One month later…
The sun rose high on the field of Avalar. As the sun rose, so did two young dragons. Well, one of them anyway…
"Spyro, get. Up. Now."
"Five more minutes…"
"No, now."
"But can't I sleep in?"
"The last time I let you sleep in, you stayed in bed until the sun set again."
Quiet murmurs can be heard from Spyro as he shuffles to allow his wings to reach over his head to hide himself from a very miffed Cynder.
"Alright, you asked for it"
Cynder then walks up to Spyro and bites down on his tail. HARD.
"AUGH MERCY CYNDER MERCY!"
"Get up and I won't have to do this", Cynder replies annoyed, slightly muffled due to Spyros tail locked in her jaws.
"FINE FINE I'M UP I'M UP!"
In the blink of an eye, Spyro is up and glaring half-heartedly at Cynder in annoyance. This causes Cynder to laugh and let Spyro's tail fall from her mouth.
"Any reasoning for the harsh wake up call?", Spyro lightly growled out.
Cynder, only just getting over her laughing session responds simply with "Only the day you keep asking for. Time to head back to Warfang. I'm sure the guardians all think we're dead by now."
Spyro's face seems to light up like a Christmas tree until the final sentence reaches his ears(?), where his face falls slightly with guilt. "I didn't even think about what they would think when we decided to stay away. Cyril might just kill us."
Cynder shivers at the mention of what Cyril might do to them for being away this long. He always knew exactly what they hated the most from their punishments. It was scary.
"Well… the sooner we get there the quicker we can apologise", Cynder states whilst shaking off her slight terror.
"You're right, as usual. Shall we go then?".
"Got no reason to stay. Lets get this show on the road. Race you to Warfang!".
Cynder quickly launched off the ground, the grass swaying from the slight breeze left behind from her powerful wing beats. "I said it once, I'll say it again THAT'S CHEATING", Spyro yelled out to Cynder as he took off after her.
And with that, They were off. All the way to Warfang…
At ?
"So, how are you Malefor?"
The once great purple dragon was restrained to the wall of a cave with chains seemingly made of sunlight, runes similar to those that spawned the phantom dragons were on the walls where the chains came out of the wall. Paw-cuffs were around Malefor's powerful claws, seemingly unbreakable. Around his neck was a necklace, exactly the same as what Spyro and Cynder wore during their quest to stop the mighty dragon, yet there is no other necklace to be seen.
In front of him, the speaker, a slim figure: taller than a cheetah, yet smaller than the adult dragon, sat. A heavy hood concealed most of his facial features. However, his mouth and eyes remain shown to the world. His eyes were a piercing purple, alike to Spyro's scales yet slightly darker, glowing with magic. He wore a short-sleeved red tunic with gold outlining that was slightly worn on the edges and a pair of baggy black pants. Strangely though, patches of black scales dotted the skin of the figure's arms and a long draconic tail protruded from his back where his spine and hip met, covered in pure black scales. The tail was what he was using as a seat. The end of the rail curved around itself on the rocky ground to hold it's owner up whilst he leaned back onto it.
"The necklace only restricts your magic, not your vocal cords. Speak."
The great dragon let the silence continue, whilst eyeing the figure with fury and slight curiosity. After five minutes of this, the figure sighs. "Look, I am trying to help you. Just do what I ask and you can get out of here a lot sooner than if you don't. You won't escape from here." The speaker sounded exasperated and slightly annoyed. "We've been at this for years now. I don't like putting you through this hell. Just let me do the quick version and you can go home. Free."
At long last, Malefor offers his own part of the conversation. "No". His voice was strained and full of pain, a long stride away from the prideful and arrogant dragon in the centre of the world.
"The I have nothing left to say. Enjoy the slower, painful way." The figure stood and his tail slid over his shoulder to stop it from dragging on the floor. He turned and walked away but before reaching the door he turned to Malefor and stated emotionlessly:
"No more chances".
Malefor's eyes widened with fear for he knew the only time the torture stopped was when the figure asked Malefor what he wanted to do.
As soon as he left the cave, the chains of light started to burn on Malefor's body, forcing the light energy into his draconic form. The burning intensified and Malefor attempted to hold in his roars of pain. But there was no holding in pain from something like this. Roars of anguish and pure torture rang out form the cave that night, never to cease for a long, long time…
A/N Welp chapter 2. I'm lazy as f so I don't know when these will get out. Likely whenever I feel like it. Hope you enjoy it and please leave constructive criticism. Don't be d*cks.