UPDATE: I think all of you know I don't own Spyro. So disclaimer, out.
-Chapter Seven: The Power Within-
Spyro awoke, finding himself surrounded by darkness. He got up and glanced left to right, trying to figure out where he was. "H-Hello? What the…" Spyro called out, finding a little silver dragon waddling around the Darkness. "K-Krome!" Spyro said, grabbing the small dragon. Krome looks at his father willingly. The dragon cooed happily as he wiggles around. "Cynder and Kelai are right, you are very cute. I'm proud to be you're father." Spyro said willingly.
He walked around what appeared to be a small section covered in darkness with his son on his back. "I wonder where Cynder is…and Kelai…" Spyro muttered. Then a voice called out to Spyro. "Spyro…" the voice called deeply. "W-Who's there?" Spyro asked, gesturing for battle. "Spyro…find you're power…stop this war." The voice instructed. "H-How," Spyro asked unsure. "Look within you, Spyro, look within you…" The voice whispered, fading away. "Look within me…" Spyro muttered. He closed his eyes…entering his soul and spirit.
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Spyro opens his eyes, finding himself in a beautiful garden. White roses and arches led to a beautiful majestic lake. He walked through the arches and sat right in front of the lake. "Hello Spyro," a distant voice greeted. "H-Hello…and who is there?" Spyro asked. "I am you're ancestor, Whitla, spirit of Light and power." The voice responded in a light tone.
Spyro's eyes widened, the voice sounded the exact same as the voice he heard earlier. "Why have you summoned me?" Spyro asked. "Spyro, when two ancient dragons go to war, Blackout usually occurs, we need you to use the power of Light to lighten this Blackout." Whitla replied. Spyro thought that did make sense. "How must I use this power, Whitla?" Spyro asked politely. "Spyro…seek in this garden, it has a white soul. Once you've found it, eat it, and return to this lake." Whitla instructed.
Spyro nodded and ran off in search of the white soul. He ran across many meadows and gardens, he'd hope he would find the lake he went to earlier, and he'd also hope he's find it easier than finding the soul.
Spyro soon found the soul, floating inside a tank filled with purified water. Instead of the Dark soul found in the Forbidden Temple, the smell it released every time it pumped smelled wonderful. He grabbed the soul and looked at it. The soul emitted a white aura; it was waiting for a new place to settle. Spyro swallowed it whole; his body turned a bright white and his wings turned gold. He then flew in search of the lake.
He found the lake; weirdly it felt a whole lot easier finding the lake than the soul. He landed in front of it, sitting down. "Ok, Whitla, I have eaten the soul, what must I do?" Spyro asked. "What more? You've already submitted you're self to the power of Light. Now, unleash a rage of light, and Blackout will end." Whitla said, the voice fading away.
Spyro closed his eyes, his body emitting a white aura. He rose, unleashing a burst of light. Rays of light shot across from his body out, then the light was practically his surroundings. Then, the light vanished and Spyro was found on war ground. He looked around; apes were placed in their spot, armed with amour. Then, he saw Cynder, Kelai and Sparx chained to a wall. "S-Spyro!" Cynder greeted, weakly. "Shh," Spyro hushed. He crawled over to them. "What happened?" Spyro asked.
"Spyro, they captured us as prisoners. War has begun and Spyro…the Dark Master's son is behind all of it. You're the only one to save us; this war is almost unstoppable to other dragons." Kelai said unfortunate. "How," Spyro asked. "Go and find two of the silver dragons Ignitus explained to us. Make peace with them and bring them back here." Cynder explained. "Ok….wait…where is Krome?!" Spyro asked. "Shh, he's over there, they won't kill him." Cynder hushed. "Okay," Spyro said with relief. Then Spyro flew off, in search of Lycia and Bronzo.
He had no idea where they might be, and then he remembered the Chronicler always had maps and books. So, he'd fly there first and then start his quest. He flapped his wings then began to fly over to the Chronicler's place. He flied long and hard. When he finally reached the White Isle he landed at the entrance. Remembering all the tests he had to take and his knowledge, he managed to fly over to The Chronicler's hiding area with ease. He walked inside, the library placed inside his spot, he looked for maps. "Now…what were those two places called, oh, the Diean Open and the Northern Island." He muttered. He waltzed over to a shelf containing many maps and scrolls.
He grabbed a few and dug through them. He found the Diean Open, now he had to find the Northern Island. When both maps found, he studied them hard. He read the scripted words and images many times in order for his brain to sustain it all. Now he felt ready and flew out of the White Isle.
He then remembered a land mark that meant the Northern Island was near, it was a crooked tree, almost shaped like a skull. He wondered what it meant, maybe something dangerous, but nonetheless, he knew he had to anything to protect his friends. He found a tree shaped like a skull; he landed to take a break. "What a long shot…" Spyro muttered. Then something shook the ground. He looked around. Then the tree actually stood up, roaring behind Spyro. Spyro gestured for battle; the tree summoned a bunch of fire balls, ringing around him. Spyro knew…this guy is hard to beat.