Spyro and the Iron Gates of the Fairy Realm
Chapter III - The Iron Gates
Spyro glided down towards the once proud fairy Golden Gates. He looked at them sadly, now a dark iron, evil smelling air surrounding it. The gates made slow creaking sounds, even though they weren't moving. Spyro also had the uncanny feeling that he was being watched...
"Well, here we are." said Zoe dismally, "The usually free lands of the fairies now hav a heavily guarded fence all around it so this is the only safe way in but I don't yet know how to actually open the gates..."
"Hmmm...well, there has to be some way. I mean, even when Ripto locked himself up in that castle I only had to gather some more orbs and voila! It can't be impossible to get in..." Spyro inspected thewhole width of the gates, "If we could just find some sort of clue..."
"Yo, Spyro!" yelled a voice from behind him, "Wait up!"
Spyro looked behind him to see a tall, muscular cheetah sprinting towards him. Hunter was Spyro's good friend who had lived in the dragon lands since Avalar and then with Bianca the rabbit when he hooked up with her after the sorceress. Hunter often joined Spyro on his adventures.
"Hey, Hunter. What's up?" asked Spyro, once the cheetah had caught his breath.
"As soon as I heard I came after you." He panted, "You're not going on this adventure alone! I'm coming with you!"
"Oh, c'mon Hunter! Sure it's not too scary for you, ya big pussy cat?" Spyro teased. Hunter gave him a nudge with his elbow.
"I'm not that bad." He grinned, "Anyway, how come you're not going in? You're not too scared, are you?"
"Oh, come on, you two!" Zoe cried impatiently, "Stop messing about and help me figure out how to get in!"
"Hmm." muttered Hunter, scratching his head thoughtfully, "It doesn't seem that hard. Just give it a good 'THWACK!'" He mimed with his arms, "And it'll fall apart, right?"
"Hunter, I'm not so sure---" Zoe began, but it was too late. Hunter grabbed the railings and shook them with all his might and they wavering uncontrollably. There was a boom like a cannon and electricity shot at Hunter and forced him backwards so hard that he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
The sky turned dark and thunder rumbled loudly, lightning forked across the night and a huge cloud slowly formed right in front of them, getting darker and thicker and then vanishing instantly, leaving a large dragon looming over them. He was higher than the tallest tree, and his skin was thick and scaly and metallic and shiny. It glimmered in the vague light that hung around ahd as Spyro looked up inot his face, he saw a pair of bright electric blue eyes, sparking at that very, moment, teeth glistening, silver against the deep purple tongue that Spyro could barely see. He had horns that were as long as Spyro himself and looked as hard as diamond. Spyro noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hunter was stooping as low as possible without sitting down and looked very, very, frightened.
"Who dares try and invade my territory?" boomed a deep, threatening voice that belonged to this fearsome stranger that was most likely, Spyro thought, one of Golathe's chief minions.
"Umm...sorry, sir...with all due respects...no harm meant...I didn't think that...I mean, I...erm..." mumbled Hunter, a little indistinctly because his chin was resting on his chest. He certainly wasn't the bravest of creatures.
"We will be going." said Zoe, in the strongest voice she could muster.
"You will." ordered the beast. He surveyed them all. Spyro felt a fierce hate build up inside him. Surely this couldn't really be a dragon? Dragon's never turned evil, never ever. Dragons were known for doing good, not working for cruel sorcerers.
"We want to talk to Golathe." Spyro shouted up before he could stp himself. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to see what he was up against, after all.
"You do, do you?" smirked the dragon, "Well, here he is." Spyro looked around, expecting to see some sort of evil looking dude with a staff, but no such creature appeared.
"Where?" asked Spyro angrily.
"I am Golathe, Evil Sorcerer, Ruler of the Fairy Realms, and soon to be Ruler of all the Lands."
Spyro fumed. If there was a bully around, he was usually the calm, cool, collected guy that just came back witha sarcastic answer rather than picked a fight. But this was just too much to bear. He felt as if part of his family had betrayed him. He just wanted to roar and shout and bash and hurt this creature. He drew back with all his might then charged forward towards he boulder like foot of Golathe. He hit it with the weight of a pebble and bounced right back off, landing with a thud.
Golathe laughed cruelly. "Is that the best you can do, you pathetic little scrap? And it is you who plans to defeat me?" His smirk grew wider, "Call yourself a dragon? You're an embarrassment to the name!"
Spyro felt the anger boil up inside him but before he could charge forward again, Hunter held his tail tightly to stop him.
"Let me go, Hunter," Spyro said through gritted teeth.
"No way! Not before we know what we're up against. We need to get him to give us some sort of clue as to how to get through the gates!" Hunter hissed. Luckily, Golathe was too tall and big to hear him.
"Let me go."
"Spyro, listen to me." Hunter muttered, "You owe it to the fairies. They've helped you out before, now it's your chance to repay them. But you have to keep cool!"
Spyro sighed. "Oh, alright. But only 'cos I want to help out Zoe." Hunter released him.
"So!" yelled Spyro fiercely, "Are you going to let us in or not?"
"Let you in?" said Golathe loudly, "Why, of course not. You'll have to get in by yourself." He smirked, "Which I suppose means you'll never get in. Unless you figure out how. And you might do, I admit it. But you will not live to tell the tale. If you do make it through, I will not hesitate in eliminating you and destroying all your stupid fairy friends."
Spyro opened his mouth, about to say something, when Golathe opened his enourmous mouth, showing lots of sharp, silvery teeth. He took a deep breath and out of his mouth came a substance half like fire but half like a bolt of electricity, except a deep purple colour. It turned the ground black and burnt when the flames licked the earth and as Spyro watched it, it grew closer and closer to himself and his friends.
"RUN!" Hunter shouted. Zoe, Hunter and Spyro and Sparx all ran in different directions, the beams chasing them closely until they were too far away and Golathe evaporated into thin air. Spyro continued running, right into another land, though he didn't know which at the time. He ran and ran and ran until he was deep into a forest. It was dark, so he couldn't make out much, so he curled up under a huge tree that had nearly been uprooted and that was now leaning heavily to one side. He snuggled beneath it, among the roots. It started to rain but he was covered by the tree. Sparx joined him but it was only then that he realised he had lost Hunter and Zoe, undoubtedly Golathe's plan. Spyro sighed. He didn't know what to do without them, but he would find them in the morning, or he would at least find out where he was. But for now he was tired and it was dark and wet. He curled his tail round his body and lay his head on the damp soil and closed his eyes, Sparx resting near a twig beside him.
Spyro was soon asleep but before he dozed off he was a bit restless, because he still had an uncanny feeling that he was being watched.
Chapter III - The Iron Gates
Spyro glided down towards the once proud fairy Golden Gates. He looked at them sadly, now a dark iron, evil smelling air surrounding it. The gates made slow creaking sounds, even though they weren't moving. Spyro also had the uncanny feeling that he was being watched...
"Well, here we are." said Zoe dismally, "The usually free lands of the fairies now hav a heavily guarded fence all around it so this is the only safe way in but I don't yet know how to actually open the gates..."
"Hmmm...well, there has to be some way. I mean, even when Ripto locked himself up in that castle I only had to gather some more orbs and voila! It can't be impossible to get in..." Spyro inspected thewhole width of the gates, "If we could just find some sort of clue..."
"Yo, Spyro!" yelled a voice from behind him, "Wait up!"
Spyro looked behind him to see a tall, muscular cheetah sprinting towards him. Hunter was Spyro's good friend who had lived in the dragon lands since Avalar and then with Bianca the rabbit when he hooked up with her after the sorceress. Hunter often joined Spyro on his adventures.
"Hey, Hunter. What's up?" asked Spyro, once the cheetah had caught his breath.
"As soon as I heard I came after you." He panted, "You're not going on this adventure alone! I'm coming with you!"
"Oh, c'mon Hunter! Sure it's not too scary for you, ya big pussy cat?" Spyro teased. Hunter gave him a nudge with his elbow.
"I'm not that bad." He grinned, "Anyway, how come you're not going in? You're not too scared, are you?"
"Oh, come on, you two!" Zoe cried impatiently, "Stop messing about and help me figure out how to get in!"
"Hmm." muttered Hunter, scratching his head thoughtfully, "It doesn't seem that hard. Just give it a good 'THWACK!'" He mimed with his arms, "And it'll fall apart, right?"
"Hunter, I'm not so sure---" Zoe began, but it was too late. Hunter grabbed the railings and shook them with all his might and they wavering uncontrollably. There was a boom like a cannon and electricity shot at Hunter and forced him backwards so hard that he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
The sky turned dark and thunder rumbled loudly, lightning forked across the night and a huge cloud slowly formed right in front of them, getting darker and thicker and then vanishing instantly, leaving a large dragon looming over them. He was higher than the tallest tree, and his skin was thick and scaly and metallic and shiny. It glimmered in the vague light that hung around ahd as Spyro looked up inot his face, he saw a pair of bright electric blue eyes, sparking at that very, moment, teeth glistening, silver against the deep purple tongue that Spyro could barely see. He had horns that were as long as Spyro himself and looked as hard as diamond. Spyro noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hunter was stooping as low as possible without sitting down and looked very, very, frightened.
"Who dares try and invade my territory?" boomed a deep, threatening voice that belonged to this fearsome stranger that was most likely, Spyro thought, one of Golathe's chief minions.
"Umm...sorry, sir...with all due respects...no harm meant...I didn't think that...I mean, I...erm..." mumbled Hunter, a little indistinctly because his chin was resting on his chest. He certainly wasn't the bravest of creatures.
"We will be going." said Zoe, in the strongest voice she could muster.
"You will." ordered the beast. He surveyed them all. Spyro felt a fierce hate build up inside him. Surely this couldn't really be a dragon? Dragon's never turned evil, never ever. Dragons were known for doing good, not working for cruel sorcerers.
"We want to talk to Golathe." Spyro shouted up before he could stp himself. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to see what he was up against, after all.
"You do, do you?" smirked the dragon, "Well, here he is." Spyro looked around, expecting to see some sort of evil looking dude with a staff, but no such creature appeared.
"Where?" asked Spyro angrily.
"I am Golathe, Evil Sorcerer, Ruler of the Fairy Realms, and soon to be Ruler of all the Lands."
Spyro fumed. If there was a bully around, he was usually the calm, cool, collected guy that just came back witha sarcastic answer rather than picked a fight. But this was just too much to bear. He felt as if part of his family had betrayed him. He just wanted to roar and shout and bash and hurt this creature. He drew back with all his might then charged forward towards he boulder like foot of Golathe. He hit it with the weight of a pebble and bounced right back off, landing with a thud.
Golathe laughed cruelly. "Is that the best you can do, you pathetic little scrap? And it is you who plans to defeat me?" His smirk grew wider, "Call yourself a dragon? You're an embarrassment to the name!"
Spyro felt the anger boil up inside him but before he could charge forward again, Hunter held his tail tightly to stop him.
"Let me go, Hunter," Spyro said through gritted teeth.
"No way! Not before we know what we're up against. We need to get him to give us some sort of clue as to how to get through the gates!" Hunter hissed. Luckily, Golathe was too tall and big to hear him.
"Let me go."
"Spyro, listen to me." Hunter muttered, "You owe it to the fairies. They've helped you out before, now it's your chance to repay them. But you have to keep cool!"
Spyro sighed. "Oh, alright. But only 'cos I want to help out Zoe." Hunter released him.
"So!" yelled Spyro fiercely, "Are you going to let us in or not?"
"Let you in?" said Golathe loudly, "Why, of course not. You'll have to get in by yourself." He smirked, "Which I suppose means you'll never get in. Unless you figure out how. And you might do, I admit it. But you will not live to tell the tale. If you do make it through, I will not hesitate in eliminating you and destroying all your stupid fairy friends."
Spyro opened his mouth, about to say something, when Golathe opened his enourmous mouth, showing lots of sharp, silvery teeth. He took a deep breath and out of his mouth came a substance half like fire but half like a bolt of electricity, except a deep purple colour. It turned the ground black and burnt when the flames licked the earth and as Spyro watched it, it grew closer and closer to himself and his friends.
"RUN!" Hunter shouted. Zoe, Hunter and Spyro and Sparx all ran in different directions, the beams chasing them closely until they were too far away and Golathe evaporated into thin air. Spyro continued running, right into another land, though he didn't know which at the time. He ran and ran and ran until he was deep into a forest. It was dark, so he couldn't make out much, so he curled up under a huge tree that had nearly been uprooted and that was now leaning heavily to one side. He snuggled beneath it, among the roots. It started to rain but he was covered by the tree. Sparx joined him but it was only then that he realised he had lost Hunter and Zoe, undoubtedly Golathe's plan. Spyro sighed. He didn't know what to do without them, but he would find them in the morning, or he would at least find out where he was. But for now he was tired and it was dark and wet. He curled his tail round his body and lay his head on the damp soil and closed his eyes, Sparx resting near a twig beside him.
Spyro was soon asleep but before he dozed off he was a bit restless, because he still had an uncanny feeling that he was being watched.