Legend of Spyro Stormfront

Chapter 8

Quake was walking in Warfang. He could not help but notice the moles arrayed in full armor patrolling the streets for any disturbance. No matter where he looked he could see some sort of military presence. The skies were filled with the Dragon Guard, also in full armor, patrolling overhead. Quake might have not been the smartest dragon, but he was no fool either. He knew something was up; it looked like the city was ready for war. For the last two days it had been like this. He wondered if Flame had figured it out yet. Speaking of Flame he was looking for the fire dragon. He had been searching for almost an hour now and found no sign of him. He wasn't in his room, and he had checked Flare's room as well. With those to places eliminated, there had to be only one place left. The gardens near the top of the hill that Warfang rested on. He would bet ten gems that Flame and Flare would be up there relaxing.

Low and behold upon reaching the gardens Flame and Flare were talking underneath a tree.

"Hey guys what are you doing?" Quake asked.

"Oh hey Quake, we were just talking about how different the city has been lately." Flame responded.

"Ya, I have seen it too, I wonder what's up? It looks like we are at war again." Quake replied.

"Maybe it has something to do with that explosion last night, and the death of the dragons outside the city." Flare responded.

"Well, that is what I naturally thought, but what could one dragon, need a whole cities worth of troops to kill?" Quake retorted.

"Well classes have been cancelled; I bet it is because Master Spyro is after that dragon who murdered those guards." Flame said.

"Do you think we could go ask the Guardians if they need help?" Flare asked.

"Sure why not, what harm could it do?" Flame replied as he got up.

The group walked out of the gardens and began to walk towards the Guardians residence. It was a short walk the gardens being very close to the Guardians house, and they reached it in only a few minutes.

Flame went up to the door and knocked, and then waited for a reply. None came, and he promptly knocked again, still none.

"Come on, we will come back later when they are home." Flare told the group.

"Why would we do that when the door is unlocked?" Said Quake, as he pushed the door open.

"Don't you think it is unwise to break into the Guardians house?" Flare told Quake.

"Do you want to figure out what is going on or not?" Quake replied.

"Well, yes, but I'm not sure this is the best way to go about it." Flare said.

"Fine then, you can stay here, while Flame and I go see." Quake retorted. Quake then looked at Flame for support.

"Ohhh all right, I'll do it." Flame said giving Flare a shrug.

"Well if you are going, I'm going too." Flare told him.

"Come on you guys," Quake said halfway through the door. Flame and Flare quickly followed him into the Guardian's residence.

They crept into the main hall listening and looking for any trace of the Guardians. They heard voices coming from one of the halls down a corridor.

"Well we know where they are let's go see if we can hear what they are saying." Flame said.

"Alright, let's go." Quake replied.

"They tip-pawed all the way to the edge of the door." They could now here the voices easily. They could hear several voices inside the Guardians, Cynder and two they did not recognize.

First it was Terrador's voice, "I'm afraid it is much worse Cynder…We don't know how to tell you this. Spyro is gone."

"Spyro is-is dead?" Said Flare, beginning to tear up. Then, they heard Cynder, "He-he's dead?"

Then what sounded like Cyril answered her. "No, much worse."

What sounded like Terrador continued, "He-he declared himself the new Dark Master."

Then it sounded as if Cynder was crying the words.

"It's all my fault, all my fault; I pushed him away when he needed me."

"Cynder, we will do whatever we can to bring him back." One of the unknown voices responded.

"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 said through her sobs.

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

"I-I can't listen anymore," Flare said.

"What was that?" Volteer said.

"What?" Another of the unknown voices asked.

"I thought I heard someone outside the door." Volteer continued.

"Shit!" Quake thought. "They heard us." He began to look frantically for a place to hide, but it was a hallway and the other doors were too far away to get too in time. Flame and Flare were doing the same thing as he was, but it was too late the door handle turned. To reveal Terrador's head sticking out. He immediately caught sight of the trio, and gave them a glare.

"Get in here this instant!" Terrador yelled at them. Quake looked to turn and run, but Flame grabbed him before he could get moving, and just shook his head. Then, he stepped forward and with his head hung low.

"Come on guys we're caught, let's not incur their wrath further." Flame told them.

Flare and Quake gulped, and then they both stepped forward into the room. The Guardians, Cynder and two Cheetahs were arranged throughout the room. Cynder was still crying.

"Eavesdropping on the Guardians!" Terrador continued to scold them. "You're lucky we are very busy or I would deal out your punishment myself." The three flinched visibly.

"Calm down Terrador, it isn't the end of the world." Volteer told him. "How much did you hear, young dragons?" Volteer questioned.

"Enough." Flame, Quake and Flare responded at the same time. "So is it t-true," Flare asked. "Has Master Spyro, really gone evil?"

"I'm afraid so," Cyril told them.

"Well then we want to fight! We were trained by Spyro himself we are the best chance you have against him." Quake told everyone.

"That is out of the question." Terrador responded.

"They do make a valid point, Terrador." Volteer responded. "They may know his fighting style and tactics enough to be of some use."

"They are too young to be in war!" Terrador responded.

Cynder stepped in, "Terrador let them fight. I was younger than them when, we fought against Malefor."

Terrador sighed; he had no choice but to admit defeat. "Alright, fine, but only under one condition. You will promise not to spread a WORD of what has been told here today. Anything said in this room will never leave it understood?"

"Yes, Master Terrador," the three responded. Now go get some rest, you will need it if you are to participate in this ordeal.

"Yes sir," the trio responded, and left through the doors.

"Cynder you better get some rest to we will need your strength for this." Cyril told her.

"I understand," she responded and left as well.

"Now back to business." Prowlus stated.

Flame, Flare and Quake were walking back to the Academy to their dorms, when a voice called out from behind them.

"Hey guys wait up." It was Cynder.

"Hi Cynder," Flare responded.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you're doing. It is what he would have wanted." Cynder told the group.

"We will get him back Cynder, we will get him back. His old self back that is." Quake told her.

"Thank you, Quake it means a lot." Cynder told him.

"You are welcome." He responded.

Then Flare piped up, "Cynder I know these are probably very hard times for you, but I hope you will consider us friends. We want to help you."

"Thank you so much!" Then she embraced all three in a short hug. "You don't know how much this means to me."

Meanwhile, a certain dragon was on his way back to Warfang. He would be their tomorrow morning, and with him he brought no good intentions.

Bit of a short chapter here, sorry for that. The next chapter is longer I promise. Please review. Marsh out.