Skylanders Academy: New Horizon
andresponceb2002
Ch 5) Crossfire
The Outlands. A place found in the far corners of Skylands. It is a place, typically purposed for the exile of high-end evil doers. Barren and depressing, filled with dry winds, grey ash, sharp rocks and sabertooth sheep, it is a truly unpleasant wasteland. But, for all those things, there was one important upside to the Outlands: No Skylanders.
The Doom Raiders have been having a very prolonged losing streak as of late. With their leader in prison, their new pirate ship destroyed and a growing number of Skylanders behind them, the Outlands were the only place where they could find a decent rest. Or at least, as decent a rest as you can get lying on cold, presumably volcanic ash.
Ever since Kaos had been overthrown as their captain, Wolfgang had taken up the position of leader. There were a couple of complaints at first, however Wolfgang was after all, the previous second in command to Golden Queen, as well as the strongest Doom Raider before her, so they were silenced rather quickly. The werewolf was now leading the Doom Raiders through the Outlands in search for a decent place to call a lair. However, progress was slow, and the lesser Doom Raiders were aware of it.
"Wolfgaaaang." Dream Catcher whined as she floated behind the werewolf. "How much longer do we have to gooooo?"
"Yeah! We're tired!" Chompy Mage said, as he followed lazily.
"Why are we even goin' into the Outlands for, Wolfgang?" Pepper Jack complained.
"Because!" The werewolf bellowed, turning around and scaring his companions. "The Outlands are the only place where those good-for-nothing Skylanders won't bother us!"
The Doom Raiders composed themselves and listened while Wolfgang spoke. "Look, the Doom Raiders have been having a really bad rap recently. Ever since Golden Queen got stuck in Cloudcracker Prison and our pirate ship got trashed by Kaos, the Skylanders have been running us down!" He said bitterly. "So, the first step in getting back on track to being the Skylands most fearsome villains, is to find a good place to crash!"
"I get that." Pepper Jack spoke. "But why does it have to be in the Outlands?"
Suddenly the stout chef was picked off the ground by his bib by Wolfgang. "Did you even listen to what I said!?" He shouted, before dropping Pepper Jack on the ground and causing the chef to grunt in pain. "Look twerps, we're gonna keep on keeping on until we find something. This place cannot be completely empty." Wolfgang said.
"Well you're right about that!" A shrill voice said.
The Doom Raiders turned to see Chompy Puppet, pointing over to something to their left.
"Look!" The green prop yelled as it yanked Chompy Mage's arm.
The Doom raiders then turned to see an impressive sight, that caused them all to widened their eyes and gasp in astonishment.
In the distance, floated a massive island. Centered in it, stood a huge black volcano. The mountain was slowly spewing clouds of dark smoke, as well as unnatural blue-colored lava that steamed slowly down it's slopes. near the foot of the volcano, stood several ruined buildings. Covered in ash and run down by time, they looked like the ruins of a once imposing city.
"Well." Wolfgang started. "I guess that's as good as we're gonna get out here. Let's get moving Doom Raiders!" He said as he began sprinting across the barren terrain to reach the strange island.
The Doom Raiders glanced at each other, unsure of what to do.
"I mean." Chompy Mage started. "As long as there aren't any sabertooth sheep, I'll consider it an upgrade."
"Alright, fine." Dream Catcher agreed. "But if we don't get some sort of rest there, I'm seriously leaving the Doom Raiders."
"Hah! You and me both girl!" Pepper Jack said.
Then, the Doom Raiders went to follow Wolfgang, crossing the harsh terrain of the Outlands, in mutual understanding that anything was better than sabertooth sheep.
As the Doom Raiders approached the decrepit city, they noticed a couple of things about it. A great deal of the buildings seemed to be destroyed and the ones that were standing weren't much better off. The buildings also seemed to be of a very forging design thet Doom Raiders were not familiar with. They were all grey with volcanic ash, but some blue stone decorations could be noticed. The city also seemed to be completely abandoned.
After a while, the Doom Raiders reached the mysterious city and began to wander about its seemingly abandoned streets. Afterwards, the group decided to head to the foot of the volcano, not particularly eager to stay in the creepy hamlet. Soon they reached a crossroads, with buildings around every corner of the paved roads. A somewhat thick blanket of ash covered the whole scene, causing the Doom Raiders to leave tracks as they traveled through the streets, getting closer and closer to the unnatural volcano. Oddly enough, as the Doom Raiders got closer and despite the lava of the volcano kept pouring down it's slopes, the temperature didn't increase, at all. The villains found that rather unusual.
"Wolfgang?" Pepper Jack began, with a hint of unease in his voice. "This place ain't sittin' right with me."
"Yeah, it ain't sitting right with us either." Chompy Mage said.
"He's right!" Chompy Puppet agreed. "This place is spooky and we don't like it!"
Then, from the streets of the town, a strange sound came. The sound was a ghostly cry. It was followed by another wail and then another. The Doom Raiders then began to back up into each other and holding each other in fright.
"Oh, great." Dream Catcher began. "So now this place is haunted, huh?" The floating head said in a meek voice.
Wolfgang had stood in place since the wailing started, unphased by the ghostly presence. "Oh c'mon you guys." The werewolf said in a mocking voice. "Who's scared of a few ghosts?" Then, Wolfgang drew his bone harp, and raised his free hand. "I'll show em! This place is ours now!" The werewolf then flung his hand through his bone harp's strings, and from the instrument, a purple wave of musical energy erupted, that crashed into one of the buildings, sending ashen dust everywhere, but also silencing the ghosts in the distance.
Wolfgang then smirked, pleased at his work. "See? There just a bunch of wimps with bad taste in music." The werewolf said as he took his hands to his hips in pride.
"Yeah, you showed em." Chompy Puppet said as he stretched out of his Doom Raider's arm.
"I sure did!" Wolfgang agreed.
As the dust started to settle, and the panicked Doom Raider group hug broke apart, Pepper Jack noticed something in the building Wolfgang attacked. "Hey, guys?" Pepper Jack said. "What's that?"
The rest of the Doom Raiders looked at the building Wolfgang had attacked. There was a medium sized hole in one of it's walls that allowed passage in. There also seemed to be a strange blue glimmering light coming from inside
Wolfgang then sniffed the air loudly, like a bloodhound. "Does that smell like…" The werewolf sniffed the air again, longer this time. "Pie!"
"Pie!?" The Doom Raiders asked in awe.
"You heard me!" Wolfgang responded. "It's in there!" He pointed at the gaping hole in the house's wall, before rushing inside, leaving his companions behind. "Awwww yeah, score!" The werewolf cheered.
"What is it boss?" Chompy Mage asked, a bit of excitement in his voice.
"The best combination ever!" Wolfgang responded as he began to emerge from the house. "Pie and diamonds!" He said as he regrouped with the Doom Raiders, one of each of the items he mentioned on each of his hands while his bone harp rested on his back.
"Wow," Dream Catcher began. "That's some good looking pie, and a pretty shiny rock."
The pie seemed very well baked. The golden brown crust was dotted with dark purple patterns. The shining rock on the other hand, was about the size of a head. It was a crystalline blue, rather similar to the lava from the volcano and seemed to glow faintly.
"I know right?" Wolfgang said cheerfully. "So, we've got, food, dosh and a place to crash, all in one day." Wolfgang said in a prideful tone. "Pretty good, getting back on track hey guys?"
"But how did a freshly baked pie get to an abandoned city?" Chompy Mage asked curiously.
"Maybe the ghosts baked it?" Dream Catcher contributed.
"Who cares!" Wolfgang said. "Fresh pie is fresh pie!"
"You said it boss!" Pepper Jack said, causing his fellow Doom Raiders to cheer in agreement, for things were finally looking up for the Skyland's greatest villains.
"What are you doing here?" A quiet, raspy voice said, startling the Doom Raiders.
Wolfgang then turned around to face whoever had asked the intrusive question. When he did, he jumped back. On the far side of the ash covered street, stood a purple dragon. "Spyro!?" Wolfgang yelled.
"Spyro!?" The Doom Raiders asked in shocked unison, remembering the Skylander's name.
"Guess again." The dragon said disdainfully, looking quite irritated.
Upon closer inspection, the purple dragon looked quite different from the one they knew. This one's scales were a darker purple. It's golden horns and spikes were sharper and more cruelly pronounced that Spyro's. The dragon also had several markings, form black streaks on the sides of his chest, to strange red "A" over it's left eye. However, the most distinguishable feature, were the eyes. They were green, a vile, poisonous green. They glared at the Doom Raiders, causing them to each, even Wolfgang, to take a step back.
Wolfgang then gulped, a little drop of sweat fell down his temple. "Well, if you're not Spyro, we've got no beef with you, dude." Wolfgang said. "So, I think we should all keep it that way." The werewolf finished, putting the pie and shiny rock down before taking his bone harp.
"I'm guessin' this is your place then?" Pepper Jack asked nervously. "If were botherin' y'all, we can just leave."
"Hey!" Wolfgang said in a quiet voice, turning his back on the mysterious purple dragon and facing Pepper Jack. "We aren't leaving!" He whispered through his teeth.
"Why not?" Pepper Jack responded quietly. "That guy is givin' off some really bad vibes!"
"This place is too good to give up, just cuz we ran into Spyro's freaky cousin!" Wolfgang said. "I mean c'mon! Its pie, valuable shiny rocks and possibly a secret volcano lair we've always wanted!" Wolfgang said, pointing at the volcano making the Doom Raiders reconsider the situation. "There's four of us, and one of him, we can take this guy." The werewolf finished as he rose and turned around to meet the purple dragon. "Well, dude. What's it gonna be? We ain't leaving and unless you want to go up against four Doom Raiders to change that-" Wolfgang gestured at his companions. "I suggest you leave."
The purple dragon simply stood in place, contemplating the Doom Raiders. Then the dragon suddenly closed his eyes and took his paw over to the mark over his left eye and started scratching it slowly, mumbling to himself. "Why did they come here? They aren't supposed to be here. The boss is not going to be happy." The dragon scratched his mark slightly faster after each statement, furrowing his brow as he did. Then, he put his paw down and composed himself, glaring at the Doom raiders unsettlingly, making them flinch.
"I'm sorry." The dragon said, actual regret not detectable in his voice. "But, I can't really have you leave, and I can't really have you stay." He said sinisterly. "You know how it is." He finished, looking at one of the roofs over the Doom Raiders, causing them to follow the dragon's gaze.
On the roofs of the buildings above them, two sinister-looking dragons loomed over the Doom Raiders. They didn't even hear them approach. They were a featureless black, with round glowing eyes, each roughly the size of the purple one on the street. One of them had deep blue eyes and a fish-like appearance. The other was slightly smaller and stouter than the first and had orange eyes.
"Wolfgang?" Chompy Mage began shakily. "I don't like the looks of this."
"This is looking really dicey!" Chompy Puppet followed up.
Wolfgang growled and looked over to the purple dragon. "We are the Doom Raiders." Wolfgang said in an angry tone. "The greatest villains in all of Skylands! And we are not gonna-"
"Never heard of you." The dragon said flatly, interrupting Wolfgang mid speech and making him freeze. The other Doom Raiders followed suit, their spirits wounded by the brutally honest commentary. The purple dragon then let out a short sigh before speaking up. "Just kill them already."
On that command, the dark dragons on the rooftops took flight and divide at the Doom Raiders, claws out and breath attacks ready.
The Doom Raiders then dispersed, narrowly avoiding the initial attack. Now, they might be a little out of style, but not out of practice.
Once out of the way, Chompy Mage began chanting a strange spell, causing his hand and puppet to glow green. After a few moments, a wooden staff with a little green effigy of a chompy on its top appeared in his free hand. "Oh, I've missed this little toy." Chompy Mage said maliciously. Chompy Mage then swung his staff in a crescent swing at the dark dragons and several acorns the size of balled up fists shot off the now glowing effigy.
The blue eyed dragon dodged the attack, using a slimy substance to slide out of the way. The orange eyed one flapped its wings and took flight above the projectiles. As the dragons dodged, they released their own attacks on Chompy Mage. The orange eyed one fired two laser beams from its eyes while the blue eyed one released a stream of yellow lightning.
The retaliation caused Chompy Mage to jump back and retreat into the hole on the wall Wolfgang had previously made. The little wizard hid behind the wall, shaking from the close call. "Whew." He said relieved. "That almost got me."
"Got us you mean!" Chompy Puppet reminded him angrily.
Meanwhile Pepper Jack and Dream Catcher faced off against the two dark dragons, who were circling the Doom Raiders slowly.
Dream Catcher began spinning, firing her whirlwind attack at the dark dragons while Pepper Jack began flinging explosive peppers at their targets. The dragons then took flight and began maneuvering through the Doom Raiders' projectiles.
"Let's spice things up!" The chef said gleefully.
"Urgh, lame catchphrase!" Dream Catcher said, looking down on Pepper Jack.
"Hey!" Pepper Jack started. "I've been workshoping that!" He said angrily.
While the Doom Raiders were bickering, the dark dragons attacked again. This time the orange eyed dragon fired a swarm of flying gears at their enemies. Once the distracted Doom Raiders were stuck by the projectiles, grunting in pain as brown metal gears collided with their faces, the blue eyed dragon followed up by using its tail to fling slimy blue muck over the Doom Raiders.
"Ewwww!" Both of them said disgusted, trying to get the slimy stuff off.
But before they could, the blue eyed dragon released a chain of yellow lightning that, augmented by the seemingly conductive slime, shocked Pepper Jack and Dream Catcher into a blackout.
Chompy Mage had heard the whole thing happen from inside the building wall he was hiding behind. He wasn't very eager to join his fellow Doom Raiders in defeat. "I think we should hide, just for a little while." Chompy Mage whispered.
"I agree!" Chompy Puppet stated in a quiet tone as his Doom Raider balled up and ducked his head to avoid being seen by the dark dragons he could hear moving, just outside.
Meanwhile, Wolfgang was facing the mysterious purple dragon. "Alright punk." Wolfgang began, anger easily noticeable in his voice. "You've never heard about us? Well then, I can fix that right up!" The werewolf then raised his arm and swung down on his bone harp, howling as a current of purple magic erupted from the instrument, aimed at the purple dragon.
As Wolfgang's attack connected with the purple dragon, the Doom Raider was surprised to see that not only did the dragon not try to even dodge the attack, but that once it connected, all the dragon did, was lower his head, close his eyes and furrow his brow. Once the wave of magic pased through it's target, the dragon lifted his head and looked at Wolfgang, a bored expression on his face. "It's going to take more than some bad music to beat me, dude." He said as a small smirk pulled at his dry-looking lips.
Wolfgang was growling in irritation. This guy was quite the disrespectful brat, and got pretty deep under Wolfgang's nerves. But now, a malicious smile was tugging at Wolfgang's face as well. "I think it's time I showed you a little lesson in bad music punk!" Wolfgang threatened, tuning his bone harp. "You're in for a symphony of pain!"
Master Eon was pacing, or rather floating through the Academy common room, a distressed expression on his face as he stroked his beard in though.
"Eon." Kaossandra called from beneath Eon. "You can't blame yourself for this."
A few hours ago, Eon had had a brief, wounding talk with Spyro. The portal master had called to see how his pupil had been doing after he had recuperated from a nasty wound inflicted by the Captain of the Knights of Solitude, Cyrus. The malevolent purple dragon had struck Spyro with hellblaze, an exceedingly dangerous energy that required a special Healing Elixir to mend. When he woke up and came to see Eon however, to the portal master's dismay, the young dragon was hurting not physically, but emotionally. Eon felt shame and regret for not noticing this sooner. For once again, being too late to help Spyro.
"That boy is surprisingly talented at keeping things to himself." Kaossandra continued. "There was no way you could have known he was carrying with all this by himself."
"But I should have!" Eon snapped, surprising Kaossandra. "I raised him since he was a mere hatchling. I've seen him grow and hone his skills, stive for his dreams, and yet." He paused, sadness overtaking his features. "I keep on failing him, everytime he truly needs me." Eon said, in a down tone, reflected by a decrease in his ethereal figure's glow. "So much has happened to him in such a short time. He is conflicted about the delay from meeting his family, conflicted about about the innocence of the dark dragons, who are in a position so similar to the one he was in under Strykor's spell. And he also had his hopes and expectations of his kind crushed by that dastardly villain Cyrus. All this has taken a toll on him, confused him greatly." Eon floated down, head and shoulders low. "This isn't even the first time something like this has happened. I always seem to be unable to say or do the right things at the right times." Eon looked distant, mournful. "I just want to help my boy, Kaossandra."
Kaossandra looked like she wanted to say something to comfort Eon, but suddenly, the doors to the common room were swung open.
"Master Eon?" Stealth Elf's voice called.
The elf was being followed by her friends, Eruptor, Jet-Vac and Pop Fizz. The Skylanders seemed to have an air of concern around them. As they approached the center of the common room, Kaossandra and Eon composed themselves, prefering to resume their conversation later.
"Master Eon?" Stealth Elf repeated. "Have you seen Spyro anywhere?" The elf asked in a concerned tone.
"According to Pop Fizz, he came here to talk with you." Eruptor said. "But that was like two hours ago and we haven't seen him since! What kind of talk did you two have?"
"Oh, no." Jet-Vac said with dread. "Master Eon, you didn't give him the talk right?"
"No, Jet-Vac." Master Eon said deflatedly. "I called Spyro to have a talk over how things had been going." The portal master darkened up as he paused. "Let's just say, it wasn't a very lively conversation."
The Skylanders looked concerned at that comment. Was something wrong with Spyro?
The Skylanders looked like they wanted to inquire further, but before they did, a strong wind blew through the common room, blowing papers off Eon's old desk and slightly unnerving everyone. The air also got a lot colder and darker, as if a cold spot had suddenly appeared in the room. Then a ghostly voice sounded, actually scaring the Skylanders.
"Heeelp usssss." The ghostly voice said, growing louder as it spoke.
"Heeelp usssss." A second ghostly voice sounded, startling the Skylanders even more, and causing the wind to blow even harder.
"Well, show yourselves first!" Jet-Vac commanded in a frightened voice as an egg fell down from his behind.
Suddenly the wind calmed down and two flashes of blue light popped in the middle of the common room. The Skylanders, Master Eon and Kaossandra, were now looking at two small, translucent blue figures, floating idly in the middle of the room.
"Ahhhh!" Eruptor screamed. "Ghosts!" The lava Skylander then tried to leave the room, running to the main doors. However, he was stopped halfway by Stealth Elf, who teleported in front of him.
"Eruptor, calm down!" Stealth Elf shouted. "They're just small geists, they aren't dangerous."
"Yeeesss." One of the ghosts said. "We neeed your heeeeelp" The ghost was blue and had white eyes and mouth. It looked rather slender and seemed to have no waist. Instead, it's lower half was a ghostly dispersion of mist.
"S-S-Sorry for t-t-the rude entering." The second ghost stuttered. It was similar in color to it's friend, but this one was round and plump. It's arms were short and thick and it seemed to have puffy cheeks. "B-B-But we were k-k-kind of in a r-r-rush."
"Why, what's the matter?" Kaossandra asked concerned.
"As I saaaid. We neeeeed your heeelp." The first ghost spoke slowly, dragging on some of the words. "I'm Gallant." He introduced himself.
"And m-m-my name is S-Spooky." The second ghost followed.
"How spooky can a name be?" Jet-Vac said. "Common lad, tell us your name."
"I t-t-told you." The ghost said. "It's S-S-Spooky."
"And we'll take your word for it!" Eruptor said nervously as he covered Jet-Vac, preventing him from pressing the ghost further.
"Theeeere's a prooooblem in our toooown." Gallant stated. "We lived peaaacefully, enjooooying pies and the pleeeesant quiet of the ruinssss." He said. "But today. Our hooome has been attacked by criminalssss." The ghost said, making the Skylanders concerned. "They caaall themselvesssss, the Doom Raiderssss."
"The Doom Raiders!?" Pop Fizz spoke up. "It's been a while since we heard from them. Why did they attack your home?"
"W-We don't know!" Spooky said. "B-B-But they s-s-stole our pies!"
The Skylanders then gasped in astonishment.
"I knew the Doom Raiders were evil." Eon said. "But this is a capital offence. Skylanders!" Eon said in a determined tone. "This is evidently an emergency. You must help these ghosts and stop the Doom Raiders from their evil, pie-stealing schemes!"
"Alright!" Jet-Vac said in a confident voice. "You just tell us where did those villains are, and we will take swift care of them!"
"Ooooh, greeeat!" Gallant said excitedly.
"L-L-Let's go then!" Spooky said, as both ghosts began approaching the Skylanders. Both ghosts were then facing each other on opposite sides around the Skylanders, they had started glowing with a strange blue light and seemed to be chanting something. Then, the ghosts began revolving around the Skylanders, with increasing speed as their chant grew louder. They were soon a couple of blue blurs as they spun around the steadily frightened Skylanders
"Hey, lads." Jet-Vac said nervously. "I didn't mean right n-"
In a large flash of blue and white light, the senior Skylander was cut off from his sentence.
Mean while Eon and Kaossandra had watched as the flash occurred. The place where Skylanders and ghosts previously stood was now empty. They had all vanished, leaving the portal masters by themselves.
"Well." Kaossandra started, still assimilating what she had just seen. "Let's just hope they're alright I guess." The sorceress said.
Eon sighed. "Yes, let's just hope."
Spyro was on his thinking spot. Covered behind large rocks in a small isle behind the Academy, Spyro felt confident he would be left alone to think in peace here. And boy, did he have a lot to think about.
Spyro looked distantly at the horizon. He tied to picture his ancestors, his family. He had always remembered picturing them clearly, in cool poses, saving people and protecting the Core of Light. Thinking about that always filed Spyro with pride, always made him happy. But now, when he tried to picture his fellow purple dragons, all that came to his mind, were Cyrus' horrifying, hateful green eyes, staring at him, looking like the malevolent purple dragon wanted to kill Spyro using just a look.
Spyro then tried to force the image out of his head. With great effort, so much so that Spyro had to clench his fists and close his eyes, he managed to shift thoughts.
He tried to focus on his family, on his desire to meet them, to finally see what they were like. But the thought was interrupted by the image of the dark dragons. Because of them, Spyro was unable to see his family. Spyro felt like he wanted to hate those dragons, but he couldn't. No matter how much he thought about them, about how much harm they were doing, or how they were stopping him from meeting his ancestors, he could not bring himself to hate them. Because they were no guiltier than Spyro himself was when Strykore used his magic to turn him evil. Spyro felt a sort of fraternity with them in that sense, he couldn't help but sympathize with them.
However, who he couldn't sympathize with, was Cyrus. Spyro frowned just thinking about him. About how much of a jerk he was, about how little he seemed to care about his part to play in Spyro's unrest. But most of all he loathed Cyrus because, he was a purple dragon. He was an evil purple dragon, as as such, him just existing shattered Spyro's view of his dragon kind. Just because he existed, Spyro could never again say all his kind were heroes. And even with all that, something deep, very deep inside of Spyro, stopped him from fully hating Cyrus as well. He couldn't tell what that was, and Spyro growled in frustration because of it. Once again, his feelings were blurred and Spyro could feel himself shaking because of it.
Spyro felt his chest tightened and somethig swelled up on his throat. He felt like he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs in frustration. But, he didn't. If he did, someone would hear, someone would come and try to talk. He didn't need that. He didn't need someone to tell him things were going to be alright, because Spyro did not need to listen to lies.
"Spyro!?" Someone called.
Spyro didn't answer. He ducked his head, trying to remain unnoticed. Then Spyro heard his name called again. The person sounded closer this time, Spyro could hear a wingbeat, their voice sounded familiar. Spyro recognized who it was, he felt himself smile after hearing their voice, but the smile on Spyro's face faded quickly. Spyro couldn't bring himself to answer, he just hung his head down and hoped he had not been seen.
Suddenly, Spyro hear as someone landed on one of the rocks behind him.
"Spyro?" The purple dragon heard Cynder call softly.
The dragoness dropped from the top of the rocks onto the ground beside Spyro, approaching him slowly with a caring expression on her face. She noticed how Spyro was quiet and had his head down. He looked really upset about something. Cynder then smiled as she sat down beside Spyro. She nudged Spyro's cheek with the tip of her sout, surprising the purple dragon. "Hey." She started, leaning into her friend's side. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing Cynder." Spyro said while turning his head, not meeting Cynder's eyes. "Don't worry about it."
Cynder straightened her posture and spoke warmly. "C'mon Spyro. You can't expect me to believe that. I can tell something is troubling you." The dragoness paused. "Is it Cyrus? I know that meeting your dragon kind was a big deal to you." She said, seeing if Spyro responded to her comments. "I can understand how he was, disappointing."
"That's not it, Cynder." Spyro said. "Or at least, not all of it."
"Then what is it?" Cynder asked trying her best to help. "You can tell me."
"I… I don't know." Spyro got out. "There's just so much that's on my mind. There's my family, there's these dark dragons and yes, there's Cyrus. They all just bundle up together, you know? I can't seem to think about one without thinking about the rest and that." Spyro paused, furrowing his brow as he closed his eyes, thinking of what to say. "That just confuses me. I can't get any clear answers to anything regarding any of those things either, and that definitely does not help."
"Well." Cynder started. "I could try to help." She volunteered, making Spyro glance sideways at her. "You helped me, after all. With my training, with helping me join the Skylanders, you even rescued me from the Underworld!" She said warmheartedly. "I think this is the least I could do to repay you."
Spyro looked moved at Cynder's inssistance to help him. He hadn't realized she cared so much. But he still felt troubled, he still felt unsure. "It's complicated Cynder." He said looking away once again. "It just that I-" He paused searching for the right way to get how he felt across. "I can't tell how I feel about any of this." He said quietly, opening his eyes as he raised his head and looked at the horizon.
Cynder looked at Spyro, she had no idea he was feeling like this. The dragoness looked at the ground, thinking of what to say. "What do you feel right now, Spyro?" She asked, looking down still.
Spyro then faced Cynder fully, for the first time since she got here. He didn't know how to answer that. "I…" Spyro began, suddenly looking a his side, once again staring away from Cynder. "I don't know." He really didn't. He felt as all the things he was concerned about overlapped each other, he thought about how hard it was for him to get any answers, an about how the few answers he had gotten hurt him more than they helped him. Spyro tensed up, shaking slightly as he clenched his fists again, making deep scratch marks on the soil beneath them.
Then, Spyro felt something strange. He felt as Cynder picked up his paws slowly, and held them in hers. Spyro turned his head to look at his friend. When he did he found himself looking at Cynder's clear blue eyes, staring back at his. Spyro didn't move, captivated in the exchange. Then Spyro felt as Cynder let go of his paws gently. But then, he saw as Cynder moved closer to him. She placed her arms around his back and rested her head on one of his shoulders.
"How do you feel now?" She asked tenderly in a quiet voice, tightening her embrace around Spyro ever so slightly.
Spyro felt Cynder's body so close to his, he could have sworn he could feel her heart beating. He then felt as his own arms began moving, almost by themselves. They moved slowly, delicately, surrounding Cynder's back until they made Spyro press his chest against Cynder's. He then rested his head on one of her shoulders, just as she had done with hers. Then, Spyro closed his eyes, he could feel all his troubles melt away from the heat coming off from Cynder's body.
Spyro held his friend, as she held him, and he smiled. "I feel happy." Spyro said mellowly as both dragons held each other, not planning on letting go of their tender moment. For a while at least.
Wolfgang had been in quite a few battles and faced many foes. Skylanders, thugs, even his own teammates, several times in fact. But he had never been in fight like this one. Pepper Jack and Dream Catcher were on the ground, knocked out by those creepy dragons, which Wolfgang assumed weren't fighting him, because they were looking for Chompy Mage, whom Wolfgang couldn't find either. Meanwhile Wolfgang was facing off against the strange purple dragon in single combat. The little runt was proving to be a taxing foe to beat.
The shiftly purple dragon was really fast, he managed to dodge several attacks as Wolfgang tried to swing his claws at him by stepping back slowly, narrowly avoiding the attacks and really irritating Wolfgang. "Just stay put!" The werewolf yelled in frustration.
"Fine." The purple dragon responded, surprising Wolfgang by actually staying still.
Wolfgang then smiled. "Well, aren't you cooperative?" The werewolf thought to himself as he raised his fist over his head and brought it down on the purple dragon. Wolfgang felt like he had hit something. He looked to see where his blow had landed, only that when he did, he was left with an unpleasant surprise. The dragon had caught his arm on it's way down. He was holding it with both paws, but holding it in place still.
"You are quite strong." The dragon said to Wolfgang. "I'm going to have to hurt you for a long time I'm afraid." The dragon said, more mirth than regret in his tone. Then, the purple dragon's paws started glowing a blood red color.
Wolfgang felt as his knees buckled and his arm weakened in the dragon's grasp. He fell to his knees, feeling colder and weaker after every second the dragon held his arm in place. But by focusing the strength he had left on his free arm, as well as his disdain for the purple dragon, the werewolf looked at the dragon dead in the eyes and managed to throw a nasty corkscrew punch right at the dragon's face. Once the impact hit, the purple dragon was knocked back, letting go of Wolfgang's arm and covering his face in pain.
"That." The dragon said, putting his paw down and glaring at Wolfgang. "Hurt."
"That was the point doofus!" Wolfgang said, picking up his bone harp from the ground beside him. "Now, you've got some pretty funky magic." Wolfgang said. "But, it seems to be contact based." He said, making the dragon flinch, confirming the statement. "So, all I gotta do to beat you, is stay at range!" The werewolf said as he took a step back and tensed the strings on his bone harp as if it were a bow. Then a large purple arrow materialized on the instrument, confusing the purple dragon.
"What strange magic." The dragon mumbled to himself.
"Don't lose focus dude!" Wolfgang taunted as he smiled maliciously. "I want you to feel this!" The werewolf then let loose the strings of his bone harp, releasing the purple arrow at surprising speeds. The purple dragon took flight, avoiding the first attack and once in the air, he extended his arms as his paws glowed red. Then the dragon dived at Wolfgang and tried to swipe at the werewolf with his claws. Wolfgang however, bent his back and did a knee slide, barely avoiding the purple dragon's attack. Once the slide was over, Wolfgang quickly turned around and tensed his bone harp and aimed at the dragon. Then another purple arrow flew off his instrument, this time, striking the dragon in the back, causing it to crash on the street.
After a short pause, the dragon got up slowly but steadily, facing away from Wolfgang. "I changed my mind." He said in a quiet voice. "I won't hurt you." The dragon continued, surprising Wolfgang.
"Are you giving up then?" Wolfgang asked tentatively, not really eager to keep such a tense fight going.
"You didn't let me finish." The dragon responded grimly, making Wolfgang freeze. "I won't hurt you." He said again. "For long." The dragon turned around and when he did, Wolfgang took a step back as fear suddenly overtook his body. The dragon's poisonous green eyes were lit up with hatred, burning holes through Wolfgang's own eyes as they looked at them dead on, not blinking. Not blinking once. Then, the dragon took a step forward and Wolfgang unconsciously took another step back. The dragon then took two steps forward and Wolfgang took two steps back. The purple dragon didn't blink and didn't look away from Wolfgang's eyes for a second, an almost rabid look in his eyes.
"S-Stay away from m-me." Wolfgang said shakily. "D-Don't come any closer!" The werewolf yelled, trying to grab his bone harp and ready another attack before the purple dragon could make another move.
Suddenly, with blinding speed the purple dragon pounced Wolfgang, knocking him to the ground as the dragon stood over the Doom Raider's chest.
After a loud thud, Wolfgang felt as his back hit the hard, cold street floor, the impact made him let go of his bone harp and close his eyes. Then, Wolfgang felt a hideous pain erupt form his left shoulder. He felt like small holes were being pierced into his flesh, immense pressure tearing his skin. The werewolf screamed in agony as he opened his eyes to see the purple dragon, biting down on his shoulder, a ravenous look in his venomous eyes as he held onto Wolfgang's shoulder with his teeth. Wolfgang then tied to move, tried desperately to get the dragon off him, but for some reason, he couldn't. Wolfgang's arms would not move, no part of his body would move, so much so, that he felt like he couldn't even scream again, even though the pain was still raging on. Through the horrible pain of the purple dragon's bite,he felt something similar to what he had felt when the dragon was holding his arm in place before, just much, much worse. It wasn't a gradual drain like before, it was like he had devoured all his vitality in that one bite. Wolfgang couldn't move at all. He felt like the blood in his veins was being frozen and like his lungs had simply stopped working. He felt like almost every bit of life and strength had been drained from his body.
Then, Wolfgang felt like the pressure in his shoulder was released, sighly easing the pain. He saw as the purple dragon loomed over him. His mouth was open, and he was breathing heavily, the deranged look in it's eyes had slightly diminished. As the dragon was panting, Wolfgang noticed something about the inside of the dragon's mouth. It was black, like a black mamba's, but it also seemed to be glowing a faint red beneath it's black texture, similar to the red that was on the dragon's paws when he grabbed Wolfgang.
"Sorry about that." The dragon said, once again, no real regret in his voice. "Awfully rude of me wasn't it? Well, at least I'll try to kept my word." The dragon said, lifting one of his paws over Wolfgang's head. "I won't hurt you for long."
Wolfgang was way too weak to do anything. He couldn't even lift his arms to try and block the iminent final blow. The werewolf couldn't even plead for his life as the dragon's claw came down. Wolfgang bacerd himself and closed his eyes, expecting the worst.
"Cyrus!" Someone called.
Wolfgang did not recognize that name. "Who's Cyrus?" The werewolf thought. "Is that this punk's name?". Then a moment passed, and another, and Wolfgang was still conscious. He opened his eyes and saw the dragon frozen in place, his previously glowing claws halfway down a swipe at the werewolf's face.
The dragon stood motionless, a shocked look on his face.
"These guys might be criminals." The voice said again. Wolfgang noticed something familiar in the way it talked and sounded like, however that did not necessarily make him happy. "But we are not going to let you kill them!" The voice continued, coming from a source Wolfgang could not lift his head to see.
Then the dragon, apparently named Cyrus turned around, still standing over Wolfgang's weakened body.
"You." Cyrus started. "Are not. Supposed. To be here." His voice was slow and shaky, with either rage, fright or a combination of the two.
Wolfgang, could feel a miniscule amount of energy return to his body. He was still too weak to do anything violent against the dragon, but he did have enough strength to lift his head, to confirm who the voices were.
The werewolf didn't know how to fell when he saw the Skylanders, standing across the ash-covered street, in battle positions aiming at the dark dragons and at the Cyrus with their weapons, who were all now focused on the Skylanders.
Wolfgang supposed being captured and sent to Cloudcracker Prison again wouldn't be as bad a getting killed by some purple freak. So, the werewolf rested his weakened neck on the ashen pavement, chuckling quietly to himself. The Doom Raider never in a million years thought he'd be relieved to see the Skylanders swoop in uninvited.
"The Skylanders don't have a jurisdiction, crook!" Eruptor said boldly. "If evil makes a mess, we'll be there to clean it up!"
"We are in the Outlands." Cyrus said in disbelief. "Don't you think this is a bit too far?" The dragon questioned, clearly shocked to see the Skylanders here.
"Wait!" Pop Fizz said, jumping into sight from behind Eruptor. "We're in the Outlands!? How did you get us all the way here?!" The gremlin turned to the couple of ghosts that accompanied them.
"W-We teleported here." Spooky answered. "We can d-d-do that s-s-sometimes." The plump ghost said proudly as he floated beside his slender friend.
"Hooo, kay!" Pop Fizz said as he bent his knees and started breathing hard. "I have a mayor fear of the Outlands. I need a minute to sit down." The gremlin said, slumping over on the ash covered street.
"You didn't tell us we were in the Outlands!" Eruptor said to the blue ghosts. "That wasn't part of the job description!"
"Everybody simmer down!" Jet-Vac commanded, causing the rest of the Skylanders to do so. He then turned to face Cyrus, who had a really distressed look on his face. "If I didn't know better." Jet-Vac started. "I'd say you didn't want us here, Cyrus."
At that comment Cyrus froze up, confirming Jet-Vac's suspicion. "What's wrong fella? sabertooth sheep got your tongue?"
Cyrus then suddenly took his paw over to the red mark over his left eye, and started scratching, as he usually does. However, the dragon also looked a lot more riled up, he was sweating and breathing unevenly, scratching his mark much faster than usual and covering his face with his other paw, shaking slightly while mumbling to himself. "No, no, no, no. This isn't good. The boss is going to be angry. He is not going to like this."
"Ummm, are you alright, pal?" Stealth Elf asked, tilting her head, unnerved at the dragon's erratic behaviour.
Cyrus then looked to the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs. "Maaaasteeeeer!" The shout sounded like a plea for help, and in the condition the purple dragon seemed to be in, the Skylanders didn't question Cyrus' necessity for help.
"Look pal." Eruptor started, not much sympathy in his voice or face as he spoke. "You seem to be having some stress problems. So how about we take you and your friends over to the therapy wing on Cloudcracker Prison, hmm?" The magma Skylander suggested sarcastically.
Before the Skylanders could do anything else, the ground began to shake, getting the Skylanders off balance. Then, a loud rumbling sound came from the volcano behind Cyrus.
"Whoa! What's happening!?" Stealth Elf asked as she tried to keep her balance.
"Oh, i-i-its just the volcano e-e-erupting again." Spooky said calmly.
"What!?" The Skylanders asked in unison.
"Itssss not very unusualllll." Gallant stated as he floated idly above the Skylanders. "It haaaapens quite ooooften, really."
"Then why did you not tell us about it!?" Jet-Vac asked outraged.
At that, the volcano produced a thunderous noise and the Skylanders watched in horror as searing volcanic ash and unnatural blue lava exploded from the mountain's top, obscuring the already grey sky and launching a volley of volcanic devastation their way.
"I'm sorry master." Cyrus said, lowering his head and covering his eyes. "Please. Please forgive me." The dragon said in a weak voice, coving his red mark as he did.
Meanwhile, the dark dragons had begun to twitch their heads and eyes disturbingly. When they came to a sudden stop, they walked past the Skylanders and over to Cyrus. Then, they began to nudge him with their snouts, compelling him to move.
"This guy's boss is a volcano!?" Eruptor asked in disbelief.
"That doesn't matter!" Stealth Elf yelled. "This island is too small! The volcano's eruption will cover all of it soon!"
The elf was interrupted by a large smoldering rock that crashed into one of the houses nearby, smashing all the way through. Meanwhile, other burning rocks began to rain down all over the area around the Skylanders.
"Gallant, Spooky!" Stealth Elf called. "Get us out of here!" The Skylander told the ghosts.
"Don't leave us behind!" A shrill voice shouted.
The Skylanders turned around to see Chompy Mage and Chompy Puppet running toward them rapidly.
"I guess he's right." Eruptor grumbled. "We can't just leave them here." The Skylander looked over to the fallen Doom Raiders. Saving an enemy was a courtesy the Skylanders did not expect to see reciprocated, but one they were honorbound to give.
"Ohhh, thank you friend." Chompy Mage said relieved. "If you want, we could leave right now, just us, leave the other Doom Raiders behind if you're pressed for time." The little wizard suggested.
"As heartwarming as your concern is." Stealth Elf said cuttingly. "We aren't leaving anyone behind."
"Alright, alright." Chompy Puppet said. "It was just a suggestion."
The Skylanders then proceed to group up the unconscious Doom Raiders into a manageable area for Gallant and Spooky to teleport them away. The Skylanders also noticed that Cyrus and his Knights of Solitude had vanished, they credited their undetected leave to the increasing amount of blue volcanic ash and rubble that was raining down.
"Well guys!" Stealth Elf said to the two ghosts. "It's now or never!"
"Right!" Spooky and Gallant agreed in unison as they took their positions opposite to each other around the Skylanders and Doom Raiders. The ghosts then began revolving around the crowded group, with increasing speed as they chanted their spell. The ghosts ended up moving so fast they became blue blurs. Then, with a flash of blue and white light. They were all gone from the mysterious island.
Back at the Academy, Spyro walked beside Cynder, both dragons on their way to the Academy common room.
"Cynder?" Spyro called, hanging his head a little.
"Yeah?" Cynder responded, turning her head to see her friend.
"I just wanted to say." Spyro began. "Thank you. For what you did back there." He said, facing Cynder.
The dragoness felt her face get a little warm, and she turned away quickly. "D-Don't mention it!" She said. "You would have helped me too."
"Yeah!" Spyro said awkwardly. "Definitely."
Both dragons looked away from each other, small blushes on both their faces.
"We should probably keep that to ourselves, though." Spyro said nervously.
"Yep, definitely." Cynder agreed quickly.
Then, a thought crosed Spyro's mind, which he voiced to his friend. "How did you even know where to find me?" He asked. "That was like, the best hiding spot in the Academy."
"I, ahhh" Cynder began shakily. "I saw you going there one day. You looked a little troubled so I didn't say anything."
"Huh." Spyro began. "I need to look behind my back more often then."
Both dragons then reached the Academy common room doors. Spyro stopped before going in, remembering what had happened last time he saw Master Eon. "He must have felt really bad about how I left." Spyro said. "And it wasn't like I wanted him to feel like that, but-" Spyro hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"Hey." Cynder said warmly. "If you didn't mean to hurt him, then you can fix whatever it is you did." The dragoness said comfortingly. "He cares about you very much, if he is hurting right now it's because he thought he hurt you." She said, making Spyro brighten up. "Go on then." Cynder gestured at the door for Spyro to open it.
With a small breath, Spyro entered the Academy common room, with Cynder behind him. In the balcony, Spyro could see Master Eon, floating idly, with his hands behind his back. "Master Eon?" He called.
Then, Eon turned around at the purple dragon's call. "Spyro!" He said. "Are you alright?" He asked eagerly as he floated to meet Spyro.
"Yes, I am." Spyro said mellowly. "How are you?" He asked his tutor.
"Oh, Spyro." Eon said in a brittle voice, doing exaggerated motions with his arms. "I'm so sorry for letting you down again. I promise it will never, ever happen again!"
"That's fine Master Eon." Spyro said, a little uncomfortable with the portal masters display. "It was not your fault. I shouldn't have put all that weight on you."
"But you should have!" Eon said, his eyes filled with ghostly tears. "I should be able to look after you! I raised you for Skylands sakes!"
"Oh, leave the boy alone Eon!" Kaossandra said as she emerged from the Relics room. "He already forgave you, so just stop making him uncomfortable and embarrassing yourself!"
The portal master sniffed, composing himself. "You're right." He said. "I'm sorry about that."
"That's fine, Master Eon." Spyro said, happy things were on good terms with Master Eon again.
"Hey, where is everybody?" Cynder asked from behind Spyro. "Did they go on a mission?" The dragoness asked.
"Actually, yes, they did." Eon stated. "They went to-"
Before the portal master could speak, a massive blast of blue and white light came from behind him, startling everyone in the room. They all focused on the spot the blast had originated from, and were faced with a rather bizarre sight.
"Uhhh, Guyyys?" Spyro asked nervously as he saw his friends standing over the Doom Raiders, with Chompy Mage clinging onto Jet-Vac's leg and two blue ghosts hovering above them.
"Long story." Jet-Vac said simply, by the looks of it, it waas a really long story. "Also where have you been? We were looking for you, you know?"
Spyro looked over to Cynder on the sly. "Long story." He said, looking over to his friends.
"Well." Stealth Elf started. "I for one want to know why you guys-" She pointed at the ghosts accusingly. "Didn't tell us anything about this mission. You teleported us into some volcanic island in the Outlands to fight the Doom Raiders and the Knights of Solitude!"
"Hold on." Spyro stoped his friend. "You guys fought the Knights of Solitude? Did you see Cyrus?" Spyro asked eagerly, wanting to know more about what the malevolent dragon had been up to since he knocked Spyro out.
"We saw him alright." Eruptor said. "He was a nervous wreck. He was mumbling to himself and shaking and talking funny. It was really uncomfortable to watch."
"T-T-That's probably because h-h-he doesn't w-w-want you around his boss' l-l-l-lair." The chubby looking ghost said.
"Wait, what!?" The Skylanders yelled in unison.
"Yeaaaah." The second ghost spoke. "Cyrussss and hissss boss have a suuuper secret lair in the volcanoooo. It'ssss where the Knightsss go to ressst and where Cyrus conmmuuunes with his bossss." The ghost said.
"Again." Stealth Elf said. "How is it possible you didn't give us this information beforehand!?"
"T-T-They are quite p-p-pleasant most of the time." The chubby ghost said. "We d-d-didn't think they'd b-b-be and issue."
"Skylanders." Master Eon begun, making everyone, even Chompy Mage, who was still clinging to Jet-Vac's leg, focus on him. "If what you say is true, they we have possibly found the location of these despicable villains' lair, which means." He continued, a serious tone in his voice. "That if we act quickly and efficiently, we might finally be able to put a stop to this dreadful conflict."
"Really!?" Spyro asked enthusiastically, overjoyed to hear of an inkling of a chance to finally resolve this. "We could finish this just like that!?"
"Yes, young dragon." Eon said warmly to Spyro. "But only if done carefully. This would mean going into enemy territory, and facing off against the bulk of their forces." Eon said gravely. "The Knights of Solitude, Cyrus and apparently the true mastermind behind this all, will be there, garanteing one intense battle, and a dangerously narrow victory." He finished, making the Skylanders look at each other, remembering what Eon had said a few days ago, about this mastermind supposedly being more powerful than Strykore.
"That's why." Master Eon picked up. "We will be calling in a little help." The portal master said confidently, making the Skylanders curious as to what he meant. Eon then smirked and said:
"Does anyone want to make a wish?"
Cyrus was pacing nervously through a small platform on the slopes of the volcano. The platform was round and built from black stone. It had strange patterns on its surface that looked quite foreign in design to Cyrus.
The purple dragon was quite altered. Today not one, but two intruders had slipped through him. Now the Skylanders knew where the lair was, and the boss was not going to like that. "He's not going to like this at all." Cyrus said to himself.
"Cyyyyrussss." An abstract voice called.
Cyrus froze up. "He's early." Cyrus noticed. "Is that a good sign?" The dragon questioned. He decided to confirm by turning around to face his master. "Master, ho-" The dragon stopped himself, he noticed his boss wasn't actually here. In his master's stead, was a concentration of black mist that clustered together around two completely purple eyes, that were looking at Cyrus intently.
Cyrus swallowed and continued. "How was your day?" He tried aking as mellowly as he could.
"It was quite good actually!" His master replied. The sound that came from the mist was a strident doublevoice. It sounded disembodied and like metal pieces scraping against each other. It took all of Cyrus' willpower not to take his paws to block his ears from listening to his master's voice. "I finally finished that game I was playing! Crypt Rober, I believe it was called." The voice said, sharp squeaks accenting his cheerful voice. "But then I heard you call for me." The voice said, it's eyes looking severely at Cyrus, making him shrink. "What happened, boy? Did you get rid of the intruders?" Cyrus' master asked intently.
"N-No, sir." Cyrus got out in a meek voice, averting his master's eyes.
"No?" The voice asked. "You let them get away? You let the Skylanders get away, knowing the location of my super secret volcano lair!?" The voice boomed , it's disembodied eyes showing pure rage, making Cyrus subconsciously cover his mark.
"Wait! This could be a good thing!" Cyrus said quickly, trying to calm his master down.
"A good thing!?" His master shouted. "How is, my enemies knowing where my secret lair is, a good thing!?"
"Because they'll come to you!" Cyrus said, closing his eyes still holding his mark tightly.
The voice paused, it's eyes showing interest. "What does that mean?" The voice asked, apparently interested in Cyrus' comment.
Cyrus opened his eyes and looked at his master, choosing his words very carefully. "The Skylanders will come here, yes." Cyrus started. " But, I've seen how strong they are. They are no match for you, sir, you could swat them away like flies." Cyrus said, trying to honey his master up.
By the expression in his master's eyes, Cyrus figured it was working, but then the voice spoke. "That's good and all, but what I want, are the Magic and Undead dragons, not some third rate Skylosers!" The voice said. "By now, I'm sure they've caught up with what we want with them. What makes you think they will come willingly to my turf?"
Cyrus began calming down, all of this was actually coming together pretty well. "I left quite an impression, on the Magic one." Cyrus said. "When his friends tell him where I am, he wouldn't miss coming here for the world."
"And the Undead one?" Cyrus' master asked, his metallic voice sounding a little more convinced. "What about her?"
"Those two seem to have a sort of, connection." Cyrus said, remembering his interaction with the two dragons some time ago. "Wherever one of them goes, the other one seems to follow." Cyrus said, getting a somewhat satisfied look from his master. "Trust me sir, this will." Cyrus paused, looking for the right words. "Work itself out." He finished, giving his best plastic smile in an attempt to convince his boss.
"Hmmm," The voice said, sounding more like a metal pot resonating after falling on the ground than actual humming. "I do like it when things work themselves out." He said. "And I do like it when things come to me."He added, his eyes looked like he was thinking things through. "Alright! I'm sold, kiddo!" He said cheerfully, the glowing eyes reflecting his tone.
Cyrus gave a small sigh of relief. Things had worked out for him this time.
"But." Cyrus heard his master say. "If this little plan of yours doesn't work, boy." The voice said in a grim tone. making Cyrus flinch. " There will be, consequences." The voice finished, looking maliciously at Cyrus.
The mark over Cyrus' eye glowed a faint red, causing the dragon to instinctively put both his paws over it, shaking and sweating slightly while looking down.
"Anyway!" The voice said in a happy voice, "I off to play the Sequel for Crypt Robber! The Shadow of the Crypt Robber!" The voice said gleefully. "See ya later kiddo!" The voice finished, as the concentration of mist dispersed suddenly with a loud poof, and Cyrus was left by himself.
Cyrus walked slowly to the edge of the round platform and looked at the horizon, a nervous look on his face as he spoke. "I really hope you come here, friend." Cyrus said to the wind. "Else, this is going to be really bad." The dragon paused as he grimaced, covered his red mark once again. "For both of us."
Author's notes
Well, that took me a while. This is the longest one yet. Hope you enjoy! Also, thanks for all the reviews, they'lll cmoe in handy i'm sure, and they are very much apreciated! Keep on the look out for more chapters!
- I still don't own Skylanders Academy
- Any guesses as to who "Help" will be on the next chapter? ;)
- WARNING... WARNING...
BOSS BATTLE INCOMING