A/N: Phew, the first 9 pages i have written for a chapter in a long time, and that was just half of the chapter i intended. (Hah, i had originally planned to make the battle one whole chapter, but i dont wanna bore you guys half to death. So its going to be in two portions!)
I give credit to Zerophex for helping me in placing additions to the plot, and for actually making some parts of the plots. You rock Cyn. ^_^
I'd also like to thank Blaze here. He's always been giving me a hellfull hand, and he's always there when i feel uncomfotable about my writing. (So hey, if someone sayz it sucks i blame you for not telling me!!! lol jk)
Chapter 12- Surprise Attack:
I just have to do this, Cynder thought. After this, I can return to the temple. The black dragoness moved through the narrow paths of the alleyway in peace. A blissful smile was formed as she looked to the sky above. The star that gave warmth to Cynder was beyond its mid-path, and slowly fell to the horizon on the west. In due time, night was to arrive.
The young dragoness' thoughts moved to Spyro. She could imagine his vivid violet eyes as they stared, astounded towards the rose she brought him. His hands would cradle the flower as she gave it to him, and he would ask if the flower was for him in all his naïveness. Cynder giggled as she brought these thoughts into the best images she could create in mind.
And to think we could be mates soon, the young female mused as she moved ahead with a euphoric prance. Her hips swayed in a youthful manner as her tail-spade rose above the ground and swung about, joyously. The dragoness wanted Spyro to be her mate. Since the incident inside her room, Cynder had gained an attraction greater then before. Not only did she want to be with him -through all his errors and trials- but she wanted to mate with him, and to have his child.
In the solitude of these errands, the black dragoness had come to this conclusion. She knew it could bring complications, both political and physical; but no one would dare to get in between the couple, Cynder thought. Sure, she was aware that the past could bring her body trouble. Besides, who would actually take a risk and allow these two 'dark' and unstable dragons to have a child together. For all everyone knew, the product of their love could result in the recreation of evil. Cynder did not care, though; anything they would say the black dragoness would ignore. The young female knew that if both she and Spyro taught their hatchling right, there would be no dangers in sight; the black dragoness was sure of this. If they had both avoided a darkened future of hate and terror, there was no doubt that their hatchling could do it too.
The black dragoness followed the path she had come into until a fork in the road split into two paths. Cynder's eyes adjusted as she looked towards one path, and then another. The alleyway in this portion was completely surrounded with the large developing urbanization, thus in complete shadows. She sighed in defeat as she recognized the fact that she had forgotten which the right road was.
I could fly, Cynder came to the conclusion. I don't want to alarm the city guards, though. The young female remembered the incident when she had flown into the governmental building, two years ago. To watch as the former terror of the skies dropped down into an important surrounding was not very welcomed; and she would have been in trouble, if it hadn't been for Spyro being there. In a way it was unfair for this to happen. The black dragoness was going to be eternally reminded of her past, whether she wanted it or not. Then again, was it right to forget the past?
The black dragoness had put that question into consideration many times before. In a way, the only reason Spyro had met her was due to her past. Besides, Cynder's past had only made her that much more interesting. Both she and the purple dragon where unique; and maybe, just maybe, this was one of the large factors that kept them together. They knew they needed each other to be at peace. The black dragoness needed him to restrain the darkness that had been influenced into her veins since birth. Spyro on the other hand, had the task to hold the world under his paws, and to be the face of the dragon race –With Ignitus dead now-. The dragon needed Cynder to be his support. He needed her to be the one to sooth his pains, and aches; as well as to keep the darkness held by any purple dragon in check. It was a perfect couple, the ying and yang. The dragons were two unequal parts which together made a whole.
"Hey! Are you lost?" a voice suddenly broke out through the silence Cynder held in meditation. The black dragoness moved her head back, and fixed her emerald eyes in the direction of where the voice had come from. A female, much like Cynder, had followed her. The black dragoness kept her reserve as she remained quite. In her mind, the fact that this dragoness had arrived so suddenly and with such a courteous cause seemed a bit too fishy. She kept in mind the arriver's features; her green colored scales -vivid and lively-, and those energetic eyes. It was only in a matter of seconds that this female was in front of Cynder. This dragoness perked her red tinted chest up, and smiled in what seemed a warm way. Cynder kept a firm face though, suspicious the entire time. "M' Name's Celesta, think I can help you out?" The black dragoness raised an eye ridge. To watch as the dragoness spoke in such an accelerated tone mystified Cynder. Not only was she suspicious by appearing in such a desolate place, but the young female considered she might be crazy as well. "What's your name?" Celesta asked. The black dragoness found no reason to deny this green scaled female her name, even if she was a tad strange.
"My name's Cynder," she remarked in a cautious tone. Celesta grinned in a coquettish manner as she turned her head slightly to the left, and closed her eye lids.
"Cute name!" she shouted out in bizarre joy. "I would love to name my daughter that way." Cynder, further mystified, concluded she was mad. The strange dragoness opened her eyes to see the black female's astonished face. Celesta's crooked smile never left, though. "So you need me to help find the path out of here?" she asked. The black dragoness shook her head very cautiously.
"I really don't need your help," Cynder remarked. "I have some appointments to get to." The green scaled dragoness giggled and winked, as if she had caught something from her words.
"You're seeing a male, aren't you?" she asked in an impish manner. The black dragoness' eyes glimmered as she caught her words. A soft blush formed upon her face as she felt her cheeks warm up. Who was she to dare ask her a question that? Celesta's grin widened as she tapped the rough floor below with the flail-like orb at the end of her tail.
You're eyes tell everything, this green scaled dragoness mused. So you are closer to the purple one then we'd have thought. Heh, only makes the mission simpler after your death. The dragoness' eyes fixed themselves back to Cynder as her stance become more regressive. Her enemy's emerald eyes gazed towards her with a distrustful look. Perhaps it was too obvious that she had something under her sleeves. Cynder's mouth opened as she attempted to speak words out.
"Look," she finally spoke. "I have to be going. I'll be alright, so don't worry." The black dragoness turned around and without any consideration took the path to the right. A small mischievous grin grew upon Celesta's face as she watched Cynder take this path.
Right into our trap, the female behind the black dragoness mused. Way to go, bitch. She began to follow her target; her distance from Cynder proper to simulate the fact that she had not followed her. Cynder was wiser then that though.
Her head craned back as she heard the muffled noise of Celesta's paws on the dirt below. The black dragoness glared as she looked towards the front again.
Just try to do something, bitch, Cynder growled. You'll see how well it goes out. The black dragoness sped her pace up through the alleyway. She looked back to see if the dragoness who tailed her had decided to cease her actions.
"Now now, Celesta, what have we told you about playing with your prey?" a voice suddenly run out through the sky. The black dragoness looked up, and spotted the scarlet dragon, Guidel. His eyes beamed down towards her; a sick look of murder within. Cynder remained strong, though. Her muscles tensed up as she prepared to protect herself; yet she did not halt in her path towards the exit of this narrow avenue. Guidel followed her through the roofs. The clicking of his sharp nails upon the rooftops could be heard clearly by the now alert female. The scarlet dragon clawed into a piece of the roofing, and dropped it down to the floor. It came down and nearly hit Cynder; the piece from up above being shattered to many pieces. The black dragoness remained focused, though. If they thought this was a good way to place someone into a state of panic, then they were only child's play.
"Why can't we play with her though?" Celesta spoke back to the figure on the roofs. "It's not like we're going to eat her, or are we?" Cynder could not help but to snicker.
You've got to be kidding me, she chuckled in amusement. Is that the best you've got, eat me? The black dragoness pace continued undisturbed. She walked on, headstrong and prepared for anything. You're not getting anywhere near eating me. Spyro can eat m-.
"I say we cut this out, and simply kill her." Cynder's thought was interrupted by this voice. Her strong emerald eyes looked towards the sky, on the roofs at the other side of Guidel. The albino dragon walked here now. The black dragoness shivered as their eyes came into contact. The dragon in front of Blaze's house; that's who he was! She noticed the armor placed on his body now, and wondered why he was the only one so prepared. Cynder looked back towards the path, but a little too late. At the end of this road was a dead end. The dirt trail came to a small circular enclosure, completely surrounded by the buildings. The young female grunted; she would have to fight them off after all.
"I second on Synapse's idea," a fourth voice spoke out. Once more, from the roofs, the last member of the remnants showed up. Her fine navy blue figure was refined under the light of the sun. Divinity looked down upon Cynder and immediately felt a kind of conflict beyond the fact that she was their target. Their hormones did match one bit. "I think we should torture her though. This might anger the purple one even more." Cynder growled directly towards her as she shifted down to a defensive stance. Her tail came up and whipped over in a scorpion-like manner. The tail spade shun in the small amount of light that creped into this corner of the city. Celesta's eyes glimmered as an important factor rose from within her.
"Oh!" she suddenly spoke; the excitement of her words a bit out of place. "You know, she's closer to the purple dragon then we though." The green scaled dragoness remained at the only ground exit of the circumference. "I think she's his girlfriend, if not a mate." Divinity, from up above, chuckled in a malevolent manner.
"How's about we pull her reproductive organs out," she suggested. "We'll find out if she's mated with him that way." Cynder growled deeper as her glare at this navy blue dragoness intensified.
Just try, Cynder warned. You'll be the first one I'll kill.
"Enough," Synapse commanded. "How's about we just kill her?" With that the albino dragon jumped down. His body fell hard and caused the metal armor on his body to clank hard. Cynder paid attention to this threat now; the paw gear he held was bound with extra blades. She snickered at him, this not being the first time she's faced blades. "Now, let's get done with this."
"Stay away from me," the black dragoness warned in a dark, threatening tone. Synapse shook his head.
"Sorry," he responded. "This is necessary for our plans." The albino dragon fixed his eyes upon hers and immediately noticed something about them. Synapse was the one to receive the freezing grasp of a deadly shiver this time. It was as if something inside him knew already, even if he had no idea he had the ability to tell. "This dragoness is influenced by the darkness," he warned the others in surprise. Synapse blinked several times as he kept his eyes on those powerful looking emerald orbs. "I can see it in her eyes." Cynder snickered.
"So none of you knew who I was?" she questioned them in a perilous tone. "He's right about one thing. I am Cynder, the former terror of the skies." Her grinned became crooked. "You should fear what I can do to you." Guidel, from above on the roofs, chuckled vividly.
"So we have an agent of the dark realm here after all," Guidel mused. "An enemy of Malefor is before us." Divinity came down from the roofs with a strong thud as her paws hit the floor. Cynder gave Guidel an estranged look.
"What are you talking about?" she asked under a soft growl. The scarlet dragon laughed louder.
"So you don't know?" he asked her. "Oh, it's a pity to know that one so close to Malefor would not know such a thing. Then again, if he was planning to kill you; why on earth would he tell?" The black dragoness dug her claws to the sand below. He noticed both Synapse and Divinity approached her, yet saw no threat by it.
Is he bluffing? Cynder thought in confusion. Synapse and Divinity circled the black dragoness, as both growled silently.
"Malefor saw me as his closest pawn!" she remarked in an angered tone. "How could he see me as an enemy?"
"You were simply a dark creature," Guilder responded, rather quickly. "You, with so much strength, could have opposed his great rebirth." The young female being surrounded raised an eye ridge.
"Great rebirth?" she asked. "You mean the cleansing." The scarlet dragon nodded.
"Yes, the cleansing he was to perform." Guidel responded "The cleansing your little friend ceased." He closed his eyes, and breathed steam from his nostrils. "Spyro, the purple dragon." Cynder furrowed her eye ridges as Guidel opened his eyes.
"Spyro, what on earth has he done to you?" She noticed Synapse at the corner of her eyes. He came closer to the black dragoness; his eyes intensified, his body tensed. She was now aware she could be attacked at any moment.
"Spyro has not only done harm to me," Guidel replied to her question. "The purple dragon has done harm to the entire realm."
"What are you talking about?!?" The dragoness shouted. "I really don't get any of you. All you say that whatever you plan is for the greater good of the realm; all you really want is the death of every single creature living in it!" Guidel snickered; the scarlet had her in the place he wished her to be.
"What if Spyro's cursing every single creature in this realm to a fate worse then simple death?" he asked her. Cynder growled.
"Spyro would never cause that to happen."
"Oh," the scarlet dragon dramatized his voice. "But he is. Your little purple dragon is causing a fate of pain and suffering upon everyone in this realm, every second he does not consider having the great rebirth occur." Cynder looked down momentarily.
"Lies," she muttered under her breath. Her claws dug into the dirt under her with more potency as she suddenly snapped her gaze up towards Guidel. "Lies!" the black dragoness roared. "Spyro… He saved us all from the destruction Malefor was to bring upon us. He saved me, he saved you."
"He saved the armies of the dark realm as well," Guidel retorted. "Haven't you ever considered that?" Cynder lowered her head as she agreed to his thoughts. There was no doubt that for what Spyro did, the darkness now had a greater grasp of this realm.
The resetting of the realm -with the cleansing- was the only way the planet could defend itself. This kept the powerful grasp of the dark realm at bay. If this great 'rebirth' had not occurred in past events, the realm so loved would have been swallowed by the darkness ages ago; Cynder was aware of that much.
The young female had obtained this information from the arcane books left by apes. These books of ancient history had been kept intact by a miracle that only the ancestors would know how it happened. The aged pages told of this history told of purple dragons before the dark master. It spoke exactly of what the scarlet dragon considered now, and even more. The former terror of the skies read these books in secret, of course; and Gaul probably knew about this truth as well, yet followed the corrupt ways of dragons: What was not known was better not said.
The black dragoness had not left this fact in denial as they thought Malefor those four years ago. Cynder knew what the consequences were, but trusted Spyro's decision of saving the realm. She trusted him above all other dragons, and knew that by his side everything would be okay.
"Everything will be okay," Cynder replied, tamely. Her emerald eyes came back into contact with those that looked down from above. "I had trusted Spyro when he saved the realm, and I still trust him." All the remnants began to growl lowly. Guidel snorted.
"You should have trusted us," he responded as he kicked down another roof tile. The piece of clay fell quickly, and shattered upon impact.
"Why?" the black dragoness questioned. "I know my purple dragon would do what is right, even if I opposed him." She smiled. "Besides, either way you would have killed me." Guidel glared at Cynder. His eyes now flared with the fire of bloodlust.
"She's got a point," Synapse commented as he revealed his fangs towards the black dragoness. "You're going to die, anyways." Cynder looked down at Synapse, and glowered.
Try me, Cynder thought. She growled softly as she paid attention to each of Synapse's moves. The young female paid attention to how he breathed, how his body flinched in false attempts to attack. It was in a sudden movement that he sunk into the offensive. His claws sunk into the sand under him in a matter of a second; with that type of ground, he jumped in a pounce. Cynder shifted her body and easily avoided his heavy attack. Before Divinity could come in for the strike, she jumped into the air and caught wind with her wings. Her entire frame lifted from the ground as she began to fly; Guidel was ready for this, though. As Cynder gained more elevation, he dived down, gracefully, and successfully fell atop her. The dragoness took this by shock as she plummeted towards the ground, with Guidel on top, in a sluggish manner.
Cynder hit the floor on her back and groaned, before she returned with a counterstrike. The black dragoness blasted a large steam of shadow upon Guidel, and then kicked him off with her hind legs. He hit the floor and howled in pain; the shadow had caused its torturous effects on the scarlet dragon.
Synapse was the next to strike. He moved towards her quickly, and swung his claws in rage. The black dragoness back up upon each swing as she dodged them with ease. The large blades extended from the albino dragon's paws were recognized, but not seen as a threat.
Come on, Cynder mused, as she revealed a soft grin. Not a single element strike from them, yet. She suddenly planted her hind legs, and blasted a large wave of fear upon Synapse. The albino dragon feared for the worse as the powerful reddish tinted waves came towards him; but the moment it struck him nothing happened. The powerful sound simply hit him and traveled around, nothing else. Synapse became so surprised he nearly ceased, was it not for his quick actions reminding him this was the perfect opportunity. He swung a powerful strike and left Cynder with option but to block. The young female placed her forearm up in hope she to protect her chest. The blow was successfully blocked, but with a price: a deep gash upon her arm. The black dragoness yelped, and blew a fierce torrent of wind at Synapse. The strike upon the albino male was successful this time. He flew outwards in a moment's breath, and crashed into the wall behind him. The dragon came down then, and kicked the dirt up as his body was planted upon the floor.
The young female looked at what she was to face now. The scarlet dragon began to heal from the black mist; Divinity seemed well off, but now had eyes of hesitation; and Celesta, the mad one looked lively.
"Well," Cynder remarked, a taunting smile upon her face. "Is that all?" The three able opponents glared at Cynder. If looks could kill, Cynder would have been dead. Lucky for her, they don't. "I'm frankly unsatisfied!" Cynder teased further.
"I'm going to kill you!" Divinity warned; her nostrils flared from anger.
"Try me," the black dragoness responded. This took the navy blue colored dragoness to the limits of her rage. She charged at Cynder blindly, a little too blindly.
Feh, that's worse then what Spyro has done. The black dragoness moved quickly as she made an agile rotation. She lifted her entire body, and twisted in a quite flexible manner towards a position where her hindquarter faced the opponent. Before Divinity could make contact, Cynder had shifted her eyes into view, and struck Divinity with a powerful tail slash. The blade of the tail-end moved extremely fast, with intentions to do massive harm. Luck had followed Divinity, though, and by chance the black dragoness' blade had been slanted. The spade turned fully on its side as it came into contact, and spared Divinity's paws. Instead, the remnant member's feet were swept from under her, and she collapsed onto her back. As dust swelled the air from the second impact upon the earth, Cynder had moved quickly into her former stance; low, defensive and with her tail straight up.
The navy blue dragoness still had a bite, as her body was quick to turn itself upright. She sank down as she brought all of the energy within her towards her hind legs. With the energy stored, she sprung like a viper towards Cynder. The black dragoness was struck with enough energy from the impact to knock her down with Divinity atop. The prevailing dragoness struck Cynder upon her chest and drew blood; new scratch marks revealed upon the young black dragoness' body. The female struck growled, and blew her swung her own strikes. She moved with left forearm up in a lightning fast speed, and managed to sink her own claws into the side of her ribs. The navy blue dragoness roared in pain, and blew a swing of her own; this time hitting the female on the collarbone. Cynder brushed the strike of and ignored the pain. Her hind legs were used once more, but this time she knocked the opponent to the right. As they both fell sideways and knocked dust upwards. Cynder's tail flew up as she used it to thrust her blade into Divinity. The strike came down with an immense force and punctured Divinity's thigh. The tail spade sunk deep in the freshly cut scales, as a stream of blood covered the injury area.
"Ah!" The navy blue dragon howled as she used the same leg injured to kick the blade out. Cynder rolled away from the female, and stood on her feet seconds before Divinity could have swung another blow. The young black dragoness grinned at her opponents as she noticed how weak they slowly became.
They're barely a challenge; the young female entertained herself with the idea. Her tail began to swish back and forth in excitement. This was slowly became a game, or so Cynder thought.
It was in the blink of an eye that the game changed. Cynder stood prepared when Synapse began to feel an unnatural urge. His body felt as if it began to burn, and much worse then the burn of any regular pain. With this pain came a fury, and a unrevealed powers.
He suddenly charged towards the female; the current of time seeming slower to him then usual. The black dragoness noticed his quickened pace, and shifted her body towards him in an attempt to prevent his attack. It was when he moved to strike, that Cynder noticed something was wrong. The female used her right-front paw to grasp the wrist that came her way. The moment the balls of her paw came into contact with his skin, Cynder saw and felt the unreal. The sensation of burning ran through Cynder's entire forearm; the pain being pure, and something which the black dragoness would only guess could be caused by her powers. She pulled back her block, but as her paw was released the dragoness noticed a kind of black flame as it surged through the albino dragon's arm. In result, she jumped out of the range of another immediate strike.
He's consumed by darkness? She asked herself. But he's supposed to be magicless. The female looked towards the albino dragon's eyes. These were no longer the red color they had been. They were of a strange black color; as if the entire pupil had been dilated, and had covered the entire reddish tint. Cynder raised an eye ridge as she noticed his steps towards her. From the looks of it, it seemed as if he was no longer in control of his body; or was he?
What's going on? She asked herself, in confusion. Synapse came closer as he growled softly. He raised a paw, and revealed the soft black fire that covered it now. A soft chuckle escaped his muzzle as he noticed Cynder as she studied his bizarre ability.
"Surprised?" he asked, in a tone that the black dragoness concluded was not alike his previous words. The female took a step back as she slowly prepared to take on the new opponent.
Is he... possessed? Cynder wondered in fear. It has to be something like that. He's consumed by the darkness, after all. Synapse suddenly charged in, his paw ready to strike a deadly blow with the shadow. But the only ones consumed by darkness now are Spyro and I. She stepped back as she used her tail blade to counter. The quick spade flew and made a clean cut on Synapse's paw. He roared, and ceased momentarily.
"Worthless creature," he growled out. Cynder was once more befuddled.
'Worthless creature?' the female wondered. What's that suppose to mean. The albino dragon closed his paw shut, and looked up to Cynder. With a quick glance, and a loud snarl, he dashed into the offensive. His paws moved fast against the dirt below as he came ruthlessly.
"Cynder!" a voice suddenly broke through the intensity. It was the voice Cynder heard as the sweetest and kindest; Spyro's voice. Everyone came to a stop as they looked upwards in the direction of the voice; including Synapse. They saw the purple dragon soar the air as he quickly came down. His paws touched the roofs atop, and he landed gracefully. The male dragon looked heroic and strong, until he stubbed a paw and nearly came face-first down the roof. He barely caught himself just in time while everyone stared in utter awe; with the exception of Cynder. She giggled at the clumsy dragon. At least backup was here.
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