Clash of Purple

"Mum sorry we're late," apologised Spyro.

"Huh what are you talking about you've only been away five minutes."

"Sparx, why did you call us then?" demanded Spyro.

"I swear on my grave it was at least half an hour since you left," objected Sparx.

"Yeah it did feel like that Spyro," stated Cynder.

"What the heck is going on then? I hate it when things like this happen. AH." He clutched his head in agony.

"Spyro what's wrong?" asked Cynder worriedly.

She hugged the young purple dragon as he battled the burning white hot pain that was racing through his body. Nina rubbed her son's forehead noticed that it was burning and plucked a large leaf from a branch, wet it and placed it on Spyro's brow. The two males felt helpless as the females tried to comfort Spyro. Cynder blew a gentle wind to try and cool Spyro down. Suddenly Spyro shuddered violently, throwing Cynder and Nina off of him. His eyes snapped open. The pain in his body intensified to an unbearable level however his will allowed him to stand up, albeit with Cynder's assistance.

"What is going on?" he growled

"Teeheehee I think that's an easy question for me to answer Spyro." A teasing female voice chuckled.

A small dragon of around Spyroand Cynder's age, dropped from the sky above them. She was dainty thin and really friendly looking (Don't worry it isn't Ember). Her horns spiralled above purple eyes that looked so young it was as if this dragoness had just hatched even though she was thirteen years old. Her claws were ivory white as were her teeth that showed when she laughed. Radiant pink wings sprouted from her thin yet muscular shoulders. A thin tail spike flicked back and forth either play fully or nervously. Her scales were shiny as if they had just been polished and they were also…

"You're purple," breathed Spyro in disbelief.

"As are you," she giggled.

"Well one of us shouldn't exist then," growled Spyro through teeth gritted in pain.

"Aw you're no fun. Ah well I suppose I gotta do what I gotta do."

"What do you have to do hmm?" snapped Cynder aggressively "And who the hell are you?"

Tut tut we'll get to that later little Cynder," she chuckled in a sing song voice.

"You're the same size as me," snapped Cynder.

The purple female stood next to Cynder and measured herself against the fuming black dragoness.

"Actually I'm one centimetre taller or something like that anyway."

Spyro couldn't help it. He laughed even though the pain was worse than ever. The new dragoness was funny if very annoying. Spyro stood away from Cynder and was delighted when he didn't fall over. He turned to the purple dragoness.

"What is your name?" he asked gently. Well Cynder's approach wasn't getting anywhere.

"Good a sensible question. My name is Amethyst because of my scales obviously and to answer your question Cynder, I'm here because I was sent by the Chronicler. What the hell is up with you?" She asked as Spyro growled.

"Every time someone mentions the Chronicler…grrr… A fiery feeling courses through me. It's really weird."

She cocked her head at him but kept her mouth shut about it.

"Well I suppose you could ask him when we get there."

"Hmm you seem like you're ordering me to come with you," acknowledged Spyro.

"I suppose," whispered Amethyst.

"Well I have something to do so you can wait."

"Well this would be the perfect time to comply with my master's request concerning Cynder." She cooed sadly.

"What are you talking about?" asked Spyro. "And who is your master."

"I'll answer the first question but not the second. My master is very annoyed at her for messing up time so he wants me to punish her. It hurts him a lot when something like that happens."

"Huh hey when did I mess up time." This time Cynder answered.

"Remember our fight Spyro and how everything was weird after it."

"Oh yeah. Hey no fair it wasn't Cynder's fault it was an accident. If you know her name then you must also know her past. Which wasn't her fault either before you start. She went evil and I had to snap her out of it. Two of our strongest attacks collided and Poof. Time went out of synch. Hey does it hurt you when tha happens."

"No why should it." an edge of anger had crept into her voice. Spyro noticed but didn't say anything.

"Well it only hurts me so I thoufght it might be a purple dragon thing but I guess not."

"Yeah yeah whatever now can I get on with what I came to do." she seemed really pissed now

"Which is punish me am I right?"asked Cynder

"Yes now hold still and it wont hurt too much"

Before Cynder could react Amethyst charged up a pink beam between her jaws. The blast hurtled towards Cynder who tried to shield herself with her wings. She prepared for intense pain and all of her muscles cramped from being tensed so tightly. BOOM! Cynder opened her eyes and saw that the pink beam had been intercepted by a much more powerful purple blast. Spyro leaped in front of Cynder and snarled.

"What do you actually want to do here Amethyst? That blast would have killed any dragon outright."

"Oh I wish you hadn't interfered it would have been so much easier. Right OK I made up that entire master crap I'm here of my own accord well on behalf of my friend anyway. The bit about the Chronicler is true Spyro but that's it OK. The real reason I'm here is to wipe her stinking hide from the face of the planet. I don't know why time is being disrupted here or anything else. The only reason I know the other stuff is I've been watching you for a while."

"Why do you want to kill me?" asked Cynder readying her tail to strike.

"Because of what you've done you BITCH. I've read the books. You ripped apart the entire realms under that monster of a dragon Malefor. You don't deserve to live. When my friend and I were four years old you ripped apart an entire village right in front of us and you laughed. You left us there to die. And that Spyro WAS HER FAULT. You are an excuse for a dragon, you…"

She was about to continue her angry tirade when Cynder smacked her across the jaw.

"Well well you've changed your tone," mocked Cynder, mimicking Amethyst's teasing voice.

The dragoness flew at Cynder but was sent sprawling by a charging Spyro.

"If you want to kill her then you have to fight me first."

"You asked for it."

Amethyst charged at Spyro who dodged it with ease. Even though his body was burning Amethyst was still no match for him. At least that's what he thought. She turned around and slammed her long tail into Spyro's side before he could react. Pain lanced up Spyro's side. Retaliating with a fire blast hurt Spyro more than it hurt Amethyst. She had clamped his mouth shut so the fire went backwards instead of forwards. Spyro had to neutralise it with ice before the flames killed him from the inside. Luckily a dragon's throat is armoured in case this happens otherwise the dragon would die within two minutes through suffocation. Spyro launched a fireball which struck Amethyst on her leg. She growled in pain before launched an ice spike in retaliation. The sharp shard of ice embedded itself in Spyro's hip. Ice cold pain shot through the purple dragon. He had to end this fight fast or take it to the air. He narrowly dodged an Earth missile aimed for his head. He deflected another with his tail. Sharp pain made the youngster wince. He heard an unwelcome cracking sound signifying his tail was broken. Now every single blow he landed with it hurt so badly he had to rely on his resolve to keep him fighting. Blow after blow was landed and received by both sides. Blunt numbing pain dulled Spyro's senses and each dodge strained his muscles. Blood pumped through Spyro's arteries at an alarming rate. His heart was in his throat and ready to burst with the stress it was undergoing and the intense effort to keep beating. Amethyst's tail slammed against his ribcage intensifying the discomfort. Spyro reacted instantly and slashed Amethyst's cheek. While she was stunned he tore another gash in her chest. Regaining her senses Amethyst prepared to slash Spyro's exposed throat. He blocked it at the last second but the force of the blow numbed his arm. Block by block his arm weakened and bruised. Dizziness crept over Spyro as the blood seeped from his body. He felt so tired he wanted to stop fighting all his life and die. Seeing this Cynder shouted.

"Spyro don't give up. You can do it you have to. Please Spyro, do it for me if not for yourself."

That snapped Spyro out of it. Icy coldness frosted his scales as he blew ice on his cuts to stop the bleeding. He turned to Amethyst.

"You asked for this."

Beating his wings powerfully Spyro rocketed into the air. Growling angrily Amethyst joined him.

The watchers from below felt that the battle was just getting started.

"Oh gosh I hope this doesn't get too rough." Fretted Nina

Sparx and Cynder looked at each other worriedly.

Spyro and Amethyst levelled out seven hundred feet above the ground. The air beneath Spyro's wings was steady and firm perfect for the flying he would need to do. This time it was Spyro who initiated the fight. He blasted a torrent of fire that Amethyst deflected with her own fire. The fire that spurted from her mouth was pink and sparkling. It looked so unnatural; Spyro thought that it wasn't even true fire. The two attacks collided in a fiery flash that singed Spyro's wings and hurt his eyes. A ripple of pain passed through his bones every time he flapped his wings. This made remaining airborne very difficult. Amethyst wasn't as powerful as Malefor but was a lot harder to fight because of her size. Spyro usually outmaneuvered his opponents to win but that wasn't going to work this time. The two dragons engulfed themselves in fire and dashed towards each other. CRASH! They ricocheted away from each other and closed again. They continually bounced off of each other creating fiery lines across the sapphire sky. Spyro cancelled his comet dash and instead fired an Earth blast at Amethyst. The backfire of the blast staved Spyro's ribcage and caused him to backflip in the air before he could right himself. Backfires only happened if a dragon was too tired to control his element properly. Amethyst dodged the attack. Spyro flew towards her, ignoring the pain in his chest. Bringing his tail in front of him he deflected a wing attack that rattled his scales. Punching Amethyst in the chest staved her ribcage however Spyro howled as his knuckles dislocated. Spyro slashed a rent in Amethyst's wing and was disgusted to see that bits of the wing membrane clung to his claws. Spyro's muscles and joints burned and throbbed each time he dodged struck or was struck. Each collision gave Spyro a pounding headache and he felt like the ordeal would never end. He needed something to fight for something to stand strong by. One name flared like a roaring flame behind his eyes. He uttered it aloud It wasn't Cynder it was;

"Ignitus"

With that word a flare of power surged through Spyro. This had happened once before and Spyro knew what to do. Opening his maw he formed a huge ball of energy. The light it gave off showed the fear in Amethysts eyes as she watched. The dragons were only a hundred feet above the ground. Spyro reared back his head and fired a huge pure purple blast. Amethyst retaliated with a purple blast of her own. The two attacks collided in the middle of the two combatants. a huge ball of energy marked the point where the two beams met. The crystallized swamp was bathed in a beautiful unearthly wash of violet. Suddenly one attack overwhelmed the other and the master (sorry I don't know what you would call it) was cannoned into the floor. Cynder looked up and saw Spyro having in the air. But not for long. Fatigue and pain caused him to fall from the sky. Cynder flew up and caught him before he was halfway down.

When Spyro woke up every scale in his body throbbed. His head pounded as if a million hammers were tapping against it and his cuts seared in pain. He had been bandaged using long leaves and was lying on a nest of fluff and leaves. He heard a noise nearby and tried to look about. Well forget that. It hurt him so much he yelped and flopped straight back down. Nina, Cynder, Flash and Sparx ran to him.

"Thank the ancestors you're OK." breathed a relieved Cynder.

"Well apart from being battered cut and plain old done in I'm fine if that's what you mean. "

Everyone laughed at that. Cynder nuzzled him very gently on the cheek.

"Well you're alive aint you." She whispered and in full view of everyone kissed him lightly on the mouth.

Flash and Nina looked like they would burst with pride and happiness whereas Sparx looked ready to looked around with Cynder's help. He saw Amethyst on a bed about ten feet away from his.

"Spyro I had to go help." whispered Nina "I know what she was going to do was terrible but..."

"... You couldn't just let her die." finished Spyro. Nina nodded.

"Good I want to speak to her anyway."

"As do I," interjected Cynder.

Spyro nodded. He had a lot of questions to ask the purple dragoness and what Cynder wanted to know was her business. Now he understood why Amethyst had tried to get Cynder to fly off the handle. That way she could have made it look like retaliation. Or maybe that was just her personality. Anyway he had a lot to do before she woke up.

"How long have I been out." aked Spyro looking at the bright morning sky.

"Just through the night why."

"How do you lot feel."

"Fine it was Cynder who watched over you."

Spyro looked at the draoness who had captured his heart.

"Thank you."

"Well I'm used to the night anyway so I told everyone else to sleep." she said trying to shrug it off.

"Well no matter why youi did it thank you." he whispered "So I guess I can finish off my story then or are you too tired?" he asked looking at Cynder.

"I'm fine but what about you."

"I hurt all over but all I need to tell a story is my mouth and brain which escaped harm."

Everyone laughed including a woken up Amethyst. Spyro and Cynder snarled at her befopre looking at each other and nodding.

"You should listen too because there is a lot the books can't tell you." snapped Spyro

Amethyst opened her mouth to retaliate but a glare from the purple male and black female shut her up.

Spyro stood up shakily with Cynder supporting him again. He limped to a tree stump made entirely of emerald and with Cynder's help hopped onto it. He sat down with Cynder beside him in case he fainted. Amethyst wasn't as wounded as Spyro because she had landed in a lake so she could walk unaided. Which was good because Cynder wouldn't have helped her anyway. She sat a little bit away from the others. Spyro hated to see any dragon outcasted but knew there was nothing he could do in his current state. Damn this swamps lack of Life Crystals. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them launched into his story.

Sorry if you think my fight scene was lame. I'm working on them. I hope I'm imp[roving but If I'm not feel free to drop in a helper. Flames are also welcome as long as they are halfway constructive. Amethyst is a very important character in this. If you think I made her too much like Ember then sorry. I don't really like Ember at all so it is a mistake if I have made Amethyst like her. I hope that fight was better for you Black Cyrus. PLEASE REVIEW. OR ELSE

Slasher