodged; getting another slash at it's side. But, it managed to nick his leg. He yelled out in pain as he focused on the wound. Thankfully, it seemed to be a flesh wound and it didn't seem to be that deep. But, if he didn't finish this fight soon it would get infected. As the bear stood on it's hind legs; he charged forward. Stabbing it in its stomach with both of his daggers. The bear groaned in pain; as it fell forward onto him. Pinning him to the ground and driving his daggers deeper into it's body
Fuego gasped as all the air in his lungs was forced out. The handles of the daggers were jabbed into his abdomen. The bear began to run; dragging his back along the ground. He yelled and yelped in pain as rocks and roots scraped his back. He struggled to get the pressure off his abdomen; eventually he got one of his daggers out of the bear. Only to stab it into the animals side. It roared in pain as he tried to pull himself out from under it. As he crawled out from under the bear; gasping the handle of his dagger with a death grip. The bear was running fast through the forest; his shoulder slammed into the trunk of a tree. He yelled in pain his shoulder ached; thankfully it was not broken or knocked out of socket. But, it did hurt a whole lot. He did eventually reached the bears back. He steadied himself as he pulled the dagger out and plunged it into the shoulder blade of the bear.
He looked up and said. "Oh, no." He braced himself.
The bear smashed through the wooden walls of a cheetah village. Screams of fear echoed as the bear charged through the village. It came to a sudden stop and then stood up on it's hind legs. Before falling backwards not only slamming Fuego into the ground. But, also sandwiching him between the ground and it's heavy body. He gasped in pain as the bear rolled off him. He was barely gripping the dagger he managed to keep in his hold. He yelled out as the bear sunk it's teeth into his leg. It dragged him along the ground; while he stabbed at it's nose and eyes. The bear eventually lifted him up and flung him at a random hut.
Fuego groaned out. "Damn it." His vision was starting to fade; his body felt cold and numb. He was fading but not before he dealt with this bear. He stood up and readied his weapon. The bear was panting heavily and it was preparing to charge. It stood up again and roared; he saw his other dagger. Time seemed to slow and as the bear started to drop down he ran. His breathing was steady, his gaze locked onto his prey, his mind focused on getting his other dagger. The bear tried to swipe at him with it's paw. It missed him by an inch as he ducked. He grabbed the handle of the dagger; using it as balance as he used his momentum to fling himself over the bear. He pulled his weapon out of the bear; sending blood flying through the air. The bear roared in pain. And he released a roar of his own as he flipped the blade around. In a single swift motion he brought it down and into the top of the bears skull.
The bear released a final groan before going limp. Fuego panted heavily as he fought to stand on his feet. He stood their in front of the bear; panting heavily before falling backwards. Before he lost consciousness he stared up at the sky. He felt pride in himself; he may have just lost his life. But, he went out fighting. He went out with one last fight. He went out a free dragon.
Fuego groaned as he began to wake up. He felt warm and he didn't feel pain anymore. Was he dead? Did he join his ancestors in the afterlife? No, he wasn't dead yet. His vision was blurry at first; after a few blinks though he saw a stone ceiling. He was confused by this. He didn't remember falling asleep in a cave. Was he even in a cave? He began to sit up; hissing loudly as pain shot from his abdomen. His claw touched the area; it stung like a hot spear had been stabbed into him again. He became aware of a gentle hum coming from behind him. He turned and looked seeing a huge red crystal behind him.
He asked. "A life gem?' Fear took over his mind and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He knew of only one place that had life gems this size.
No, no, he couldn't be back there. He just couldn't be back in that horrible place. He looked around and saw his items lying against a wall. He ran over and collected his things; he was thankful everything important to him was there. The only thing missing was the meat he had collected. He sighed in anger; he was definitely back there. He got himself dressed and made his way to the door. As he pushed it open he was met by a large green dragon.
He gasped and looked up; his mind tricked him into seeing a figure of his past. Before the dragon could say anything he sprinted away from it. He could hear the dragon chasing him through the halls. As he turned down another hallway he was met with a large number of teenaged dragons. A few of them stared at him. But, he couldn't stop now; not while he was being chased. He steam rolled through the crowd. A few dragons and dragonesses yelled out as he pushed them to the side.
He heard the booming voice of the dragon behind him yell. "Stop!"
Fuego only continued to run; he eventually entered a large foyer. He was surrounded by dragons; they looked at him in shock. While he tried to find a way through them. He was surrounded with no where to run. He turned to face the dragon that was chasing him; he pulled his daggers and readied himself for a fight. More than a few dragons either growled at him or gasped.
Terrador stopped just in front of the dragon; he was surprised to see the young drake standing. When the cheetahs brought him to Warfang; the poor dragon looked like he had been put through hell. His body was a bloody broken mess. He was lucky they were able to get him to the infirmary in time. Now the dragon was standing there in front of him. Ready to possibly fight for his life.
He spoke calmly to him. "Calm down." He took a step forward.
Fuego shouted. "Stay back!" He watched as the dragon took a step back. He then begged. "Please, just let me go." He was panting heavily. "You don't need to do this anymore."
Terrador asked him. "What do you mean?" He noticed Spyro walking up to the dragon. He kept his vision on the drake; making sure he was focused on him and not on Spyro.
Fuego gasped as he felt a paw gently touch his shoulder. Slowly he turned and looked at who was touching him. He gasped and dropped his daggers; he couldn't believe who he was seeing in front of him. This wasn't possible he saw him. He saw the dragon in front of him.
He asked in a voice full of disbelief. "Geo?"
Before Spyro could ask the dragon dropped to his knees and hugged him tightly. Crying heavily while seeing. "Geo! Geo, it's you!" The drake suppressed a sob as he continued. "How, how did you?"
Spyro felt bad for doing this; but he had to know. "Who is Geo?"
Fuego gasped that wasn't Geo's voice; slowly he pulled back and got a better look at the dragon. No, it wasn't Geo. Geo didn't have purple scales; he had midnight blue scales. But, the dragon in front of him had similar facial features. He even had the same golden eyes. He then saw a black dragoness walking up to them. She looked exactly like.
He spoke to her. "Synder?"
He was then hit with a wave of exhaustion and he fell forward. Spyro caught him and held him; while Cynder got next to him and helped. The drake groaned the names. "Geo. Synder." He was out once more. Cynder looked at Spyro in confusion. How did he know her name.
Terrador asked. "Are you both okay?"
They nodded and Spyro asked. "Who is this dragon?"
Cynder asked. "And, how does he know my name?"
Terrador shook his head. "I don't know." He moved closer and gently picked the small drake up with one of his paws. He then continued. "But, whoever he is. I can only assume he's been through a lot."
Well hope you all like the first chapter. I am nervous but I'm also excited.