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"Your mine!" the creature said in a hollow voice
The creature charged at Spyro and grabbed the purple dragon by his neck violently lifting him up.
"Your mine!" it said again, a second later the creature dropped him, howling in pain electricity violently crackling over it being!
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Cynder yelled, she had jabbed her tail into its side and was shocking it. Reacting the creature grabbed her tail and yanked it from his then threw her over its shoulder into some crates nearby, with enough force to breaking them as she landed on them. With the distraction gone it turned its attention back to Spyro, who was staring at it in fear unable to move.
"Mine!" it whispered again and slowly reached for Spyro. Cynder seeing this quickly got on her feet and charged at charge at it. She rammed it in its side slamming it into a wall, while it was stunned and dazed she ran over next to the parlayed Spyro.
"Come on Spyro we need to move!" she tried to coax him but got response as Spyro only gazed fearfully at it.
"Damn it all, don't lose yourself now Spyro!" she wrapped her tail around Spyro neck and quickly led the dragon away.
"Mine" the creature said, while Cynder lead the purple dragon away.
Elsewhere Cynder stood panting her as her side hurt while Spyro still seemed to dumbstruck to do anything, looking around for any help she noticed that Warfang was empty.
"Wait but its mid-day the streets should be active!" her voice seemed to echo, not effected by any other sound. "Where is everyone?"
"What's happening?" she looked at Spyro, whose eyes were wide. He only stared at the floor, completely unresponsive to anything Cynder did. While trying to more or less awake Spyro, she froze as she head a metal object getting drug across the ground at a slow pace, looking over toward the center of the plaza, Cynder saw the creature staring them dead on, then it blinked out of existence.
"wha-"
"Mine!" the dragoness turned around fast to find the creature standing two feet behind them both, bringing the large clever like sword above his head, it let out such a horrifying scream that not even Cynder could conjure that type of horror with her fear ability. The dragoness froze solid in her movements, is that what it did to Spyro? Was what the dragoness thought in what could be her last moments? Cynder closed her eyes tight, waiting for it to bring down its blade, but only to hear metal clash against each other, her eyes flying open above her Cynder saw an axe blade, pushing against the creatures blade.
"Wait, that's Ryuujin weapon but!" Turing her head slowly Cynder caught a glimpse of one she never hoped to see again. It was the dark master Malefor standing above her and Spyro blocking the creatures attack.
"You!" Cynder said, her fear melting away being replaced by a raging hatred.
"Quell your anger Cynder, I know you hate me but now is not the time!" Malefor stated batting away, and then ramming into the creature knocking it straight through a wall!
"Grab your mate and run GET OUT OF WARFANG!" Malefor demanded of her.
"You dare make a demand of me Malefor!" anger ran though Cynder's vein not only at seeing him, but of him making a demand of her as well, and a light purple aura began to radiate around her.
"After all you have done!" Cynder's emotion began to fully control her. "After all the lives you have destroy! You dare make a demand of me?!" below like glass reality itself seemed to crack, and it began violently spread. "You will not make demands of me! You screwed up my life, and made everyone hate me!" the cracks spread over the entire plaza at this point. "I will never answer to you again!" Cynder yelled, with her emotions fluxing the aura around her began to intensify. Then a huge pulse of aura shot off from the dragoness, damaging the area around them and had knocked Malefor down on too his side and engulfed the creature as it came out of the hole, it scream in pain as the light engulfed it.
'Amazing!' Malefor thought. 'I never thought her power had come along so far, especially since they had only awaken and such a short time ago... Amazing!' Was Malefor's last thought before the entire dimension seemed to be engulfed by a bright white light.
As the light died down Cynder glanced around the area, the entire area had a sickly Grey covering it. Reality itself seemed broken, buildings were cracked and shattered floating in midair others had entire pieces missing, Cynder had no idea for what was happening, until she caught a glance of the creature that was attacking her and Spyro from before, it's from was horridly mangled, it head was twisted around and misshapen, the rest of its body was the same as the head.
"Did I do that?" Cynder asked herself, looking around Malefor was also gone as well as Spyro.
"Yes you did young dragoness!" a gruff voice answered her question. Gazing around Cynder couldn't figure out where the voice had come from.
"You do not need to look for us young dragoness, for we are here, in front of you." four translucent dragons appeared in front of her. Two were male and two were female. As much panic and fear Cynder was feeling from what occurred, she felt at peace now in some manner. Like the fear had just melted away. It was like they were radiating an aura of purity.
"There's is no doubt; you have many questions, but please hold those for later."
"But Spyro!"
"There is no need to fret about that young one." one of the females spoke. Strangely Cynder felt comfort at her words; a slim round mirror appeared near Cynder, showing both her and Spyro in the alleyway frozen in time right before the creature struck.
"If you're wondering what you're looking at its currently what is happing in the real world, the creature that attack you. That thing," he said gazing over at the mangled mess Cynder made of it. "was a death sword, they tend to be great warriors in life but when they died, they don't lose their taste for battle and souls become attached to their weapon cursing themselves to wander the realms forever, seeking out souls to fuel themselves with. When they find one they want, they will freeze reality for everything but the intended prey to hunt it, and they will create illusion to throw off its prey... much like it did using an image of your chosen mate.
"But that is aside the point Nolune." the other male said with a voice deep and sage-like.
"Ah, yes of course, please forgive me my father was a bit of a rambler like most energy dragons are. But allow us to introduce ourselves young one."
"I am Nolune, The first purple dragon of legend." Nolune stood at a size large than an average adult dragon his under belly was pitch black, his eyes were dull gold and grey horns counting four which had a slight upward curve to them his scales were a very dark purple, and had old scars covering his entire being and a large one on his chest showing the many battles in his past, yet the only armor visible on his being was a single gold band on his left front leg. His tail weapon was a jagged spear point.
"I am Solana, the second" the female with the angelic voice said. Solana, was a very beautiful dragoness, her horns were a dark red, her scales were a lighter color than Nolune's but still dark in color. She had a tan underbelly much like Spyros. Unlike however Nolune, she did not have many scars. She had no visible armor expect for a single silver tail band, followed to her tail weapon which was a short blade with a serrated edge.
"Torke, the third." the other female said, like the other Torke was a slender dragoness, her scales were a light purple with a black underbelly, her horns were pure silver, having only two they both jutted straight back, and on the end of her tail her weapon seemed to be the end of a harpoon with two barbs on it. As for armor her helmet was pure gold with green trim, it only covered the top of her head, it hung onto her horns, and it slightly dipped between her eyes. On the other side two lines of the helmet, came down and curved half-way around her eyes stopping right under them. Her armlet and backside armor were colored in a similar fashion.
"Recon. The fifth." he seemed to be the standard size for a male adult dragon, expect he was a bit more bulky. His scales were a plain purple like Spyro's, and he had five horns line up beside each other, each a dark brown. His under belly was a dark red like Solana's ,and his tail was akin to a stone hammer, showing earth dragon parents perhaps. And unlike any traditional dragon armor the dragon garbed in leather made armor had had a red sash hanging across his chest.
"Recon?" Cynder asked
"I was given the name by the cheetahs that raised me."
"We are four of the previous purple dragons of legend young one! And we are here for the current purple dragon of legend. This stunned Cynder, and at the same time puzzled her.
"But wait, then why aren't you talking to Spyro?"
"Spyro is a purple dragon of legend... but we're not here for him, we are here for you." the gruff voice said calmly.
"but, why?"
"well, aside from saving you from that!" Nolune said, referring to the monster. "a warning about Malefor? The one you saw wasn't an illusion created by that creature."
"how is it possible hes still alive?"
"that's the thing though he is dead, after the year being sealed away both his body and mind have rotted away, the real Malefor is no longer a threat, but his spawn isn't."
"what dose this have to do with ryuujin?!" Cynder stated rather defensively, while only knowing about them being siblings for a month she already built a strong kinship with her half brother.
"hes on a path that is on par with his fathers." Nolune stated
"how so?" Cynder questioned.
"your half-brother is seeking out objects, ones that can stabilize his power." solana said
"what is he searching for and how would you know?" the elder dragons seemed uneasy at her question.
"we watch many dragons who have destiny's that will greatly effect the world around them, and right now your brother is the one that will affect everyone greatest."
"but why dose he needed to stabilize it?"
"because you brother is of a breed that doesn't come from any realm know to us."
"you mean a twilight dragon?"
"yes." torke said. "your brother is apart of a rare species, and one with the power to even overcome the purple dragons of legend.
"your speaking of Arare right?" Cynder asked, recalling her conversation with Gaia about the king, while surprising the elder dragons.
"you know of the tyrant king? We thought his legend was obscured in this era."
"none the less, despite what we believe your brother is on we are only asking you to take
"for now we believe its best to you return to realms for now." as soon as that is said the world disappeared around and Cynder found herself walking beside Spyro once more like nothing had ever happened.
"wait did that even happen?" Cynder had stop abruptly gaining the anettinon of her mate while she tried to gain any baring of reality.
"something wrong Cynder?" Spyro In response She only shook her head slightly and smile.
"its nothing Spyro." she said, her voice a little shaky. Spyro raise an eyebrow at her but took her answer and kept on walking.
'was any of that real? she questioned herself completely unsure of what happened. 'but Malefor felt real!why did he defend me though?'
Later on
Cynder had put her experience in the back of her mind, ultimately she had put behind her for now, but it did get her thinking, if anything they said could be true could there be something wrong with her brother, but she just ignored the thoughts, right now she was finishing putting on her armor they had gotten early that day. It had been quite some time since she had wore armor at all, all be it ceremonial armor, it still took her back to her journey early on with her mate. Breathing in one last time revealing in her good past she made sure her armor was on tight before leaving to meet up with Spyro in the guardians hall.
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creatures of legend
author: ragvard the relantless
page:198
Creature profile: death sword
Type: ghostly specter
Alignment: chaotic
Summary: the death sword, is a very horrifying voracious creature these creatures are the spawn of former swordsmen. They're born through the agony and greed upon death, not wanting to leave this world of swordsmen will unconsciously attach their souls to their weapon. But as a result of this their soul becomes scattered, as the best way to put this, the pure soul is the part trying to leave the body and move on, but its the mind of the person that is holding onto the earth and not wanting to leave it. Does this results in creating a distorted corrupt soul. now since what is left is veing is only being governed bthe earthly emotions of the mind, it becomes a creature of violence and one of the misery and it wanders the world looking for food but in their case their food is souls of the miserable and evil.
Note to the readers:sorry im so slow with updating, im trying as hard as I can to continue this story and I will continue to.