The Lehend of Spyro: Evolutions of a New Age

The Imortal Dragon Of Shadow

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's chapter two. It may get a little wordy with conversations... but you'll see why. *Grins maniacly and rhythmicly tapps fingers on desk* Also, you'll meet two of my OC's!

DISCLAMER: I do not ownany TloS characters or locations. they belong to their respective owners. I do however own any OC's that may appear.

Capter Two

"Favorite meat?"

After three days of rest, relaxation, and... experimenting, the two decided it was time to head home. They'd been walking - still unable to fly - sice mid-morning. after three, silent hours, Cynder had suggested they play a game.

Spyro recalled a memory game where you asked the other player ten questions, and vice-versa, then they'd have to remember the answers when they reversed roles. The player with the most correct answers after they switched was the winner.

"Deer." Cynder tapped hir chin in thought and then asked, "Worst sin?"

Spyro grinned deviously, then said, "You." Cynder giggled and playfully nudged him with her hip.

Spyor opened his mouth to ask what her favorite book was, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked to the west. "Do you feel that?"

Cynder glanced at Spyro and then looked in the direction his gaze followed. "What is it, Spy?"

"I don't know." He took a step forward, then stopped and looked at Cynder. "Mind if we make a quick detour? It's odd, but I feel... something pulling me over there."

"If you must." Cynder said mockingly.

Spyro smirked at her and headed where the sensation originated. Moments later, The couple found themsalves aproaching a run-down hut with a steady stream of smoke coming from a narrow chimney at the top.

"This is what you were drawn to, seriously?"

"No. Whatever it is, it's inside."

After taking a single step towards the hut, the splintered door swung outward. A single figure wearing black robes and pieces of leather armour, with two curved short-swords strapped to their back, walked out into the light. Spyro and Cynder were surprised when a white, blue-eyed cheetah steped toward them with their hands on their hips.

"You Spyro?" The pitch in her voice was obviously female and young.

He took a hesetant glance towards Cynder before replying. "Maybe..."

The cheetah grunted lightly and noded her head in amusement. "'Bout damn time." She turned to re-enter her hut. "Name's Talon, by the way."

Spyro glanced at Cynder once again, and with a confused shrug of his shoulders, followed the cheetah inside.

The inside was completely different from outside of the hut. It was well furnashed, with pollished tables and cushioned chairs, and spacious. Past the door, the entire floor dropped ten feet and spread out.

Talon grabbed a clear bottle, half-filled with a brown liquid, and sat in one of her chairs. She sat in an odd way where her right leg hung over the arm, and her left elbow rested over the other. She placed the bottles stopper in he mouth, and yanked it out with a lound 'thunk,' and spit it to the side.

She gestured for them two to take the chairs across from her. They did, reluctantly. After taking a quick swig for herself, she offered the bottle to the couple. Cynder shook her head, but Spyro shrugged his shoulders and grasped the bottle. Five seconds later, Spyro was caughing his lungs out, and the two females were laughing at him with force.

"Six years I've waited for you to get here, and I never thought this would happen."

Cyner looked at her, shocked. "You've been waiting for us? For six Years?"

Talon recomposed herself, and waited for Spyro to catch his breath before answering. "Yes. But in truth, my family has waited for the arival of the fifth purple dragon for two thousand years."

"Wait. I thought I was only the second."

Talon thought for a second, then held up a finger as she had an apiffony. "Maybe I should explain myself in annother way." She pulled a neclas from around her neck and held up a silver key. Cynder also noticed a jade pendant that looked like an arrow head. "One second."

She jumped from her chair an strode over to a laquered chest. She inserted the key and unlocked it with a 'click.' She then lifted the lid and pulled out a bundle of purple silk. She slamed the lid down and retreived her key.

When she returned, she kicked a table to where it slid in frot of the chairs. She sat in her chair and slapped the bundle on the table, causing Spyro to jerk his head back in surprise. Talon unfolded the silk and revealed two items.

First was a gold daggar. It was roughly a foot long, studded with a red, yellow, blue, and green gems, and oddly resembled Spyros tail appendage. Second, and underneith the daggar, was a leather bound book, with an inscription shaped like a dragon on the cover.

"Maybe she's better suited for this shit." Reaching down, Talon spun the daggar around like a top on the book.

Smoke began to poor from the gems. The two dragons stared in amazement as the smoke pooled above the book and began to shift in shape. Soon a spectral Dragons head was floating there staring them in the face. Aside from its horns, which curved outward and up, like a bulls, this dragon looked exactly like Spyro.

"Hello." Cynder jumped slightly when the head spoke. Even more so, she was surprised by the fluid feminenity of her voice. "I am Chakra, the first purple dragon," The head turned until she faced Spyro, "and I've waited almost twenty centuries to make your acquainance, young one."

Spyro stared, mouth agape, and could only muster one responce. "Umm... hi."

Chakra chukled lightly before changing her expression to one of anoyance. "Talon! How many times need I ask that you not sling my book around like some toy?"

"I supose once for every time I've done it, Cha-Cha."

Her eyes grew wide as he turned on the cheetah. "I told you to refrain from calling me that!" Talon shrugged her shoulders, and Chakra returnd her gaze to Spyro. "Forgive me. It has been grueling having this nuisance as a guardian."

"Guardian?" Cynder piped in. "Of her?"

"Yup." Talon took another sip of her drink, before continuing. "Ya see, the females in my family have protected Cha-Cha since she sealed her worthless ass in this daggar."

"Why the females? And why cheetahs instead of dragons?" Spyro Questioned.

"I had to keep my preservation hidden from the elemental guardians. If they knew of my existence, they woud have shurely called upon me when the other three turned to the darkness. In order to remain so I may asist you, I hid myself outside of the guardians reach. As to why I trust females to guard me, the answer to that is quite personal."

"I guess that's understandable," Spyro said as he leaned closer to the spectral head, "but what do I need your assistance with?"

Chakra frowned slightly, then replied with pain in her voice, " When I was a young dragoness, I was profound in all elements. However, my specialty was purely in the area of psychic phenomenon. While using the pool of visions, I was able to glance further into the future than any other dragon. This proficiency eventually led to a disturbing vision. One day, while I was looking for the outome of a tournament so I could place a wager, I-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Cynder blurted as she raised a hand. "You used your powers for gambling? That's so irresponsible! How could you do such a thing?"

Chakra sighed in irritation before replying, "I might have suffered from a slight addiction to underground gambling, allright. But that business aside, what I saw caused my blood to freeze. I can not tell you everything, but soon, very soon Spyro, an evil, infinitly more powerful than Malefore, will rise to claim what has been lost to it."

Spyro placed his hands over his eyes and slumped back in the seat. After a moment, he leaned forward and glared daggars at the head before him. "Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously, annother great evil? I mean, come on! Can't a dragon get a concious vacation without discovering he's gotta beat some damn evil being who wants something completely unrealistic? Damn, damn, DAMN!" With the last word, he slamed his fist against the table, causing Chakra to jerk dangerously closs to the edge.

"I uderstand your unease, but is that any reason for such uncooth behavior?" Chakra asked as Talon placed her back at the center of the table. "I would expect this behavior from your half-brother, Sparx, but not you. You have more control tan that little dragonfly."

Spyro nodded his head before answering, "Yeah, you're..." His head suddenly snapped up. "Hold on, hold on. How'd you know who Sparx is? And that he's my half-broher? And a dragonfly?" Cynder too snapped to atention when she heard Spyro ask this.

"The answer is a simple one. You see, as the first purple dragon, I've had an unconsious telepathic link with every purple dragon since I sealed my spirit in this daggar. I know everything they know, and a little they do not."

"What do you mean 'a little they do not'?" Spyro was leaning in out of interest.

"Well... let us use you for an example. I know you, and Cynder, will eventally have three hatchlings." She stopped as Cynder gasped excitedly and hugged Spyro. "The two eldest will be males, one ice and one fire, and the younger will be a female earth dragon. She will look exacly like your mother, Spyro."

Spyros face became expressionless. "Tell me about them?" Chakra mentaly slapped herself as she regretted her choice in words.

"I do not beleave I-"

"Please!" Spyro was visibly shaking as several emotions atacked his mind and heart. "I know Nina and Flash raised me like their own, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been curious about my real parents ever sice they told my I was adopted."

Chakra nodded once before replying, "Alright, I will tell you. Your mother was an earth dragoness named Gaia. After she layed your egg, she traveled to the dragon temple. Unfortunately, she was attacked by apes while on her journey. She lost them and reached the temple, but not without being mortally wounded. She joined the ancestors soon after passing your egg to Ignitus."

Tears had been slowly forming in Spyros eyes. Cynder Grabbed his hand and rested her head on his shouder. After a moment to calm himself, Spyro turned back to Chakra. "And my father? What of him?"

"He is alive, and in Warfang."

"He is? What's his name?"

Chakra closed her eyes in thought before she answered. "You have met him before. He too, like your mother, is an earth dragon."

"But the only earth dragon I've actualy met is..." Spyro closed his eyes and bowed his head in tragic realization "... Teradore."

"You should know, he is unaware of your connection. Gaia left him on the eve of their wedding. He never knew she was gravid with his so-"

Spyro suddenly lept from the chair and ran out the door. Once outside, he released his anguish in a mighty pilar of fire that he blasted into the air. After the fire stopped, Spyro fell to his knees And slamed his fists into the ground three times. On the third, a stone statue resembling Teradore shot from the ground before him.

Spyro glared at the statue. As he stood, he placed a hand on the statues neck, causing scratches to follow his claws. He drew back his other arm, preparing to strike the statues face, but felt a gentle hand hold back the punch.

"Spyro, don't..." Cynder reached up and pulled his face to where he looked directly at her. "Teradore doesn't deserve this. If he'd known, do you honestly think he'd keep it a secret?"

Spyro released the statue, then slamed his tail against the ground. The figure returned to whence it came. "No..."

"Alright then." She placed her hand in his and began leading him back to the hut. "Come on. I have some questions for the headless dragon." When she turned back to the hut, Cynder noticed the suns position in the sky. 'Is it realy almost dusk? Damn.'

As they entered Talons home, the two residents whent to ask their own questions, but Spyro held up a hand for silence. "Don't ask. I'm alright, I just... had to cool down a bit."

"You sure?" Talon asked with a raised brow.

Spyro noded. He and Cynder returned to their seats. She never released his hand, and gave his cheek a small lick. Spyro smiled at her, then turned his attention to Chakra.

"Alright. I assume you sealed yourself away to train me how to confront this new evil, right?" She nodded once before he continued, "Then how'll we go about this? Will you and Talon acompanny us to Warfang and train me there, or do you want us to stay so I can train here?"

"Neither." Spyro raised an eyeridge to her answer. "You will never be able to defeat this evil alone, Spyro. I will train you tonight while you sleep, and by morning you shall be stronger than ever. Talon and I shall acompanny you to Warfang, but to asist you in training the next generations guardians. They will spread the knowledge you give them, and so on, and so on, until you have an army."

Cynder released a low whistle. "An army of dragons trained by the purple dragon. We'd never have to worry about the apes or grublins again."

"Actually, most creatures on this planet will swear their loyalty to spyro in order to protect their homes. Grublins, apes, ogres, cheetahs, It wont just be an army of dragons." Spyros mouth hung open at Chakras words.

"I don't know if I could lead every creature on the planet. That's a power I don't ever want."

"Shut up." Spyro turned to Talon. "You've got one hell of a heart, Spyro. leadership will make it stronger. And..." She nodded toward Cynder with a platfull look on her face, "you've got someone that'll knock some sence into you if you ever start to change." Spyro grinned as Cynder tightened her grip on his hand.

"When you are ready, Spyro," Chakra nodded at the large bed in the corner of the hut, "Talon can direct you in what to do." The daggar stopped spining and Chakras head faded with the disapearing smoke.

After the smoke completely disipated, Cynder stated, "That is one weird dragon."

"Yup. But she's always been nice." Talon stood and collected the bundle on the table. "Ready?"

"Not really."

Talon lead him to the bed an asked him to lay on his back. "You'll rest your head on the diary, and hold the daggar aganst your chest, like this." Talon demonstated by pointing the blade down and lacing her fingers around the handle. "Got it?"

"Yeah." Talon handed him the daggar and diary, then turned back toward the chairs.

"Good. See ya in the mornin."

Spyro looked to Cynder and gave her a cocky wink. She shook her head slightly before blowing a kiss in his direction. He did as Talon instructed, and soon found sleep tugging at his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, Spyro found himself in a familiar place. He was standing on a large stone platform. All around him, pieces of similar stone floated asif gravity had no affect on them. He was where the Chronicler had re-awakened his powers and where he faught his worst fear. He was in dreamscape.

"Hello?"

"Welcome, young dragon." Spyro turned and stood face-to-face with a solid Chakra. Her figure even matched his newer one. Spyro was surprised, but not as mutch as when he realised she was no taller than Cynder. "Are you redy for what you are about to endure?"

"Not a bit." Not even Sparx could have laced his words with as much sarcasm as Spyro just did his.

"Excelent!" She grinned, and looked at him with topaz eyes filled with a mischevous evil. "Shall we begin?"

AUTHORS NOTE: Don't you just love cliffhangers? Ha-ha-ha! What happens next? Don't know? Too bad. You'll just have to tune back in to find out. -_- (yo face right now)

Also, if you're interested, I'm looking for a fast paced song to use in a fight scene in the chapter after next. An old favorite, and a few others, will be introduced before this. Who is it? You're lucky I'm not someone to hold out important information... oh wait, I am! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! XD (my face right now)