Legend of Spyro
The Prophecy of Blood
Chapter IV
***Tykron residents***
"Tykron! Wake up sweetheart."
"Mmmm...five more minutes." Tykron groaned, trying to ignore the outside world.
"You need to get up if your to make it to the poles today before the election."
Tykron groaned again and opened his eyes to see his wife, Diasdra, smiling. "Morning." He said as he stretched and got up.
"Good morning," She said and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled and, walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, a good morning indeed." Tykron said with a smile. He gathered all he needed and prepared to leave. He eat a quick bite, said goodbye to his wife and still sleeping hatching, and left towards the City Council. But he made one quick stop before the great domed building into a dark alleyways and sent a message using an ancient magic thought to be lost. And this message began a series of events.
***Mountain of Malefor***
Issan Warrior was probably one of the greatest generals in the history of the Dragon Realms. He had been born into war and had played his part exceedingly well. His forces had been outnumbered, out-resourced, but never out-maneuvered. He used small numbers to his advantage, installing new "cheetah warfare" tactics used by the cheetah clans during the ancient Dragon-Cheetah wars, hitting enemy supply lines, utilizing cheetah snipers to kill enemy officers, and razing the enemy with carefully planned fire attacks. Yet, he was still pushed back, first by the Terror of the Skies then by Malefor himself, but he always had the respect of his soldiers. If he hadn't been commanding the armies of Warfang there would have been nothing for Spyro and Cynder to save.
Issan Warrior scanned the camp his soldiers had set up, marveling at the speed they had restored the old outpost that once watched the Ape Kings. Now today it served as an outpost again, but now to hunt a new ancient foe. Issan's gaze hardened as he thought about all the stories told to him about the Wyverns. According to legend, they had once been allies and partners to the Dragon Kingdoms, but they began to dabble in dark magic. This led to to the Great War between dragons and wyverns, in which wyverns were supposed to have gone extinct.
"General Issan!" the thirty-four year old wind dragon turned to see one of the many cheetah scouts come up to him, "We have found them."
"Good, where are they?" Issan asked, already beginning to plot out several tactics.
"Their held up on the western ridge of the mountain," the cheetah scouts reported, "I estimate nearly four-hundred, sir."
"Good, you are dismissed." The young cheetah bowed and left as Issan walked towards the command tent. When he walked in, his three officers rose up and saluted. There was Zucar, a cheetah dressed in battle armor, his second-in-command Vevon Ferdro, a young but smart deep blue ice dragon, and Caveriansia Leon, a mighty orange and mud-red dragoness.
"At ease," Issan as he took his position around the large map-table that took up most of the command tent, "report."
"All patrols have reported in and we are ready to begin the assault." Vevon responds.
"My warriors are ready for anything. We await your lead." Zucar says, his hand resting on his sword.
"My unit is ready to execute our orders." Caveriansia said with a confidential growl, "Those worms will wish there were still extinct."
"Calm yourself, Leon," Issan scolds, "I need you thinking, not just blasting."
"As always, sir."
"Now then," Issan says as he turns his attention to the map, "now that we know where they are and how many they have I have some adjustments to ma-"
"Sir! Sir!"
All four turned there heads to see a young cheetah dressed in scout armor and cloak running into the tent. "What is it Servar?" Zucar asked.
"A small battalion of apes is approaching under a banners of truce," the young cheetah explains, "they wish to parlay!"
"Apes," Caveriansia scoffed, "Why would we wish to even look at them unless we are tearing them limb from limb."
"Caveriansia! They come under banner of truce! We have to at least hear what they have to say." Vevon chastised.
"Don't you dare take that tone with me, Vevon!" The fire dragoness threatened.
"Peace, let us hear what the general has to say." Zucar interjected as their gaze turned to Issan. Issan has deep in thought, remembering the fall of Iskandretta. The last dragon city to fall, leaving Warfang as the last stronghold for dragonkind. The city had been razed to the ground by an ape army under the command of the Terror of the Skies, and even through he was just a young adolescent, he still remembered the screams and the terror. But he could not let than cloud his judgment.
"I'll meet with them..."
***Warfang, Chamber of the Guardians***
"We must begin to move the eggs to the old temple," Terrador said. He, Cyril, and Volteer where gathered in the large conference room, seated around a large table with seven chairs, four of which were empty.
"That would be tremendous undertaking," Cyril commented, "it will not go unnoticed."
"We could do it in small bits, no one ever sees the entire egg chamber at once." Volteer suggested.
"Hmm...that does sound likely to succeed," Terrador observed," If done correctly and with patience."
"But who would watch over the eggs, it has to be one of us and we'd need an excuse to leave." Cyril said.
"I believe that I have the perfect excuse," Volteer explained, "I will say I'm taking Volkrone to train to be the next electric guardian."
The room was silent for a moment, and then Cyril sighed, "I guess t is time we past the torch."
"Yes," Terrador said, sighing as well, "it only seems like yesterday we were being tested, and now we're passing the guardianship down. Very well, we will go with your plan, Volteer."
"Right," Volteer said with a nod, "I'll go tell Volkrone then. Get some of the eggs ready for transport." The electric guardian then turned and left.
***Mountain of Malefor***
Issan looked out over his army with his generals standing on his right and two apes, their tribe elder Alloina and their military commander Caspian, to his left. A large number of apes were now gathered with the army, equipped with crude armor, swords and bows. With the apes and the 50 cheetahs and 200 dragons, an army of 324 was now under his direct control. The dragons where now dressed in there plated battle armor, which was a gray color with blue markings. Issan and his generals wear silver armor to mark them as commanders. They were finally ready for battle.
"Today," Issan shouted, addressing the army as a whole, "we face an enemy who we thought was extinct, an enemy who is much like us dragons but are far from any of us here. They worship the dark magic that corrupts and destroys, and they will not stop until all of as are dead. But, in attacking us all they have given us common ground on which to fight. Put the deference of dragon, cheetah, and ape behind you today, for today we are all brothers and sisters in battle. And because we fight as one we will win." A thunderous "Hurrah!" erupted from the army before Issan continued, "We have a plan, one which will win this battle by not only utilizing the terrain but the sharpshooters of the cheetah and ape armies. If we execute this plan, we will make the wyverns extinct once again!" Another "Hurrah!" erupted from the the army, "Listen to your commanders and we will win, for our home!"
The army broke out into applause (even the ape army) as the commanders took charge of their troops. Caveriansia and 150 of the dragons joined Issan as they prepared to take off, "Follow my lead, and be ready to lead our enemies to their doom." he said to them and they all shouted "Aye Sir!" They then took off to face the enemy.
It was not long until the wyverns spotted them and took flight themselves. Issan was more than a little nervous, having fought most of his battles against ground armies, but it appears the wyverns neglected to use armor, giving his force an advantage despite being outnumbered. "Form up!" He shouted as his army formed into a cone shape pointed at the center of the wyvern mass. Seconds pass as Issan choices his first target, a black and red wyvern near the front. He mentally counts down, 5...4...3...2...1...
Issan's claws sank into the wyvern's neck, killing it instantly. The same happened all throughout the front as the armies clashed. Screams and roars filled the air as many fall to the ground dead or dying. Issan moves to his next enemy, an earth-brown wyvern. Issan hits him with a wind blast and charges him, embedding his tail spike into the wyvern's gut.
"Ravocian!" Issan turns just in time to block a fire plastic from another wyvern, this one a mud-orange. The other wyvern slips off Issan's tail spike, lifelessly falling to the ground as the mud-orange wyvern talked Issan, it's claws scraping against his armor. Issan whipped his head around and bit into the wyvern's neck, killing it. As it fell to the ground Issan spat out its blood and surveyed the battle. His losses where few, but the enemy was begging to push his forces back.
Issan launched himself into another battle between three wyverns and Caveriansia, ripping into a gray and black wyvern. "General Leon!" He shouted as she incinerated a ice-blue wyvern.
"Aye Grand General!" She said as he blasted the final ash colored wyvern with a vicious wind attack, ripping its wings and sending it spiraling helplessly to the ground.
"Sound the fall-back!" He ordered and she nodded and took out her horn and blew it. The sound echoed through the battle as his forces began to turn and fly away. The wyverns let out a born-chilling roar and gave chase, unknowingly playing right into Issan's claws. Issan pulls to the front of the army and leads them around the mountain and towards a large canyon almost two miles wide.
This was the moment of truth for Issan Warrior, if the wyverns followed them through the canyon then the cheetah and ape sharpshooters would have no trouble killing a great many of the beast while the 50 dragons guarding them under command of Vevon would be able to deal with any who broke off from the main group. If they instead went above the canyon things would get a lot more difficult.
As Issan and his army entered the canyon he glanced back and smiled, the wyvens were entering the canyon after them. He waited until every bit of the wyvern force was in and shouted "NOW!" cheetahs and apes started to shoot arrows and hurl stones at the wyverns as he and his army pulled upwards and out of the canyon. He heard the screams, roars, and shouts of the wyvern army and turned his dragons around to engage the remaining wyverns fleeing the canyon. Few wyverns flew out, most of which were cut down by his dragons. The few that escaped that fled to the mountains as his entire army let out a victorious cry!
***Warfang, deep underground***
Two figures met in the darkness. One was a dragon, cloaked in a black cloak, the other a wyvern, dressed in crude armor. "How went the day?" the wyvern asked the dragon, it's force deep and baritone.
"Well," said the dragon, his voice flat and unemotional, "How went the battle."
"Total defeat, just as you wished it two, my warriors were not armored as you requested and the apes aided the dragons as you predicted." the wyvern said, "Still, it will not have a good impact on our moral."
"As long as the dragons think they are winning, they will be increasingly vulnerable in Warfang." The dragon assured.
"By your command, Master Tykron." the wyvern said with a bow and left.
"Yes," the dragon mused, "by my command."