Avalar's Redemption Chapter 7
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Spyro canon characters, they respectfully belong to Sierra.
Any other non-canon characters are owned by me.
As Cynder stopped crying, I then noticed that my shirt was missing.
"Uhhh, I know I'm gonna look stupid but, has anyone seen my shirt?"
Upon my statement ringing out, a cheetah walked into the room, carrying my shirt, saying "Aw yes, I took it off of you so that we may inspect the wound. As for me having your shirt, I had our finest repair your fabric to its rightful design." He then lifted it up for me to see, turning the shirt inside and out, showing no clear sign that the hole that was there was even there to begin with.
As I got a clear view of the cheetah, I noticed a hood with a bow strapped around his back, with a short sword on his right side inside the hilt. When he placed my shirt down, then I noticed that it was none other than Hunter.
"Ah, thank you Hunter, I was afraid that someone must of took it or that it was shredded from the attack."
As I finished examining the repairs to my shirt, I noticed Hunter carrying a weapon holster, one big enough to carry my blade on and that I could strap to my belt.
"I hope you don't mind, I've also takin the liberty to also get a fine-made blade holster that could be attached to your belt so you could carry a blade as a form of protection." Hunter said as he handed me the weapon holster to look at.
Inspecting the holster, "Not at all, in fact, I used to have such a holster as this one, but I lost it to an attacker that hit my right flank, and had it not been there, I would have been done if it wasn't there. Thank you, you don't know how tiring it is to carry around my blade."
"Ohhh, so your a swordsman? Well, do you have any other weaponry skills?" Hunter asked, now intrigued.
Thinking back, I gave out a sigh, "Yes Hunter, in more ways than I could count. I've picked up archery when I had spare time while practicing hand-to-hand because my" spitting out the word "father, if you could call him that, resented having me, always too intellectual for my own good. Having always to fight him cause of what he is, I had to learn hand-to-hand so as to have any leeway from being beaten to a pulp time and time again." Slowly releasing my anger, I continued, "After leaving him where he is, I tried getting my own place, far from him as possible. After about a week or so, I ran into Zunde here" looking towards him, "Not far from where I was staying. When he noticed my laptop when he was walking by as i was sitting at the park on a bench, enjoying the day while getting work done, he noticed my laptop had 1 single icon on it that he faintly remembered: the S4 league icon. After he confronted me about if i played S4 League, we found that we both are players, and we both gave our user names that we used. When he said his, and after I said mine, we were both left in shock. We both had been close friends in S4 league, that everyone gave us the title: brothers. We had taken up the title through the years, slowly accepting it, as others slowly faded to what is now what we barely escaped from.
Zunde seeing I was out of breath, he continued for me, "When we knew who each other was, we started telling what has happened over the years. When I asked him if he still plays swords only, he told me"
"In more ways than you think." I said, saying what I said.
"Aye, that you did. When I asked him how, he told me he had made some finely-made blades with his time off, ones that resembled the blades from S4 League, the very ones that could be wielded with 1 hand or 2. He asked if I wanted to stop by his house, and I agreed. When we arried, he took me up to his room, and there, hanging on the wall, were the very blades that we've used in the game. When he took the blades off the wall, he showed me the craftsmanship that he used on the blades, using the finest metals that were strong, yet light enough to be effective in combat. As the day wore down, he invited me to stay over for the night, since I was just visiting Texas for the week, going around the country when I had the chance. As the days wore on, I eventually lost track of time, that, and the government was thrown into chaos when I arrived. Threats from every country, including ours, was on national TV, threatening one another for who knows what reason, with nuclear weapons should the others disagree. Seeing as this was happening, we quickly grabbed our stuff: clothes, water, foods, flashlights, an emergency radio, and the two blades and quickly made for Manuel's car. As he drove off to the south east, he told me that he had a small boat that we could use to get off the country with."
Seeing that he was out of breath, "He thought I was mad, but when he heard on the radio that there was an emergency evacuation to bomb shelters around the country, he urged me to floor it as fast as possible to the boat. When we arrived at the docks, I drove the car down the small dock, barely avoiding driving off the edge, quickly threw our stuff onto the boat, and made off through the Gulf of Mexico. After getting about a hundred miles between us and the coast, we saw a huge cloud appear straight over the country, rising off the land. After a day of driving and filling up the engine with gas we brought along, we saw a small island down the south eastern drive we took, slowly coming into view. Seeing that we were almost out of gas, we decided that this stop was as good as any, seeing that we were hundreds of miles away from any country. Upon reaching the island, it seemed that it was uninhabited, wildlife filled the small island for miles around. After a small amount of trekking through the forest, we happened upon an old guard post that seemed to be over a hundred years old, probably used during world war 1. After settling down and finding a nearby stream and hunting some game with the bow set I brought along, we made a few fortifications should anything happen."
After a small coughing fit, I continued "Sure enough, there were scouting parties that were looking for any threats, all technology wiped out, expect for a few small sized engine boats, around the island and to find locations of approaching enemy factions, and set up guard bases, should anyone try to move in, now that all of the now nuclear-infested lands all around the glove are defenseless. After 2 days or so, they found our safe haven, forcing us to defend ourselves. The first scouting party consisted of about 8 men, but when they didn't report back, other scouting parties were sent their way, all leading towards us. As the attacks grew too fierce and frequent, we barely had any time to mend our wounds and gather food and water, my arrow supply out and not enough time to carve any more."
"You've must have been quite the swordsman, seeing as it took them months to finally put you down and hundreds of men later." Hunter said, astounded.
"Not without Zunde having been at my side. Yes I've could of taken groups down, but I would eventually fall like every great swordsman out there."
"He's right you know" said Zunde. As everyone shifted their gaze back to him, he continued "He's also right about falling in combat. When that last raid on our guard post came through, I would of died there easily without him as he would had he been without me. I swore when I saw him fall, knowing very well that he couldn't survive that blow to the back he took for me while trying to get me to safety."
"Just out of curiosity, how many people were in each wave of those attackers?" Huner asked.
"Uuumm, I'd say they started by around 8, then quickly grew to around 17 in those 3 months we were attacked, sometimes more, if scouting parties met up along the way, with an attack coming around every other day, sometimes every 3 days if we were lucky.
"What exactly was your home like?" Cynder asked in a saddened tone.
I sighed, "Before World War 3, the world was barely peaceful, everyone always fighting for what they want: food, money, drugs, water, amusement, or just didn't plain like each other. Chaos was everywhere, not one place was safe.
Taking in the last memories of my family before the chaos reigned, I slowly brought myself to continue.
"During World War 3, which was the nuclear war we barely escaped, caused every country to be in ruins, madmen causing terror with their armies from their countries across the world for power, resources, and slaying innocents that were in their way or weren't helping their "cause", taking everything they wanted.
Slowly gasping for breath after the long explanation, me and Zunde had collapsed back onto the bed, having immense amounts of pain, coughing fits, gasping for air when we could.
Seeing the situation unfold, Spyro ran out the room down the hallway back to the doctors, using dragon time to ensure he could get to them as fast as possible.
The guardians were heading to the humans room when all of a sudden, they were blasted by a huge gust of wind, seeing a streak of purple briefly before realizing who it was.
"What in blazing! What do you think Spyro's rushing out for?" Terrador practically yelled out to the other guardians, his voice echoing through the hallway.
When the doctors came rushing past the guardians not shortly after Spyro sped past them, that they feared the worst, especially when the doctors turned the corner into the humans room.
"Oh, this can't be good..." Terrador said as he rushed right behind the trail of doctors who were carrying vials of medicine and syringes, his fellow guardians right behind him.