Devastation Part 1

Hey Guys, I have some good and bad news. Bad news, is that I will put out two more stories before I stop posting stories. Technically, I'm quitting, despite after such short time on. However, I'm technically not quitting, because if I am inspired to do another story, I will work on ALL chapters for it, and post it completed. Good news, the stories I am planning on releasing involve a story where a human is thrown into Spyro's world. However, in a COMPLETELY wEIRd way that involes dreaming. Next is not a Fanfic, but a FICTION PRESS, involving heroes that try to save post-apocalyptic Earth from a demon army.

That's all the news for now, and I hope to have the human-spyro story out once Dragons to Behold 2 is done.

It was morning, with the sun shining brightly outside the temple. The birds that weren't killed by the rain from yesterday chirped happily, and all the other life around them became active again.

I woke up last, lifting my head up slowly after my sleep, my friends and family already eating cooked deer in a room nearby. Groggily, I got up and went to join my family and friends.

When I reached the room however, I heard an argument. I hid next to the doorway and listened in.

"…may be too strong, and too dangerous for our kids to be anywhere near," Apollonir said.

"I understand that, but what choice do we have? What if we can't beat them?" Volt said, "That attack Shiv did meant nothing to that Guardian."

"Please, don't talk of it…" Shiv said, his pride hurt.

A shifted a little and a rock fell down. It made a loud thump that stopped the conversation.

Apollonir sighed, "Ignitus, you may come out now."

I revealed myself, seeing none of my fellow friends, but to see the desperate faces of the current Guardians.

I saw their dire faces and I knew and they knew.

We wouldn't have enough time to build enough strength to beat them.

"I heard a lot," I said, "What are you going to do?"

My father and mother walked over to me, and shadowed me. They both had looks of concern on their face as if the world was ending before our eyes and we were in the middle of it. Except it can actually end up that way.

"Son," my father said, "It would be too dangerous for any of you children. The Dark Guardians would kill you all without a second thought, as if you were just mosquitos in a swamp."

My mother joined in, "Things won't get better for any of us. They already know we're back, worst how much of a fight we may put up against them too. If things were to go south, we know you'd be safe somewhere else."

The other children came in as Apollonir continued.

"We have decided that we will send you off to be safe in the city. There you can continue your young lives in peace, and we will do our best to deal with these Guardians," Apollonir said.

I became frustrated quickly with his announcement, "No Dad! Let us stay, we can help, please! They'll kill you!"

"Help how?!" Apollonir said, becoming frustrated as well, "You can't fly all that well, you're breath attack isn't trained, and you are just a young dragon of one year old."

Splitfire walked up, "There's got to be something we can do. We can't just sit in the city twiddling our thumbs will you battle these things!"

"The decision is final!" Shiv said, "You will be watched after in the city, and you will await our return."

My father brought me and my brother close, and hugged us both.

"Train there, strengthen yourselves up, for if we lose this battle, the fate of the Realms will be all of your paws," he said softly, his voice quivering with sadness.

Gravel walked up, "You will leave in the morning, and we will face the Guardians the day after."

With that, everyone left the room with their heads low, the day feeling less bright, the grass less greener, the sky less blue. It seemed hopeless, with all the power just one of the Dark Ones had. How could they face the four of them?

My brother and I were there, sobbing quietly, wishing we had more time. More time to be with our parents, more time to get stronger, But we knew we didn't, we knew that it would be only a matter of days until the Guardians ambushed us or destroyed the temple simply. Then who knows what they'd do, destroy everything and kill everybody?

We couldn't let that happen, yet we couldn't do anything now to prevent it. Whatever happens at the battleground happens, live or die.

"This is it. The last time we'll see our parents," I said.

"Don't say that," my brother said, his head low, "We've got to believe in them."

I turned to my grief stricken brother.

"But nothing is saying that they'll win. I believe in them, but come on! That ice blast would've killed anything else, but did nothing at all to Brontes."

My brother shook his head, "As much as I hate to say it, this is probably for the best. We'll be fine in the city, Ignitus."

He left me alone and joined the future guardians.

"It's not fair…" I said.

Hours passed by and those words rang in my head as I spent what I thought would be my last hours with my family. "Last Time we'll see our parents," played in my head, as I walked outside.

My mind was off and I zoned out constantly. The thought of practically knowing my parents may die so early into my life shattered my mind. I tripped over plants and ran into giant mushrooms. The thought tore in half, and I didn't know what to feel, despair or anger. It wasn't just me, but my brother, Terrador, Cyril, Volteer, and even Splitfire had similar troubles. They too felt the magnitude of the situation, and were in and out of tears. By sunset, I was lying with my parents, feeling sorrow and loss, as if they were already gone, despite them being right there.

My father glanced at me, seeing the tears form in my eyes.

"My Sons," he begins.

Splitfire and I turned to him slowly, half hoping he'd changed his mind.

"No matter what happens, stay strong for us, for all of us," he says.

"You don't have… to…t-to…" I said, trying to say it.

"We do. There's nowhere to run or hide my sons," he says, his voice heavy with sadness, "I want you to know that I too, wish we didn't have to take these risks."

We nodded to him.

"Your mother and I, we love you both very much, and we want you to live a good life, with or without us. Do you understand?"

"Yes," we said in unison.

My father smiled a melancholy smile, "Good, my sons. Good."

We watched the sunset together and felt like a true family one last time.

Sorry for the long wait, been very busy with school and what not.