Legend of Spyro: Stormfront
Chapter 6
Cynder saw Spyro reach his paw up and put it into the beam "NOOO!" She screamed. Suddenly, a shockwave of purple energy radiated outwards from the beam. It seemed to leave Spyro unaffected, Cynder however, was thrown off her feet, and into the wall of the chamber, head first. There was a sickening thud as her body collided with the wall. She fell limp onto the ground of the chamber, unconscious.
Spyro then stepped fully into the beam. He felt his body begin to levitate. He felt the presence of evil itself. It began to bear down on him, its weight seemingly immeasurable, and he accepted it. This evil poured into Spyro, filling him with its malice, cruelty, and will to dominate the dragon realms. Spyro felt his body begin to change, along with his mind. His body grew several feet in a matter of seconds. Holes appeared in his wings, his horns became sharper, more deadly, his scales darkened, and a black stripe of what looked like flames was etched from the corner of his eyes to the tip of his tail. Gone was the kind young dragon that cared for his friends, in its place, a new Dark Master was born.
Then, the beam ceased, and what had been Spyro floated down from his levitating position. Then, he opened his eyes, they were yellow, the same yellow of Malefor. He walked over to unconscious black mass of Cynder that was still slumped on the chamber wall. He positioned her on his back, walked out of the chamber, and out the cave he came in. He took flight, into the night, for the city of Warfang, his intentions unknown.
The Guardians had summoned the Dragon Guard they were the dragon troops of the city, aligned along the city walls, in full armor, ready to take flight towards the unknown destination. They were waiting patiently for the order to move when the Guardians themselves arrived on the walls of the city. Terrador stepped forward and was about to address the troops, when several gasps were heard. Behind Terrador, a beam of purple was shooting into the night sky, from the direction of the Well of Souls.
"May the ancestors help us," Terrador whispered to himself. When the troops finally settled down, he began.
"Dragon Guard we have had word of terrible happenings this night. We do not fully know the situation ourselves, but whatever should happen we will defend this city." Many of the guard nodded their heads or saluted. He then walked back over to Volteer and Cyril
Terrador then turned to his fellow Guardians, "I feel a storm approaching." As if to answer him the rumblings of thunder were heard in the distance.
"Pray to the Ancestors that we can shelter through it." Volteer responded. Cyril gave only a simple nod of the head.
The last of the preperations were completed in a few minutes, and Terrador was about to give the order to move out.
Then, from the lookout tower came a yell, "Sir, dragon, approaching from the South West." Even in the dim light of the night, they were able to spot a dragon in the distance. He was flying unnaturally fast towards the city, even though he seemed to be carrying something. When he had reached hailing distance, Terrador yelled, "Who are you, and state your business." He simply continued to fly towards the city without even so much as a nod of response. After about another minute, it was evident who it was, Spyro, with Cynder unconscious on his back.
"Permit him entry!" Terrador yelled. Then, Spyro soared over the battlements and landed in a courtyard. Then, a voice, distinctly different from Spyro's emanated from his direction. "I wish an audience with the Guardians; tell them to meet me in the Headmaster's office in three minutes." One of the guards that had rushed over to Spyro went to relay the message, every word of it sending a chill down his spine. The voice was so cold, so bone chillingly cold, it felt as if death itself was bearing down on him. He turned around to get a look at Spyro, but he was gone, however Cynder's body remained. He ordered one the Dragon Guard to tend to her and bring her to the infirmary. The guard picked her up and begun to transport her to the infirmary, she was whispering in her sleep, "Spyro… Spyro…Spyro…"
When the Guardians received the message, they promptly made their way to the Headmaster's office. "Maybe, Spyro can tell us what this is all about," Volteer said to his fellow Guardians.
"I don't know, Volteer I have a bad feeling about this." Cyril responded. Then, the Guardians made their way to the academy.
When they reached the door, they flung it open to see the new Spyro sitting on his haunches in the middle of the room.
Then Spyro's new voice rang out, "Finally, you Guardians were always so damn slow." The Guardians were stunned at this; here was the kind friendly young dragon that they had come to know as a brother and a friend was insulting them.
"What is going on here, Spyro?" Volteer questioned.
"Well yes, I suppose I should get to it then." He responded. The stripe of flames that went along his new body began to dance flickering like flame itself; it looked like his whole body was on burning with black flames. Then it spread to the floor, however for some reason it was not charred. It formed a ring about Spyro, then began to ascend and formed a bubble about the dragon. The Guardians were dumbstruck at what was happening in front of them. When the bubble dispersed they saw a black dragon, with a helm, standing before them. Then with his distorted voice he spoke, "I Spyro, the new Dark Master, declare war on the Dragon Realms and Warfang, will you resist?"
The Guardians were at a loss of words. They were in utter shock from what they just heard. The very dragon who had killed Malefor had become him. Then a familiar buzzing sound signaled the arrival of a yellow dragonfly. Sparx began, "Whoa, who the hell is this guy, and who the does he think he is?"
"Hehehe, I am your brother…Sparx." Spyro spat the last word with disgust. Sparx couldn't believe what he had just heard. This dragon was the scariest thing he had ever seen in his life, and he had seen many scary things in his life.
Terrador finally, recovering from his state of shock, "We-we will resist you, Spyro." Not being able to believe what he was saying.
"Excellent," he responded. Then continued, "It would be boring without someone, to kill." Then, Spyro began to charge a convexity shot, the Guardians dove for cover out the door along with Sparx. However, it was not directed at them, but was instead launched at the ceiling. A gaping hole was blown out, which Spyro promptly flew out of. He called back, "The city will be attacked soon, you might want to prepare, or you will be, slaughtered," he said as his voice trailed off into the night.
The guards along the wall saw an explosion come from the academy, followed by a jet of purple light shooting out into the sky. Then, a black dragon arose from the area of the explosion and began to fly towards the walls of the city.
"Orders sir?" One of the Dragon Guard asked a captain. By the time he gave the response, the dragon was right above their heads. The glint of metal could be seen around his head, but his face was undistinguishable. "Have a squad pursue him. Detain him if you can." A flock of five dragons immediately took off and began to fly after the fleeing black one. After a minute of flight, the pursuers were quite a distance away from the walls, but still visible, the black dragon stopped and turned around. The six dragons were hovering in a stare down a few meters away from each other five on one side only 1 on the other. The yellow eyes of the unknown dragon visible through his helm. Then, the leader of the Guard finally grew the courage, "You are under arrest. Do not move." With those words, it began to rain, lighting flashed overhead, followed by the crack of thunder.
Then, he spoke the Guards flinching at the sound of his voice, "You are foolish if you think you can arrest me."
"Get him," the captain ordered.
Just as the five dragons started to fly towards the black one, a beam of purple shot from his mouth, incinerating them instantly. The horror could be seen from the walls, many of the Guards saw their friends and comrades be utterly destroyed by this monster. Many of them began to take off to continue the pursuit enraged at this newcomer, but the captain stopped them, "Let him go, we are no match for him."
"But sir, he just killed five of our comrades. How can you let this go unpunished?"
"What? So I can see more of my men get killed? You will stay at your post. That is an order."
"Yes sir," they responded.
Meanwhile back at the temple.
The Guardians began to recover from the shock. "Sparx we must have your word. NOT a word of this must leave the room about who he is. If the city is told, the drop in morale of the troops could be catastrophic. We must pray that no one recognizes him in his current state."
"I-I understand," Sparx replied sobbing. He had just watched his closest friend and foster brother, threaten him and everyone around them with death. "Why? Why did he do this? What made him turn in-into that thing, I just saw?" He asked the guardians.
"We don't fully know ourselves." Cyril told him.
"We will have to come up with a deception for Spyro's absence." Volteer declared.
The pain in Terrador's voice was clearly evident as he spoke. "That is not too hard we will just say he is out on a mission of ours, but anybody who knows the identity, of the new Dark Master will have to be kept quiet or panic will result. We should also prepare for a siege."
"Why? It's not like he has an army or something? If we have the three of you, Cynder and maybe a few more dragons we could probably win… right?" Sparx said.
"I don't think he would have been that confident and bold, if he didn't have something planned," replied Volteer.
"I will go warn the Dragon Guard and the moles, too-too prepare for another siege." Cyril stuttered and then left.
"The Cheetahs should be here soon. I'm sure Prowlus and Hunter will want to know what is going on, I will go wait for them." Volteer said.
"So where has Cynder been in all of this?" Sparx questioned.
"That is a very good question," Terrador said, "You might want to check the infirmary. Spyro was carrying her on his back when he arrived. I will accompany you we need more information before we proceed."
When Sparx and Terrador reached the infirmary, they were immediately met by the attendant mole.
"Was Cynder brought here?" Sparx questioned her.
"Why, yes, she arrived just few minutes ago. She remains unconscious though, would you like to go in and see her?"
Terrador's deep voice echoed around the chamber, "Yes."
"Right this way please," the mole responded. She then led them to the non-critical patient's hall. They were led down the hall, and the mole showed them the Cynder's room. "Here you are, Master Terrador."
Terrador opened the door, to see Cynder lying on the bed. Then, closed it behind him and made sure the mole left by listening for her footsteps. Cynder was whispering something inaudible. Sparx flew up to her nightstand; he could hear her sleep talking now.
She was half sobbing the words, "Spyro… Spyro…Spyro don't leave me."
"It's best you just let her be Sparx," Terrador told the dragonfly. "She is probably in immense emotional pain right now."
"After seeing, Spy-Spyro that way, I think I am too." Sparx replied.
"I think it's best we get some rest, I think we are going to have a difficult next few days." Terrador told the little yellow dragonfly.
So... I really don't know what to say after this chapter... It was fun writing it though. I tried to really convey how far Spyro has fallen though. Hmm... I wonder could he fall further? Or is there only room to move up? Continue reading to find out.
