Chapter 6- The Untold Prophecy, and an Impossible Desicion

Flame entered the dragon temple, and it was nothing at all as it was left. Since no one has been there for years, the entire place was covered with all sorts of mold and cobwebs. Vines had started growing in an spreading out along the wall as well. The giant dragon statue, was just another relic that was forgotten when Ignitus sacrificed himself to the wall of fire for Spyro and cynder. It was full of holes and cracks, and every few moments he thought it would just fall over on top of him.

Flame resumed his way through the temple until he came to the courtyard where Ignitus's grave was kept. It was a large tombstone with indistinct writing on it, with a few vines covering the corners and sides. dried up flowers and crusty, moldy offerings were on the ground at the foot of the tomb. Flame walked up to the grave and tried to translate the writing, but the words were too covered with dust and mold to decipher.

"Come on Flame," he said to himself, "why you here? You should be back at Warfang helping with the battle. I hope Spyro's alright."

"He's fine." Flame whirled around looking for who spoke to him.

"... Hello? Show yourself..."

"Hahahaha." the voice started laughing.

"You cannot hide in shadow. Where are you? Who are you?"

"... I... AM... shadow. I am the very nightmare that haunted you as a child... the very stories that would be told to children to get thwem to behave... I am Aryll. The dragon elder of Shadow... and I have come for you... Flame."

"How the hell do you know my name? I'm not afraid of you..."

"You may not realize it... but I know, deep in your heart, you are... TERRIFIED... as to how I know you, you are a good friend to my son... and my brother has told me SO much about you."

"Uh-huh... and... uh.. who's your son? If I may ask."

"My son... is the one that every single soul of your pathetic, weak-minded people call, the 'dragon savior'. My son, is Spyro." Flame took a minute to think this through, but then realized:

"That's why he's been acting so strange. What do you want with him/ What do you want with me?"

"You... nothing. But I want you to relay a message to Spyro... tell him, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot keep me away. I am his f=very shadow, his every hint of doubt. And mark my words, young dragon, I will be reborn, and I will finish the prophecy, Spyro has yet to understand."

"What prophecy?"

"The one determining whether he is going to ultimatly save this world, or destroy it. If Spyro does not choose, then I will choose for him."

"Well, maybe you haven't realized, but he's alreadu chosen. That guy is going to save this world, and bring scum-bags like you to jusice."

"Oh... well then let's... take it up a notch... I will give Spyro three days to make a decision. If he makes the wrong one, I will have no choice, but to take matters into my own hands. I will slip into the dreams and every good thought of every last dragon, dragoness, and hatchling, and turn this whole world to chaos. I will be the Alpha. I will be the Omega. I will make it so you can't even fall asleep at night without having blood-curtling nightmares, until every last person of this pathetic world has killed themselves with MADNESS!" the temple shook like crazy, the statue inside started to crumble, and the ground started splitting in two. Flame jumped out of the way, but was countered by a horrificly strong wind that Aryll had mustered with his powers.

" I will destroy all from within themselves, I will show this world the true meaning of terror... but... if Spyro chooses right... then I might, MIGHT... spare this world from destruction. But if he does, his soul will be mine.

So he has two choices Flame... to attempt to save this world and bring upon psychological warfare, or he can join me... and I will leave this world at peace."

"But what of Cynder? What of their baby girl? Does it mean NOTHING to you?!"

"They will be fine... trust me, I have plans for them... hahaha."

"You monster! Show yourself, so I can rend the flesh from your body."

"He has three days, child. Have him choose wisely. For his decision... could be your last as a species." And with that, the voice disappeared and all darkness floated away. Flame, still stunned by the event, got ahold of his bearings and took a deep breath.

"I have to warn Spyro!" As he jumped into the air, and flew back to Warfang.