All right, I've gotten this chapter up pretty quickly. I guess writer's block decided to quit!

You say that now…

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Whatever, on with chapter 14!

Disclaimer: I don't own Spyro or any of the copyrighted things I use. I do however own my OCs and this story.

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Chapter 14: The Prophecy is Revealed

The group had been flying a while, despite everyone but Blane's suggestion to rest. Blane knew that they were just trying to help him but he refused to let them. They needed to get to the White Isle and learn what Ignitus had to teach them. As the sun began to set, Blane finally gave into everyone's pleas to land and rest.

When they landed, Spyro and Cynder went to hunt while Nguyen and Talea tried to get Blane to talk about why he was pushing himself so hard.

"Because it's necessary," he told them.

"If you don't stop you're going to kill yourself," Nguyen said.

"Let us help you," Talea begged.

"I don't need help!" Blane shouted, much to Nguyen and Talea's surprise, before regaining his composure and saying, "I just need to find out how we can stop Ragnarok for good."

"You won't be able to do anything if you don't let your body rest," Nguyen said.

"My body's fi-" he was cut off as he fell into unconsciousness, causing Talea to shriek in surprise and Nguyen to look at him in shock

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Blane suddenly found himself in a huge study. Books covered every shelf in the room and a large hourglass stood in the middle of the room.

"You are pushing yourself too hard young dragon," he heard familiar voice behind him say. He spun around and saw Ignitus standing in a doorway that led to another room. He looked exactly like Blane had last seen him but he looked older for some reason.

"What happened to you Ignitus?" Blane asked in surprise.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with at the moment," Ignitus assured him as he walked around him and towards the hourglass.

"Why did you bring me here?" Blane asked him.

"To talk with you," He said as he came to a halt in front of the hourglass but not turning around, "if you don't take it easy you will die."

"H-how do you know?" Blane asked, taken aback at how bluntly Ignitus told him.

"As the Chronicler I can see strands of time, possibilities of how future events will take place," he said, turning to look over his shoulder at Blane, "if you continue on the way you have been you will be dead before you reach the sea."

"Is there anything I can do to prevent it?" Blane asked desperately.

"Allow your friends to help you," he told him, "there is nothing wrong in admitting you need help. In fact, it is sometimes more wise to accept help than to go on without it."

"How long will it take us to reach you?" Blane asked.

"Not long," he said, turning to look back at the hourglass, "head towards the Well of Souls, Spyro and Cynder should know the way, and there you will find a hidden portal that leads you here. It should only take you about a day and a half at the most."

"Thank you Ignitus," Blane said, bowing his head slightly.

"There is no need for thanks," Ignitus said, "but I think it is time for you to hear the prophecy for which you were needed to complete:

'There will come a time when darkness will rise, and with him those with evil in their hearts and eyes.

The dragon of purple and the half-dragon of light must become allies to bring about his end.

The half-dragon's brother, the dragon of darkness, will come to their aid and help them find him.

The souls of the damned and those yet to be will guide them on their journey.

But in the end only the dragon of purple and the dragon of shadows will come back from the lair of darkness.'"

"Wait, what does that mean?" Blane asked.

"I am afraid that I cannot tell you," Ignitus said as Blane's vision began to fade, "because I do not know. However I can tell you that your friends have almost reached the Well of Souls."

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Blane awoke to find himself lying on soft grass, a large mountain a little ways to the distance. The mountain bore a striking resemblance to a dragon roaring to the night sky. Blane felt a warm body snuggled close to him. He turned and saw that Talea had pulled herself under his wing and was curled up next to him.

They were worried about you, Cain's voice echoed in his head.

"I know the prophecy, Cain," Blane said softly.

How? Cain asked, surprise in his voice.

"For someone who's in my head, you sure miss a lot." He whispered humorously.

I'm sorry; I was too busy making sure you got here without having to be carried, Cain said sarcastically.

"Well, thanks then," Blane said almost silently, "but the prophecy worries me."

Why? Cain asked.

"It foretells either me dying to stop Ragnarok," Blane said softly, "I'm worried what will happen if I don't come back."

It was foolish of Ignitus to tell you the prophecy, Cain said angrily, It is never good to know one's own destiny.

"How would you know?" Blane asked softly.

I…was a living dragon before I was part of your mind, before you were born even, Cain said reluctantly, I was a horrible dragon, I killed so many. The markings on my body are marks of dark power and binding. When I was defeated by a group of dragons they sent me to your realm in exile but I came into contact with you when you were born and I fused with your mind. And I've been part of it ever since. However, in the middle of my bloody reign I learned of a prophecy that foretold my fate. I became paranoid after learning it and that was what caused my downfall. You mustn't let that fate happen to you.

"Wow, I-I never knew," Blane said, surprised.

Because I hid my past from you, even when I was still evil, Cain said.

"Why?" Blane asked.

I was afraid…afraid you'd pity me, Cain said.

"Why would be afraid of that?" Blane asked, confused.

For the same reason you refuse to let your friends help you: Because I was afraid that you would think me weak, Cain said, and unable to help you complete your destiny.

Blane remained silent after Cain finished talking. Cain was right and he knew it. He looked around the small clearing that he'd woken up in and saw Spyro and Cynder curled up next to each other, with Spyro's wing over Cynder, not far away and Nguyen sleeping in the middle of the clearing. All they'd wanted to do was help him and he'd shouted at them. He was afraid of them thinking he was weak, but he decided then and there that he'd let them help if he needed it.

Get some sleep, Cain told him, your body is still tired from flying here, even if I was the one who had control.

"Right," Blane yawned, setting his head down on the ground, "and thanks Cain."

Anytime, but try not to do it again anytime soon, Cain chuckled but Blane was already asleep.

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Well that's chapter 14.

Kinda short don't you think?

Eh, I guess. Anyways, 'til next time everyone!

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