Recovery
Among the many faces that compressed into the infirmary caused by the attack by Loerchik, one stood out from the rest of them. Insiode the festering blackness that the dark dragons regarded as their skin, a shimmer of purple permeated the darkness. Spyro lay in a bed, unmoving, and the only sign that life resided in this motionless body, was the slow heaving of his flanks. Two dragons stood by his side, and a pink dragoness watching them gaurdedly. Archion and Choryrth were quietly afraid. They could see why Ember would have them as suspects, but they were more frightened by the purple figure that lay in fromt of them.
Ember had not seen it.
She had not seen the endless abyss of power and strength that Spyro had been able to use. They saw him using it, and for a fleeting moment, wondered if they were visited by one of the gods themselves. They had seen his unwavering strength. He had pushed through Loerchik like he was a minor annoyance, battered him within an inch of his life, which he was lucky to have at all. They recalled the voice of Spyro as he spoke "Perish". He had taken one of the most powerful dark dragons on the planet, and tossed him around with no concern at all. And once Spyro had lost the power he had, the pain he had was beyond the limit that Archion thought the body was capabe of enduring.
Upon reflection however, it did make some sense. For one thing, Spyro had recently been meshed with the soul of Garynx. This probably put a base strain on his body as his mind meshed two souls in one, as one overpowered the other. In addition to this, the power that Spyro had displayed was certainly not the darkness that his Dark Perfection form was able to produce. This was the light side of his energy. His light had clashed with the dark. Two power boosts to two opposite sides of his power was enough to leave any dragon rolling in agony for hours, but that wasn't even considering the damage Spyro did to himself. He pushed his body far beyond what it was normally capable of doing. Spyro had broken several bones, but that form of his healed them as soon as they were broken. He suffered no physical remains of his battle, but the adrenaline that was subduing the pain had cut off as soon as Spyro dropped to his base, leaving him with the feeling of every bone shattering at the same time. Even now, with him having been resting for hours, his light and dark clashed with eachother. The Omni Symbol on his head was doing it's best, but it had it's limits. While the symbol grew stronger with the more energy it consumes, the power Spyro displayed was simply on another league.
Looking to his twin, Archion asked, "Do you think he will wake soon?"
Choryrth looked back at him and responded, "Yes, but I'm a bit concerned with the fact that he grew a bit."
Looking back, Archion looked and realized it was true. Spyro's frame had grown several inches, putting him well above Ember, slightly above Flame, and above Cynder. It seemed as if the power had instinctually forced his body to age to prevent itself from exploding. Based on his approximations, Spyro was now about the size of an average 16 year old dragon, as opposed to the 14 he was at just a day ago.
Ember noticed the same thing and asked inquisitively, "What happened to him?"
Choryrth responded saying, "Basically, when he got a power boost in the beggining of the battle, the power expansion was so great that in order to make his body more durable, it made his body age about 2 years.". Archion noted that Choryrth was being vague. Not saying in specifics what the power boost was. While Archion was about to make an inquiry, he was distracted by the sudden shuffling of Spyro underneath him. His eyelids twitched.
Losing all other thoughts, Archion focused on Spyro, and he saw Spyro's eyes slowly open, and when they did, a wave of purple seemed to flow through his body, highlighting every groove in his scaled. He slowly moved up, and reached a sitting posistion. When he did, he turned to Archion, who let out a sharp intake of breath. Spyro's eyes had changed. One was the normal amythest, but the other was different. At the center, the eye had a core of amythyst and purple, like a ying and yang symbol without the dots in the middle. Going outward, 4 rings of black came every few milimeters, and between them was an interlocking pattern of white. The pattern looked like chains, with dots connected by thin strips of white, and everywhere else was a shade of violet. Choryrth was the second to notice the change in Spyro's right eye. He to let out a sharp intake of breath. Spyro looked between them, bewildered by their reactions.
Archion seemed to notice Spyro's confusion, and calmed down. Spyro was probably incredibly confused and emotionally unstable. He needed stable people to help him. Slowly, he brought a mirror to Spyro, who quickly noticed his right eye. He yelped and dropped the mirror. He took several deep breaths and calmed himself. Slowly, he brought the mirror back to his face, and noticed the eye had gone back to the normal amythest. He looked back at Archion and Choryrth, and they noticed the change in his eye as well. They theorized in their mind that this might be because of his conflicting powers inside himself, and the eye was a physical consequence of this.
"Spyro, what was that?" Archion asked slowly.
"What do you mea-" Spyro cut off, as he recalled the events that led him here. There..there had been an attack. He got his armor, and gone out. There he saw..he saw Garynx get wounded, he had rushed over to help, and he...he had..
"YOU." Spyro growled. Looking up at Archion and Choryrth. His fury growign with every second. The monsters in front of him had made him kill a person, consume him, all for the sake of power. His power suddenly spiked, and he instantly turned into Dark Perfection, which he found terribly easy now, He walked out of his bed, and started to walk towards Archion and Choryrth. They started to back up, when they realized, one of his eyes was the normal glowing white, with the luminescent amythest, but the other was what they had just seen. The same intricate patterns, except that the patterns appeared to be moving. The white rings and the center ying and yang rotated within their bindings.
"Spyro!" Shouted Choryrth.
This jarred Spyro back to reality. He dropped from his form, with the eye dissapearing the next time he blinked.
"We need to bring this confrontation outside, people will get hurt."
Spyro looked around, and sure enough, dragons were looking at him with fearful expressions, and Ember had backed up into a wall.
"Okay," Spyro replied, "But this is not over."
Archion breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him calm down. Walking outside, Spyro took the lead, with the rest of them falling in behind him. They knew of them all, who could easily kill them all if they wanted to, and it wasn't the dark dragons. Walking into the ruined arena, with a flick of his wrist, Spyro sent the debris in the wall back to whence it came. Standing at the very edge of the arena, Spyro turned to face both Archion and Choryrth. Turning easily into Dark Perfection, his eye returned, and he found in some twisted way, he delighted in seeing that his eye unnerved them. He regarded them, and suddenly spoke.
"Well, are we going to resolve our issues with words or fists, personally I hope it's the latter." Spyro growled. Archion and Choryrth were surprised and a bit unnerved that the normally peace inducing Spyro had a tendency towards violence. They looked between eachother, and were disrupted when Spyro continued, "I guess it's the latter."
Without a moment to waste, Spyro bolted forward, taking both of them by surprise. Socking them both in the jaw, he followed it up with a burst of fire, sending the two sprawling. Spyro knew they wouldn't stay down for long. Closing his right eye, he avoided the quick counterattacks by Choryrth. Sweeping his claws out from under his body, Spyro twisted his body and slammed Choryrth with lightning covered fists. He suddenly felt an urge to sweep his head back, and he did, right before Archion's fist made contact with where his head used to be.
"What was that? I didn't feel his wind sphere, how could he predicted that. Maybe he felt the vibrations...no, he started to dodge far before he could have had any indication I was there, so how did he know" Archion thought in a panicked state. He was mystified by Spyro's sudden ability, and this cost him as Spyro smashed Archion in the nose with an iron encrusted fist. Archion and Choryrth tried to regroup at the far end. Spyro sped toward them, and they got their stances ready, but before they decided to attack, Spyro opened his right eye, and the sight of it stopped Archion and Choryrth dead. Using this second, Spyro concluded his attack with two blows to the gut. Archion and Choryrth dropped to the ground groaning. Suddenly, Spyro felt a pain in his right eye, and blood started to seep from it. As soon as he depowered, the bleeding stopped.
Choryrth said, "Well, I think this has been informational. I think it's time we get the hell out of this dimension."
Flame resided on a rock, far from the Guardian's temple. He had stopped weeping, but still felt extremely depressed and saddened. After his entire life, he had built himself with that truth in mind. But now that he didn't have that truth, he started to doubt everything he was.
"Still feeling down with yourself huh?" said a voice.
Flame snapped up and started looking for the scource of the voice. All he saw as a tiny ball of light on his snout.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you you big galoot." said the voice.
Narrowing his eyes, he focused on the ball of light, upon closer inspection was a dragonfly.
"Who are you?" Flame inquired.
"I'm Sparx, or did you already forget?" Ah, he knew this dragonfly. Slightly annoying, feel like punching him some times, but overall a good companion to have. He had been told secondhandedly many stories from Spyro.
"What are you doing here? I thought you left for home a few weeks ago, right before Malefor caught up with us."
"Oh, yeah. About that, umm, this map makes no sense" he pulled out a tiny map, which Flame had to narrow his eyes severely to read.
"Umm, you are holding it upside down."
Sparx regarded the map and came to that same realization. "Oh, so that is why that cave was a canyon. I thought I was loosing my marbles. That explain's me being here, but why are you?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"It's about Cynder isn't it?"
Flame turns a confused glance at the dragonfly. "How did you know that?"
"Come on, I have visited may places with dragons, and I have not met one yet who doesnt hate the terror of the Skies, but honestly, after she helped save the world, I can see why my brother likes her."
"You mean, he actually loves her?"
"Oh yes," Sparx said easily, as though this was obvious, "She is witty, smart, not bad on looks, and she and Spyro were in the same hatching. They have been though thick and thin. I would never say this to ol' Deadly Nightshade, but my bro has found the perfect thing for him. I may not like it, but I think she will
make him happy."
Flame's hesitance to believe those words was squandered by his new perception of who Cynder was. He only saw her as the puppet of the Dark Master, but now he saw her as her effect on other people. Spyro certainly seemed happier when arround her, and considering all the stories he had heard about what
Spyro had gone though, he needed some damn happiness.
"I gotta go do something, see you." Flame said, and he flew off.
"Alright, now back to where on earth to go." Sparx said, and as the scene fades away, we can see he is holding it sideways.
Far off, in an unknown place, a dragon stands hidden in darkness.
"So, he has done it. Shouldn't be long now."
He opens his eyes, showing both eyes are near identical to Spyro's, but is just purple and white in the place of the red and black. His eyes would not rotate, but stood out in the blackness that he now stands in. He laughs and the scene fades with the sound of his laugh resonating.
Oh, my, Freaking, GOD. This has been long. I want to announce that I have returned to the fandom.
To all the people who see it, yes I saw Naruto, and yes I took some inspiration from Sasuke's Sharingan. I wanted to convey he has two energies inside him, but in a way that won't seriously jar his friend.
it has been a long time since I have said these words, but PEACE OUT!
