The Legend of SPYRO:

Malefor's Curse

Chapter two:

Rain

"How much further?" Sparx groaned as he spotted the dark clouds lingering ahead.

"We're getting close Sparx, just like the last time you asked." Cynder replied, flapping her wings in a powerful beat to keep herself airborne. Her side was aching from their battle against the Dark Master after he slammed her and Spyro into the wall as they fell into the world's core.

Spyro flapped his wings and slightly nodded his head despite being lost in thought. A depressing cloud loomed overhead as the weight of the moisture inside became too much for the cloud to bear. The trio jumped when an incredible bang rang about them, followed by a heavy downpour.

"We need to get out of this weather! This way!" Spyro called before going into a dive with Cynder and Sparx in pursuit.

They entered a lush green forest, landing just beside a crystal-clear river but they had no time to admire the scenery as they headed into a crevice in the nearby mountain wall. Spyro limped over to the wall and gently laid down but he leaned on his bad paw and crashed with a heavy thud and grunt.

"How badly are you hurt?" He huffed and looked up at her.

"I'll be fine until we reach Warfang, until then, I'll manage. Are you okay?" She nodded.

"I'm fine."

"So no one asks if I'm okay?" They rolled their eyes in unison before looking at Sparx.

"Are you okay Sparx?" Spyro asked and he shrugged.

"No, really, I'm fine guys, really!"

Spyro shuddered. The cold did help with his paw but his open wounds started to sting. He sighed before spitting a flame into the centre of the area. Cynder looked at him.

Was he…turning….pinkish?

She trotted over, anxiety building in her chest.

"Spyro, are you sure you're okay?" He slowly nodded but his body was shivering violently. She lifted a paw and gently placed it on the side of his neck.

"Cynder, I'm fine…" She frowned.

"No, no you're not. You're burning up and your scales have changed."

"She's right, you look like a strawberry."

"Sparx!" He held up his hands and backed away a bit.

"What? I'm just being honest." She blinked, looking out the crevice they had just squeezed through to get into this opening. Even from here, the sound of rain pouring down was deafening. If she tried to fly out for help, she'd only get sick too.

Unfortunately she had to get a headache at that moment as Spyro collapsed.

"Hey Cynder, you're looking a bit hot yourself." She looked over at Sparx.

"What?"

"You're going red too." She looked down at her scales. The black was now a deep burgundy. She coughed as her vision spun. Her head fell to the side as she passed out too. Sparx jumped, looking at the two hopelessly.

"Now what do I do?" He looked between them, trying to figure out a plan. A shadow approached them.

"Are they alright?" A voice asked as Sparx shot behind the unconscious Spyro.

"Whoa! What?"

A small dragon stood off to the corner. She had pale blue scales with a bring purple mane and white wings with a pink belly. Her eyes were also purple. She was the same age as when Spyro first found out he wasn't a bug.

"They don't look too good." Sparx blinked.

"Why's a kid here?" The dragoness blinked.

"I live here. Why are you here?" The dragonfly explained the storm and the fact that the legendary purple dragon…was the one passed out in front of her.

"So who are you?" The Dragon blinked, tilting her head, making her mane fall over the side of her face.

"I'm Frosteine but everyone calls me Frostie." The dragonfly hovered over.

"Frostie? Can you help at all? I'd carry them to a healer but you know, they're heavy, especially the purple one." Frostie chuckled.

"I'll find the Shaman Sparkles." He turned slightly red.

"It's Sparx. Should you find the She-man?"

Frostie burst into laughter as she wondered off around the corner.

He watched the strange blue dragon vanish around the corner. Spyro groaned before his eyelids open slightly, his eye visible only for a second as it rolled into the back of his head in a fitful sleep.

Almost an hour passed before Frostie returned with a feline in a hooded cloak. Instead of the cheetahs, like Sparx knew, this creature was completely black except for the bright yellow eyes. He shivered from the unnatural look about them.

"The purple dragon?" He pointed and the black feline crouched beside the two dragons, resting a hand on both of their necks. The feline placed a strange leaf on their necks before checking the bottoms, which turned a sickly yellow and withered away.

"What's wrong with them Midnight?" Frostie asked as the feline looked at her.

"They're both exhausted which let the infection get in easier and the cold has severe damage to their open wounds. We need to take them to the village."

The two Cheetahs behind them stepped forward and picked up the two limp dragons before heading off deeper into the cave.

End Chapter

So sorry this took forever, I hate writer's block and the internet went down, plus the weather made it impossible for my aircard to connect. Grr, anyway so sorry this chapters short but yes, Spyro and Cynder got sick, lucky Frosteine was there!

All characters belong to their rightful owners, I own Frosteine, Midnight and any new characters.