Chapter 40: A Time to Remember
Silver: No.
Rift: Yes!
Silver: I said no.
Rift: Come on! I'm older than you!
Silver: Yeah well you're in my house so you follow my rules.
Rift pouts.
Silver sighs.
Silver: We'll discuss this later. Do the disclaimers.
Rift: Fine. Silver doesn't own any Spyro characters or storyline, only his OCs and story. I am owned by a hooman, Rifty Agon. If you don't like the story, then go live on the moon. You probably won't have internet connection but at least you won't have to read this story.
Silver: Hey!
One quick thing before you begin reading. This chapter is M rated for blood and gore. If you have a weak stomach then skip down to the last three lines after the battle begins.
Silvus' POV:
Reaching Dante's Freezer was quick and easy. If Spyro didn't get a head start, I probably would have encountered him on my flight here. Speaking of Spyro, several ships lay wrecked around the surrounding islands, some of the fires still burning bright. But they were soon ignored as Dante's Freezer came into view.
The place looked...different, war-torn. Several dark structures could be seen in the distance. Thankfully, no blizzard was sighted, though that would have been great cover for me. The land was covered in snow as usual along with war structures, of ape and ghoul. It looks like they have been at war. I guess they aren't allies anymore, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't watch out for ghouls.
I landed at what looked to be a gateway. I saw several weapons laying on the ground, and the smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils. Looking to the ground, I noticed several paw prints. Taking a closer look I saw that they were of dragon origin, and a young dragon of ten at that. Spyro. I took a sniff at the print so I would have Spyro's scent. Looking up, I decided to move forward. Spyro seemed to moving on the ground, so I might as well too.
I followed the carnage of apes and ghoul armor. There was much of it. Dang, for such a young dragon, he sure is powerful. Soon, I made it to an open area. I hopped down from the ledge I was standing on. Further down the path, I spotted the purple dragon, and...a floating lantern?
Right as I was about to call out to the purple dragon, a loud roar cut through the air,causing me to jump. I saw Spyro jump as well. I looked to the sky, at one of the fortresses in the distance. I saw a big dragon fly from the top of it. I instantly recognized it to be Cynder, anger began to course through my veins and I was nearly shaking in rage.
I looked at Spyro, then at Cynder. The need for revenge urged me to choose Cynder. Spyro starting to walk away only supported that decision. I spread my wings and took off in a matter of seconds, shooting through the sky toward that evil dragon. I didn't even give the purple dragon a second thought. My mind was bent on killing the one dragon that has caused me so much pain.
The thought of that allowed me to push myself to my limit. If anyone was watching the skies at the moment, they would only see a silver streak. I reached Cynder in no time at all. Being so close to the dragon only flared my anger, almost to the point where it was blinding. Almost like I couldn't control my actions. I didn't care.
Right as I was about to swat at her tail, she turned around in the air faster than I could comprehend. A blast of wind nearly knocked me out of the sky. I tried to regain control over my flight, but a loud screech immobilized me. Instantly, my paws went to my ears as I fell to the ground, wings limp at my side.
Right before I hit the ground, the feeling of weightlessness was quickly taken away as something grabbed hold of my tail from the air. As my hearing returned, all I could hear was the low sinister chuckle of the dragon that held into my tail. When my vision cleared, I saw that I was hovering only a few inches off the ground, until I was dropped.
My breathing increased when I realized how close to death I actually was. The sound of dark laughter caught my attention. I turned my head to see the one I had a deep hatred for.
"Did you really think you could sneak up on me?" She said. "I'm hurt." She made a face that was mocking a dragon whose feelings were hurt. It made me feel disgusted.
"You should have let me fall." I said standing up, facing her. Shaking from anger.
"Oh, I wanted to see how much of a fight you can be!" Cynder said with a dark smile. "I thought you'd be a adult dragon, not some hatchling!" She said throwing up her wings for effect.
That was the last straw.
I threw myself forward in attempt to land a blow to her underbelly, but she easily sidestepped and hit me in the back. The armor took most of the hit, but still sent me flying forward. I landed on my paws and shot three icicles in her direction before spinning around and sending a sheet of ice in her direction.
The three icicles would have hit their target, but she simply brushed them aside with her wing. She opened her maw, releasing a wall of shadow fire, completely melting the sheet of ice.
I angrily stomped my front paws to the ground, causing the ground in the area to be covered in ice. Faster than the eye could see, I sent several small icicles while dashing to the right. Cynder followed my movement, blowing away each icicle with a blast of wind. The ice floor hardly seemed to affect her. Quickly removing it before it wasted too much energy, Cynder then took advantage of the delay, swinging her tail around.
I ducked to avoid the deadly blade, though it still grazed me across my unprotected check. I hissed as the wound stung. She didn't stop there, moving towards me while shooting several shadow spikes . I twisted my body so I could dodge them, but that was a mistake. I didn't see Cynder running toward me before she spun around and whacked me with her deadly tail blade, cutting the gaps between my armor at my underbelly.
I landed on my side in a small snow bank. Both my wounds now causing pain and being a hindrance. As Cynder approached, I rolled onto my paws in a quick manner and shot the biggest icicle that I could muster. Of course she dodged it, her slender body allowed her easy movement, but that gave me time to quick run behind a tree.
My plan was to get spirit gems from my satchel, but as I reached for it, all my paw met was empty air. Looking around frantically, I spotted my torn satchel just behind Cynder. She was looking around for me.
"Come on out hatchling! I only want to play." She said in a cheery tone that made me want to puke.
Out of the corner of her eye Cynder spotted me, though I did not realize it. Right as I was about to make a run for the satchel with her back turned, she spun around and shot a glob of poison in my direction. With a yelp, I ran to the next tree and Cynder continued to shoot more globs of poison. I moved to the next tree and then the next until I dived behind a rock.
I touch it, causing it to be covered in ice. I then rammed it as hard as I could with my horns that were glowing light blue. My control over ice allowed me to send the large bolder straight toward Cynder, then I shot a large icicle right behind the rock.
Cynder easily melted the rock with a glob of poison, but she didn't see the large icicle. Still, she dodged the icicle with her quick reaction and countered with a glob of poison. I dashed to the right to dodge the green mass, but the glob was quicker. The glob hit me right below my neck, hitting my underbelly. The impact was enough to cause me to skid back a few feet, but my armor saved my life.
I quickly undid the bonds that held my silver chestplate in place. It hit the snow with a soft thunk. Oh what a mistake that was, I didn't think of not doing it. My anger increased, not allowing me to think straight. As I stepped forward to meet Cynder in physical combat, I walked myself right onto a black mass. My right paw was stuck in the goo like material. I tried to get it out, but it was no use.
Cynder approached me slowly with a sadistic smile that made me cringe. I struggled to get my paw out of the shadow goo as she approached, though a clear part of my head knew it was no use. I secretly prepared my left paw for an attack. I concentrated on focusing my elemental energy into my left paw and right. My claws glowed faintly as they grew deadly sharp with ice.
Once Cynder reached me she lifted a paw to strike, but my right paw was then coated in a thin sheet of ice, allowing it freedom, while I swung my left paw upward. I cut across her underbelly and left three deep gashes, which I felt pleased by. My right pressed against her leg, causing thin ice to cover it, attaching it into the snowy ground. Then, I spun around and kicked her with my back paws, hitting her underbelly.
She roared angrily and sent out a loud screech that sent my flying at a high speed towards a poison covered tree. My back hit it, breaking the tree in half, causing the upper part of the tree to fall on my exposed underbelly. My ribs snapped.
My senses were dulled. I could barely make out Cynder breaking out of the ice I trapped her in. She approached me, her maw seeping red mist. She held an enraged expression. I could not help but feel pleased as I looked at the nine deep gashes in her magenta underbelly. But that feeling was short lived as she picked me up by the neck. I could feel her sharp claws around my neck.
With a sadistic smile, Cynder squeezed, cutting off my air supply. I couldn't do a thing as Cynder choked me to death. Her smile only grew. I began to see red around the edges of my vision. She dropped me on the ground, I coughed up blood, taking in as much air as possible. Then Cynder turned me so that I lay on my back struggling to breath.
"How should I kill you?" She asked, leaning in so that I could feel her breath against my cheek. Strangely enough, her breath smelled like...strawberries? "Should I use shadow poisoning like the other Messenger that caused this?" Cynder spread her wings, showing me several holes in them. "You were there, you're the cause of this, just like your dead friend."
I growled in anger. "He isn't dead. You failed to kill him." My voice was hoarse, like I haven't had anything to drink in days. Speaking of that, I am thirsty.
Cynder's big paws slammed down on my underbelly, ripping off the remaining armor there. "Then you will die a most painful death, for him." She whispered in my ear.
She then kicked me, sending me flying and hitting another tree. I landed on my belly, knocking the air out of me. The pain was excruciating. My cuts stung, but nothing hurt more then my ribs. Cynder was on me once again, painfully ripping all the armor off me. Suddenly, my paws were trapped, held down by an unknown force. I looked to see what I couldn't, many paws draped in shadow.
Then I felt Cynder's claws on my back, not penetrating any scales, but it still caused me to flinch in fear. She lightly and slowly dragged her claws back, all the way down from the start of my neck to the base of my tail, on either side of my back fins. The slow movement caused me to shudder in fear. If anyone was watching this, they would think she was petting my back.
Then Cynder started to dig deeper into my back, causing me pain. I began to whimper from it. I felt some sort of mist from her claws. She is making them sharper. Then she plunged her claws into my spine, causing me to scream in pain. She slowly dragged them toward my lower back. She repeatedly did this, causing me to scream so loud that it would rival a fear screech. She then started to viciously tear into my back, digging at it. Warm blood was beginning to slide down my side, dyeing the snow red. Tears were streaming down my face, seeping into the cut, causing it to sting. Though, that was nothing compared to what my back was enduring.
I couldn't tell when Cynder did stop. The pain was too great, it felt like she was still digging into my back at the very moment.
Through blurry eyes, she showed me her right paw. It was covered in blood...my blood. That thought made me puke blood. Then she showed me her blood covered claws. Then out of nowhere, they began to glow sickly green. Poison started to drip from them. I struggled to look up to see what she was going to do but my head was held down by one of her paws.
She grabbed one of my horns and began to tug on it, causing me to clench my teeth. Then a bright flash occurred, causing Cynder to yelp. Has someone come to save me? I must have spoken my thoughts.
Cynder laughed. "No...it seems that you have strong horns, stronger than a normal dragon. Let's change that shall we."
Then, the biggest pain I felt yet occurred. I felt as her claw dug into the scales surrounding my right horn. Her other paw dug into my head while doing this. In the base of my skull I felt her claws, I nearly blacked out from the pain. Why won't I go unconscious!
I felt her paw clench something and pull. I screamed out as my head was pulled upward from the force. My head was throbbing, pain tore through my skull as she did the same with my other horn. I was screaming so loud, I swear that the dragons of Warfang were able to hear it.
Pain consumed me. I was barely able to hear the thumping of something landing in front of me. Though tears, I saw both my horns. They looked longer, until I saw the bases drenched in crimson. She literally dug into my skull to get those out.
"Your tail is next." She whispered into my ear. But I didn't care. I was staring at my horns in disbelief that they were mine.
I let out a raspy sigh. This is how I'm going to meet my end. Tortured by the dragon I hate most.
Then I heard a loud yell, followed by a blast of ice and a mystical sounding blast. Unfamiliar, I tried to turn my head to see my rescuers, but found that I couldn't. The pain was too great.
The last thing I heard before I blacked out, was Cynder's screeches of anger, blasts of mystical energy, and someone calling my name.
Rift flipped through the notebook and laughs.
Silver: Rift, what's that?
Rift: Your plans for The Forgotten Legend.
Silver: Don't say anything!
Rift: Give me back my Fireball.
Silver and Rift stared for several moments before Silver hands Rift a bottle.
Rift: Yay!