Here is part 3 of the three-part chapter done. What will happen to Spyro with a cunning plan by the Purple Dragon Malefor?
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Spyro was clinching his claws on hard rock, taking the advice from Malefor. Instead of grinding his claws, he was grinding the rock to scattered piles of sand.
"Make my claws sharp in rocks," whispered Spyro. "What was Malefor thinking?"
Spyro tried to sharpen his small, curved teeth with the flattest stones. Even those stones were getting torn to sand like shredded cheese.
Frustrated, Spyro threw what was left of the flat stones into the river. He laid himself down and crossed his legs beneath his chin.
"Sharping my teeth and claws, ba," he grunted. "I don't know if he's the best uncle or a small brain Purple Dragon."
Then Spyro could hear the sand moving. Spyro moved his up and looked at the sand, which stopped suddenly. When Spyro rested his head again, the piles of sand started to move again. Smaller, crushed rocks started to scatter from a soft earthquake. Boulders from the higher parts of the waterfall started to stumble.
Spyro got up quickly. Spyro could feel the ground beneath him shifting deep within. He could feel his body moving if he had an earthquake inside him. His claws could feel being separating from inches into feet. Spyro felt his tail slivering like a snake.
Suddenly, there came a rumbling of war cries from the waterfalls' summit. Small particles of dust spread out like a horde of bees and separated into two groups: one soared and the other trembled down.
Grublins!
Hordes of Grublins took to the sky and the ground. Some thousands of them were sprawling out like bees from a beehive. Armed with rocky clubs, they all headed down to one target: Spyro.
Spyro, who had looked in great horror, froze in complete fear. He quickly regained his consciousness and dashed down the river. The flying Grublins shot down shadow arrows at the running, Purple Dragon prince.
The arrows came raining down like comets on the sides of Spyro, but not striking him and he did not take notice why since there were maybe thousands of them trailing behind him. As Spyro headed down the river with the Grublins behind him, he headed down straight for a place where he did not know he was bringing the Grublins to: the cheetah village.
The cheetahs were gathered in their village going about their daily lives. Their were taking down old, cracked huts and rebuilding with new and firm wood. They were stocking up wheat in piles of grained. Just going about their normal lives.
Among them Hunter, who was present at the Presentation of Spyro, sat at the village's entrance, with his quiver and bow hanging from his back. He was overlooking the river and the lands filled with lushly green grass and the sounds of the flowing river. He could feel peacefulness flowing through the valley like the flowing river.
The chieftain of the village, Chief Prowlus, went outside to join Hunter.
"The day has been long and quiet," said Hunter. "Not a creature has been exited this day."
"Oh, come on, everyday has been quiet," said the chief.
"Not like this day," said Hunter. "I have a feeling something is coming."
"You always have a feeling something bad happening, Hunter."
"This time I know something is coming."
Suddenly, there was horn blowing; it was causing an alarm.
"Grublins are coming!" shouted cheetah, running around a corner near the river.
In the sky, flying Grublins were seen flying down from the sky.
King Ignitus was spending time in Warfang. He received word that moles were overlooking a certain construction site that was being delayed, due to a flu spreading through the mole population. The commanding mole of the construction site was telling Ignitus the flu was spreading like a swarm of bees.
"This was suppose to be a nursing for your dragon hatchlings," complained the mole leader. "Without my other moles, we're going to be delayed for about a month. "
"The flu is spreading fast and wide, even some of my dragons are getting the flue," said Ignitus, grimed. "Some of them are heavily infected with it."
The mole and the dragon looked at the slowly constructing moles slowly hammering and nailing wooden blanks to the other nailed blanks and pillars. Dragon statues were aligned in a single row like a battalion of soldiers.
"Do you need any help with this building?" asked Ignitus.
"No," answered the mole. "Only small creatures such us moles can fit through those small holes we built for your dragon hatchlings."
"Very well. You have my sympathies, mole."
Ignitus walked away from the construction site and into the crowed streets of the dragon city of Warfang. He walked to the lower parts of the city and viewed moles and dragon in the market places. From a certain spot, Ignitus saw Sparx flying up to him.
Sparx was flying fast like a prey running from its predictor.
"Sparx, what is it?"
"Swamps of fasting moving clouds move in the Valley of Avalar, heading for the cheetah village."
"Clouds? Cheetah Village?"
"Ignitus!" shouted Malefor, from the sky. Malefor was flying in a great hurry.
Ignitus annoyingly looked at the Purple Dragon.
"Ignitus, quick a swarm of Grublins are in the Valley. Spyro is also there."
"SPYRO?"
Spyro swung around the corner and ran between Hunter and Chief Prowlus and a group of hunters.
The flying Grublins shot down more arrows from the sky.
The cheetahs shot back their arrows at the Grublins, which were shot down with one pointy end of an arrow. It seemed that cheetahs were better shooters than the flying ugly creatures.
"It's the prince," shouted one of the cheetahs.
Hunter was shocked to see Spyro running in their direction.
"Prince Spyro," called Hunter.
But Spyro wasn't paying attention; he was so terrified, he let his fear the better of him. The only thing he could do was run from the terror that was a jam to kill him.
Hunter saw the young dragon running around a tight corner.
After keeping his eyes on the dragon prince, an arrow was shot down near his foot. Hunter blinked and shot back. Then he turn his eyes towards the ground Grublins.
"There are too many coming," shouted a Chief Prowlus. "And the prince is in danger. We need to call the dragons for help."
"Don't worry," said Hunter. "I know he is coming. There is that secret passage to Warfang."
Ignitus and Malefor were both flying in the secret entrance that lead to the valley and the village of the cheetahs. Sparx was flying ahead. A squad of dragon guards were flying behind the two royal dragons. Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer were among the guards.
At the end of the cave, they knocked down the door. As the dragons flew out the exit, hordes of Grublins, both flying and running, were everywhere before their eyes. Flying Grublins and running Grublins were tearing and shredding down trees and bushes.
"Everyone," said Ignitus, turning to his dragon subjects. "We must go to the cheetah village and help the cheetahs with this swarm of Grublins. And we must rescue my son from them, no matter the cost."
Terrador was the first to move forward.
"You heard the dragon. Let's move."
Terrador moved ahead of the other dragons and took off in flight, in the direction of the cheetah village.
"I must go find my son. The rest of you head towards the cheetah village."
Ignitus took off next in search of his son. The other dragons followed in the direction of Terrador.
For Malevar, he followed the fire dragon at a distance behind him. Malevar wanted to experience a father saving his son, and there was something he had planned; he wanted the Grublins to chase Spyro all the way towards the Floating Islands. And below the Floating Islands: the Burnt Lands, the place where all fire dragons go to die.
The Grublins chased Spyro all the way towards a flying wind that carried him all the way high at a great altitude. The wind was gushing in his eyes. He could barely see yet control his own flying. He hasn't finished with his flying training. His was all on his own.
The wind blew him all the way towards islands in the air; Spyro was coming towards the Floating Islands.
Spyro landed on the nearest island near him. He landed hard, shouting with an imph. Injured, he limply got back up on his feet.
Not far behind him were the Grublin Wyverns, dragon, worm-like creatures that have been flying closely behind him. They were about a dozen of them.
Spyro saw them coming and walked towards an edge. He glimpsed over and saw land fiery land far below with no sites of any other island floating in the air and only the Grublin Wyverns flying to him. Spyro turned and limped towards the opposite end. At the other end, there were more islands floating above and below his island and more Grublin Wyverns were coming.
Spyro had nowhere to go. He was isolated on the island he was on and surrounded. He felt so hopeless like a hatchling that lost its mother.
"Help! Help!" he cried.
There was no response; only screeches of the Grublin Wyverns coming his way. He was running to and fro on his little small island.
From all around, there was one big, wide whirlwind spiraling around one giant island with a castle on top of it in the center. All smaller islands were floating around the bigger floating island.
But with Grublin Wyverns coming closer to him, Spyro now was feeling he was a goner.
The Grublin Wyverns shot down dark energy soundwaves at Spyro.
Spyro barely dodged the attacks and one such attack pounded him off the island's ground and headed straight down with no islands.
"AAHHH!" screamed Spyro.
Just then, Ignitus stormed out of Spyro and grabbed him by the tail. Ignitus placed Spyro on his back and started flying in which Spyro was blown from.
Ignitus kicked and clawed any Grublin Wyverns coming towards him or his son. He also blew fireballs at distant targets. But with the power winds of the widen whirlwind carrying all the islands, Ignitus was stuck. It looked like he had no choice but to go straight down towards the Burnt Lands. Spyro had nowhere to go. He was isolated on the island he was on and surrounded. He felt so hopeless like a hatchling that lost its mother.
"Help! Help!" he cried.
There was no response; only screeches of the Grublin Wyverns coming his way. He was running to and fro on his little small island.
From all around, there was one big, wide whirlwind spiraling around one giant island with a castle on top of it in the center. All smaller islands were floating around the bigger floating island.
But with Grublin Wyverns coming closer to him, Spyro now was feeling he was a goner.
The Grublin Wyverns shot down dark energy soundwaves at Spyro.
Spyro barely dodged the attacks and one such attack pounded him off the island's ground and headed straight down with no islands.
"AAHHH!" screamed Spyro, seeing how no one was coming to save him.
Just then, Ignitus stormed out of Spyro and grabbed him by the tail. Ignitus placed Spyro on his back and started flying in which Spyro was blown from.
Ignitus kicked and clawed any Grublin Wyverns coming towards him or his son. He also blew fireballs at distant targets. But with the power winds of the widen whirlwind carrying all the islands, Ignitus was stuck. It looked like he had no choice but to go straight towards the central floating island.
But beneath Ignitus a dashing Grublin Wyvern knocked into the fire dragon and sent Spyro flying to a low street-like island that was just at the base of the central island.
Spyro shook his head hard and looked for his father who came up from behind and grabbed Spyro.
Ignitus flew straight up and placed Spyro down in front of the castle. Ignitus dashed up and around at a fiery speed and knocked down a door. The king flew back to pick up Spyro and went out the hole Ignitus broke. He flew towards a corner and landed. He placed Spyro at a nearby red egg-like crystal.
"Spyro, stay here until I—"
A Grublin Wyvern struck the fire dragon in the eye, knocking over an edge.
"DAD!" yelled Spyro, as he say Ignitus down and get swallowed by the whirlwind. Sourronding him was walls of the castle blocking his view where Ignitus was blown away. Spyro jumped and climbed the walls in order to search for his father.
Ignitus was in the whirlwind and being pushed from his flying control of his winds. It was like someone was controlling him. Ignitus did his best to regain his self-control of his wings. He tried flapping his wings but to no advantage. Ignitus began to move he legs if he was walking. Since he couldn't fly, he widen his wings his winds to glide with the wind.
This he took to his advantage. With his wings gliding with the wind, Ignitus was able to maneuver over towards a wall and dropped the stones, digging his claws into the process. Ignitus then started to climb up the wall.
Suddenly, there was a wind pressure dropping on him. Ignitus his body pressure dropping if he was lifting a rock. Steady and slowly, Ignitus lifted his legs an inch at a time.
As he neared the top, Ignitus' body could feel his body strength being drained from his body. He couldn't help but notice a dark figure standing in front of the blazing sun and above him.
"You there," called Ignitus, barely slipping. He wanted to fly but he still held no control over his flying abilities. "Help me up."
But the blinding figure just stood... until he suddenly latches onto the fire dragon's feet with claws sharp.
Ignitus roared in pain and looked at the dragon that struck horror on the king's face.
"MALEFOR!" shouted smiled evilly and said something slyly: "LONG... LIVE...THE...KING!
The Purple Dragon slipped Ignitus's feet off the wall and sent him back falling into the whirlwind. Ignitus fell down towards the whirlwind, towards the nearby islands that he pounded into, and normal gravity grabbed onto and pulled Ignitus down.
"AARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Ignitus shouted with his greatest might as he fell and disappeared into the clouds that obscured the Burnt Lands.
"DDDDDAAAAAADDDDDD!"
Spyro watched in horror from a ledge of the castle's top as his father vanish from his site behind the clouds covering the Burnt Lands.
Suddenly, the whirlwind stopped and the strong, blowing winds died down. The Grublin Wyverns all flew away from Spyro if they just lost interest in hunting and killing the dragon prince.
Now all alone on the Floating Islands, Spyro jumped and glided down to the Burnt Lands to search for his father.
NOTE: I am finally done this chapter. Took me at least a month to finish this long and huge chapter. But now it has paid off and it is done. Now feel the pursuance on the next chapter of this story that will determine the fate of the future.
