Well, after a huge bout with writer's block I finally have the next chapter of Forgotten Prophecy!

`Bout fucking time!

Hey, I can't help it when I can't think of how to continue the story!

Yeah you can, but you just give up and wait for me to tell your ass to start working again.

Whatever, on with the chapter!

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Chapter 13: Refusing to Give Up

Blane looked around, hoping to see anyone, but all he could see was black. Suddenly there was a bright light and he blinked several times before he could see clearly. What he saw terrified him.

He saw himself, taking on the dark, evil form and walking towards him. Dark Blane grabbed him in the exact way he'd grabbed Dark Spyro and flew into the air. When he stopped, Dark Blane threw him towards the ground.

Before he hit, the scene changed and Blane found himself in the same spot Gaul had been when Terror of the Skies Cynder had crushed him. He looked up and saw Cynder's bulk headed right at him.

Just before she hit him, the scene changed again and Blane found himself inches away from his dark self. His dark self brought his fist, which was covered in white-black flames, into his chest and this time he was hit and he felt his ribs crack. He closed his eyes tight as he felt the pain intensify.

Blane! He heard Cain's voice echo, you must not dwell on what has already happened.

"They're all dead," Blane said as if he couldn't hear him, "I killed them."

I can't help him, Cain said, but he sounded like he was talking to someone else, I may be in his mind, but I can't talk to him. You have to.

As Cain finished what he was saying, a warm and loving embrace overcame Blane's mind. The pain he had felt vanished and his anguish faded as well. Blane opened his eyes and looked up to see his mother Silena standing in front of him with a kind smile on her face.

"Mom…" Blane said softly before embracing his mother in a hug. She wrapped one of her large blue-and-white wings around him and brought her head down to his.

"My child, you needn't blame yourself for what happened," she told him gently.

"But I killed them," Blane said, fresh tears flowing from his eyes, "and when I did, I didn't feel sorry."

"It wasn't you, Blane," said a different, but familiar voice. Blane turned his head to see a well-built man wearing a tan shirt and light-brown pants. His hair was sandy-blonde and his eyes were light-blue. He had a sword scabbard at his waist and the visible sword hilt was made of reinforced wood with steel covering the pommel and the cross-guard. He, too, had a kind smile on his face and he walked over to Blane as well.

"Dad…" Blane said, looking at his father in amazement. When he reached him, Rurik knelt down to Blane and pulled him into a hug while Silena wrapped her wings around the both of them.

"You are the light that will defeat Ragnarok's darkness," Rurik told him, hugging him tightly.

"But remember," Silena told him, "you have friends that will aid you to defeat him."

"It's time for you to wake up," Rurik said, pulling away slightly so he could look into Blane's eyes, "your friends are worried."

"I don't want to," Blane said, shaking his head, "If I do, I'll lose you both again."

"You never lost us," Silena told him gently, "we have been watching over you since each of us passed. You may not see us, but we're there."

"We love you Blane," Rurik told him, "we love both you and your brother Nguyen."

"What do I do?" Blane asked, trying to lengthen the conversation as much as possible.

"You must restart your journey," Silena said.

"Go to the Celestial Caves on the White Isle. Ignitus still waits for you there, all of you." Rurik added.

"Thank you," Blane said, tears starting to form on the edges of his eyes, "for everything."

"There is no need," Silena said, planting a small kiss on his forehead, "now wake up."

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"Wake up, Blane!" A familiar voice yelled, obvious worry in their voice. Blane blinked open his eyes and saw the familiar face of Talea inches from his.

"Hey beautiful," Blane said, his voice barely above a whisper but a weak smile on his face.

"You're okay!" she shrieked happily, tears of joy coming from her eyes. I looked around and saw that I was in a large white tent and Talea and I weren't the only ones inside the tent. Behind her, Spyro and Cynder looked at me with teary eyes; Sparx sat on Spyro's head trying to wipe away tears that were on his face; Nguyen was on the other side of the cot that I was lying on, a look of relief on his face; even the guardians were there, fresh scars on their bodies not only from this battle but also from when Warfang fell.

Blane chuckled lightly, his sides hurting slightly from it, and struggled into a sitting position before asking, "How long have I been out?"

"Nearly a week, young Blane," Terrador rumbled, "Talea and Nguyen refused to leave your side until you awoke."

"Well it's a good thing everyone's here," Blane said, wincing from the effort of talking after being unconscious for so long.

"Why?" Cyril asked, "The enemy has been repelled and we need to recover."

"We don't have time," he said, "Talea, Spyro, Cynder, Nguyen, Sparx, and I have to resume our journey to the White Isle. We can't waste any more time."

"Are you insane?" Cynder asked incredulously, "you just woke up after being out cold for a week! What makes you think you have the energy to travel to the White Isle?"

"Because we all need to," I said, narrowing my eyes in annoyance, "my pain cannot and will not slow us down."

To prove his point, he jumped off the cot and to the ground only to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"You can't!" Talea told him with tears in her eyes as he struggled to stand back up, refusing to accept help from anyone.

"I can," Blane said raggedly, managing to stand, "and I will."

He walked past everyone, despite his screaming muscles, and out of the tent. Everyone followed him, only a bit behind him, to make sure he didn't fall again. They followed him to the gates, which had taken a serious beating and were nearly falling off their hinges, and watched as he opened the gates by himself. He walked a little ways from the gate, everyone else still standing in the archway, before turning to look over his shoulder.

"Are you guys coming or not?" He asked.

"He's going to kill himself if we're not there to make sure he doesn't," Nguyen muttered as he walked to where Blane stood waiting. Talea followed him without a word, but her eyes were full of mixed emotions.

"We better get going too," Cynder said to Spyro.

"Yeah, I don't want to be left behind," he said. They walked over to where everyone else was waiting, but Sparx flew off his head and back to where the guardians stood.

"You know any other time I'd have your back," he told Spyro, "but I think I'll be more needed here."

"I understand Sparx," Spyro said with a nod, "stay safe."

"You too bro," Sparx said before he flew after the guardians, who had already started walking back into the city. The small group waited until the gates had closed before turning to look towards the way they would travel.

"We better start moving," Blane said before he took off, gritting his teeth against the pain. Everyone else took off after him.

Dark eyes watched them as they flew off. A figure hidden in the shadows pulled out a green crystal and another hidden figure was reflected in it.

"The heroes have left the city," the figure said, his voice dark and ominous.

"Good," the figure in the crystal said, "follow them and make sure they reach their destination. They must succeed or the consequences could be disastrous."

"As you wish," the figure said.

"Go, my friend, but remember: they mustn't know of your existence or the timeline could be altered irreversibly."

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What the hell was that about?

What do you mean?

Why's you make Blane all serious? And what the fuck was with those two guys who seem to be time travelers?

I dunno, maybe I'll tell you and the readers on the next chapter?

Or maybe you won't.