Chevron battle #3 (Shadow)

Spyder had been accompanied by her fiancée, Fever to the chevron. He told her he would make sure she was safe. As they landed and stared at the massive monolith, they had no idea just how wrong Fever was.

Spyder began walking, "Come on Fever, let's do this thing!" she said with a giggle. She stopped and turned to Fever. "What's the hold up? Apes in your pants?" Then she tilted her head to the side, something seemed a bit… off about Fever.

Suddenly Fever pounced on Spyder, teeth bared. However, this caught her attention less than the fact that despite his aggression, his eyes were blank, emotionless and flat.

"F-Fever?" Spyder said, Fever didn't respond, but lunged at her throat. Spyder used her shadow powers to turn to a mist and escape, Fever only got a mouthful of dirt. Spyder re-formed and Fever again lunged at her, his eyes still showing no life. Spyder didn't want to hurt him so she tried to immobilize him by taking over his body.

As her eyes glowed white, the shadows clung to Fevers body, but almost as quickly, they dispersed. "What?" She exclaimed, barely dodging Fever. As she landed, she turned and faced him. "Fever! What are you doing? Stop, now!"

Fever didn't respond or even so much as act like he even heard, just pounced again. Spyder wasn't as strong as Fever, but she was agile where he wasn't. She dropped to the ground and swept her tail under Fever, tripping him, at the same time using Fevers body as an anchor, she jumped up, her tail caught under Fever and she swung in a tight arc to land on top of him.

"Fever! Snap out of it!" She raised a paw and slapped him across the face, for just an instant, the life came back to his eyes. He looked scared, then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small pulse shoot from the chevron and hit Fever, once again, he was lost.

Fever struggled against Spyders grip, but she held him firm. It was then that Fever started to gain a red aura. Recognizing it, Spyder leapt clear just as his fury went off, incinerating the general area around him. As fast as she was, Spyder was still caught in the blast and was blown to the ground. When she tried to get up, she was greeted by the furious pain of burns on her front.

Pushing through the stabbing discomfort, Spyder looked at the situation with a sense of hopelessness, the chevrons defense was making her beloved fight to the death, how could she kill him? But if she didn't, Ōumĭ jiā would destroy everything! Her mind raced with possibilities of things she could do. She couldn't take his body, the chevron already had it… Then she remembered something Spyro had done with Cynder and told the others about.

Spyder circled Fever, who stood there with that blank look, following her. Spyder leapt at Fever, but he nimbly side-stepped her, every time she tried to touch him, he evaded. Growing angry, she reached deep inside herself and summoned her fury.

From Fevers perspective, Spyder had multiplied. James had told her about a book of sorts from the human world, where a character summoned shadow clones. This wasn't the same, they had no substance and were mere illusions, but the concept was the same.

All five of Spyder leapt as one, but then changed direction and came at Fever from different angles. Fever swept his fiery breath in a circle, each of the clones simply fading, but the real one had the time to tackle Fever to the ground. As Fever tried to angle his head to torch her, she drove it to the ground with a paw

She then thought as "loud" as she could, directing it at Fever. [Fever! Stop this! Please, I don't want to hurt you!]

Spyder was relieved and shocked when she heard him back, but it quickly turned to despair. [Spyder… I… can't control… just do it]

Spyder was taken aback by her beloved's acceptance of his fate, Fever sensed this and bucked her, in her moment of unbalance, Fever whipped around and now Spyder was the one underfoot. Tears ran down her face as she watched drool drip from Fevers jaws, as he prepared to ravage her throat. A growl escaped his mouth and he lunged

But got nothing but dirt. Spyder had remembered one of James's moves at the last moment, she had turned to a smoky vapor that hung around Fever.

[I'm not giving up on you!] Spyder yelled through her mind. Just as she started to re-form, she willed her insubstantial form to permeate Fever, the wisps of smoke slipped under his scales and his eyes turned black.

Now Spyder was in a place she had never seen, everything was fire, fire and something not quite tangible. As Spyder looked around, she saw Fever, she readied herself against attack, but it never came, Fever was in a spread-eagle position, each of his legs, wings and tail were up to the torso in seven shafts of light, but the light seemed corrupt somehow. She walked over to him. "Fever?" She looked around as her voice echoed into infinity.

Fever looked up, the fire in his eyes gone. "I can't help. I'm sorry." He let his head drop again.

She heard laughing behind her and turned to see an elder dragon behind her. It looked exactly like Fever, but older, thinner, more angled, and filled to the horns with malice.

"Who are you?" She asked, the dragon just chuckled.

"I don't know who you are, but you're not coming near Fever!"

"You don't get it yet?" The dragon said, but his voice was behind her, she turned around to face the dragon. Confusion spread through her as she turned around, the dragon was no longer where he was a moment before.

She turned back "How did you-" But her breath caught short as she saw Fever had vanished, instead the adult was imprisoned in the light, he leered at her.

"I AM fever! How do you expect to save him from himself?"

Spyder shook her head. "No, I don't believe you, where is Fever? Bring him back!"

The older laughed. "I can't bring my weak self here as you think of it, we're inside him, this is his mindscape, what his soul would look like were it a physical place. Meaning I can do anything I can imagine! How do you expect to drive me out?"

Spyder turned to face him, but the Fever she knew was once again imprisoned, she looked around for the old dragon, and turned to see his face mere inches from hers. She roared and swung out with a paw, but missed by a good 20 feet.

"You see? Reality has no hold here." The old dragon taunted.

Infuriated, Spyder opened her mouth and a jet of black flames shot out and hit her from behind. All the while the Dark Fever laughed.

As Spyder struggled to her feet, Dark Fever was grasping her by the wings, and they were falling to the ground, or the ground was moving up to meet them, in this place She couldn't tell. All Spyder knew was a dull thud, She screamed Fevers name, then nothing.

Fever watched all this with minor interest, he was held prisoner in his dark self's will, which was ironclad. But as he watched Spyder falling, he could see something around her, in this place where metaphor and thought is reality Fever could tell it was her fear. Fever had never "seen" fear before, and it frightened him. He knew that whatever he felt was a hundred times less than what Spyder felt and it ignited his inner fire again. All around him, the fire that made up this place leapt up and raged uncontrollably. Spyder screamed his name just as she hit the ground, she seemed to explode, turning into smoke.

The other intangible thing alongside the fire burst forth, blazing brighter than the fire that surrounded them, a million beams of the intangible shot out, shattering Fevers prison and he gave a defiant roar and charged his dark self, tears running down his face.

Dark Fever laughed from behind Fever, as he opened his mouth and spewed a stream of fire, Fever watched with a grim amusement from far above. "You're not the only one who can bend reality, you monster. You'll pay for slaying Spyder!"

As his rage built, the ground seemed to shake, the flames leapt higher, but were still muted by the brilliance of the intangible, which flowed like water to surround him, encasing him in a layer of it. It seeped into his skin and vanished. He walked to Dark Fever, who backed away. "What did you do?" It asked Fever opened his mouth to speak, but a voice behind him spoke first.

"That light, its love, isn't it?"

Fever turned around to see Spyder, intact. Fever rushed to her side and enveloped her in his wings, Spyder nuzzled as close to him as she could get. "Yes Spyder, my inner self is made of two things, my inner passion, and my love for you."

Dark Fever tried multiple times to attack, but each time, the intangible love flared up, driving him back, though he was the only one blinded.

Fever and Spyder turned to Dark Fever. Spyder spoke. "I know Fever, and you're not him. Look around you at Fevers core, there's no room for malice such as yours. The Chevron created you, and now we're un-making you."

Fever and Spyder opened their mouths and a jet of white and black fire erupted and twisted around each other, blending to form a current of the love that permeated Fevers being. As the blast struck the illusion, it twisted and distorted, as if it were in a kaleidoscope, then it seemed to expand like a balloon, light shooting from its eyes and mouth, and finally exploded, leaving nothing behind.

Fever looked at each other. "Let's get out of here." Fever said. Spyder nodded and they opened their eyes.

They looked around, they hadn't remembered closing their eyes, but as they took in their surroundings, they found themselves back in the real world.

Fever looked at Spyder. "Sorry for all that."

Spyder leaned over and kissed his cheek. "The only thing you have to apologize for is giving up until you thought I was dead. Never stop fighting, I didn't." Then she walked up and placed her paw on the chevrons panel. Arcs of black electricity raced into the ground and then up the chevron. It split in two from an obelisk to a massive V, the tips then bent and pointed at each other and fired bolts of black lightning, which collided and shot a black beam into the sky.

Fever looked at Spyder, who grinned. "I think we should get back now." She said. She walked up to and gave his lips one more kiss before they leapt into the sky.

Chevron battle #4 (Ice)

As Icera flew north, she had a feeling she knew where the chevron was. She put on all speed to reach it quickly.

Soon she beheld the monstrous mountain that was once her home, in another time and place. She angled upward toward the mountain. It was an arduous journey that only the foolish attempted.

She was no fool.

As she reached the base, she angled around the mountain. After an hours flight, she beheld her destination with a smirk. The northern side of the mountain was smooth and shallow, worn away by the constant ice storm blowing in from the north, the face was bowled out by the weather, creating what looked like a giant slide, it channeled all the wind up the face of the mountain, creating a massive updraft.

Icera flew straight into it, using her ice element to keep the stinging particles at bay, as soon as she hit the updraft she rocketed up the slope, the change of elevation was lost on her from the constant air pressure of the wind current.

Within minutes she had traveled ten miles into the sky, the air current was a pale blue, but as she left it and glided to the plateau of the ex-northern temple, aka. Midnight temple, the sky suddenly turned black from the lack of air. She quickly let all air out of her lungs and surrounded herself with an aura of icy air, which she let off over the course of a few minutes to allow her body to accept the low air pressure.

Looking behind her, she could see a column of blue, the air current, which folded over and sprayed life-giving air onto her from above. That air current was the only reason she could breathe at all up here. She looked around her with a sense of misery. The sky was always black from lack of oxygen, even in the middle of the day, hence the name Midnight temple.

However, that wasn't the source of her depression. Where any other person would just see ruins, she saw the house her sisters, Fira and Terra had defended the hatchlings from the Dark Masters army, and were slaughtered only after being forced to watch the hatchlings suffer.

Where someone else would see a shattered building and a pile of broken columns, she saw the entrance to the temple itself, where her mate had defended her retreat with his last breath, and fallen to the Dark master himself. This was a place of misery.

She looked around and saw the only place not ravaged by war and time, the obelisk in the center of the village, She and Sei had lived under it for two decades, waiting for him to grow strong enough to defend himself. It was this obelisk that was her destination.

When she reached there, she gazed up at it's arcane markings. She had never thought much of it. The elders before her drove in the importance of not touching this sacred object. Even when the Dark Master attacked, this site alone was spared. She wondered if he had known of it's importance as well.

As she approached, she heard laughing behind her. She turned and her eyes grew wide. The maniacal laughing stopped as the voices owner spoke.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it sister?"

Iceras face grew hard. "Byancyra" She whispered. Then her face softened and she closed her eyes, smiling. "No, you're not her. I killed her. And it felt good."

"Fool." Byancyra spat. "I was revived."

Iceras smile grew wider. "No, I don't think so. There is no way to bring a person back, it's impossible. After I thought Spyro had died with the Dark Master, I searched for weeks for a way, any way. If he had died in hell, there would have been no chance for him to escape." She opened her eyes and glared at Byancyra with a gaze icier than the air around them. "I don't know who you are, but you can't bring the dead back!"

This time it was Byancyras turn to smile. A twisted grin that sent shivers down Iceras spine. She said nothing, but lifted her paw to reveal a small orb, which she rolled to Icera. As it rolled to a stop, Icera could see through the clear orange material four dark orange stars aligned in a perfect square.

"Ōumĭ jiā brought seven of these and some old green man out of another world and used them to bring me back. This is the only one left in this world, the other six were sent back."

"Why not all seven?" Icera asked.

"So that they can't wish something that could cause a problem to Ōumĭ jiā."

"What would your mate think if he saw you now?" Icera asked.

"Idiot." Byancyra said "He'd be glad that I'm finally going to dispose of you. You and your family were a thorn in his side until the end." Byancyras smile vanished, replaced by malice. "You'll pay for taking Malefor from me!"

Byancyra raised her tail over her head in a scorpion-like fashion. Icera smiled as she dodged the electro-lasso. "Honestly, don't you have anything new?"

"How about this?" Byancyra yelled. Blue lightning shot form her body and vanished. An instant later Icera was surrounded in a dome of blue energy, which splintered into countless shards that came at her from all sides.

Icera countered by emitting a wave of icy energy in a rainbow dome that knocked aside the bolts and shoved against the electro-dome, they fought against each other for a moment, before the ice prevailed, an explosion sounded across the mountaintop, Icera flew from the smoke cloud with Byancyra in pursuit.

In the air, Byancyra tried to hit Icera with her lightning, and though it moved almost instantaneously, Icera seemed to know exactly where she would fire and evaded. Then Icera flared a wing and point-turned to face Byancyra, I beam of rainbow energy shooting from her mouth, Byancyra surrounded herself in blue energy and plowed through the attack, slamming into Icera. Both dragons froze in midair as they collided, great arcs flying off Byancyra in a conical pattern around her sister, after a moment they both flew backwards, Byancyra a few yards while Icera shot off like a bullet from a gun.

As Icera steadied herself, she looked down at Byancyra, who radiated hidden power. Something had happened, she wasn't this strong before. Icera would have to think this battle through; a contest of strength would end with her dead.

Icera angled down to a freefall, which she accelerated by flying down, soon she was rocketing towards the ground; she looked behind her to see her sister in pursuit. She grinned and angled to go off the plateau. He sister took the opposite route.

They flew around the mountain, going faster and faster with the aid of their elements, creating aerodynamic sheathes around their body, appearing as nothing more than blue and rainbow streaks forming a double helix around the mountain. Even as the mountain widened, they went faster still. Midway down Icera solidified her massive sheath into a missile of ice, and the added weight provided just enough extra speed so that when she next passed Byancyra, she broke through the sound barrier. A massive explosion ripped through the air, taking Byancyra completely off guard, at that speed; as she flinched; she flared her wings slightly, but just enough for the wind to catch them.

As her wing bones shattered, any scream that left her lips was lost in the wind, Iceras ice missile slowed from air resistance and she shattered it, slowing further still, on her next pass, they were in the air current form the north, she passed under her gyrating sister and fired an ice fury. An orb of energy so cold, it liquefied the air shot from her mouth. As the liquid oxygen hit Byancyra, she froze, her motionless body arced downward until on the icy fields far below she hit, breaking into countless pieces. Which were swept away on the wind.

As Icera made her way back to the obelisk atop the mountain, passed by where they had stood, the orange sphere was nowhere to be seen. Icera quickly put it from her mind and touched the panel. A current of rainbow energy flew up the chevron as it activated, splitting into a V and firing the energy high into the sky.