Chapter Eight: Warnings

(Fourteen days prior to Spyro's death)

"I need to rest," Spyro said, landing on a vast, open meadow which seemed to cover the world in fresh, green grass. "I've been flying over almost two days now; I can't keep this up any longer."

"No need to strain yourself my friend," Hunter said as he dismounted from Spyro's back. "According to the map we should be about a day's flight away from the cave. Tell me something Spyro, if your father Malefor has died multiple times, how are you sure he won't return again?"

"Because I know he's dead for sure," Spyro said, suddenly feeling a stream of guild pour into his heart. "That and I know he redeemed himself before he died by asking me for forgiveness which I gave to him. It still puzzles me that I killed him..."

"Spyro, every sacrifice brings hope if one defeats an evil spirit," Hunter said as he looked around the meadow for a tree to build a fire with no luck. "A wise individual also knows that when one forgives another, one truly understands the feelings of remorse and goodness."

"Have you ever wished you could have taken something back that you done, even if it was for good?" Spyro asked as he ate a few berries Hunter gave him from his satchel.

"I have in fact, it was four years ago," Hunter said as he sat in front of Spyro who sat down as well. "Her name was Clover… a Cheetah suited to be a princess in my eyes… I loved her more than anything. I managed to visit her every now and then when I got the chance while I was searching for you and Cynder. She was out in the forest in Avalar one day and she was helplessly surrounded by Orcs from Malefor. They were surrounding her and almost killed her until I heard her cries of help and came to her rescue. I managed to kill them all but I didn't see the Bowman Orc watching in a tree… He killed her right in front of me with a poisonous arrow… She died in my arms. It is my fault that she is dead and I can't take back my failure of not watching my surroundings more carefully."

"You have to learn that some things are out of our control Hunter, and that fate and destiny places road blocks in our path for a reason." Spyro said as Hunter nodded his head.

"And we must always remember that those who have heart will understand why certain events happen in such ways… even though some can be most unfortunate." Hunter's words burned into Spyro's mind as he nodded slightly while he looked among the meadow.

"Yeah, I see what you mean." Spyro said as he curled into a tightly gripped coil around his tail and managed to fall asleep in the slow, cold razor wind.

"If there is peace, hope will follow," Hunter said as he lay among the soft, plushy grass, staring among the orange and purple sky of dusk. "No matter how dark the world may seem… peace will always be among the shadows, waiting for the right time to shine."

"A great tragedy is coming Spyro," a voice rang in Spyro's mind. "A new evil is emerging."

"I don't understand what danger?" Spyro said as his mind drifted off into a nerve straining nightmare.

"Someone you will never understand." Spyro then recognized the voice was from Ignitus.

"If you are the new Chronicler Ignitus, can you give me a sign of this danger?" Spyro asked as he soon found himself lying among the rocky bank of a mountain side.

"This sight will determine the fate of the purple dragon," Ignitus said as Spyro saw Cynder lying to the right of him. Bruised and broken, Cynder remained motionless while the Spyro looked up into the lightning filled sky. "This may be your final resting place." Spyro tried to move with no success as he looked at the two motionless bodies to his left and right in horror. Spyro looked up and saw his own beaten body lying at the foot of an overwhelming black dragon covered in a black mist while he stood victorious over Spyro's motionless form.

"The fate of the purple dragon, what do you mean by that?" Spyro asked, still baffled by Ignitus' words.

"No Spyro, another purple dragon." Ignitus said as everything around Spyro began to fade to black.

"Do you mean Malefor?" Spyro asked, Ignitus didn't respond. Spyro calmed himself and looked towards the ground which he couldn't see. The air around him grew cold as he thought in wonder. Spyro needed to get to the cave as he allowed himself to be awakened.

"Spyro, wake up," Hunter said, shaking the purple dragon from his sleep. "If we leave now we should arrive at the cave around tomorrow nightfall."

"Spyro, remember what I said," Ignitus said as his voice rang across Spyro's mind. "Time is against you now."

"Alright, let's go." Spyro said, yawning and stretching as he gathered his thoughts in the night air.

"Ive got to get out of here," Draikor said as his eyes darted around the impenetrable cell which he was held in. "I need to kill now!" The sadistic dragon raked his front claws against the stone walls, causing horrible scratches among the walls.

"The cell is stronger than you think dragon killer," the Cheetah warrior said as he stood motionless to the chamber door with a smirk across his face. "You won't escape that easily."

"We shall see," Draikor hissed as he licked his lips. "Your blood will quench my thirst."

"Yeah, whatever vile slangs you spit demon spawn." The Cheetah warrior scoffed as his face was illuminated by candlelight.

"I need to break away these cage bars," Draikor said as he came to a solution by using his fire breath, Draikor began to heat the ends of the cell bars until they glowed a cherry red. "Now add friction." Draikor then began to bend and flex the bars until the metal began to break away from the plates, giving Draikor enough room to flex the bars out of his way.

"The prisoner is escaping!" The Cheetah warrior guard celled as h opened the cell door while holding his spear firmly towards Draikor who crawled from his cage.

"Give me a real fight!" Draikor yelled as he slammed his tail into the Cheetah, causing severe spinal and skull injury as he slammed against the cell wall. Draikor then slammed through the iron door which swung closed when the Cheetah warrior burst in and headed his way up the spiral staircase. Draikor scoffed in irritation as he made his way up the stairs, knowing that the main hall was just behind the iron doors he was running towards. Draikor then came to the large iron doors and peered through the small, barred windows.

The hall seemed to be lined with Cheetah warriors as Draikor smirked and said, "Is that all?"

Draikor then smashed through the iron doors and looked among the staring group of Cheetahs.

"Hold your ground, surround him." A Cheetah whispered as the group began to surround the black dragon.

"Fools, you can't stop me," Draikor yelled as he blew intense flames at the crowd, causing them to back away and run like rats. "I have to hide somewhere for a while." Draikor took pride in the carnage as he made his way into the night filled air of Warfang, taking little effort to leap into the air as he took flight towards the deepest area of Avalar, Twilight Falls.