Avalar's Redemption Chapter 9
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Spyro canon characters, they respectfully belong to Sierra.
Nearly a week has gone by since the humans withdrawl effects of adrenaline and falling under a powerful coma.
Spyro and Cynder have been stopping by every hour since the humans they know as Manuel and Zunde had fallen into a coma, fearful that every passing day the two didn't awaken would lead to what they feared. On the seventh day, the humans were showing signs of recovery, their heart rates staying stable for longer lengths of time.
As Cynder was heading to the hospital room early in the morning, she heard the doctor bickering with someone inside the room. When she approached the door, she listened to all the commotion blaring out to the hallway.
"...and that's why I told you to be careful! You and your brother are just recovering from a life-threatening induced coma, and your up and about as if you just woke up! Bah! Do as you please, if you think your well enough to leave, go ahead, but if you end up here again in short notice, I won't let you hear the end of it!" The furious head ice dragon doctor yelled.
"That's fine with me, I don't plan on almost nearly being killed again Mr. uhhh..."
"Fair enough, Its Brisk."
"Well, with all due respect Brisk, we thank you for your hospitality and keeping us under your extensive care." Zunde stated.
"Don't forget Spyro and Cynder, they're the ones who watched over you every hour and the ones who brought you here to the hospital in the first place." Brisk added. "I'm just furious that it's always a conflict with others that brings in as many people that comes in mostly."
"Cynder walked into the room, her face full of relief and glowing that the two survived the harsh ordeal. "Brisk, while that may be right, but you got to understand that there are those who are forced to defend themselves from those what wish them harm, or in this case, their lives."
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, "Brisk, you have to remember who are the ones who start all the conflicts. The ones sent here are usually the ones that are forced to defend themselves. We were ambushed on that island too often to count, men wishing to kill us for either the base, thinking we were an enemy faction, or just to plain get rid of anyone who wasn't with them. Every innocent was already slaughtered, leaving us two on that abandoned island with that old guard base as our safe haven. No sooner that we made fortifications, we were found and quickly engaged with the scouts that were assigned to scout their area and kill off anyone in their way. We barely repelled the first wave that came through, seeing as we weren't ready for them. Without a means to get off the island other than hijacking one of their boats, we strengthened the gates as much as we possibly could, the gates so worn and rusted. After bandaging our wounds and taking a moment's reprieve, we headed out to gather food and water to last for the night. After that night, we were attacked every other day, scouting parties sent this way after the first never reported back, having to fall by our hand to live another day. Eventually more than 1 scouting party came at a time, or more parties sent in spread time intervals to insure that nothing was left out. Every time a party never responded, the groups kept growing and growing. We barely by this point had enough time to bandage up wounds, eat, gather food and water, and eat somethin to settle our stomachs, with a small break before the next group. The last group caught us unaware, us falling asleep walking the post walls for any sign of activity in the area. When the last man of the group was upon Zunde, I saved him just barely, and carried him as fast as I could to the central guard post room, the gate still holding up strong against the elements. I was basically dying when I was carrying him back to safety, blacking out faintly as I carried him. After that, all I remember is being stabbed and blacking out, thinkin I died. I guess that's when Spyro and Cynder saved us, but as to how we got here, we don't really know." I shuddered out, reliving the sword incident.
"What I thought happened, was that I passed out after I took out his supposed killer and got a hold of some medical supplies, but I do remember a faint bright blue and purple light right before I passed out." Zunde said out, still can't believing what happened, happened.
Brisk sighed, "wow, you two have been through a lot in such a short time span, luckily what happened, happened, otherwise, you two would have been dead. I'll just have to take your word on it, if you two say and feel like your fine, you may be on your way."
"What about a form of repayment? I don't feel right about leaving here till I do." I questioned
Brisk laughed, "And I won't feel right for charging you when your were only forced to defend your lives." Brisk countered.
"True, but if there's anything we could do for you?"
Putting his head down in thought, "Hmmm... Just do two things for me."
Zunde and I nodded.
"Don't send anyone to the hospital intentionally and try not to get yourself killed or anyone else..." Brisk laughed out.
Everyone started laughing their hearts out, with me practically crying out. "Yeah, will do, but your killing me right now..." Everyone's laughter ignited again as Brisk made for the door.
As Brisk bade us farewell, Cynder walked up to my bed, placing her head on my lap, looking into my eyes. "I...I... I thought you would never recover after the 3rd day went by!" Cynder started to cry deep into my chest, her sobs muffled as she cried.
I gently stroked her muzzle, all-the-while that Zunde slowly rose from his bed, wincing as his stomach growled.
No sooner after Zunde's stomach growled, that mine did so as well, startling Cynder who's head was deep in my chest.
I laughed, "Well, either my stomach didn't like Zunde's cooking days past, or I'm starving."
As me and Cynder laughed, I was abruptly interrupted when one of Zunde's pillows slammed again my face, hard enough to sting.
Rubbing my face and glaring at Zunde, "Why is it the closest item to you is what you throw at me all the time!"
Laughing he responded, "Your just lucky it wasn't a gallon water bottle again."
As we headed out the hospital, laughing our lungs out, I asked Cynder, "Cynder, any clue where Spyro is at? I would guess the guardian's chamber or the training room, to cool off his nerves and get reassurance from the guardians."
"He should be in the cafeteria right now, he doesn't like it when it's too crowded, everyone either falling to their knees and worshiping him, or wanting the tale behind the defeat of Malefor."
Upon her stating where Spyro is at, Zunde's stomach ran out again along with mine, renewing our laughter as we walked down to the cafeteria.
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