Legend of Spyro: Stormfront

Chapter 7

The Guards of Warfang spent the night on the walls in the dreary rain. The morning brought no relief. The rising of the sun only revealed the clouds overhead as they dumped moisture on the already soaked city. The Cheetahs arrived a little while after the sunrise.

"Get the other Guardians the Cheetahs have arrived." Volteer ordered.

One of the guards immediately took flight for the Guardians residence at the top of Warfang. He flew over the Academy seeing the large gaping hole that was blasted out of it the night before. So far, the Guardians only told the guard that an evil dragon had done it. Many of the guards grew a little suspicious however, speculation was rank among them. Several, had said it was a student who lost it. One of them had the audacity to suspect Master Spyro as the culprit who had killed their comrades last night, he was soundly rebuked.

"Master Spyro saved us all, how could he do that? You need to think about what you say, Argon." The captain rebuked him.

"I was just thinking out loud sir." Argon responded.

"Well keep your thinking inside your head," the Captain told him.

When he reached the Guardians abode near the top of the city, he rapped upon the door.

"Yes," Cyril answered the door.

"The Cheetahs have arrived, Master Cyril. They are approaching the battlements, sir."

"Good," he replied. "Terrador, the Cheetahs are here." Cyril yelled into the confines of the house.

"Excellent," he heard a reply from inside.

Then the guard spoke, "Sir, if I may ask, don't you think we can handle one dragon, we don't need the Cheetahs here."

"We will need their assistance when the time comes; we face a danger greater than you know. Now go back to your post, you have accomplished your mission."

"Yes, Master Cyril." He bowed, turned around, and took off, heading for the walls.

Then, Terrador emerged, "Alright let's go." They went out the door, and took flight for the edge of the great city.

Upon reaching the battlements the gates were just opening to admit the Cheetahs. Prowlus and Hunter were the first to enter. There were around three-hundred of the warrior Cheetahs following them.

"So what is all this about Terrador? We better have not marched through the rain for nothing. The city does not look like it is endangered to me." Prowlus questioned, then shook his wet fur.

"Come with me my friends alone, we have many things to discuss." Terrador replied. "We have turned one of the rooms in our home to a War Room we will discuss this there."

"Where are Spyro and Cynder, I wish to meet with my old friends again," Hunter asked.

Terrador let loose an exasperated sigh. "We will discuss that when we reach a more secure location." Then, Terrador led the way with the other Guardians and the Cheetahs just behind.

Once they were in the confines of the Guardians home. They passed several rooms, then went passed by each of the individual Guardians living quarters. They opened a door to what looked like what might have been a living room. However, there were charts scattered across the tables, orders about the city to prepare for an attack each stamped with one of the Guardians paws. Letters of requisition of weapons for the moles, and orders to mobilize reserve forces, were everywhere.

"We have mobilized everything for this one. Over ten-thousand moles and two-thousand dragons are ready to repel the incoming invader." Terrador told the Cheetahs.

The Cheetahs were in shock, "Why so many Terrador? The city doesn't look like it is under threat." Hunter replied.

"I'm afraid there has been a development." Volteer told the pair of Cheetahs. "A new Dark Master has arisen."

The Cheetahs mouths hung open… "But he was destroyed. He is dead," Hunter told the Guardians.

"Volteer is telling the truth, however it is not Malefor whom we speak of." Cyril told them.

"You mean another of your race has lost it?" Prowlus yelled at the three.

"Prowlus now is not the time for this; we need to stand united against this new threat." Hunter told the Chief. "Who is this new Dark Master? Surely, he is not as powerful as the old one?" Hunter asked.

"I'm afraid the opposite is true, this one is young, Malefor was millennia in age, in dragon terms he was an old hag. He hid it well yes, but he is probably nothing compared to the new one." Volteer told Hunter and Prowlus.

"But who is it damn it?" Prowlus asked beginning to lose his temper again.

"Only a Purple dragon can become the Dark Master…" Cyril trailed off.

"You mean…Spy-Spyro?" Hunter asked with complete shock on his face.

"I'm afraid you are correct Hunter." Terrador told him.

"How did this happen? Spyro was the kindest and most caring dragon I knew." Hunter said astounded.

"That doesn't really matter right now; right now we need to come up with a plan to defeat him." Terrador told them.

"He told us; himself he would siege the city. The question is with what? The Dark Army hasn't been seen since the fall of Malefor, and I doubt the apes would trust him, after what Malefor did to them. We just have no idea what we are up against." Terrador said.

"Do you know where he is maybe can kill him? Prowlus asked. "We need to find him before he raises an army against us."

"This is Spyro we are talking about we can't just kill him," Hunter implored.

"I'm afraid that is probably the most likely outcome, Hunter. His old personality is gone, consumed by what he has become. As for the latter, the Dragon Guard attempted to track him last night, but he obliterated an entire squad with one attack. They didn't stand a chance, may their spirits rest with the Ancestors." Cyril told the group.

"So we don't know where he is, what he is doing, or how to stop him." Prowlus stated furiously. Then a fast hard knock came from the direction of the door.

"Who could it be, we gave strict orders for no interruptions." Cyril stated as he got off his haunches and walked towards the front of the house.

Meanwhile, Cynder was beginning to regain consciousness.

She began to open her eyes; she saw the white marble ceiling of the infirmary. She rubbed her aching head, she had a terrible headache. Then, she remembered what happened the night before.

"SPYRO!" and launched herself, off the bed. She burst from the private room and ran down the hallway as fast as her paws could carry her. She blew past the attendant of duty, not heeding a word he said. When she reached the outside and immediately took flight for the Guardians house. Then she noticed something odd, "It looks like they are preparing for another siege, but from whom, and why is there a large hole in the ceiling of the Academy?" She then began to scan the streets in hopes of catching a glimpse of purple, all the while telling herself that Spyro was fine.

She reached the Guardians house, and knocked hard on the door. A few moments later the light blue Ice guardian answered the door. "Why Cynder it's good to see you awake, right this way."

She immediately responded, "Where is Spyro!" A slight flinch emanated from the Guardians face.

"We will talk about it inside, away from prying ears." He responded.

Upon reaching the war room, Hunter immediately stated, "Thank the Ancestors at least one of you is okay!"

"Who is the other one?" Cynder asked him.

Volteer quickly replied, "I'm afraid she hasn't been told yet, she has been out cold… since the incident."

"What happened? Tell me already!" Cynder said beginning to lose her temper.

"Do you remember what happened last night Cynder?" Terrador asked.

"Of course I do, Spyro went to the Well of Souls, and I attempted to stop but I was too late. As soon as I reached the chamber he put his paw in the beam. What happened to him, is he okay!"

"I'm afraid it is much worse Cynder…We don't know how to tell you this." Terrador told her. "Spyro is gone."

The look of horror on her face was immense, her lip quivered, "He-he's dead?" Tears began to flow down her face.

"No, much worse." Cyril stated.

With a pained voice Terrador stated, "He-he declared himself the new Dark Master." A distant crack of thunder echoed through the sky, soon followed by Cynder's tear drops hitting the floor.

"It's all my fault, all my fault; I pushed him away when he needed me." Then Cynder began to sob loudly.

"Cynder, we will do whatever we can to bring him back." Hunter told her.

"Yes we will do whatever has to get him back, but the last option must be open. If he cannot free himself, we will have to put an end to his reign of terror before it begins." Terrador said.

"You-you mean kill him." Cynder stated still sobbing profusely.

"Yes, if he cannot be returned to his former self, then we must put an end to it before it begins." Terrador continued.

Flame was walking with Flare, along one of the many streets of Warfang. It had been raining most of the day so the puddles were still very large, and the sky had yet to clear up. It was if a thick blanket had been cast over Warfang. On a positive note however classes had been cancelled for the unforeseeable future.

He had woken up late at night, to the sound of an explosion and raced to Flare's room. She was already awake as well. They made their way to a courtyard overlooking the walls. They saw a large purple beam explode a distance out from them. Dragons were on the opposite side of that beam. When the next flash of lighting revealed the sky, the dragons were all gone.

Flame had assumed it was because of that incident last night.

Flare awoke him from his daydreaming, "What are you thinking about Flame."

"About what happened last night. It has left me with a bad feeling ever since I saw what happened." He responded.

"You know, the Guardians are handling it right." She responded.

"Ya, I know, but haven't you noticed? The city is different today, there are troops everywhere, and it looks like the walls have been fortified. It is as if they are preparing for an attack. But who would attack us?" Flame countered.

"Who knows?" Flare responded.

"Just promise me something Flare." Flame told her.

"What Flame?" She responded.

"I have had this pit in my stomach for days now. I feel something terrible is happening. Please, whatever, you do don't get hurt. I couldn't stand to see you get hurt or worse." Flame told her.

Flare blushed, "So he does care," she thought. "I promise Flame, take care of yourself too." She responded.

Flame then looked into the distance towards what had been the Volcano of Malefor. It had been dormant, since Malefor's downfall; however Flame could see a feint glow coming from the mouth. The pit in his stomach suddenly got deeper.

Another chapter down. It was a little bit of a breather chapter, the breath before the plunge so to say. I apologize for any grammar mistakes I don't have a beta reader so I have to do all the corrections myself. There is only so much Word, and I can catch. If you are eligible and would like to be a beta reader please PM me. Please review! Marsh out.