A/N NO WORDS FROM ME BACK TO ACTION WOOOOOO
Spyro charged towards the enraged beast whilst Cynder dashed to the side. The two purple dragons locked horns, each attempting to push the other away. However powerful Spyro was, his youth could not match to the aged strength of his predecessor and was slowly pushed back. Seeing the inevitable result, Spyro ended the horn lock and tried to gorge his opponents underbelly. Malefor saw what was going to happen and knocked Spyro away with his massive paw. As Spyro was forced away a blast of wind (courtesy of Cynder) struck Malefor on his side, knocking him off balance and giving Spyro a chance to strike again. Seizing the moment, Spyro reared his head back and blew a mighty stream of lightning towards the older dragon.
The young dragons aim rang true as the volts forced themselves into Malefor's side. The purple dragon was panting heavily. Even a short confrontation with this enemy got him tired. They wouldn't last long if he fell. The dust thrown up from the blast cleared and revealed a slightly twitching yet rather annoyed Malefor. 'THAT'S IT!? That's all I can do against him?'
Malefor turned his neck on his side, a loud satisfying click resounding the canyon walls. "A lovely warm up," the dragon began, sounding much calmer now some of his frustration was dealt with. "But now I believe it's time I dealt with the traitor". Malefor's eyes began to glow a heavy shade of red before turning to look at Cynder. Pure black energy flashed in his eyes before making its way to Cynder.
The dragoness jumped into the air, dodging the black magic before it could reach her. However the magic turned towards her as she ran. Shocked, Cynder began to fly through the air, ducking and weaving as the energy attempted to ensnare her in its vile tendrils.
As this was going on Malefor and Spyro were watching the ongoing game of cat and mouse with amusement and horror respectively. "She won't be able to dodge forever. Soon the magic will reach her and she will be out of my way."
The dark dragons words snapped Spyro out of his horror induced state. Shaking his head free of all other thoughts, Spyro charged Malefor, intent on bringing him down before Cynder was hit. A fierce stream of fire leapt from Spyro's throat as he charged. The older dragon swept the fire away however with a powerful sweep of his wings. Spyro charged through the fire as it was move deflected and headbutted his opponent. The force of the blow pushed Malefor back and into the wall of the canyon, creating an crater in the rock.
Not one to leave things to chance, Spyro blew out a stream of rock, sealing the dragon in the wall. After ensuring Malefor could not escape, the purple dragon felt a familiar burning sensation in the back of his throat. A wide grin showed itself on Spyro's face as he shot forth a beam of pure darkness -with a bit of purple on the edges- known only as Convexity. The beam dug itself into the into the canyon wall where Malefor was buried, vaporising the rock as it went by. 'The guardians aren't gonna be happy with this one'.
Back with Cynder
'What is this thing, it's like it knows where I am at all times?'
As Spyro and Malefor had their bout of combat, Cynder had attempted to hide form the energy chasing her. However the energy seemed to know where she was and charged through the tree at the top of the canyon to get her.
'Magic doesn't work like this. It can't follow a target unless the caster is focusing on me'
Taking her eyes off of her pursuer for a moment she looked down to where Spyro had encased him in earth. 'Yeah he definitely isn't focusing on me right now'
Yet the energy still followed her as flew through the sky and forests in an attempt to outlast it. But she knew she couldn't last forever. Already she was feeling the warning signs of tiredness and her turns were becoming less tight. Each beat of her wings felt more sluggish than the last. All the while that ball came at her faster and faster than before.
Suddenly, a rather loud sound blasted through the area. One that Cynder recognised easily. 'CONVEXITY? Why is he using that now!? Is Malefor already proving to need that to beat him?'
The large sound took her attention from the pursuing ball of magic, making her forget about it.
The ball charged…
And Cynder's screams rang throughout the clearing even louder than the beam of Convexity.
Back to Spyro
As the beam continued to pile into the spot where Malefor was buried, a loud scream filled Spyro's ears. Hearing the bloodcurdling scream, Spyro's eyes widened as he shut his maw, cancelling the convexity.
"CYNDER" Spyro looked up fearfully to see Cynder still in mid-air, held up by the magic, as her body crumpled into itself as she contorted in pain. Cynder's eyes were squeezed shut in order to try and minimize the pain. However if they were open you would see a battle of colours in Cynder's eyes. Glaring white threatened to overtake her natural green from their places. A purple mist flowed in and out of the cracks in between her scales. But most horrifyingly of all: Cynder was still screaming even though her voice should have been hoarse by now.
Catching himself, Spyro flew up to grab Cynder and set her on the ground attempting to find what was wrong. "Cynder?! Cynder come on, fight it!", Spyro started tearfully, panic overriding his common sense. 'Shit, what is going on with her? I can't figure it out nor do I have the time to. Malefor could come out of that hole soon and we need each other to beat him,' Spyro thought as he attempted to figure out how to help her.
However it was not needed as the purple mist stopped coming out of her scales and settled underneath, a purple glow coming from underneath as if she was given a new power. Then Cynder grew still. Deathly still.
Spyro nudged her slightly, attempting to get her up, Malefor be damned. "Come on Cynder you cannot leave me here. How the hell am I gonna get away from Ember without you're shadow thingy huh?", Spyro spoke, trying to hold back his tears as he nudged his fallen comrade. "Get up… Please".
Cynder gave no response. She didn't even seem to be breathing.
At this revelation, Spyro broke down. Hot tears ran down from his eyes and fell down onto the ground below or onto Cynder's unmoving body as he the young purple dragon grieved for his partn- no, his best friend.
"Oh bravo, bravo." Spyro heard from behind him. Turning around, he saw the Malefor sitting calmly watching the show as it unfolded. "Brings a tear to my eye." This comment was followed by a fake removal of a tear.
"Now then shall we finish what we started?" Malefor was barely able to get this out before Spyro charged him, swinging wildly and fighting with tooth and bone attempting to exact vengeance for his fallen.
"You. Took. Her. AWAY. NOW I'LL RIP OUT YOU'RE EYES AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOU'RE THROAT SO YOU CAN WATCH MY CLAWS TEAR YOU'RE CARCASS OPEN!"
(A/N who knows where this threat is from? Curious)
Spyro's voice took on an uncharacteristically dark tone as dark mists moved from underneath his scales. His usual amethyst shade for his scales now took on the colour of pure black. His eyes turn to glaring white as his attacks sped up, enhanced by the black magic he had absorbed during the night of Eternal Darkness. Yet the great dragon seemed to only be slightly irritated by the attempts of the young dragon. However, Malefor's irritation ended and his glee began again as Spyro was thrown off him by a black shape that zoomed into the dragon.
A/N Now ya see I could've ended it here. Perfect area for a cliffie and enough to piss you off about if you are still reading this piece of shit. However I will be kind and finish the fight before posting this.
Spyro snarled as the figure charged him off Malefor. Spyro forced off his unseen assailant by attempting to fry their brains out with lightning. The figure however dodged backwards in the nick of time and stood up proudly, Malefor at their back. Getting a better look at his adversary, Spyro's eyes widened and his black magic came down in his shock. In front of him was a dragoness just about smaller than him, eyes pure white seemingly glowing. Her scales were blacker than night as she stood tall with her lithe figure. Cynder had arisen again corrupted by Malefor's magic just as she was at the 'final' confrontation.
"Cy-Cynder?", Spyro stuttered out, unable to comprehend what was going on. She had just DIED. Right there in front of him yet here she was, fighting him.
"I do hate repeating my tactics", Malefor began. "However I simply could not think of any way to destroy you're spirit than to do this!" (Also I'm lazy-or am I?) The older dragon then began to laugh maniacally as Cynder charged towards Spyro, baying for blood. Spyro, still shaken, did not move and took the Cynder's charge without blocking, causing him to be sent flying backwards. The blow caused Spyro to wake up from his trance.
"Cynder! Fight it! You did it once you can do it again. I don't want to fight you, not again." Spyro begged, all for naught however as Cynder merely smirked evilly and charged with her claws out. Unwilling to fight his friend, Spyro deflected the swift claw strike with his wing, moving it to the side and causing Cynder to stumble to the side. This only served to frustrate the possessed dragoness as she chose to fire a blob of acid at her opponent. Spyro quickly took to the air with a beat of his wings, jumping over the acid that now ate into the ground where he previously stood.
"Cynder you're stronger than this! Throw it off already!" Cynder suddenly vanished into the shadows and all went quiet, minus Malefor's laughter. "Kill him already slave. I have grown tired of this." Cynder then leapt back into the normal dimension and swung her tail to stab into Spyro's neck. However Spyro knew the signs of Cynder's entering and leaving the 'Shadow Realm'. He saw his shadow begin to ripple and quickly jumped to the right. Cynder's metal tail end missed Spyro's neck by mere inches. Cynder vocalised her frustration at failing her master by growling loudly as Spyro again began to beg Cynder to break herself free.
"You did it once you'll do it again. Break yourself out! We need to beat Malefor so hurry up and BREAK! OUT!" Spyro yelled, hoping the real Cynder would hear him through the black magic. Cynder stopped suddenly. Her head bowed low to the ground and her body began to shake.
'She must be trying to break out. Come on Cynder you can do it.'
"That's it Cynder. Just a bit more and we can kick Male-", Spyro started to encourage his friend only to be cut off by laughter.
Cynder's laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh this is rich. Does the purple pretender miss his fwiend?", 'Cynder' began to mock. "I don't know why I haven't done this sooner. Ancestors you're so annoying just lay down and die already, it's all you're good for."
Spyro froze upon hearing Cynder finally speak. It didn't sound like Cynder. Not one bit. When Cynder was possessed during the battle at the centre of the world, Cynder's voice still sounded like her. It just echoed and sounded slightly deeper. This voice however was much more demonic sounded. It seemed to rip into Spyro as the black dragoness hit him with the fiercest glare imaginable. Her white eyes seemed to stare straight through him. Like he was nothing but a piece of shit that got trapped in her claws.
"Enough. Finish him. You've broke him already."
"Yes Master"
Cynder slowly walked towards her master's worst enemy, looked him dead in the eyes, raised her tail blade and stabbed it towards his chest.
However something clanged against the metal of her tail blade and knocked it to the side, burying it into the earth. Between Cynder and Spyro was a blade of black scales which was connected to more of the black that extended to the left where the weapon had come from. Following the black, a cloaked figure stood a few hundred feet away, the white material extended from the centre of the cloak. The figure stood upon two legs, with their back straight. A long black, scaled, tail dragged on the floor behind him. Under the hood of the cloak only two circles of purple could be seen burning with unhidden fury.
A/N so we finally get to the good stuff. The actual plot of this story will set in soon. Probably next chapter.