Chapter 6
Am I dead...? Wondered Cynder. She still had feeling in her limbs, and her body. And she wasn't viewing her decapitated body form the ground. Cynder began to see again, as she opened her eyes. Looking around, she realized she was on her back, amidst chaos. Dragons were running, screaming form the site, and she saw a dragon encased in green earth energy doing battle with Zelas.
Zelas flapped his wings, gaining altitude, only for the dragon to leap up, and bring him back down by the wings. Zelas, Snarling, suddenly breathed a torrent of flames into the dragons face. The dragon stumbled back, shaking his head violently. Cynder then saw the guillotine. It was in pieces. But her neck was twinging with pain. She lifted her head, and felt the back of it.
There was a scraping of missing flesh, but nothing serious. She turned her gaze back to the fight, Only to be met with a set of adult green dragon legs picking her up off of the ground, and carrying her into the distance. She struggled for a moment, then the dragon spoke. "Cynder, Stop. It's me." It said.
"Terrador?" Cynder asked as the light faded. It was indeed Terrador. She hadn't seen him in a year.
"Yes. I'm taking you to the new temple, south of warfang. The old one was destroyed when Malefor broke the world apart." He replied.
"What? But we have to go back! We have to rescue Spyro!" Cynder said.
"He's captive too?" Terrador asked. Cynder nodded. Terrador sighed. "I can;t go back yet. I know that Spyro means allot to you, he does to all of us, But I can't afford to let myself be seen launching a rescue attempt. I've already risked a great deal getting you out." Cynder sighed.
"I understand." She said.
Terrador let Cynder fly on her own when she had regained her strengt,h and they flew southward for several minutes. Soon enough, the Temple was in sight. As they came to a landing, Cyril and Volteer came out. "Terrador! Cynder? What happened? You look so roughed up." Cyril said as they came down and landed.
"We need to talk. To the central chamber." Terrador ordered.
Meinsar snarled with irritation. "She escaped?" he asked. Zemas bowed his head.
"I am afraid so, Milord." Zemas said. He then looked up to Meinsar. "She seems to have been rescued by Terrador."
"Can nobody be trusted...?" Meinsar looked down.
"It would seem so." Zemas sounded disappointed.
"Very well... Listen, I am Friends with those guardians, I want to know what they're up to before I jump to any conclusions. Maybe they know something we don't." Meinsar said.
"Of course. But first, might I suggest that we move Spyro to a new location? There is the risk of Terrador or another Guardian coming to rescue him." Zemas said. Not all had gone to plan, but he could make this work...
"where would you recommend? I've not been otuside the region of warfang for some time now."
"Vellrock Castle. It is remote, and we can deal with Spyro there." Zemas said.
"Very well. Do as you will with that traitor." Meinsar commanded.
Spyro looked up from his cell. He saw Zelas rounding the corner with the black dragon. Spyro Snarled. "You bastard!" He snapped.
"I merely perform my duty to my King." Zemas smirked, and Spyro suddenly fell to the ground, the shrieking suddenly started in his head. He screamed. The pain was unimaginable. "Now, Come with me." The gate swung open, and Spyro passed out.