Filler chapter right here. stuff had to happen and there was no song to go with it. so Return to Ruin was birthed. everything is going according to plan and i can't wait to unveil the ending....but that's a ways off, so don't think that it's so soon in coming. well, here's the aftermath of the carnage. Enjoy! R&R!
Return To Ruin
Cynder padded over to her purple dragon with the tears still in her sapphire eyes, trying to overcome the horrifying scene she had just witnessed. Spyro struggled back to his paws after the sudden departure of his power and found Cynder hesitating to come any closer than a few feet away. The purple dragon whimpered slightly at his lover's actions, feeling hurt by her distrust but understanding it completely. He had almost killed her; she had reason to be afraid of him. "It's okay, Cyn. I'm fine now, thanks to you," he cooed to his mate, trying to calm her. It worked and she ran to him, allowing Spyro to drape his wings over her body in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry Cyn, I'm so sorry," was all he could say as he held her.
"Oh Spyro, it wasn't your fault." Cynder pressed her lips against his for a second before pulling away and placing a paw on her mate's. Spyro saw her tears and kissed them away, making the black dragoness smile softly. The purple dragon stared into her eyes with sorrow deep within his own gazed, trying to apologize for his actions.
"Cynder I nearly killed you, what would I have done if you hadn't stopped me? You'd be gone now…" Spyro dropped his gaze with hot tears forming in his own eyes.
Cynder placed her tail on his chest and whispered, "But you didn't do it, you held back. I am still here and that's all that matters." She rubbed her nose along his cheek and giggled, suddenly feeling giddy.
The joyous sound caused Spyro's tears to cease and the purple dragon added his laughter as well. As their strange outburst faded, Spyro asked, "Where did that come from?"
The black dragoness shook her head as she smiled. "I really don't know, I guess I'm just so glad to have you back." She kissed his cheek. "I love you, Spyro."
Spyro sighed softly. "And I love you, Cyn." He glanced at the dimming sunlight for a second before a brightly glowing object in the opposite direction caught his attention. It was coming from where the temple should be.
Cynder stepped up beside her mate and gazed out in the direction that he was. "Isn't that the direction the temple is in? Do you think we should go?"
Spyro nodded and they took to the air, soaring over the leafy expanse towards the disturbing glow in the distance. They approached where the temple stood proudly before. Both gasped in terror at the sight they beheld.
Where once was the glorious Dragon Temple, now lay a burning ruin; the stone walls demolished and the timbers ablaze. Spyro froze in flight and dropped to the ground. The purple dragon approached the ruins cautiously, each step taking painstakingly longer than the last. "Wh- what could have happened? There were n-none l-left." His eyes swept over the charred structure. "Ignitus… Terrador… Cyril…are they still alive?" Cynder put a wing over his back, pulling the shuddering scales of her lover closer.
"Shh…Spyro my love, they might be alright. We should look around." Spyro nodded at his mate's suggestion and they walked together into the wreckage of their former home. The flames lent an eerie element to the crumbling stone walls and the two dragons did their best to avoid the more unstable structures.
As they entered what used to be the central meeting room, Spyro fell to the ground with hot tears streaming from his eyes. Cynder collapsed as well, though her reaction was not as intense. Lying before them were the bodies of both the fire guardian Ignitus and the earth guardian Terrador.
Spyro crawled forward towards the earth dragon and found a huge gash running down his side, still oozing dark blood. Looking over to Ignitus, Spyro's eyes grew wide in horror of the wounds inflicted upon the once bright scales of his mentor.
Numerous gouges rent the scales across the fire dragon's chest and a gaping hole was in his side.
Spyro let the water from his eyes fall freely onto the scorched stones below, the sound of his labored sobs giving testament to the purple dragon's sorrow. Words slipped out from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. "No…it can't be. Ignitus…why now?" were the whispers Cynder heard. Cynder walked over to the fire dragon and placed her paw upon his neck. She muttered a few words from a foreign tongue she learned while in service to Malefor that roughly translated to, "May the Ancestors treat you kindly." After removing her paw, a tremor stirred the body of the guardian.
Ignitus raised his head and the red eyes flicked open once more. A choked attempt at speech sounded from his wounded throat. "Young dragons… come… here." Spyro's eyes snapped open and he complied. "I do not have much time left. Spyro, I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help you through your trials, but my hour has come. Terrador gave his life to protect me and I gave mine for Cyril. Cynder, I apologize for all that we put you through after you returned from the Dark Master's grasp, we were foolish. But that is in the past and all that matters is your future. Shine brightly in Spyro's life, he is the only one who can stop her…" Ignitus coughed harshly, crimson tears of regret spilling from his many wounds.
Spyro cried out in distress at seeing his only father figure slowly dying. "Ignitus, no! You can't leave me again! I don't want to lose you!" The water began to flow once again.
Cynder, however, had found the fire dragon's last words mysterious. She took a step forward. "Her, who? Who did this?"
Ignitus laid his head back down on the rubble strewn ground. With his last breaths, he revealed the creature responsible for the killing of two guardians. Despair was laced in his voice and the words came haltingly. He drew in his final breath and whispered, "Dreyah has betrayed us all…" He exhaled for the last time and his eyes closed.
The name of the betrayer rang roughly in the black dragoness's ears. "Dreyah…no. How could she?"
Another voice resounded through the ruins. "She left me…she killed Terrador and Ignitus….what else is there?"
Cynder turned towards the sound and saw Kronos sulking in the shadows; the blue dragon's head hung low and his wings drooping. Yet another call sounded from behind Kronos. Cyril, the ice guardian stepped out from beneath a pile of rubble. "There is still hope. As long as there is life, there is hope." Kronos leaned against the larger ice dragon's chest and let it all out, breaking down into sobs.
Cynder walked back over to Spyro and found that he was asleep; tears still running down the royal purple scales. Cynder pressed her lips gently to his and then lay down beside him. Why is it always Spyro who suffers?
Short i know, but it's only a filler. next chapter will go with a song again, and it will be worth the wait that you will endure to read it. THEY'RE ALL DYING!! oh no....
Laters!
