Legend of Spyro: Stormfront

Chapter 4

A few weeks had passed since the first day of classes. Flare, Flame and Quake were walking to class together, towards the training grounds.

"So Flare, how have your classes been going with Cynder?" Flame asked.

"They have been going fine, although no one has yet to land a hit on Cynder. She is so fast; she is constantly out maneuvering all of us. One moment she is in front of us the next attack, she is behind us with her claw to our necks. Spyro must have had his paws full when they fought."

"I'm sure he did, it would be really cool to see them fight again one day," Quake said.

"Ya, it would be the best fight we would probably ever see," Flame replied.

Flare responded, "Let's hope we never see the day, which that happens. It would mean something really messed up is going on."

Flame and Quake became silent as she said this. They walked the rest of the way to the training grounds in silence.

When they reached the training grounds class had already started.

"Flame, Quake, Flare you are late, please make your way over to your groups quickly so we may begin," Spyro said.

Spyro then began a lecture on close combat. Flame paid utmost attention as did Flare, however Quake daydreamed through most of it.

The sparring came next; the first few were uneventful, as usual, Spyro beating them without even breaking a sweat.

"Alright, Flame please step up; it is your turn now," Spyro said.

"Yes, Master Spyro," Flame replied.

That was one of things Spyro really liked about Flame; he was always respectful, and treated others with courtesy and kindness.

"Begin!"

Flame immediately comet dashed straight for Spyro, who countered with one of his own. The two forces collided in the center of the ring, each cancelling each other out with a large puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, it revealed Spyro and Flame horns interlocked, each vying for position over the other. Spyro having more experience got the upper hand, and with a quick twist of his head flipped Flame on to his back. Before Spyro could deliver a blow, Flame rolled away from Spyro. Spyro then sent a wave through the ground. Flame had know time to react, the wave went underneath him and bounced him high into the air. Flame was tumbling makeing him unable open his wings to take flight, Flame plummeted to the ground at high speed. When he was just a few feet off the ground Spyro used his tail like a bat and hit Flame across the flank. Flame was sent a few feet across the ground before skidding to a stop on the hard stone. Flame attempted to stand, but coughed out a small amount of blood on the ring.

"I think it is time we called it a day, Flame." Spyro told Flame.

"NO! Master, I wish to continue," Flame exclaimed.

"It is your choice, Flame," Spyro said.

"Continue."

Flame still struggled to raise himself to his feet. Eventually, he managed to stand. Flame's whole body was shaking, every time he fought Spyro he lost, always lost. He was tired of losing. He wanted to break that image of Spyro's invincibility. He had to be the first person to land a hit against the Legendary Purple dragon. It was the only way to make his dream a reality. He must impress Spyro, for he knew that Spyro had been given the choice of the next guardian. Of course the other three would have to approve it, but with Spyro's recommendation, his dream was assured.

Spyro saw Flame, standing a distance away thinking. Then, he noticed something; Flame's body had ceased shaking.

Flame then charged at Spyro, spewing a jet of Flame at Spyro the whole time. Flame then moved in for close combat. Slashes, bites, and kicks ensued, but Flame could still not land a damaging blow on Spyro. However, Spyro was not getting any blows on Flame either.

"Good Flame, keep it up, but you have to do one thing Flame, Spyro said."

"What is that, Master?" Flame responded.

"HIT ME ALREADY!" Spyro yelled at Flame.

The combat continued on for a few more seconds. Then, Flame jumped back, his whole body beginning to glow. He opened his maw and spewed a jet of flame at Spyro. The flames themselves shaped into that of a dragon's maw and charged at Spyro at extreme speed. It seemed to impact Spyro, resulting in a large explosion and a mushroom cloud of smoke.

Flame was exhausted, "Surely that attack had to have got him," he thought.

The smoke began to clear, only to reveal a large ball of earth in the middle of it.

"Damn it!" Flame cursed. "Why can't I ever hit him!"

The earth ball fell apart to reveal an unhurt Spyro standing in the middle, or so Flame thought.

"Congratulations Flame, you are the first to land a hit."

Flame's mouth was agape. He had hit Spyro, and gave a jump of joy. Then, a question formed in his mind, "Where did he hit him then?"

Flame gave another look at Spyro; too notice that there was a burn mark relatively the size of a dragon's claw on his chest.

A cheer erupted from the sidelines. Even Cynder looked over to see what was happening.

"What? Did one finally get Spyro?" She asked herself before dodging an oncoming blow. "Good Flare, attempting to attack while I was distracted, excellent idea."

Flame began to walk over to the side lines, he was totally exhausted, there was no way he could continue the battle. Then, a mob of dragons rushed over to him, giving him congratulations and the like.

After the end of class Cynder walked over to Spyro, "So one of them finally got you, Spyro."

"Yup, Flame finally landed the first hit."

"Awwww the mighty Purple dragon got burned; maybe he needs a kiss to make it all better." Cynder replied.

"Hmmm, that might just do the trick," Spyro replied.

Cynder gave Spyro a peck on the cheek. "How's that?"

"That made it a little better, but I know you can do better," Spyro responded.

"I don't think this is the time or place for a make out session, Spyro," Cynder retorted.

"You are probably right about that, Cynder. Well at least I have the most likely pick for the new Fire Guardian all figured out. I should probably go tell the Guardians so they can begin training him."

"He seems to be the most obvious choice to me as well, Spyro. I will support your decision."

"I knew you would, Cynder. Thank you."

Suddenly Cynder began to feel tired, unbearably tired.

"Spyro, I think I am about to pass out."

"What? Why?"

Then Cynder fainted, luckily Spyro caught her before she hit her head on the ground.

"Cynder, Cynder! Wake up!"

Spyro continued to attempt to rouse Cynder, but to no avail. Spyro then attempted to position her on his back. After a few attempted tries he managed to get her situated. Then, he started to head to the infirmary.

(In Cynder's Mind)

Cynder was on top of a floating platform in the middle of nowhere.

"Huh? Where am I?" She thought. Then a familiar voice came out of nowhere.

"You are in the Chronicler's dream world Cynder."

"What? Who are you? I think I remember your voice from somewhere."

"Come now, you don't remember me?" Suddenly a teal dragon materialized out of thin air. "Remember me now?"

"Ig-Ignitus? Cynder asked?"

"The one and only." He responded.

"Ignitus!" Cynder screamed running over to him and embracing him in a hug. "But, I saw you die, in the flames."

"Don't worry about that now, young dragon. Although I wish our meeting was on better circumstances. I have some important information to tell you."

"What is it?" Cynder questioned.

"I fear the world is once again in danger, young dragon. I see visions of a black dragon, with a helm, leading the dark army, once again. You must stop him, Cynder."

"But we killed the Dark Master, Ignitus he is gone. Spyro and I killed him." Cynder responded.

"No Cynder, this is a different Dark Master, one far more powerful than Malefor."

"What! More powerful than Malefor! How can there be someone more powerful than him?" Cynder asked frantically.

"Think Cynder, who could possibly on the whole planet surpass Malefor himself?" Ignitus questioned.

Cynder quickly came to a realization. "No, Spyro would never become that! How could he?"

"I do not know Cynder, but I must tell you, the darkness already has a grip on his mind. It is a claw hold, but it might grow until… well you know. I know this because I cannot contact him; the darkness that surrounds him isn't permitting me. I fear it has already begun. I do not know how long he has before the worst happens."

"How am I to stop it, Ignitus you must tell me!"

"I do not know young dragon, it is up to you to save him. Now I must go, I cannot maintain the link any longer."

"I don't know how Ignitus! You must tell me!" Cynder yelled at the fading Chronicler.

"I don't know Cynder I wish I could tell you more, but one thing I do know is that should Spyro choose the wrong path you must make a decision.

"What decision?" Cynder screamed.

"To kill Spyro… or to let the world be destroyed at his hands. Now I must go my strength is failing me. Goodbye Cynder, I wish you the prayers of the Ancestors."

Then Cynder's mind went black.

That's a wrap. I have been neglecting to mention this but Spyro's "helm"(Yes Spyro's! *Insert Evil laugh*) can be imagined to look like the Witch king's from Lord of the Rings except made for a dragon obviously.