Arising Doubts
Warning, some sexual references.
The purple dragon had awoken a couple of hours later, after all he had just slept right before the battle so it was very hard to sustain sleep. On the other hand, he also slept longer than he expected. The bed wasn't anything particularly special, just literally something thrown together. But for someone who had spent their entire lives sleeping in cold stone or dirt, usually exposed to the harsh winds that blow from Dante's freezer to the far north, this bed was blissful and comfortable. The gentle lapping of the fire gave off waves of heat to warm the dragon, from the core of his heart to the tips of his talons. He made sure to lay rested on him stomach though to avoid putting pressure on the wounds recently cleaned up which after being treated have healed remarkably quick. Even the burn marks had scorched his scales seemed to have faded and dulled revealing the lustrous purple colour beneath.
The reason being was that the females in the tribe, most them had become such good nurses. The many skirmishes had left many cheetah warriors injured so it was up to the females to patch them up the best they could. So, Kiera must have used her expertise on Spyro, it's just almost as if everything he had been through in the previous month and a bit had been but a distant memory. Washed away by a gentle sponge. What was not a memory though, was the incredible thirst he had at the time, for the last time he drunk was yesterday.
Spyro up to this point stared straight ahead, not really taking in anything in. Simply thinking and relaxing in the wonderful comfort he was in. However, he needed to get moving. Hunter promised to take him and Sparx back to the temple today and he was eager to finally get home
He sighed a final time, wishing he could remain motionless just for a little longer. But regardless started fidgeting, restoring feeling to his still aching limbs. Then gently stretched them out to rinse out the laziness hidden between the scales.
"Ancestors I haven't rested that well for a long time. But regardless I need to drink." Spyro admitted. Nearby, the bucket Kiera had used to clean him with was tucked carefully to the side of the wall in the main section. Spyro would have to get up if he wanted to drink.
So, still aware of the pain that might be lurking he cautiously distributed his weight equally on his legs and heaved himself upwards with less difficulty than he expected. He vigilantly pondered over to the bucket and inspected it. Murky brown muck with hints of red remained undisturbed. It did not look hygienic or even safe to drink. Even the puddles he had seen around looked cleaner. But…he had to drink it if he wanted to get rid of this irritating thirst.
"Sigh…he we go." He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the putrid water to come.
"Don't drink that, you'll only make yourself ill." Kiera the red furred cheetah called out from behind. She was carrying a ceramic brown jug of water. "Here, I got this instead for you to drink anyway." Kiera added, stepping over to Spyro and gently planting the jug on the floor.
"It's okay, I can manage with this." Spyro said, realising Kiera had literally carried the jug from the river all the way back up here.
"Don't be silly I can always just got refill the damn thing." Kiera replied.
"Are you sure? That looks really heavy and I don't want you to have to go all the way back just to refill it again." Spyro said sincerely.
"Trust me Spyro. When you're the chief's wife you don't simply leave the village unprotected for any reason. Its then simply a case of nicely asking the guards to carry it back for me." Kiera sniggered at her little improvisation.
"If you are sure…" Spyro said.
Before Spyro could react, Kiera grabbed the bucket of dirty water and flung the contents out of a window. Then proceeded to pour more out of the jug to fill up the bucket. Carefully tipping it so it fell into a constant arc into the bucket. She stopped though before the water gushed over the sides and heaved the pot back onto its base.
"I'm sure, so drink up." Kiera insisted.
Spyro took a sip and practically relished the smooth liquid flowing down his rugged throat. After the first initial sip and finding the liquid to work wonders to his hoarsely throat he gulped the water down like there was no stopping him.
"Thirsty little guy, aren't you?" Kiera asked. Not sure whether to be surprised or impressed. Before she even knew it, the water was gone.
"Sorry…" Spyro replied sheepishly.
"Don't be, battle makes a warrior thirsty as I've learnt from Prowlus." Kiera responded. Tilting the jug once more she refiled the empty bucket again.
"Where is Prowlus by the way? And Sparx and Hunter?" Spyro asked.
"Prowlus before was overlooking village repairs. Now last I looked was organising some supplies for yours and Hunter's journey to the temple. Let's just say I reminded him about you saving me so I think he is throwing in a couple of extra nice treats." Kiera grinned.
"Treats?" Spyro inquired.
"A delicacy of ours. A rare fish caught from our river called the Avalarian Trout. Found all along the river. A personal favourite of Hunter's not to mention." Kiera added.
"And what about Hunter and Sparx. Where are they?"
"Waiting for you outside. The storm has been and gone. But a lot of thunder for a storm that didn't last two hours, but still impressive. But those two were eager to get going from the looks of things, probably before the next storm hit."
"Thank you." Spyro helped himself to some more water before feeling like his thirst was quenched. "I am just going to check on them then. Then I think we are to leave."
"Okay then." Kiera replied.
"Wait. I don't think I ever asked for your name." Spyro realised.
"Kiera." Kiera grinned.
Spyro nodded then escorted himself to the front door and gazed out. It still looked murky and dark outside but the clouds looked a lot less dense, almost white in comparison to the areas miles away. However, the cheetahs moved on unconcerned. They were used to the rough weather, and due to their way of life were adapted better to the forces of nature than the residents of Warfang. Who had all their stone weather-sheltered buildings and impenetrable wall. Living a life of luxury on their fluffed cushions. Don't get Spyro wrong he admired the moles. They knew how to defend a city and generally good people working a hard and genuine life. However, they weren't hardy or resilient like Cheetahs; who lived a life constantly watching for the next danger to rear its head over the hill, always vigilant.
Just below in front of a recently relit fire, Prowlus stood talking with Spyro's companions Hunter and Sparx. Hunter had some sort of sacked tied around his shoulder. Presumably filled with the supplies Prowlus had generously donated. He was then spotted by Sparx.
"Spyro, my man!" Sparx called out rather excited, zipping over to his brother.
"Sparx." Spyro replied.
"About time you woke up. Me and the cheetah were about to head off without you." Sparx added.
Distracted by the arrival of Spyro Hunter and Prowlus halted their discussion and turned their attention to him.
"Do not worry, we would not have left without out. But now you are here we shall be departing soon." Hunter reassured.
"And it's about time you got cleared up buddy. Can't have my brother looking scruffy in front of the ladies. It would make me look bad." Sparx pointed out.
"I do feel cleaner and more energised. Like I could take on a hundred grublins." Spyro replied.
"Okay dude you may look fine but you still got some unusual brain activity going up there." Sparx warned.
"Sorry, ignore what I said."
"When you are ready to depart Spyro find me at the gate. Prowlus wishes to speak to you before you leave."
"Of cause Hunter. We'll head over as soon as possible." Spyro responded.
"Hunter. Remember we will need you back as soon you deposit the dragon back at your temple." Prowlus reminded.
"Of cause Prowlus." Hunter assured.
Hunter merely hummed before casually wandering over to the entrance of the village.
"Dragon, I realise I have said this to you before but you can consider yourself one of us. An honour not normally bestowed upon outsiders, let alone to dragons. But you have proven yourself dependable. So, you are an exception. Perhaps even the first dragon to receive it. Regardless you can consider us your brothers and sisters and should you ever need a place the gates of Avalar are open to you. My trust is hard to earn, but is not impossible. You have proven that. All we ask as your equals is that you restore these lands. Complete this task and you will be considered a warrior of legend."
"I don't know how I can do it. But I will try my best." Spyro said evocatively. Remembering the time Ignitus first asked Spyro to accomplish something like this.
"Of cause, you will. That's why you spent the last month wandering in circles…" Sparx mumbled.
"Good. In which case, then may the four winds blow your way. Now perhaps now you should get moving. Time does not wait for the lazy." Prowlus grunted.
"Thank you." Spyro replied.
"Farewell then." Prowlus waved before turning his focus back to the people, directing a couple of timber carriers to outside the village.
"Let's go Sparx, we don't want to keep Hunter waiting." Spyro requested.
"Alright skinny boy! Let's get this train on the track, destination; Temple!" Sparx joyfully yelled.
"Yeah, it will be good being somewhere familiar for once. Let's get going."
Spyro and Sparx strolled back over to Hunter who was waiting patiently, leaning upon one of the gate posts. They exchanged a few words before heading back onto the grass green valley plains.
For a day, they travelled, heading north east, all the way the other side of the burnt lands. However, they knew this would be a bad idea considering the many dark creatures that still resided there, along with the intense heat that brewed from the earth. So instead they headed east, veering between the gap between the border of Burnt lands and Warfang to avoid detection and through the Misty forest that stood tall and ominous behind Warfang. A thick heavy fog always hung about the place like a bad omen. However, Hunter's key survival training and knowledge of the land prevented from getting lost. Two hours later they had emerged from the other side.
The next obstacle was where both Spyro and Cynder destroyed the dam. Water still drowned the Canyon, being claimed by the ocean. The feet of the destroyer remained in place from when they stopped it temporarily, now home to a small flock of wyverns. They spent a good part of an hour or so navigating around the canyon due to Hunter's fear. This part of the journey Spyro remained quiet as emotional memories of Cynder tainted his mind.
Finally, though they reached the border of the mushroom forest…home.
"Yo Spyro dude, do you think we could finally see Mum and dad?" Sparx eagerly asked.
"I'm sure you would. Hey if you do go see them give them my regards would ya." Spyro replied.
"You're not coming?" Sparx said surprised.
"I can't, how do you think they would react if I told them the truth, if they haven't learnt already. I just can't Sparx, not yet." Spyro countered solemnly.
"Dude mom and pa doesn't care what you think you did. You saved the world man, and brother to brother I know that they would always love you."
"Sparx is right Spyro." Hunter added.
"Of cause I am…I'm Sparx and I'm never wrong." Sparx reassured.
"I'm sure your parents would be simply glad to know their own sons are safe and sound." Hunter sincerely said.
"Yeah man, mom would pull her hair out if you didn't come, and it wouldn't be the same without you. Come on Spyro."
"I guess they would be worried for us…Alright, I'll go." Spyro sighed heavily.
"Alright!" Sparx cheered triumphantly.
They marched on through the mushroom forest, or more specifically over the top of it (due to much of the forest floor being smothered in that strange liquid). Plus, the endless amounts frog weeds and generally you could see much further around (excluding the dark the clouds overcast).
Eventually though…they arrived. Home sweet home. Much of the temple lain in ruin. Ruptured and cracked from Malefor's malice. Huge chunks missing from when he levitated it all into the air as his domain. Despite this the balcony, long since hidden from sight despite its raised stature remained strong and intact, and so had the segments deeper within Spyro shortly lived in, training under the arts of the guardians. But surely nothing could still live here? But however, there was still signs of life. Torches placed on special holders lit up the gloomy section as they stood before the new entrance.
"Why do I feel…happy to be here?" Spyro asked aloud.
"It's called nostalgia bro, your home." Sparx answered.
"Home…" Spyro murmured dreamily to himself. Though the swamps were his true home he always felt out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the smaller dragonflies. But here he did feel at ease.
"Come on, let's get inside out of all this gloom and doom of the weather. I'm hoping they got some proper grub for us…" Sparx chirped.
"Do you always think about food?" Spyro laughed. He turned to find the cheetah heading in the opposite direction. "Wait! Hunter where are you going?" Spyro asked confused.
"My journey here has ended, and I swore to Prowlus I would return once I returned you here Spyro. Do not worry, I would not simply abandon you if I felt you were still in danger." Hunter guaranteed.
"Oh…okay. Well I guess then thank you for all you have done for us. You really saved us this time Hunter." Spyro grinned.
"No need, I was just doing what was needed to be done. I bid you farewell Spyro and Sparx. I'm sure this will not be the last time we meet." With that Hunter bounds off into the thicket of mushrooms.
"Woah, Cheetah man does not like sitting still for a moment does he, aye Spyro? Surely there must be times he stays in one place." Sparx joked.
"Cut it out Sparx, you heard him, he needed to go." Spyro said turning around and padding his way through the entrance.
"Really dude, you're no fun. You're always Mr serious…" Sparx grumbled, hovering after his purple brother.
They both entered a short hallway, a Giant bright red set of double door with a white pulsing light stood in their way.
"So how do we get in Bro?" Sparx asked.
"I think I just do this?" Spyro asked, placing his right paw on the hard wood.
In response, the door shook, dust fell from the ceiling around.
"Erm dude I think that door was booby trapped!" Sparx squeaked, dashing his eyes all over the ceiling.
The door creaked open, slowly opening allowing the duo to peer into large circle room. They were immediately greeted by a nervous mole brandishing a sword pointed at the purple dragon's throat.
"Wow easy there, it's only me. Spyro."
"Phew, talk about a heated reception." Sparx nervously laughed.
"Spyro?" It then dawned on them they had just threatened the legendary purple dragon.
"Oh, please forgive me master Spyro, please I didn't realise it was you." The mole squeaked, dropping down to his knees and bowing at Spyro, completely in shock of the dragon's sudden appearance.
"It's- It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you." Spyro answered baffled.
"Different Purple dragon boy." Sparx said unhelpfully.
"Yo-you're not? The mole asked cautiously, peaking upwards but holding a nervous stutter.
"No, why would I?" Spyro still replied feeling rather awkward
The mole hastily wobbled back to his feet in the vain effort to look presentable and forget this little incident never happened.
"Well it's just with…well with all the…never mind. I'll just go and fetch Master Volteer and Cyril, if you wouldn't mind waiting here… away from me." The mole suggested, still on edge, he hurried to the left room.
"Okay…" Spyro replied nervous. He and Sparx stepped into the centre so they could gaze upon the surroundings.
"Woah. Was I the only one who thought that was weird? Tell me you felt it bro."
The mole hurried off into the room to the left. This gave Spyro opportunity to have a look around, and a lot of it looked remarkably the same, yet a lot had been done to improve or repair the temple, new rooms. Banners flying colours of the four basic elements still held on proudly. A single chair and table holding a metal cup was immediately to Spyro's right, presumably the Mole's post. Opposite Spyro laid a room adorned with tables and chairs along with several small beds at the very back, most likely where the moles eat and sleep, there were a few moles sitting and talking, but otherwise ignoring Spyro. To the left the dragon dormitories, or they used to be. Spyro recognises it very well, however it looked to of been to transformed into a training room, as various mole sized weapons adorned the play as well as straw and a few fighting dummies. Beyond that room was the dragon bedrooms, as each dragon had received their own room (with the few exceptions of shared rooms for the guardians or younger dragons of Spyro's age). There were a few moles patrolling about up and down the corridor. Back in the combat room Spyro could see another room leading off, filled to the brim with unusual equipment and books. Spyro presumed it was some sort of experimental room Volteer used for his many experiments. Back to the entrance room, to the right of Spyro the meeting room still stood, Vision pool in middle and all. Maybe the temple was all damaged but simply repaired? Spyro had seen how quickly moles repair structures so it wouldn't be hard to believe they could do something like this.
Beyond that room though the door was sealed. Spyro knew what room it was – the old training room, but regardless it got Spyro's curiosity going. Why were all the other rooms unblocked but that one wasn't? Spyro didn't have time to think when the same mole came hurrying back, out of breath and wheezing but still something important to say.
"Master…Volteer and Cyril…will be along shortly." He wheezed before heading back to his seat and taking a nice long drink of wine from his cup.
Spyro waited patiently, staring down the dormitory corridor. By now Spyro's presence had aroused suspicions of various moles, a couple of young male dragons Spyro's aged and even a couple of female dragonflies.
Sure enough, the far end of the dormitories Volteer and Cyril emerged from opposing rooms. They then set on a slow brisk pace towards him, accompanied by a couple of armed moles. A few moments later the towering stature of Volteer and Cyril loomed over the dragon and dragonfly.
"Master Spyro? How in the realms did you manage to find this place?" Cyril asked, evaluating the dragon to make sure it was him.
"Hunter guided me here, saying there was a place for me here." Spyro explained.
"Did he now? Regardless I find your presence here most reassuring. Come now, let us leave these rabbles behind and discuss these matters further in privacy, shall we?"
"Your unpreceded arrival has most unfathomably baffled, puzzled, perplexed the majority of us. We haven't been obligated from young Hunter in many a multitude of days."
"Of cause Masters." Spyro quickly repeated. Spyro noticed a bit of stiffness on the dragons. Well not on Volteer but on Cyril, like he was on alert. "What is going on…?" Spyro thought.
"Well while you three do that, I'm gonna head over to the mess hall." Sparx said, zipping off.
"Well riddance of an annoyance…" Cyril quietly spoke. "But come now my boy, you surely must enlighten us on your journey, we have much to catch up on."
The three dragons and two moles proceeded into the Pool of visions room, where the strange green liquid still sat undisturbed, waiting to be used.
The doors closed behind them as the moles assumed positions at two of the sandstone pillars, obvious signs of Mole architect at work.
"Now we are in complete silence. Why not tell of your exploits across the lands, your name has been on the wind like a leaf.
"All this anticipation of audibly hearing the account of Spyro is making me shudder Cyril." Volteer eagerly spoke.
"Yes, yes but calm down Volteer. You're running your tongue off again." Cyril replied. Spyro had noticed how both dragons seem to be closer, less bickering and generally less hostile to each other. Maybe since Ignitus and Terrador are gone they only had each other to rely on. "Now Spyro, why not tell your tale from the start? Then we can proceed about arranging some bedding for you perhaps?" Cyril suggested.
"That would be nice thank you." Spyro said. Keenly wanting to sleep somewhere where he didn't have to constant watch his back.
"Then on with it Spyro. I am most certainly, positively, undoubtfully inquisitive of your entailments and expeditions." Volteer added.
"I will tell to the best of my memories master Volteer."
Spyro begun his tale of his month-long endeavour, from the many times he went in circles, the escapes he has had from the other dragons, all the way to his encounter with the Sentinels, meeting Hunter and finally the raid on the village. However, Spyro's interest was piqued at their reaction at the mention of Umbrafor. So Spyro kept that in mind until after the after the story and he had a chance to speak.
"So, that is how I ended up here with Hunter and Sparx. That is all." Spyro finished, exhausted at recollecting the events.
"Quite the story then."
"I noticed you two wince at the mention of Umbrafor, do you know him?" Spyro asked.
"His name is a disgrace to the Guardians. For one he didn't believe in the prophecy of the noble purple dragon and instead descended into trying to convincing us of the useless possibilities of 'breeding' the perfect army. Those dragon eggs were meant to keep the glorious species of dragons alive, not for war. And so, when he did not get his way he ranted on how he should've been the 'righteous' leader. Humph, nonsense good riddance." Cyril said, sticking his nose up.
"I'm sorry but that doesn't answer my questions." Spyro still asked.
"He was once…once I tell you and no more the Guardian of wind. An admittedly noble element spoilt by his presence alone." Cyril replied bitterly.
"But why was he thrown out?" Spyro asked.
"Fifteen years ago, he tried corrupting your egg for his own diabolical needs. And on top of that saying how we should use our titles and natural power to vanquish the realm of filth. He was saying how he alone had attained a new level and that he was tasked of deciding the fates of others. Pompous nonsense from an arrogant dragon. But we guardians may be powerful, me especially but we are not tyrants by any means. So naturally and rightly we banished him and tore down any hint or memory of his role placement amongst us higher beings of guardianship."
"Oh…"
"Ooh, indeed he is a troublesome foolhardy conundrum, ooh the very name that ridiculous, outrageous hullabalooing imbecile makes me want to-" Volteer waffled.
"Yes Volteer, we understand. But the point is that fool deserted his duties in favour of a more ludicrous role, dishonouring his title as guardian us as a species." Cyril added.
"Okay. And what about the Sentinels?" Spyro asked.
"Undignified swine. They follow Umbrafor like a mutt, their Emerald squad being the exception from what we have but still they are nothing but trouble. But I think we are have talked long enough young one. You have told all we needed are you are well due for a rest my young chap, as we about to go for ourselves."
"Yeah actually. I could go for a rest, I am tired." Spyro admitted, taking a small yawn.
"Very well your room is on the very end, we made sure to reserve it in case you did ever arise here, and we already have a surprise for you there. You may proceed there now."
"One last thing Master Cyril, Volteer…Is Cynder here?" Spyro said, there was a hint of desperation in his tone.
"Cynder? She perished a long time ago did she not. A tragic loss but we must manage without I'm afraid. So no, she isn't here, but we do have other females deemed worthy of someone like yourself. I may even recommend my own cousin Grace? She is a fine dragoness, nobility and beauty only known from our lineage and she has an eye for you Spyro. If I was you I would take the time to talk to her, get to know her. And you have my permission. Only a dragon as noble as you have the honour to court her." Cyril said enticingly.
"Or you could stop listening to the arrogance of a simpleton and listen vividly to the intellectually superior and take my advice. My brilliant sophisticated incomprehensibly dazzling student that is adaptable to any situation no matter how dire. She is also a stunning streak of beauty unrivalled is all the entire apocalyptic world." Volteer babbled on.
"I appreciate the offer but I've got too much on my mind. I'm still trying to figure out how to restore the world. And Cynder is the only one who could keep up with me like that."
"Spyro, I will be honest my boy. I think it's time for you to finally relax, you do not need to do anymore. You have accomplished your destiny and there is now no need for heroes anymore; no more training, no more fighting, you can live the rest of your life here in peace with practically any female you feel your heart calling for. You do not have to feel like you have to search for any answers, not anymore." Cyril said confidently.
Though something in his voice sparked Spyro's suspicion, like he was trying to hint or covertly persuade Spyro into something else that Spyro would otherwise not go for himself. Spyro decided to go with it, he trusted the guardians to allow them to guide him. However, he also could not take it easy. Not yet, not until he has found both Cynder and a cure. But he decided to go along with it.
"But…I can't just stand by. I got to do something."
"On the contrary Spyro we believe now it would be best you didn't do anything, instead why not just take it easy and let us handle the rest. You have had a rough last month so naturally you are tired my lad, and that can affect a dragon's thinking. Isn't that right Volteer?" Cyril insisted.
"Yes. It's no puzzle of the mind that continuous-" Volteer went to explain.
"Yes, Volteer we get it. I only wanted confirmation and we got it thank you."
"I'll give it some thought." Spyro sighed, there was no convincing the guardians right now.
"That's all we ask for. Now go on. We will have the moles bring you some food in the morning."
"Thanks. Something about them is not adding up, it's like they are more tense than usual around me. I mean they know she is my best friend and so naturally I would be looking for her. But why would they want to try and stop me. Unless they know something!" Spyro suddenly realised.
"You may leave but I recommend you head directly to your room. It would be best."
Spyro just looked at them weirdly. But decided not to say anything else. Instead the door opened behind him as he proceeded towards it in his usual paced walk. "I bet Sparx is having a better time."
Spyro was muddling these things over in his mind when he noticed the guards standing edgily either side of him. Spyro gave the guardians a second glance of confusion.
"It is for your personal safety. That is all." Cyril assured.
"Safety? From what. And besides, I can fight to protect myself." Spyro replied.
"And I'm sure you could. But just in case, since you've arrived you have become our top priority and must be protected in all regards Spyro."
"Cyril. Do you not think this is going absolutely over the top?" Volteer pointed out. He and Cyril had prepared for Spyro's arrival but this was not in the plan.
"What are you saying? Spyro is our honorary hero and friend and as such needs protection, it's a simple matter. He has no need to fight anymore, it was also simply an inconsiderate series of events plagued upon us by the distasteful Malefor which unfortunately sent our friend to fight a battle we should never have had in the first place. But of cause, he will have his privacy when he sees fit in his dormitory. Though I doubt he will be having any of that tonight after our surprise. However anywhere outside of the bedroom you will be escorted by the guards who are on a six-hour shift each."
"Cyril, you blathering unarticulated fool, this is simply crossing the explicit boundaries we had set."
"Oh, hush you thundering lizard. I am simply taking the same measurements Ignitus would've taken. Now Spyro on you go my boy, wouldn't want to keep the gem of the tundra Grace waiting, now would we? Go on."
Spyro decided he had enough weirdness for one evening. That was even weirder than some of Sparx's top moments. Feeling a little awkward with the guards following him every single step. He was always used to getting unusual looks back when he thought he was a dragonfly, but most of the time he would just keep low and stay out of sight. Kind of hard when you are world-famous and followed by two moles. He was glad however they were there when a couple of other moles came charging over like little furry cannonballs bawling over to get an autograph or something, and Spyro really wasn't in the mood the sleep, he even felt like skipping the introductions of the two girls until morning. The two mole guards and intercepted the two fans, spreading their little black arms to prevent them from crossing.
Spyro took this an opportunity to get into the dragon quarters undisturbed. So quickly skipping across the training hall, moles in pursuit Spyro dashed across and hurried into the dragon sleeping chambers. He entered the doorway where several rooms lined the entire corridor. Sealed doors kept unwanted guests out when needed and simply provided much needed privacy.
"Your room is this way Master Spyro, right at the end, on the left of the guardians' rooms. And may I recommend you go easy on them." The mole on his right snickered. clearly much more relaxed than his fellow guard.
"Thank you." Spyro replied, padding over to the door far opposite, passing many other bedrooms. "There must be dozens of these rooms…how many dragons stay here?" Spyro got an indication when a medium sized earth dragoness passed with her two young hatchlings.
Eventually though Spyro reached through the seemingly expansive hallway. Another door stood looming before him so like before Spyro placed his claw on the door. By now both moles had taken up position either side of the door, almost showing off their discipline.
"At least I will have some privacy now, Sparx will come when he needs to do." Spyro thought, wondering into the room.
"Cyril, you obnoxious oesophagus, Ignitus specifically foretold the two of us that nothing will occur from the predicament of Spyro. So, will you stop parading like this. You'll only destabilise the mentality of our friend with your incoherent mumblings and wild suggestions and allow the boy some more liberty." Volteer rambled.
"Will you let me explain my actions you tongue cheek barbarian. It is not Spyro that worries me much. I am trying to deter our young friend from exploring and instead restore the childhood he was barbarically robbed from." Cyril argued back.
"By forcibly linking him up to a substitute who by the way is as pompous as you?" Volteer babbled back.
"A bit hypocritical, isn't it? Considering you played along in the charade?" Cyril smartly replied.
"Only because Spyro deserves the absolute top of the line brilliant of dragonesses. Not some distant cousin of a pompous nitwit. Who only wants Spyro to further boost that peaked ego of yours." Volteer kept on.
"Will you silence that wiggling spurting mouth of yours and listen for me for a moment. The measures I take are only to ensure the safety of the boy nothing more. I admit they are desperate, a characteristic I would never describe myself as but desperate times do call for desperate measure…" Cyril said grimly. Notably getting gloomier.
"What in Malefor's could be so bad, fanatical, ominous for you to force our friend into a corner like this." Volteer bellowed out.
Cyril's tone darkened as all notion of arrogance dripped out. "She's coming…"
"Who is?" Volteer asked sceptically.
"Her… I had just received a letter two days ago."
"Im-Impossible…let me see." Volteer hastily beckoned, upon realising who he meant.
Without hesitation Cyril handed the bright yellow dragon a scroll, and simply his mouthed dropped as the impossible became possible.
"But…but surely it cannot have been fifty years already? Can it Cyril." Volteer said almost speechless.
"I'm afraid so my friend, I dreaded this day would never come. Now you see why we must hide Spyro? He does not yet know of their existence and they don't know his. We must ensure she doesn't find Spyro or hear anything of him. That is why I am taking the precautions I am. We need to do everything we can to convince him to stay put until the danger passes, but also without alerting our young friend until after the 'visit'. I have already notified the guards of impending mess."
"How on earth are we meant to deal with all this at once Cyril. It is physically impossible with only two of us."
"I'm not sure…but we must." Cyril whispered. "Let us go through… we have five days before she arrives then she will be off, but until then we need to hold on. Remember, it's only twenty younglings at the expense of the entire dragon race."
"But Cyril…we need those twenty younglings. Without them the probabilities of our species surviving here decrease even more significantly if we were to lose the remaining dragons of Spyro's generation. We simply cannot afford that right now." Was Volteer's last words as both dragons exit the room.
Left on the floor was the opened scroll, and clearly marked at the bottom, unmissable. Was a blood signature, an X, of the dragoness who sent the letter. So simple…so effective.
The door resealed behind him. He was looking forward to some much-needed sleep. The room was simple enough, if of an exquisite taste. Purple banners hung around the edges of the door, along with four other banners representing the four core elements in different corners of the circular room. An oak table and bench was tucked away to the side for means such as Spyro meals. In the centre was what Spyro was looking forward…his bed. Dry soft straw tucked neatly in a pile.
But to his dismay and mild confusion two beautiful dragonesses posed themselves on the bed. Gazing seductively at him.
"He finally arrives. Our knight in shining armour." The yellow female cooed. Slowly raising to her feet and strutting over circling and examining.
Meanwhile the light blue female with pure sapphire eyes begun sliding her tail down his neck.
"Oh, feel those muscles…so strong, and handsome. I truly believe the legends had been under exaggerating how handsome you really are. You'll will do nicely…perhaps give us the adventure we were hoping for." She whispered in his ear.
Spyro begun feeling hot under the collar but had no idea why. He had no clue what they were talking about. "What adventure?" Spyro wondered. If had met some people act strangely around him but this took the biscuit.
"I may be behaved other times…but tonight, I want you to take my innocence. Just you and me Spyro. Come and take me, tonight I am yours for you to do whatever you want. If you catch my meaning." She ushered.
"Why take her when you can have a dragoness of real beauty. Just take one look, and try and tell me you don't want all this. And don't worry, I can keep going all night if need to sweetheart." She added. Sneaking in a small kiss on his neck.
Spyro nervously took his neck away slightly, but still didn't speak. Admittedly they were both beautiful, but they were a bit barmy.
"The silent type? Don't worry sugar you don't need to speak, let me do the talking and you do the pushing. Just take me…" Eliza, the electric female whispered.
Finally, Spyro spoke, just wanting to get out of the awkwardness.
"I... I have no idea what you're talking about…" Spyro admitted.
Both dragonesses were taken back slightly by this, but this only fuelled their desires…
"First timer hmm? That makes two of us. We'll teach you, but you better not disappoint. Oh, who am I kidding I doubt you could." Eliza said, finally getting impatient. She started nudging Spyro across with her head and neck, each touch of Spyro arousing her more and more. Grace was also closing in. Spyro edged further and further back, closer to his soft bed, yet closer to the girls' desires…
The purple dragon tripped over his tail and landed on his back on the bed.
"Oh smooth…" Grace commented eagerly, her 'hunger' getting more unfulfilled… Before Spyro could react, Eliza was already at top of him, pinning him to his bed, ironically the one place he didn't want to be right now.
"Tonight, I lose my virginity to the one true male who matters to me." Grace purred, climbing to his side, filling the rest of the already squashed bed. At this point Spyro felt very hot under the collar, even slightly aroused yet he didn't know why or understood the feeling, the only other person he felt like this around was Cynder… His brained was being kicked into overtime.
"Virginity…where have I had before?" Spyro thought quickly. He then remembered the time his dragonfly parents talking to him about virginity, the birds and the bees and how once a dragonfly has mated their mated for life. Then he realised.
"Don't resist Spyro…just do me already, do me like it's the last day on this realm." Eliza pleaded, horny beyond belief at this point.
"No…do me first! Grace beckoned, trying to climb atop of Spyro as well.
"No, please just get off me." Spyro tried to squirm out of their grip.
"Don't resist! I need you Spyro, I need you to satisfy me, only you are worthy enough for me." Eliza cried, trying to tighten her grip on him.
"Get off me." Spyro mumbled. He managed to work a claw free and start pushing the desperate female off. One final push and Eliza snapped off like a clip, rolling backgrounds onto the floor.
"Oh, thank you Spyro!" Grace cried, using this opportunity to get onto Spyro herself. However, Spyro wasn't having any of it. They were forcibly trying to make Spyro one of their permanent mates, and until she was found Spyro would not take anyone else. Spyro was this close to losing his chance with Cynder but he was glad he got his bearing he could regret anything. Now at least he knew what he about to get into if this situation ever arises again.
He rolled to his left where Grace, now unsupported fell with a flump onto the bed.
Now free Spyro quickly got to his feet and put distance between his and the females.
"I'm sorry…but…I just can't…If I were to mate with you…that would make me your permanent mate." Spyro said, he was ashamed he had to reject them like this but it to him this was just undignified for both them and he.
"What's wrong Spyro, did we come on too strong? We could slow down…do it your way." Grace pleaded, trying to salvage the situation. She was madly in love with Spyro, and ever since she admitted this to Cyril he had been trying to coax these feelings, make them grow. And the only way for her and Spyro to be together is if they were to mate.
"No…it's just that I already got a girl, someone I'm saving this for someone else…I'm sorry okay. But you're going to have to find someone else. Someone else better than me who can give you what you want. I'm just not that kind of dragon." Spyro admitted.
"Well where is she then? I don't remember seeing you with any girl." Grace said, getting over he desires for now and instead feeling affronted.
"I…I'm looking for her." Spyro said, lowering his head to the floor. Ancestors he really missed her…
"Oh, you're looking for her? Looking for the perfect girl now are we. Well sorry to disappoint Mr high-expectations but I'm the best here. So, get used to. You're lucky I'm still feeling horny, and still desire you... Perhaps we can still make this a night to remember. Come here." Grace said more forcibly.
Eliza tried looking at her friend, shaking her head slightly, pointing out this was a no-go area. But her friend wasn't listening or even looking, she was determined to get her way and make Spyro her mate. Such as strong dragon would be great for her 'desires' and being mated to the purple dragon would only bolster her reputation amongst the dragons here.
"No. I mean there is someone out there, someone special to me that I'm trying to find." Spyro tried reasoning.
Grace almost stomped over and stared Spyro in the eye. "Oh, yeah and who might she be?"
"Grace…don't, you'll only regret it." Eliza panicked, as fear overcame her desires. She rushed over and tried to tug her friend away to no avail.
"It's Cynder…" Spyro meekly replied.
"Cynder?!" Grace asked surprised in an almost mocking tone.
"Now you've blown it Grace…" Eliza whispered sadly, intelligent enough to figure what is going to happen next.
"What in Malefor's name do you see in that skank? She's a puppet, an outcast and a murderer. And despite her looks she has nothing on the likes of me. So, what in bloody hell's name has she got I don't?" Grace yelled.
Spyro's brow lowered, people can insult or abuse him for who he is. He deserved it. But Cynder…No one not even Sparx says her name in such as manner.
"How can you say such a thing? You don't even know what she has been through. It wasn't her fault what happened." Spyro hissed.
"I don't need to know. She is a killer and a bitch. Now come on. Tonight, we mate, then tomorrow we clean that messed-up head of yours. I can't wait to show everyone my new mate hehe."
"Get out…" Spyro hissed.
"Oh, stop over-reacting. You're only saying that because the truth hurts…Who am I kidding, tonight is going to be terrible, I'm not even feeling like having it right now but I need to. It will be worth it in the end." Grace rolled her eyes.
"Get out both of you! Now!" Spyro roared in such that Grace stood shocked. Eliza expected something like this but winced regardless. A light black aura emitted faintly from him, and although no one noticed but it was still there. Both dragonesses decided now was a good time to go, they had blown their chances. So, they scampered away fearful of the purple dragon's fury. The door slid open as both dragonesses bolted out leaving two rather baffled moles to hurry back into the bedroom swords drawn.
"What in Mason's name is going on." One of them asked.
"I'm sorry…they simply upset me." Spyro numbly replied.
"Sigh…you know laddie, the guardians are not gonna like this after asking those two to do this."
"Wait? The guardians put those two up to it?" Spyro asked suspiciously.
"Oh yes. Most girls here would not hesitate in being your mate. Especially those two so the guardians put them up to the task."
"Bu-But why would they do that?"
"To get your mind off Cynder. They believe that is the cause of your depression. But I understand, they must've come on too strong. In my opinion laddie you did the right thing. What they did wasn't Love, it was sexual deprivation. Trust me, I waited my time and look at me now. A loving wife and two children to my name. Just keep patient. And because of that we don't think any less of ya." The mole admitted.
It felt odd talking about such a touchy subject with one of the moles. But it was also refreshing, the mole understood where Spyro was coming from…Kind of. "Thanks."
"Don't sweat it kiddo, just get some rest. Well make sure no one disturbs ya."
"Thank you." Spyro nodded. "If a dragonfly by the name of Sparx comes though let him in. He's good."
"Of cause Master Spyro." The mole nodded. "Come along now Chisel, nothing to worry about here."
"Okay Cobble." The other mole answered. They both turn and sheathe their weapons once more. Leaving the tense less room and resealing the room behind them. Giving the dragon some much relished peace and quiet. Whether Spyro noticed or not he did have the girls to thank, they have refuelled his ambition to find Cynder. Because although Spyro hated to admit it, the more people who asked, the more he begun believing he should just give up. But not anymore.
Spyro then had a random thought.
"Maybe the pool of visions could give me some insight!" He thought Eagerly. "I'll have a check tomorrow."
He padded back over to the bed and laid his head down for some much-needed rest. He has been through a lot physically and mentally. But today marks the end of a second day of turning over a new leaf.
Meanwhile.
"Okay ladies' tomorrow night I promise okay. But tonight, this awesome dragonfly is beat and needs his beauty sleep." Sparx waved as a couple of perky ladies' giggle and wave back.
Sparx decided now was a good time retrieve his brother and call it a night. "Phew these ladies here are more than a handful…not that I mind of cause."
"Yo Bro you here?" Sparx asked, zipping about the place like a miniature sun.
No reply. He then wondered over the pool of visions room, the last place he had seen his brother.
"Yoo hoo? Brother of mine?" Sparx asked, even though there was clearly no one here. He hovered further in. The entire room was deserted, not a single living soul.
Sparx decided he was bored so he was just going to find somewhere else to sleep with or without his brother. That was until he could hear a female's voice deeper within, behind the door that led into the other room.
"Halloo?" He called out. He hovered over to the door and planted his ear on the door. And sure, there was a voice. Silently the door slid open, surprising the dragonfly. He fluttered in and sure enough the closer he got the louder the voice got. Right in front of him though stood the great statue, the representation of Malefor in its moss-covered glory. Or Evilness depending on how you view it of cause. Sparx hovered around the edge of it, making his way to the other room.
What beheld him was Grace the dragoness from earlier. But what was strange was she was speaking into some strange object. It was gold ring with a tiny red crystal was embedded into it. The dragonfly flattened himself against the statue out of sight, but he could clearly make out what they were saying now though.
"I'm sorry Master…but I tried but Spyro won't fall for it. He is still too hung up on Cynder."
"Is that so?" A voice evil and menacing, like he had eaten a brick croaked from the crystal. "Then you know what to do."
"Are you sure there is no other way?" Grace asked.
"Of cause not. We tried it through your methods but obviously, they failed. Now we do it my way…"
"But Master…"
"No buts, you want your revenge on the dragon?" The voice asked.
"Well yes but…"
"And didn't Spyro cause the deaths of your parents." The voice continued persuading.
"Yes, he did…" Grace replied bitterly.
"And wouldn't you do anything for revenge?" the voice taunted.
"Of cause, I would do anything."
"Remember, do this and you will have avenged your parents. It's an eye for an eye world now."
"…Of cause…how could I forget that. Don't worry master it will be done."
"Good, we need to be able to push him over the edge…and one final thing. I will not contact you for the next few days. They mustn't find any evidence of my existence."
"Very well…until next time master." Grace said darkly, she picked up the ring and placed it back on her finger. Though it fitted more like a bracelet because of its size, clearly meant for adult dragons. although dragons weren't known to adorn themselves in jewellery a ring of this size was very easy to overlook.
Sparx, highly sceptical decided now was a good time to make his escape. So, glancing once to make the cost is clear he streaked out of his hiding place and rushed for the door.
Snap! A pair of sky blue talons snapped closed around the dragonfly like a bear trap.
"Got you!" Grace evilly grinned. She then peaked into her talons like she held a secret. Or in this case she held something that itself held a creature. "I'm sorry little guy but no one can know of what I'm doing."
"Let me go you rather sexy dragon. Or my brother will come and kick your rather nice ass." Sparx tried sounding fierce.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, literally…"
"If you don't let me go I will….do something! I don't know what yet but you get the idea." Sparx squeaked,
"Oh, shut it…Hang on, aren't you the little annoying dragonfly that Spyro cares deeply for?"
"Maybe…possibly. I don't know. I think so? What's it to you?"
"Oh, this is even better than I hoped for…Wonderfully even. You sir have fitted in the final piece of the puzzle."
"Oh dear…"
Phew…what a long chapter. I swear they keep getting longer. But sorry this one took longer to make than others. A mix of things at home has kept me from continuously making these ): However, I'm trying my best to work on this when I can and I hope the quality is still there.
Back to the chapter though. What has Grace got planned, and who is the person from the ring and the letter. Could they be the same person?! And what will Spyro see in the Pool of visions next chapter?
I would like to say a big thank you to all those who have stuck this long with me and those who have recently joint. This all means a lot and is a big factor in what is keeping me motivated to write. But for those who haven't done the above then why not consider it? It all means a lot to myself and the story and is what progresses it forward.
Until then farewell my friends. A lot will happen next chapter.