A New Era

As the air rippled around the center of The Dark Master's fortress, Envy noticed that the portal made a blue flash, instead of Wrath's orange/red one. Speaking of, she saw him fall flat on the ground, unmoving. Rushing over to her fellow sin, she noticed a large cut going right through blade. The wound had been cauterized, probably indicating a fire dragon had wounded him. But the immediate question was how. She had seen his power herself, and Even Spyro had a hard time keeping up with him when they had fought. No fire dragon could have done this if they were normal. Not sayin a word, she called some dark creatures to pick the unconsious body up, as Wrath separated his soul from his host.

"What, happened?" She said severely. The Dark Master probably saw this as an act of weakness, and would focus his wrath on them instead of the enemy.

"Somebody, a fire user, wounded my host. I have no idea how though, he had control over his fire element the likes I have not ever seen. He was able to create illusions using fire and it's many spectrums. That would constitute many years of training to completely master it, but he seemed very young. So either he is not a fire dragon and something a hybrid produced, or he is a lot more dangerous than me." Wrath's soul spoke.

Envy quickly took in this information, analyzing the outcomes and possibilities that this new force had come into play. The question was, were they on Spyro's side? She knew that Spyro had fought Wrath, but how could this dragon have known that they were attacking the poison colonies. Spyro was in another dimension, so how would he have been informed?

"He said he was a 'band-aid' helping to mend a scrape on the world or some bull like that." Wrath continued.

This triggered a memory of Envy, not of her host, but of the spirit. She remembered that before she was sealed, the person who sealed her said something eerily similar to that. Could it possibly be the same dragon? No. That was several centuries ago. Related maybe, but the same? Impossible. The one who sealed her was an ice dragon. What she would not give to know who this dragon was at the moment.

Malefor walked the halls of the Dragon Temple, noting that Guards stiffened as he had walked past him. True, the public still saw him as a monster, and had verbally assaulted him the few times anyone was allowed in. Knowing this, he reflected on Spyro, and how he was doing. He could sense that he was back on the realm. He could tell that much, but how he was was another question altogether. He knew that Ember was definiteley not herself since Warfang had been under attack by Wrath, and she seemed much more assertive, and the way she looked at Spyro was unnerving. There was something in those eyes that was not supposed to be there. This went past a fancy, this was a full blown, all consuming obsession. The way he heard her say it, it was if her envy of Cynder was the only thing powering her being. Walking into his room/prison, he had been allowed few things in the room. He had wanted to keep it simple. True, the door had been replaced with a wooden one, but the wards still remained. A select few books on magic, such as Mana or Magic? by Sivako Sylvester, or the famous Theorems of Elements, by Winter Hysul, and of course, Spyro's book.

A copy, but updated as Spyro's life progressed. As Spyro's journey to the Dark Realms progressed, the pages became less and less informative, he had met Ignitus, used the Dimensional Rifter, and then just stopped. He had guessed it would happen, as some powers are beyond even the Chronicler. But just yesterday, he had seen a rather curious picture, no time or date was given, but only a vague outline of a dragon. One eye was glowing purple, the other was jet black. The rest of the figure was covered in wierd magenta markings, linking over the figure like a puzzle, segmented together. And all these lined had faint, but visible black accents, as if whoever this represented had a darker side. Looking over his little library, he found the book he was looking for, "Sigils and Signs" by Volteer Chargeal. Written by the very person he shared residence with when he was in his younger years and very obsessed with magic and mysteries, before deciding to become Guardian. He had asked for this book, becuase Volteer had a few copies. Volteer, always believing in the free exchange of knowledge and information, had given him a copy, and several other books regarding magical wards. Looking in the index he saw what he was looking for, Page 358, "Darkness and Its Connotations"

Dark indents are an interesting sign in magical wards, as they tend to describe many branches of magic and mystery. Depending on the pattern in which it is applied, they can have drastically different effects on magical wards. An alternating pattern can either mean that the cause is either permanent, or alternating equally in frequency. One such example when I tried a magical summon for a lightning bolt, one natural, to power an experiment, I decided to indent it with some dark indents. I made a total of 4 indents around the circumfence, each 24 inches in length. When I activated the circle, as expected the lighting bolt came down, and my experiment proceeded, but I noticed something interesting, the circle did not fade, as it seemed to do with others. Instead, it only seemed to dampen the glow, I recorded this and went to bed. The next day, I went back to the site at the same time, and I noticed the circle had regained it's luster. I reached out, and it was a good thing I hesitated, because a lighting bolt, exactly the same in shape, size, and voltage, fired in exactly the same spot. I noted it had been 24 hours since the last experience of an activation. I observed this for several days, and each time it was the exact same. After deactivating the circle, I reformed it, but instead put an accent on every line, not just the circumference. The lightning came down, but unexpectedly, it continued to fire for several minutes, but a storm was starting to form from the ionized air I was causing, so I shut it down. Dark magic is interesting, and my following diagrams describe each pattern and what their effects are. Related: Page 573: Organic Sigils and Effects

Underneath his neat scrabble, he saw several lines,and highligted one in particular. One had several lines in a row, and dark indents on each one. Segmented dark indents usually mean that dark magic has been integrated into the specified object on a metaphysical level. Malefor's first thought that this was a sign of Spyro's connection with Archion and Choryrth, but if this were the case, why had this diagram not appeared sooner in the book. Looking back in Spyro's book, he cross referenced this picture with a picture of Spyro battling the corrupted Cynder in convexity. Dark indents could be seen around Cynder, and he thought that was just her malicious aura, but now he was not so sure. He had unfortunately had to swipe a few drawings from his own book the moment he took Spyro's, their books were right next to eachother. He siliently thanked the ancient Chroniclers for developing that system. He looked back at the moment Cynder was corrupted, and the Chronicler had generously made a before and after. Before, there was Cynder, as she was, normally, but after, a large avatar of grey was shaded in to form the beast known as the Terror of the Skies, and inside, there was Cynder, but her lines were now integrated with a dark accent, but breaks were visible, witch formed confusion. If Volteer said that separations delegated the length of time they spent active, but Cynder had not reneged in all the time she was transformed, why was this. Looking deeper, he noticed her body's lines were solid accents, but her circumference was dotted. She had been merged with something, but what could it be?

Dragging his claws against his scalp in frustration, he stormed back into his bed and lay down. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a minute, before he felt an impossible gurge of earth energy come from nearby. Knowing Wrath was an earth dragon, he ran out, ready to fight, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The mountain that protected warfang from the back, and the Dragon Temple lay in front of, was cleaved away, a large gaping circular hole where it was, almost the size of Warfang itself. This was almost irrevelant as he noticed the GIANT FLOATING ISLAND hovering above it! Blackened rock fell into the hole, as the underside of this massive island.lowered itself downwards. The rock touched earth, filling in the hole perfectly. Spyro stood at the side, holding his arms, currently coated in green energy. He lowered his arms in exhaustion, looked up, noticed Malefor, and promptly said, "How's tricks?" before immediately falling to the ground. Malefor rushed to help him, but noticed the familiar shape of Archion and Choryrth, but they seemed higher resolution, not just smoky outlines. Wait, Spyro wasn't in his Semi or Dark Perfection form, so how could those two be...

A cold chill ran down Malefor's spine. "Spyro, you didn't..." Spyro was very naive and believed goodness resided in all dragons, tht was how he trusted malefor so easily, but he thought there were some limits to Spyro's beliefs. He was going to have to be careful. If everyone here was from the Dark Relams, then acclimating them to the regular world would not be easy. Archion had noticed him, and walked up to him. Malefor took a step back, but did not expect Archion to extend his paw forward. Malefor debated this in his mind for a minute, before hesitantly putting forth his own hand, and Archion firmly shook it with a smile on his face. He gestured toward his brother, who was helping Spyro up. Spyro seemed limp, allowing Choryrth to lug Spyro over his back, and fly him off to the Dragon Temple. As more and more dragons started to come out of the fortress, Malefor was getting the feeling that things were about to get a lot more interesting.

"So." Archion spoke out, and it was not like before. Before, Archion sounded like a distorted version of Spyro's own voice, but his voice sounded richer and deeper, "We truly meet for the first time."

Malefor nodded, still hesitant over his presence. "I guess so." He was about to say more, when several concurrent shouts erupted from the Temple. The Guardians had entered the fray. They were looking at the fortress with a bit of apprehension and fear. But then they saw Malefor and called, "MALEFOR, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Malefor called back, "It's fine! They came with Spyro!" The Guardians felt torn between their distrust of the Dark Dragons, and their want to see their star pupil again, so they flew down to the field, staying well clear of the blackened rock, Archion made a motion with his hands, and suddenly 3 dragons flew out. They were the doubles of the Guardians. Archion said, "We come in peace. Spyro brought us here, as he wished for the war in our world to no longer continue, and the suffering to end. Whatever conditions you put forth, we will accept, so long as they are reasonable. Terrador took a firm step forward, and his dark counterpart did likewise. Archion and Malefor backed off, seeing this was a crucial moment. Slowly, they each were on the side of the border of blackened stone, and they stared into eachother's eyes for a bit. Staring at eachother, they seemed to be communicating in more than words. Terrador made the first call. "Until further notice, all Dark Dragons will stay in this land. Food will be administered, and any necessary gems for wounds will be granted. In reurn, the Dark Dragons will not attack any resident of Warfang, and any who do will be imprisoned for a length predetermined by the victim." Terrador stated. "Or if said victim is unable to contribute an imprisonment sentence, their closest relative or relation will have the ability to do so." Continued Terrador's counterpart. They both seemed to relax a bit. "Don't take words out of my mouth." Terrador replied. "Said the walking simile." Replied the double.

Malefor and Archion strayed off to the side as introductions continued. This was going to be interesting, and nobody was sure how it would proceed.

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