The Legend of Spyro
The Undying Flame
Chapter 5
Trouble Brewing in Dantes Freezer
A/N: I left off here for some time and found this rusting away in my computer, so I thought I'd finish it up, and continue with the rest of the story. Enjoy!
It seemed hours have passed for the two dragons and their dragonfly companion, and there was nothing in sight of Maleforen. They had searched for hours on end just for one individual Purple dragon, but knowing that the purple dragon is rare, and one is born once every ten years, they had to look for a place to rest. And with luck, they were close to Dante's Freezer, which meant they could have the chance to finally get some more sleep. They landed in the nearest town, but to alas, the town was burnt to the ground. They went to the next town, burnt to the ground as well. In fact, every town they went to was burnt to the ground, but luckily, all of the villagers were unharmed, but nowhere in sight.
"Okay guys, this might be fun and all, but we should get out of here before something bad happens," Sparx told the two dragons, who started to search the entire place for anyone who would've been left behind, someone alive. As they continued their search, the same dark figures that attacked at Warfang were there, but kneeling before another dragon wearing darkish green armor. More than likey, it was one of their superiors. The two strained to hear what they were saying from where they were hiding, and heard a few words that were familiar:
"...Convexity..."
"...Great...Cleansing..."
"Maleforen..."
As soon as they heard the dragon say Maleforen's name, they knew for fact that he was allies with the purple dragon that attacked the two during Spyro's Exam. They started to hide closer to the sound, straining less to hear what he was saying:
"Maleforen would tear you apart if he were here right now, but you're in luck, he's at the frozen lair right now to do anything about it, but your out of luck since I'm second in charge!" The dragon said, raising his hand, and nearly crashing it down on the ground, but he was stopped by an electric current lashing down on him, he looked up to see a golden dragoness with a yellow underbelly, and no armor like the dragon beneath her.
"Are you trying to kill us all Eran?" The dragoness above called to him.
"What's it to ya Nyra?" Eran abruptly replied back to her.
"The fact that your self-centered, ego span is going to be the very death of us!" Nyra snarled at him, and pounced, tackling him to the ground, and trying to scratch off his armor.
"Knock it off you two!" Another voice came into perspective, as the dragon that came into the area was one that Cynder had known for a long time.
"Why Avarian? How come I can't kill him here?" Nyra asked the dragon that came into the room with Maleforen right behind him.
"Because I'm not looking forward to finding another second in command," Maleforen let out a low growl, and knowing that signal, Nyra left Eran alone.
"What do we do now?" Eran asked the purple dragon, who was using his Convexity to create those exact shadow figures they saw at Warfang.
"He uses Convexity to create those monsters?" Spyro silently yelled, but not loud enough for the four dragons to hear them. Cynder was too busy staring at the one dragon standing between Nyra and Maleforen, Avarian, and all of a sudden, tears started to drop down her face.
"Conversified, leave no trace of these towns we burned down, after the towns are destroyed, finish off the villagers," Maleforen ordered the shadow figures that popped up out of the ground. The Conversified started to seep into the ground, and disappeared to destroy the first town that was burned. Spyro and Cynder watched as the four dragons took off, having no clue to where they were heading. As Spyro watched them fly off, he noticed that Cynder was crying silently.
"What's wrong?" Spyro asked, wiping the tears off her face.
"That red dragon, was Avarian, the one I thought I was going to spend forever with," Cynder silently whispered, going into tears again.
"Then why didn't you stay with him?" Spyro asked, confused to who Avarian was before Cynder met him.
"Because he forced me into using too much Convexity, the way you saw me before you fought me," Cynder replied, grieving at what she had regretted to do and leave Spyro. Then, as if time stopped again, she felt Spyro's head touch hers for only a few seconds, and he backed away.
"I'm here, that's all that matters right now, if he is to ever hurt you, I'll end him," Spyro promised her, which made her smile through her tears. Then at that exact moment, The Conversified showed up in their hiding place, and they began their attack.
"I told you this was a bad idea!" Sparx yelled at the two of them in fear.
"Sparx, stay back, we'll handle things on our own!" Spyro said, attacking all of the Conversified, along with Cynder backing him up with her Shadow abilities, as he used Comet Dash to take down some of the Conversified. Their battle raged on and on, until the Conversified disappeared and faded from the ground.
"That's that," Sparx assured himself.
"But it was too easy this time," Spyro cautiously said, looking around the area to see if anyone was watching the battle. Then, out of nowhere, all three of them were shot with a blast of electricity. As they stood there electrified, the same golden dragoness hopped down in front of them, and stared into the eyes of the shocked trio.
"Looks like I flushed out some rats," Nyra laughed. The two dragons stared at her with rage filling their eyes, as they immediately recovered, and went into Fury Mode.
"Wow, well, two can play at that game," Nyra said, going Fury Mode as well. A full battle ensured them as they clawed at Nyra, but missed all of their attempts to land a blow on her. They kept attacking, and missed every shot, due to the fact that she traveled as fast as the lightning itself. Cynder suddenly let out a blast of Fury, but to her mistake, the dragoness disappeared, and appeared immediately behind Cynder.
"I know of your past, Terror of the Skies," Nyra quickly said, landing quick blows to the head, and piling her into the snow, leaving her unconcious.
"Now, its your turn Spyro," Nyra turned towards him, just as he let a blast of Fury shoot out of his mouth. She quickly dodged it, and charged straight at Spyro, sending the both of them into the flaming ash, landing solid blows onto one another's face. Just as Spyro was about to become victorious, Nyra found his pressure point, and bit on it, as hard as she could, causing Spyro to let out a painful cry, and becoming unconcious. Nyra came out of the battle, with Spyro dangling from her mouth, blood slowly coming out of the wound she had left. The golden dragoness threw Spyro over to where Cynder was lying, underneath a pair of icicles. Suddenly, Nyra shot electricity at the icicles, and let them drop towards the two unconcious dragons, then, out of nowhere, Avarian gnabbed the icicles, and threw them towards the burning ash, letting them melt immediately.
"We're here to imprison, not to kill, and besides, you know who that is, right?" The huge red dragon hissed, pointing to Cynder's unconcious body with his tail.
"Yes, I know of your relationship with her in the past, but they attacked me first," Nyra fibbed, glaring at the two dragons, and helping Avarian drag the two off into the prison where the other villagers were.
The two dragons awoke hours later to find themselves trapped in an enormous cage encased in dark crystals, and every minute of being trapped in there was draining them of their power. Knowing what was happening immediately, the two attacked the crystal, but the crystal kept regenerating with every attack they could do. They were slowly losing their life energy as well as their mana, and as they gave up and were ready for the afterlife, something yellow was carrying something dark that looked like a key. They knew exactly who it was that was saving them: Sparx.
"Sparx, how did you?" Spyro asked, wandering how he got the key in the first place.
"Well, I went to the guards and begged them for it, they gave me the key, and here I am," Sparx explained, sarcastically. Cynder knew he was lying from the way Sparx was talking.
"Really?" Cynder said, almost sounding as sarcastic as Sparx.
"Hey, she-witch, this thing was VERY difficult to get," Sparx smart-mouthed, giving the black dragoness more of an opportunity to squish Sparx, and continue on with the journey.
"We don't have time for fighting, we have prisoners here we have to save," Spyro told the two, running off into the direction where the center of the tower was, he knew there that was where the prisoners would be kept. Cynder soon followed and Sparx was at the back of the group, dumping the key at the edge of the room. The trio reached the center of the tower with fewer enemies to fight, but as they entered the room, they all started to gain a impulse that something bad was going to happen.
"Something's not right here either," Spyro told himself, investigating the entire dome-like room. Cynder followed in with what it was the purple dragon was doing, and began looking around for the prisoners. Sparx, being scared about the impulse, moved out of the two dragons way to let them continue investigating. The yellow dragonfly flew up towards an area where armor was sitting on a chair, looking as if it was alive.
"While you two search for clues, I think I'll just relax right here," Sparx called down to the two dragons, while he sat on the armor's shoulder. What he didn't know was the armor was like the Ice King, and out of nowhere, Sparx was grabbed by one of the arms, and thrown into the centerpiece on the armor's stomachplate. The two looked up at the armor, and in turn, the armor looked down at them, Convexity surrounding the armor.
"Another Conversified?" Cynder bellowed as the armor made the jump into the center of the room.
"Get ready!" Spyro called out to the black dragoness, who was already ready for battle. The armor pulled out a giant sword from the convexity, and suddenly, the black energy flowed into the sword, empowering not only the armor, but the sword itself.
"Spyro! The sword seems to be the only thing that looks like a weakness!" Cynder called out to him. The purple dragon looked at the sword it was carrying, and could see the souls of many trapped villagers in it, and not only that, he could see Sparx trapped in the sword. Enraged at seeing his brother trapped in the sword, Spyro charged straight at the armor, only to be knocked back by an invisble wall of darkness. Cynder rushed to his aide immediately.
"We need to be careful about where we're attacking him," Cynder said, as silently as she could, yet loud enough for Spyro to hear.
"Your right, there has to be an opening somewhere on this thing," Spyro whispered back to her.
"Maybe if one of us attack from behind, the other one can attack the sword and free all the souls!"
"Cynder, you're a genius! Alright, we'll stick with your plan," Spyro told her, ready to pounce from the front, while Cynder, being stealthy as she can be, moved to attack from behind. As soon as she was completely behind the armor, she called out for the plan to begin. She pounced onto its back, letting down the forcefield, and giving Spyro enough time to attack the sword not only with his claws, but his elements too. Suddenly, the armor grabbed Cynder by the neck, and started to strangle the black dragoness. Spyro was ready to pounce again, but was pushed back by the armor's invisible forcefield. He continued to attack again and again, and Cynder was getting close to death. Spyro saw her now gasping for air in the small amount of space she had from the armor's giant hand, and pounced at the armor again, this time breaking the forcefield blocking the front from assault. Not only did he save Cynder from the armor, but also took the sword it was wielding. As Spyro was being chased by the armor, Cynder had the opportunity to attack the armor from behind. Using her wind ability, the black dragoness created a tornado, which sucked the armor into it, giving Spyro the chance to lay down the final strike on the armor. As Cynder finally put the armor into mid-air, she used her wind ability to destroy the tornado, allowing the purple dragon to finish it off. Spyro plunged the sword into the armor's centerpiece, and suddenly, the armor was engulfed in a white light, and vanished. The sword on the other hand, was floating in mid-air, and began to crack, a sure sign that the spirits were finally beginning to be freed from the torment of being in darkness. Suddenly, the sword cracked into nothing but dust, allowing the spirits to transform back into what their original selves were: moles and cheetahs. Among the swarming crowd of villagers, Sparx was heard the loudest, and not only because of being trapped in there, but he began yelling out Spyro and Cynder's names.
The villagers rejoiced and with the two dragons help, they rebuilt all of the towns in a matter of hours, only this time, Spyro made sure they stayed up using a protective earth wall around all of the houses. As soon as the work was finished on all of the towns, the villagers had gathered around Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx to congratulate them on what they had done.
"Thank you, no thank you, no, no, no, thank you," Sparx repeatedly said to all of the villagers who were focusing their thank yous on the two dragons who freed them from the imprisonment, and helped rebuild all of their lost towns. As they recieved the thank yous from everyone, Cynder smiled at the crowd who thanked her, she had never been thanked by anyone rather than Spyro, Ignitus, Volteer, Terrador, and Cyril. Pride welled up inside of her, and it felt joyous; having this many people thank her for something Spyro mainly did, but she didn't care less about who did most of the work, she was loved by these people for saving them from the Convexity. Fear was something of the past for these people, for she proved herself as a savior, not a terror. Night came slowly, but surely, and everyone had returned to their homes for the night, even Spyro and Sparx were given their own rooms to stay in. All was peaceful, but Cynder remained disturbed by past events. To clear her mind, she left behind the warmth of a fire, and the warmth of the dragon she loved, and started a trek through the frozen wasteland.