The Heros' Return
Spyro and Cynder looked at the city that they had sworn to protect with their lives. The elegance of the city being extremely announced in the faint light of the red sunset. They watched the many citizens of Warfang zip around like rats in a maze. The structures seemingly woven together to the best organization. The Moles had certainly done a good job on the city when they had been tasked of building it.
"Why did we ever leave this place?" asked Spyro as he watched the city.
"Because in order to be at Warfang, we first needed to make sure it was still there." answered Cynder.
The two hung out for a while, watching the great city light up as the sun continued it's eternal path, and under the horizon.
"We should really start going." announced Cynder.
"Yes, we should...what was that?" Spyro said as he heard a scream get louder and louder. He saw a small yellow light become brighter and brighter as it sped toward them. Spyro could almost see the big grin on it's face.
"SPYROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Sparx yelled as he hugged Spyro with enough force to hit him back even by a small bit. Spyro laughed as he hugged his adoptive brother. "I can't believe you're back!" exclaimed Sparx as he cried tears of joy. He turned to Cynder and his mood dampered a little bit. "And I see you brought old Deadly Nightshade back with you.".
"I actually like that nickname Sparx, and you should continue to call me that." Cynder replied.
"Uugh." groaned Sparx, "Well Spyro. I see you two got back. But where is Ignitus? Didn't he leave with you two?".
Immidiate to hearing Ignitus's name, Spyro's lilac eyes filled with tears, and a small sob could be heard from the dragon of legend. Sparx looked at his forlorn expression and immediately understood. His normally bright and cheerful yellow light turned into a sorrow filled blue. Cynder drew her wing over Spyro's back to comfort him.
The small mourning ended when Sparx said that they needed to get back to Warfang to notify the Guardians. Spyro nodded and they soon went through the gates. Spyro's sullen mood faded a little when he saw everyone cheering for him and Cynder. He could tell that Cynder was enjoying it because she had always been plauged by distrust and hatred from when she was known as the Terror of the Skies.
As they walked up to the guardians' building, Spyro saw a rectangular pedestal that he had forgotten to fix, right in the middle of the walkway. Instead of fixing it, Spyro put his hand to it and summoned his earth ability, and from the pedastal, rose a block of stone. Cynder, seemingly knowing what Spyro was thinking, shot acid on it, and the acid, seemingly with a mind of it's own, burned away parts of the stone until it was a perfect replica of Ignitus. Spyro created a small tender inside of the replica's mouth, and lit it on fire, making it seem as if the replica was shooting fire from it's mouth.
With that, Spyro and Cynder walked inside the Guardians building and saw Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril arguing.
"Sending a message to the Wind and Ice colonies? Preposterous. Their politics are more complicated than the mind of the insane!" called Cyril.
"Well, we need to send one to the Fire Kingdom, because we need a new Fire Guardian. We have no idea if they are even alive!" replied Volteer.
"Both of you, SHUT UP!" roared Terrador, "We have visitors.".
At that moment, both arguing guardians turned to see Spyro and Cynder walking in. Volteer started barraging them with questions. Cyril was just relieved they were fine. And Terrador asked, "Where is Ignitus?". Spyro hung his head solemnly.
"The belt of Fire, he couldn't go on. He sacrificed himself to bring us to the Dark Master.". In that moment, the Guardians temple was completely silent.
Cyril whispered, "I will send a message to the Fire Kingdom.".
Terrador looked outside and saw the statue of Ignitus. "This is very grave news. The citizens need their Guardians. We will need a new one, not saying that anybody could truly replace Ignitus." Terrador said at Spyro's small growl at the word, "replace". "As for now, we need a temporary Fire Guardian. There are no dragons in this city that have mastered fire, except for Spyro. I think that Spyro should be acting as Fire Guardian for 2 days, while the candidates from the fire Kingdom arrive.".
Spyro nodded and turned away.
"Wait, Spyro." called Volteer, "I will show you to your new living quarters.".
Spyro, turning curious, followed Volteer across hallways and doors until they came into a magnificent room that was decorated very intricately. It was a square room with banners in the 4 corners that represented the four prime elements. A king sized bed was on the left side, with a Balcony on the right side, and there were 2 massive bookshelves of history books, which he was sure that had been Volteer's idea, and on another corner was a set of Dragon armor.
Spyro stared in awe at the massive room.
"Cynder has been given a similar living quarters right next to yours." Volteer added before leaving.
Spyro looked at the room and said, "This is going to be great.".
Ignitus walked across the hallways of the White Isle, writing down history of the current dragons alive. He then heard a noise in the back of the building. The door opened, and in walked a dragon. This dragon was purple, and almost as tall as Ignitus himself, with slightly curved horns.
Master of destiny, conquerer of the world, genius, monster...
Malefor.
Malefor was standing not ten feet from Ignitus, with no discernable expression on his face.
Ignitus simply asked, "What are you doing here Malefor?".
Far away, a dark dragon, one of the shadow element, worked in the mines for his village, but he had no family. His name was Luin, with horns like spikes sticking out of the sides of his head.
Suddenly, he found a small piece of rock, that seemed so seep shadows. He touched it, and suddenly, dark smoke surrounded him. He yelled in agony as the smoke seemed to seep into every scale on his body. He blacked out from the pain. When he woke up, there were two, merciless, evil, white eyes. He started growing in size, to the point where he was larger than the guardians, his scales turned pitch black entirely, and the spikes on his head became longer.
A little info on this place, the Fire Kingdom was one of five elemental colonies, where only people from that type of element lived. Dragons trained there to protect their home, and this is where the guardians come from. The most promising pupils are chosen, and train for 50 years under the current Fire Guardian, and if a Guardian is killed in action without an apprentice, a new one will be chosen from either 1 or 2 dragons from the elemental colony. These two can either share the posistion, or be rivals for the posistion. In the case of a rivalry, the two will face off in a Magna Ku, a dragon challenge. The winner gets the spot. Sometimes, a challenge can be had before the apprentices are chosen, and some even have tournaments to see who is best for the spot. For those that are interested, no, a Magna Ku is not a battle to the death, but by knockout. The challenger decides the stakes, and the challenged decides any restrictions, such as the time limit, and physical or elemental attacks.
The current king of the Fire Kingdom was called Inferno, with him being one of the strongest dragons in the known realm. He actually was a rival to Ignitus for the guardian position. It was rumored that he had gone face to face with the Dark master and survived, and beaten the Terror of the Skies several times in the Dark Master's attempts to take over the Fire kingdom.
When he got the message that Ignitus was dead, he new the customs, though not before shedding a few tears for his rival's demise.
"I need an apprentice, or two. And I think I know who I need to call.".
He called for the two strongest fire dragons that he knew, both being about 14 years old, about as old as Spyro.
He called his apprentices, "Follow me. We are going to Warfang, Flame and Ember!"
Spyro was training in the arena, working on his fire ability by using it against some training dummies that were like apes. He was also trying to trigger the transformation that he had undergone after Ignitus had died. Cynder called it, "Dark Spyro", which he thought aptly exclaimed his appearance in the form. He heard the door open, and Cynder walked in.
He waved hello, but he saw a training dummy sneak up behind Cynder, and was about to swing it's sword. Cynder looked, but was too late, and she was one second away from being hurt, when Spyro felt power rise within, and in the blink of an eye, he was across the room, holding the sword, one centimeter away from Cynder, with his eyes burning white, and his scales swimming with shadows. He kicked the dummy across the room, and threw the sword, and the dummy looked up, only to have it's own sword slice it's skull in half. Spyro let out a roar that corresponded with a shockave that incinerated every training dummy in the arena, but it did not stop. Every living creature in Warfang, dragons and moles alike, heard the roar, and the power that hummed through the air as the anger filled shock coursed through every nerve, showing evryone that there was an immense power in their city.
Cynder was able to react to everything about a second later. The dummy's destruction, the transformation, the roar of power. She looked at Spyro, with his eyes glowing a bright white, his teeth clenched together, and a snarl emmiting from his mouth. Spyro turned to her, and seeing she was fine, dropped out of the dark form he had taken. He then looked at the remains of the dummies that he had been training with, which just a few seconds ago, had been moving, but now were nothing but steaming ashes that had o signs of life
"Did I do all this?" he asked, clueless as to what he had done, but recieved no answer, as Cynder was just as clueless as he was as to what the power that he had just displayed was.
Ignitus looked at the library of the Chronicler, and didn't feel safe. Malefor had come for a book, and a very specific one at that. The sigils that protected the island had barely slowed him down. He had taken the history of the Dark Master. Not him, but the entity that he had become before. He had done no actual damage to anything else, but Ignitus was still concerned as to what Malefor was intending to do. He did not see Malefor as evil however.
In the time that he had been there, he had not showed a single sign of evil intent. On the contrary, he seemed to be concerned for something other than himself. He had been polite, and Ignitus could only respond with similar respect. While the powers of the Chronicler were immense, they did not make the user invincible, and could be killed if they were defeated. Malefor had the power, he had certainly shown that, and he had not lost one smidge of his power ever since his time as the Dark Master, and in fact seemed to be more powerful than before.
He searched up and down his library for the history of Malefor, but it eluded him, and it seemed to have dissapeared too with the history of the Dark master, but he soon came across a book that was chined and restrained with the title named, "Malefor" simply. He unlocked the lock and turned through the book, and started to read through the history of the dragon that was shrouded in mystery.
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