Prophecy of Blood

Chapter 2

Volkrone "Watts" Coltor was a lot like his uncle Volteer Coltor in that he was very knowledgeable. He knew about all the theories of Elemental Control, and about how they developed and who developed them. He understood Atomic Theory and what it could mean for everyone. He was definitely Volteer's nephew there, but he was also unlike his uncle in a different category, he was very, very shy. Watts could hardly speak a word to someone he didn't know, unlike his uncle who could talk a stranger's ear off.

So it shouldn't be any surprise that when Watts entered his house and saw a purple dragon and a black dragoness he froze, unable to even think. For they were Spyro and Cynder, the saviors of the world. He, to say the least, was star struck.

"Oh, hi!" Cynder said, turning to greet him. She, of course, had grown tremendously since the climatic clash with Malifor and now stood thirteen feet high, fifteen feet long, and had a wingspan of seventeen and a half feet.

"You must be Volkrone." Spyro said as he too turned around to great him. Spyro had also front during the three years since the final battle, now standing fourteen feet high, fifteen feet long, and had a wingspan of seventeen feet.

Watts stared silently at the two legendary dragons, unable to utter a syllable. "He's a little shy," His uncle, Volteer, explained, "but he can be a conversationalist given time."

"Okay," Cynder said as she and Spyro moved past him towards the door, "Well, it was nice meeting you, Volkrone."

"Yeah, see you later." Spyro said as they left.

"You could have at least said hi." Volteer said with a long sigh as Watts recovered from his shock.

"Sorry," Watts muttered, walking over to his uncle, "but I, I don't know, I just freeze up when dragons like them enter the room."

"For goodness sake, their just dragons!" Volteer exclaimed, "and you do that when any dragon you don't know enters the room, your too shy for your own good." Watts hung his head and Volteer sighed, "Sorry if I came off a bit critical there but you need to learn to talk to others. Anyway, anything interesting happen today?"

"Hmm...actual something did," Watts said, straying away from his usual answer of "nothing much", "We were in the market, and you'll never guess who showed up."

"Let's see," Volteer said, deciding to try and guess, "from the way you said that, I conclude you do not like this person, I also consider this person must have wanted a large audience, was it Tykron?"

"Spyro told you, didn't he." Watts inferred.

"Yes," Volteer said with a long sigh, "at the way he put it you'd thought Tykron had led the investigation and hunted the dragon down and apprehended him himself."

"Trust me it wasn't at all that glamorous."

"I know," Volteer said as the two dragons began towards the living room and lie down, "Spyro is very found of Tykron, and who can blame him. Half the city thinks Tykron is some sort of messiah. The dragon designs two aqueducts and a system for plumbing and suddenly he's a saint!"

"Don't forget the new new walls are by his design as well." Watts added.

"Yes, yes, and all that's good," Volteer assured, "but now Tykron seems to want to control the city, absolutely. Did you know he put in a motion today to make us, the Guardians, under the cities jurisdiction! Unbelievable, and it stands a good chance at passing! I'm starting to think he plans to usurp us."

"And to think you two used to be friends." Watts added, letting his uncle rant.

Volteer let out a long sigh, "Back before the war, he was a very good friend, but people change. But enough about that, politics is always depressing, let's her about your day at school."

"Err...not much happened." Watts said with a shrug.

***Warfang Market***

Spyro and Cynder walked along the streets of the market district as moles scrambled around with preparations for the Blood Moons festival. But the two legendary dragons paid little attention to what was happening as they walked, lost in thought. Spyro was, as usual these days, thinking about his resent appointment to general. With the war winding down, it was more of an honorary thing, but he had demonstrated great leadership and tactical ability the last few months. But he still thought he was unready. Cynder, on the other hand, was thinking of Spyro. She felt she was stuck in the "friend zone" with him. She had mustered her courage once before to confess her love, but he, with the world being torn apart and everything, hadn't heard it. Now, three years later, she still hadn't mustered the courage to say it.

"Hey, Spyro! Cynder!"

The two turned to see a yellow dragonfly fly up to them. "Sparx, what's up?" Spyro asked the little yellow insect that he considered a brother.

"Ah, not much, just out on an evening flight, how's everything for you two?"

"Fine." Spyro and Cynder said at the same time.

"How is your book coming along?" Cynder asked.

"Oh it's coming," Sparx answered. Sparx had decided, since neither Spyro nor Cynder had objected, to write down their journey from the time Ignitus found him in the swamps to the defeat of Malifor, "Actually, that's why I came, you see, I'm at the part where Spyro and I are about to..err, face you, Cynder, and I, well, needed your input."

"Okay," Cynder said with a sigh, thinking back to her time has the Terror of the Skies. It was frightening.

"Okay, let's go." Spyro said as he started to walk towards the temple.

"Err...Spyro," Cynder said, causing him to stop and turn around, "I'd rather not have, have you there. It's just, you know..."

"Okay," Spyro said, giving Cynder a sympathetic look, "I understand, you and Sparx go, I'll stay here."

"Thanks." Cynder said and she and Sparx headed towards the dragon temple.

Spyro sighed as they walked away. Cynder still wasn't completely open with him. Recently, he had started to develop feelings for the black dragoness that went beyond friendship, but he wasn't sure she felt the same way. So he remained silent, waiting for any indication that she might love him as he loved her. Spyro turned back towards the markets and walked alone among the crowd, most of which stared at him, or even worse, bowed to him.

"Hmm, fancy meeting you here Spyro." Spyro turned to the direction of the voice to see a familiar yellow dragon walking to him.

"Tykron, how are you?" Spyro said, walking towards the dragon. Tykron had, ever since the death of Ignitus, been Spyro's mentor and friend.

"I have been well." Tykron said as they began to walk together, "How about you, confessed your feelings for a certain dragoness."

Spyro blushed and shook his head. He could hear exited whispers from several young female dragons not to far off.

"To bad," Tykron said, "a beauty like her won't be available forever, you know." This statement was followed by more whispers and giggles from all nearby female dragons.

"Anyway," Spyro said, desperate to change the conversation, "I thought you were brilliant today, how could a dragon like that ever be in a position of power?"

"Politics, I'm afraid," Tykron said with a deep sigh, "once someone like that's in, it is incredibly hard to get them out."

"But I guess that's why your running for Head of the Council," Spyro said as they passed the market gate, "to clean up the arena and help rebuild."

"Yes," Tykron said, "but also to help those who have lost everything due to this devastating conflict."

"If there were more politicians like you, the word politics wouldn't have a negative connotation." Spyro said.

"Thank you Spyro," Tykron said with a smile, "Maybe you should join the political arena, you certainly have a pulse of. The needs of the people."

"No thank you," Spyro said with a laugh, "Politics isn't something I'd excel at. Anyway," Spyro continued as he looked at the setting sun, "I'd better head back before Terrador sends a search party or something, see you later."

"Till next time," Tykron said as Spyro walked off, "Oh, Spyro!" Tykron called after him. "There is an ancient tradition that, at the festival of the Blood Moons, if you love a dragoness deeply, you confess it to her on that night."

"Okay," Spyro said, getting the idea, "Thanks!"

Tykron grinned as Spyro flew off. The conversation couldn't have gone better if he'd had wrote out what Spyro was to say. And plenty of people had heard it, so that would give them something to think about when it came down to the vote. The Darkness had been right once again, why had he been so slow to trust it again. Oh well, he thought, I'm about to accomplish It's task. And I eagerly await my reward.

***Thirty-eight miles east of Warfang***

Commander Far'sy Divando, a middle-aged earth dragon with dark emerald scales and light, mud brown wings, was leading a patrol over the Corrupted Forest, the current hiding place for several ape tribes, as the sun began to set. He had on his right a young wind dragon by the name of Cyprus. He had grey scales and white wings. Cyprus was a new recruit and it was his first patrol. On Far'sy's left was a young fire dragoness by the name of Cleona. She had scales the color of scarlet and dark pink wings. She had been his wing-drake for six months now, and was pretty good in a fight. Far'sy had flown this rout several times before, and was hardly worried. If he had know what was coming, he'd have never left the barracks.

"Tighten up Cyprus!" He shouted.

"Sir yes sir!" The young wind dragon whimpered as he flew closer to the other two.

"Does anyone else feel like somethings amiss?" Cleona asked as they passed over a small river.

"No, why?" Far'sy asked.

"Well, the ape camps that were here yesterday have been abandoned." the scarlet dragoness pointed out.

"Hmm...Cyprus, stay here, Cleona, your with me." Far'sy said as he and Cleona began their decent. They landed in a small clearing to see what remained of an ape camp.

"Strange," Cleona remarked as she turned over an ape corpse, "No markings, it's almost as if he was scared to death."

Far'sy inspected what had once been the chief and saw that its face had been burned by acid. "I don't like this, we need to le-"

"Ghaaa!" Far'sy turned to see Cleona being torn into by what at first seemed to be a dragon, but its wings seemed to be fused to its forelegs.

"Wyverns!" Far'sy shouted as he launched a earth shard into the wyvern that had attacked Cleona, killing it instantly. "We need to get out of here, fly!"

"I can't!" Cleona shouted in panic, flapping her shredded wing.

Far'sy uttered several curses under his breath and shouted, "Cyprus, over hear!"

The grey dragon flew over quicker than most ever dreamed of, "Sir?"

"Go to the barracks and tell them that there are wyverns here and Cleona and myself have to make our way back by foot!"

"Sir, just leave me here." Cleona said, blood still pouring out of her wounds.

"Not a chance," Far'sy said as he walked over and began to bandage her wounds, "Cyprus, hurry!"

"Ye-yes sir!" He stuttered and immediately flew off towards camp.

"Sir, you should just leave me." Cleona said as Far'sy finished bandaging her wounds.

"Come on soldier," He said, "we have a long walk."

The two set out, slowly but surely making there way back. It was well after dark when they had to stop at a nearby river for a drink.

"Wyvern," Cleona muttered after she drank, "I thought they were extinct."

"So did I," Far'sy muttered as he watched the tree line, "but apparently they disagree with us on that point."

"My wound doesn't hurt as much anymore now, though." Cleona said.

"Really?" Far'sy said in surprise, "Let's have a look." Far'sy walked over to her and lifted some of the bandages. What he saw nearly made him scream.

"Commander?" Cleona questioned, "Is something wrong?"

"Cleona, I-"

"Get themsssss!"

The two turned to see three wyvern charging toward them. Immediately, Far'sy raised a stone shield to shield them from the incoming poison spit. Cleona shot a fire ball at the first one, causing it to jump out of the way. Far'sy launched stone spears at the other two, but the second one gust deflected them using a shadow hand. Then the third one launched red waves at them. Suddenly Far'sy was afraid, very afraid. He couldn't think anymore. He just coward as the wyverns descended upon him. One bit him on the neck and the other knocked him out...