I'm sorry for the long wait. Was on Spring Break and my mom banned my laptop from me while we were at the lake the entire time. I was very upset. So I wrote this chapter short and to the point so that I could at least have the update. I hope to be getting more chapters out but unfortunately I have to get a job :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro or any of its characters. If I did I would not be sitting her writing fanfictions.
Y'all should know by now which characters are mine, so yeah, don't steal those. And I do own the new character Elex as well.
My friend, Naomi, is still my editor and still owns Ardera.
Thank you for reading and being patient with me!
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An icy breeze brushed Dragon Temple that night. Trinity sat in her normal form on the cliff that she and Spyro had spoken on. The chill numbed her body and mind as she gazed blankly into the night sky.
After a few moments, the white dragon closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out. With one last glace at the star peppered sky, she stood and began to make her way inside.
The large door groaned open, revealing four sound asleep guardian dragons. An awful snoring filled the room, one more powerful than all the rest. Pinpointing who the snore was coming from, Trinity spotted the large black and red dragon laid flat out on her back, wings spread out, feet in the air, and mouth hanging open. Ardera's foot even twitched silently in reaction to whatever dream she must have been having.
The time dragoness had to stifle a laugh that bubbled up as she tiptoed through the room. The next door opened to a hallway, whose roof had yet to be rebuilt. Not having to be as quiet, Trinity made her way leisurely down the hall.
She came upon room without a door. She must have missed this room on the tour because of her talk with Ardera in the Pool Room. Nothing was really different about this room except for its sheer size. In the center of this room was a large platform that looked as if it had once held an enormous statue.
Not wanting to see the entire past of the room, Trinity just focused on pieces of its past. Instead of watching an entire memory play out, she caught pictures in her mind, most of which were of the guardians training Spyro in the ways of the purple dragon. To her surprise, the platform had indeed once held a statue – one of Malefor, the Dark Lord. Trinity only knew this because of a glimpse she got of him standing next to the statue as a young dragon.
A strange sound tore Trinity from the flashback, and suddenly, the white dragon realized she was not alone in the room. A faint echo of breathing sounded from across the enormous empty chamber. Belly lightly brushing the stone floor, she crept along the wall. Finally she recognized the form of a familiar orange dragon asleep against the wall before her. She finally caught sight of the orange dragon sleeping against the wall. His head was laid neatly on his paws and his wings were folded over his body like a blanket.
Zane was mumbling and twitching in his sleep. He did not seem to be having a particularly bad dream, but he face gave away great sadness.
Curiosity took over and Trinity began to steal her way closer to the sleeping male. De-aging herself, the female became nothing more than a hatchling as she shuffled her way just centimeters away from his face, staring intently at it and attempting to understand what he was mumbling about.
Unable to understand anything and weary of waking him, she did not know what to do next. She waited there for what seemed like an eternity before she finally laid her cheek against his. Slowing her breathing so that it matched his, Trinity closed her eyes.
Her mind was immediately bursting with an intense light. Her eyes flung open on their own accord. Her tail swept back and forth as she crouched in a bright green patch of grass, feeling very out of place as her body moved without any conscious decision to do so. At first, Trinity thought she was back in the valley where she had been raised, but moments later, she recognized it as a small grassy park in the middle of Warfang.
Against her will, her mouth began to move, but it was not her voice that came out, "I am the all mighty Dark Master. I can take on anyone anywhere. My name is Shade, as in the shadows that fill the places I have stepped."
With a jolt, the white dragon recognized Zane's voice, only younger. She was reliving a memory of his, through his eyes. She was just a guest in the body of Zane's former self.
Zane inched forward, stalking through the grass. A leaf fluttered down from one of the only two trees in the park. The electric dragon wiggled his haunches and launched himself at the leaf. He grabbed it out of the air and landed, pinning it to the ground.
"Ha, ha, HA!" Zane laughed as evilly as he could in his cracking kid voice, "I am the almighty Shade and I have killed the great leader of the Hawk Clan. I am the ruler of the world!" he laughed again.
A shadow fell over him, making the little orange dragon look up quickly. He squinted his eyes against the sun, only seeing the dark silhouette of the dragon.
"If you are the ruler of the world, then am I the ruler of the universe?" the dragon spoke, his voice full of energy and playfulness. Something about it was almost familiar to Trinity, though she was sure she had never met this dragon. Maybe it was because she was in Zane's mind.
Zane poked out his lip in a pout, "Dad, you can't be stronger than me. It's not fair. Plus, you have to make up a cool name like I did. I am Shade the almighty ruler of the shade dragons." He attempted to growl.
The male silhouette seemed to think for a minute. He smiled, bringing his head down to his son's level, "I will be Shlade, then." Trinity could have sworn she had a mini heart attack.
The dragon before her was indeed Shlade, only his scales were not pitch black and gray. He was a lighter orange color than Zane with the exact same color underbelly and horns. His horns that were bent in all kids of strange directions, instead the slicked back like his son's. Besides the scar under his left eye, the rest of his scars where gone.
Zane laughed, "Dad, you are just as awful as Gran and Pa at making up names!" he rolled over in in laughter, "You can't just add a letter into the name that I chose."
"Oh yeah?" his father laughed with him. Trinity winced at the laugh, all though it was happy and hearty; it was Shlade's menacing cackle that echoed in her mind.
"Yeah." The young dragon looked up at the older one and smiled.
His father hit his side lightly with the side of his head, making Zane roll over into a bigger patch of grass. The small electric dragon caught himself and jumped at the lager dragon, bowling him over into the grass as well. The two tussled for a bit before a voice made them stop.
"Elex! Zane! Time to head home!" Trinity's heart grew heavy at the sound of Ciena's voice, slightly deadening some of the shock from Shlade's true identity.
Abruptly, the memory was cut off, leaving a sharp zinging headache in its place. Squeezing her eyes shut, Trinity tried to force the pain away.
"Rini?" she heard a deep, rasping voice whisper.
The white dragoness opened her green orbs slowly, trying to focus them. She began to make out the yellow glowing irises in front of her, the yellow marked snout, the orange scaled face, and the pale yellow horns. Then she saw the sadness etched deep into his face and the tears in his eyes.
"Zane." Trinity whispered, feeling his pain.
A memory seemed to flicker through his electric eyes, "You look exactly like you did the first day you rolled out of your egg." He curled his head so that he was hugging her close to his side; his voice sounded tight with tears.
The time dragon could not stand to see her adopted brother like this. She pushed the new information of her enemy to the back of her mind, and decided to work towards comforting the orange dragon.
"What is wrong?" she asked, quietly.
"Just a memory that I don't want to remember." His eyes were closed as he mumbled his words.
Instantly, Trinity remembered her training. Though she was not able to see into Ignitus's past, he had told her that not only could she see another's memories, but also the owner of the memory would relive it too. So Zane had seen everything that she had seen. But why was it that he did not want to remember? It seemed like a good memory to Trinity, something that was worth remembering.
After a few silent moments, the female worked up the courage to ask, "Why don't you want to remember?"
The larger male sighed, "I do not wish to remember the father that walked out on mother and me. Not any more, at least." Tears still were laced in his voice.
Closing her eyes, Trinity tried to picture what Zane was reminiscing on his own, instead of forcing him to remember something. He was. It was of him as a child being held close by their mother, long before the adopted sibling had come along. He craved for comfort from another.
The time dragoness calmed her mind, focusing on what she wanted done. Her eyes swirled to gold, and her body began to grow. The orange male lifted his head, watching her in awe.
She stopped at the age of a fully grown dragon. Lying next to her adopted brother, she was just a little bit bigger than him. He stared into her eyes, words failing to form.
The female touched her nose to his softly, and then laid her neck over his, hugging him close. Zane stiffened at first before relaxing into her embrace to lay his head onto her back.
"Thank you, Rini." He sighed, the sorrow thick in his voice slowly leaving.
Trinity remained silent. Instead, she listened as his breathing slowed as he slipped back into his dreams. The dragoness did not hesitate to follow, though this time she left Zane's dreams to himself.
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I officially have the whole story planned out now, so hopefully I can get the chapters out faster. But if I can't, please just bare with me! Thanks!