A/N: this is it... the final Chapter of The Legend of the Three: The Eternal Night. It has been quite a ride to get to this point. Yeah, I know, not the most creative Chapter Title, but they can't all be thrilling
Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own The Legend of Spyro, only my OC's
Chapter 16: Evil Rises
Gneiss' POV
The accommodation provided to us by the Chronicler we simple, yet elegant at the same time. The beds were quite comfortable, but… as Tempest and I attempted to rest, but our dreams were filled with terrible visions: Spyro was being corrupted… Jolt was being forced to attack him… and a being of absolute darkness was rising to cast a shadow over the land.
I startled awake, feeling sick, and one look at Tempest told me she was feeling no better.
Instead, we took our time here to study some of the ancient tome stored here. The Chronicler stepped over to speak to us, just as I was getting into a book on an obscure dialect, one that I remember seeing in some of the locations we'd visited in our travels.
"Still awake, Young dragons?" asked the Chronicler.
"Yes, we couldn't sleep," I replied, "Our dreams were far too troubling". I then told him what we'd seen.
"That… is quite an accurate description of events, Gneiss," said the Chronicler, "and I believe I cat tell you how and why you were able to see these events: your pendants".
"The Crystal of Molten Earth and the Ocean Crystal?" I said, looking at my necklace, "How? We know they allow us to use special abilities, and to communicate with the Elemental Spirits, but this?"
"Yes," said the Chronicler, "the Elemental Fragments that you, Tempest and Jolt bear grant you the ability to know each others condition, and to some extent, each others thoughts and even potentially see events through each others eyes!"
"That…that's amazing!" said Tempest, "but that means…"
"We were seeing these events as they occurred!" I said.
"Precisely, young dragons, but do not fear," said the Chronicler, "Spyro and the others are safe… for now. But I suggest you try to get some rest. You and Tempest will need to be ready to set out in the morning… you'll need to return to the Dragon Temple…"
We retuned to the rooms the Chronicler had give us to rest in. We managed to get to sleep successfully this time.
The Next Day
After the sun had risen, we set out to return to the Temple. I packed some notes I'd made on various topics I'd taken the time to research, along with some traveling supplies.
I couldn't shake the feeling we were heading straight back into the thick of things. We flew as fast as we could across the sea, and by midday, we could see the shoreline up ahead. By late afternoon, we had finished passing the Ancient Grove and were coming into range of the Dragon Temple.
As we landed on the balcony of the Temple, Ignitus came out to greet us.
"Welcome back young dragons," said Ignitus, but he saw that there were only two of us, "where are the others?"
"Well, this is what happened," I said, and then told him everything that had happened since we left, from our arrival in the Ancient Grove, our battle with Arborick, our capture, and then escape from the Skavengers, our meeting with the Chronicler… as well as the dreams we'd had during the Night of Eternal Darkness.
"You've had quite the journey, young dragons. And what of Spyro and the others?" asked Ignitus.
"The Chronicler told us they are safe," said Tempest, "that Spyro has used his abilities to protect them".
Ignitus' expression was grim.
"Young Dragons… I am sorry to have tell this, but we must leave the temple immediately," said Ignitus, "If what you've told me is true, then the Dark Master has returned… and this is one of the first places he will come".
We helped Ignitus pack up what we'd need for our next journey. We filled up several packs with food, crystals, along with the most important scrolls and tomes from the Temple's archives. We went back outside to leave, when we were attacked by some sort of… bug creature… things.
They were like nothing I'd seen before. We started fighting them off. They were actually pretty weak, but they just kept coming. On top of that, larger, stronger versions started showing up, along with ones toting some sort of crystals. These crystals were dark purple in color, and as our foes approached with them, I felt my powers being drained! We quickly attacked the enemies carrying these crystals.
After this, I turned to face another one of the monsters, when it suddenly fell to the ground, an arrow straight through its head. I glanced up towards the bluffs above, and saw the source of this assistance: A cloaked figure holding a bow.
Whoever this was, he was an excellent shot, and he kept firing, providing a distraction so we could slip away. We continued pushing through our foes, and soon we managed to get away.
We soon reached a small cave. In fact, it was the very same cave where we'd first met Ignitus! We took this chance to catch our breath.
"Ignitus," Tempest asked, "What were those things?"
"I believe those might have been Grublins," said Ignitus, "they are servants of the Dark Master".
Shortly thereafter, our mysterious ally joined us.
"Thanks for helping us back there," I said, "but who are you?"
Our guest stepped forwards and lowered his hood. It was a Cheetah.
"Ah, Hunter," Ignitus said, "good to see you, my friend".
'I look forwards to the day we can meet; Hunter of Avalar' he's the one who sent us the letter! I thought
"Ignitus," said Hunter, bowing slightly, "and these two must be Gneiss and Tempest".
"Um… yes," I said, "it's good to meet you".
After same additional conversation, Ignitus had Hunter send a message to Terrador at the Shattered Vale. As it turned out, Cyril and Volteer were already at our destination, a place I'd only heard about but never actually seen: the great dragon city of Warfang.
The White Isle
3rd Person POV
The Chronicer looked over the Books of Time, at a pair of images on opposite pages: one showed Ignitus, Gneiss, Tempest, and Hunter traveling towards Warfang. The other image showed Spyro, Cynder, Sparx, and Jolt, encased within a crystal, safe for the moment. Watching over them from the shadows was the Cheetah, Hunter.
Rest now, young dragons, you'll need it, Thought the Chronicler, our hope now lies with you… when you wake up, it will be a different world. But know this; you are not alone. You have allies… and quite loyal ones at that.
The Chronicler then placed the book back onto its shelf, and then did what he did best: he sat down to wait and watch.
The End… For Now!
A/N: And... its done! well at least until i start on the next story in the series. I've got some interseting ideas to start that one off... see you then!