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Chapter 5 : Into the future

Spyro reached out to Ember, calling her name in a distant echo, fragile and almost silent. Ember heard and called back, trying desperately to get to him, to pull him back to her but movement was difficult, almost impossible...

Tick...

Evil glowing eyes glared at her from behind Spyro, floating in the dark oblivion...

Tick...

Ember frantically struggled to get close enough to push Spyro out of harms way, but her movement was slow and useless...

Tick...

A burst of crimson blood from Spyro's chest as Evil's dark claw ripped through him, Ember screamed. Her scream echoed again and again inside her head at differing volumes. The grisly image faded away. Evils grinning face and her lovers glazed eyes.Only the blood remained, filling her vision, drowning her, killing her...

Tick...Tick...Tick...Tick...

Ember jumped awake with a scream, sweating and overheated. Her head snapped around, taking in glimpses of her surroundings that gradually pieced together to tell her where she was. The collapsed laboratory. Her breathing was rapid, as if she had just run a marathon. She was sitting in a charred and slightly melted chair at a workbench. She ran a trembling hand across her hot forehead, wiping the glistening sweat away.Her eyes slowly scanned her almost completed invention..., she was missing a part, a transmitter uplink. She moaned and dropped her head into her hands.

After a few seconds of silence, she collapsed into a fit of sobbing, violently thumping the desk with a clenched fist leaving a dent. She lifted her head and leaned backwards into the burnt chair, releasing a few more tears from her sore eyes. She returned her blank gaze to the time-vortex uplink. Another soft 'Tick' emitted from the device.

"You sorry bitch," she scolded herself, "what was the point in reading all those books if you can't install a damn transmitter!"

She picked it up, rolling it over in her hands. She found the little blue button on the side of the uplink and gave it a small nudge. The circular compartment flipped open and out swivelled a small, gun-like vortex generator. Of course, it couldn't work without the transmitter but it still looked cool. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of pride in her work.

"The Prof would be proud," she thought to herself.

She clicked the button again and the device returned to it's original state with a humming noise.She had worked out a battle plan whilst she had been creating the uplink. She had realised that in order to save Spyro, she would have to fight Evil. Otherwise he would just go further back to kill Them both.

"He could be travelling back to kill me right now," thought Ember. Although she told herself that he wouldn't bother until he discovered she was a threat. But that didn't stop her from glancing around curiously at her surroundings.

"Just in case," she thought.

She picked herself up off the chair and stretched her arms, she needed some fresh air.

"Fat chance,"

Ember wandered outside into the burnt world that used to be their beloved home.A dull ache erupted in the pit of Embers stomach. The air was still with a small hint of burnt flesh and stale blood.A familiar looking cave came into view just behind a small hill where Ember and Spyro watched the moon and starstogether. Ember knew she should feel upset upon seeing this, but her eyes had been witness to things far more tragic.

The scorched sky rumbled with the distant thunder of the Dragon Village. "Who knows what horrors befell the Cloud Domain?" she whispered. As she said this she studied the sky for some sign of life. Something large and dark was hanging from the heavens, like a monstrous fang, biting down into the atmosphere. Recognition kicked in. It was a large section of the Cloud Domain, broken and collapsed. Her eyes widened and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth in shock.

"Has no realm been spared?" she asked herself quietly in a trembling voice."HAS NO REALM BEEN SPARED!"she yelled into the dead sky, "WHY! WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS?" she screamed, collapsing onto her knees. Her shoulders trembled and fell. She was weak and cold, but her rage still burnt with a fierce vengeance. She fell forwards, letting her head smash into the scorched floor. Her teeth gritted, absorbing the pain of the impact. She half opened her eyes, expecting to see nothing but burnt ground. Her eyes snapped fully open at what she saw. On the ground was a small but intact transmitter device. She crawled over to it and examined it in her hands. She looked up into the clouds.

"Thank you,"

Ember raced back to the workbench and grabbed a screwdriver. She tried to remove the cover of the transmitter but her hands were shaking so violently that she had to stop and breath slowly. She took slow, unsteady breaths before continuing."Come on... come on...," she muttered. She removed the cover and after taking off the security seal she managed to retrieve the transmitter microchip and attatch it to the internal mechanisms of the Vortex-Uplink.

"Genius!" she cried to herself. She hit the button and the device activated. A holographic time chart appeared around the generator in a ring. Ember smiled, "Into the future...," she murmured, before typing a time into the machine. The gun-thing vibrated, before releasing an electrical stream about ten feet in front of her. It stopped in mid air and ripped a hole in time. Her eyes stared in wonder at her creation. She picked up a small rock and threw it into the portal. It went in, but didn't come out the other side. She approached timidly and tapped the vortex with a claw. It rippled like water before re-stabilising. She remembered Spyro at that instant, and set her face into a look of grim determination.

"I'm getting you back...," she whispered, before diving into the unknown.