Legend of Spyro: Stormfront
Chapter 9
Sorry this took so long. I have been really busy with college and class registration, and I got another author to preview this one so I could make sure that it was as good as possible. Enjoy.
The Guardians' preparations for the city were complete. The city was completely ready for whatever the Dark Master would throw at them. The public had been notified that an enemy attack was inevitable. The civilian population of the great city was ready to be stowed away in the deep undergrounds of Warfang. Now there was nothing left but to wait, and they didn't have to wait for long.
"It's all ready, Terrador; the whole city is ready for battle. I'm confident we can handle whatever is thrown at us," Cyril told him.
"Let us hope that, my friend," Terrador responded.
Volteer walked into the war room, "The scouts report nothing in the surrounding country side; it appears as if all is well."
"I wonder what he is waiting for…" Terrador said, "He has given us plenty of time to prepare and arm ourselves."
"He is probably getting used to his new powers; making sure everything is ready for his strike," Volteer stated in his usual quick tongue.
"You are probably correct, Volteer," Terrador stated, "After what he did to those guards, there is no telling what he is capable of."
Then, an alarm bell began to ring in the distance.
"That is the signal. He is coming." Terrador said, "To the walls, my friends."
They made their way outside so they could make the quick flight to the walls. As they flew over, they saw the civilians of the city begin to move towards the shelters. At least they would be safe there away from the fighting. It was again a dark and gloomy day, the clouds continuing to blot out the sun. They saw no great army approaching the walls. There were no siege engines, or the clanking of the weapons of war, only a lone figure in the distance.
They alighted on the walls along with the rest of the moles and cheetahs lined up in ranks along the entire wall. The dragons were patrolling the skies overhead, ready for anything. They saw what had been Spyro, but in his new form, helm and all, glaring at the city a few hundred yards out. Cynder, Flame, Flare, and Quake were on top of the walls along with the soldiers, staring out at the distant figure.
Then, all of a sudden, in a puff of black smoke he was gone.
"Wh-Where did he go!" Cyril yelled.
"Behind you, fools."
The Guardians, along with the troops, whipped around to see the Dark Master behind them. The moles lowered their weapons at him, ready to strike if given the order.
"I give you one last chance to surrender the city to me. Surrender and you might live, fight and you WILL die."
Cynder wanted to cry her heart out right there, but breaking down in front of the soldiers might demoralize them, so she kept her emotions in check.
"We told you all ready, we will fight you," Terrador stated.
"You have chosen death, then." With that statement and another puff of black smoke, he was gone. They turned around to see Spyro back in his former position outside the walls.
One of the soldiers grew overconfident, "Hah, we have victory! There is no way we can lose to a single dragon!" How wrong he was.
Spyro then stood up on his hind legs, his front paws glowing with purple energy. It was time to summon his army. He came down and slammed his paws into the ground. An unnatural ripple went along the ground for as far as the eye could see. Thousands of arms burst from the ground– arms of grublins, orcs, and trolls, soon followed by the heads of wyverns. They all began to crawl out of the ground.
Siege engines soon followed, dozens of siege towers, many ladders, and a large battering ram, all appearing in a puff of black smoke. The Dark Army had returned, and it was ready to fulfil its Master's wishes.
A larger than usual orc stepped up to the Dark Master, "Your orders, Master?"
"Begin the siege. Do not stop until the city is taken." The Dark Master replied.
"Yes, my lord. Catapults begin your barrage!" He ordered.
"Th-that was unexpected…" Volteer stammered.
"There must over fifty-thousand! How could he have summoned so much?" Cyril said in shock.
"It doesn't matter; we will fight all the same. No matter how many of those vile beasts he throws at us," Terrador replied.
A cry from further down the walls was heard, "Incoming artillery, take cover!"
The sound of many whooshes filled the air, as stones began to barrage the mighty city. Most flew over the soldiers' heads towards the buildings behind them. Luckily, the moment the alarm bell was rung, the civilians made for the shelters underneath the city. Little damage was done on the population if any at all, thanks to the precautionary measures of the Guardians.
The Dragon Guard swooped down onto the army sprawled out in front of them, targeting the siege engines. Many of them were quickly destroyed before the Dark Army could even react. The dragons then flew quickly back into the clouds, seeking cover from the arrows fired back at them.
The Dark Army then surged forward, the remaining siege towers in tow, followed by the battering ram.
"Cannons open fire! Target the towers!" Terrador ordered. Many blasts of the huge golden cannons were heard as they let loose their projectiles into the Dark Army. Explosions ripped apart large holes in the towers that were struck and many collapsed completely. However, a few managed to continue on, bringing their payload of evil creatures towards the walls.
Cynder, Flame, Flare, and Quake went towards the closest one, ready to repel the invaders. When the bridge of the tower came down onto the wall, it was immediately met with blasts of fire from Flame and Flare, and poison from Cynder. All the enemies inside the tower were dead before they could even touch the walls. Quake then charged up a large boulder and fired right at the tower, taking the head off of it so no more enemies could reach the top.
Cynder felt like it was old times again. Except, when she looked around, she did not see the purple dragon she was in love with. She only saw his troops trying to kill everyone she knew. At that moment she broke down. There had been so much hurt in her life time. She had to stop it before; any more people would die, especially at the hands of Spyro. She took off from the battlements, heading directly toward the middle of the Dark Army.
"Cynder! Where are you going?" Flame yelled.
"I must put a stop to this before he kills anyone!" She yelled back.
Then a black dragon rose from the city, as if to challenge the other. The Dark Master yelled an order, as he took off to confront the female dragon, "Stay away! This battle is between us alone, anybody who interferes will be punished on the pain of death."
"Yes, Master," several of the surrounding troops barked back.
As the combatants came closer, Spyro identified the female as Cynder. She had tears running down her face.
"How could you? I trusted you!" she yelled as she descended to the ground.
"This has been my destiny from the beginning," Spyro replied.
"No it has not! Come back to us! Your friends are here for you," said Cynder.
"What friends, my dear? The same friends who would kill me? You will die along with them, Cynder," said Spyro.
"You know I will not fight you," replied Cynder as she lowered her head until she was looking at the ground, tears falling from her face.
"That makes it that much easier," Spyro laughed, as he walked up to Cynder. Cynder looked into those yellow eyes. They were once full of compassion and kindness; now filled malice and hatred.
"Die, Cynder." He put his tail spike up to her neck, preparing to end it with one swift, merciless stroke.
However an arrow struck Spyro's tail spike, knocking it away before he could impale Cynder. Cynder jumped back a few feet, and turned to see Hunter give her a salute from the walls. She gave him a nod in return.
"I see you were willing to kill even me, the dragon who loves you. It seems I cannot rescue you, Spyro. I will fight you until I die." Cynder stated boldly.
Then three dragons landed next to Cynder. The Guardians.
"We will fight you as well," Terrador stated.
Three more dragons then landed, bringing the total to seven on one.
"As are we," Flame stated.
"And so am I," a voice said. Everyone except Spyro looked around for the source of the voice.
"Come on, old dragon, go ahead and show yourself already! I knew you would come." Spyro stated. A teal dragon suddenly materialized out of thin air next to the group.
"Ig-Ignitus?" Terrador questioned.
"It is I, my friend." Ignitus responded, "I have come to help you against this threat to the world."
"This is precious. My former love, my students, and my teachers have come to kill me. Go ahead and try." Spyro stated.
"We will do more than try Spyro, I promise you." Quake stated.
"I see you are determined, let's see if you can make good…"Spyro began, before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke."…On that promise." He finished his sentence next to Quake's ear.
Quake immediately lashed out at Spyro, only to see another poof of smoke, signalling he was gone. Spyro reappeared a few meters behind them, already charging a burst of convexity aimed at Ignitus. A powerful purple beam then shot straight at Chronicler. A blue shield sprung up in front of him, which deflected the blast up into the sky.
"So you can fight. I was beginning to think that you had grown too old." Spyro said menacingly.
"I am sorry, Spyro; I failed you. One day I hope you can forgive me," Ignitus replied with a look of sorrow and guilt.
"The old me would have been touched by your words, Ignitus. Too bad for you, I'm not the old me."
Then Spyro disappeared again in another puff of black smoke.
"Above you!" He yelled, just before doing a somersault and slicing a gash along the side of the Chronicler. Terrador jumped in to assist his friend, sending a pillar of earth up from the ground, attempting to strike Spyro in the underbelly. However, he just disappeared again, this time appearing underneath Terrador.
"To slow!" He blasted Terrador with a bolt of lightning right into his chest. Terrador collapsed and would have crushed Spyro had he not disappeared again.
"How are we supposed to hit him if he keeps doing that?" Flame yelled.
"You don't," came a response from directly behind him. Flame he felt his legs swept out from underneath him by Spyro's tail.
"Face it, you can't beat me," Spyro said, before delivering a punch to Flame's gut. Another purple beam shot and hit Spyro square across his flank, and knocked him a few feet away from Flame. However, it did no visible damage to his black hide.
"Nice shot, Cyn, can you do it again?"
"Don't you dare call me that! You are NOT Spyro!" Cynder retorted, before firing another shot of convexity at him.
Spyro easily dodged it, "But I am, my dear, I am."
No matter what attacks the eight of them threw at Spyro, nothing worked. It was hard enough just hitting him, but when they did it didn't do anything.
Flare was attempting to hit Spyro with some fireballs. One of them managed to hit him. The ball of flame struck the black dragons scales exploding in a cloud of smoke and debris. When it cleared Spyro was completely unaffected.
Spyro then disappeared and reappeared next to her, striking her across the face, and then sent a pillar of earth into her gut knocking her over. "Idiot."
"Get away from her!" Flame called before launching a jet of fire at him that turned into the head of a dragon.
"Pathetic," Spyro stated, and launched a beam of convexity straight through Flame's attack. Flame barely had time to dodge.
"I grow bored of this. You are of no match." He then disappeared, and reappeared aligning the eight fighters with Warfang.
"Now I have a moral question for you. Will you save yourselves, or Warfang?" He then opened his maw and took a stance that braced him for recoil. A large ball of convexity began to form at the within his jaws, and expanded. It was pulsing with the purple energy of convexity. Small arcs of purple lighting arcing into the air around it.
"He is going to destroy Warfang!" Volteer cried. "That much power! How are we going to stop that?"
Ignitus called, "If we combine all of our breaths together it might be enough!"
He then promptly let loose a beam of teal blue energy at Spyro, who immediately let loose his convexity. The beam was several times wider than Ignitus's blue beam. The two forces collided midway between the dragons. Ignitus's beam was clearly losing, and it was being pushed back towards him.
A purple beam from Cynder soon joined with Ignitus's, followed by electricity from Volteer, fire from Flame and Flare, ice from Cyril, and earth from Quake and Terrador. The converting attacks managed to halt Spyro's; however it wasn't enough to push it back towards him. The groups' attack quickly began to weaken as they got tired; Spyro's seeming to only grow stronger. It began to be pushed back towards the team again.
Suddenly Cynder heard a friendly voice in her head, "I can only give you a moment, Cyn, make it count! I love you!"
Suddenly Spyro's beam cut off and his scales flashed from black to royal purple. With nothing to stop the combined attack of the Guardians, the Chronicler, Cynder and Spyro's students, it charged on for the purple dragon. His scales flashed back to the black of the Dark Master.
"NOOOO!" He screamed as the attack of five different elements struck him, resulting in a huge explosion.
When the dust cleared, Cynder screamed, "SPYRO!" before racing towards the crater where the attack had exploded. She reached the edge to see Spyro laying in the crater, unmoving, his scales still black. She raced down the lip of the crater, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Don't be dead! Don't be dead!" She screamed, as she raced up towards him. She reached out and touched the helm of metal that was on his head. When she touched it, it disappeared with another poof of black smoke. Spyro's scales went back to their normal royal purple.
The sun broke out from behind the clouds, bringing its light upon the crater. Cynder nuzzled his head and felt for a pulse, but there was none. By now the others had reached the edge of the crater, with bowed heads.
"Don't leave me, Spyro, I need you!" Cynder cried, as tears poured down her face once more, as her heart shattered into a million pieces. The group joined her in her mourning for their lost friend.
"Even now, he saves us," Ignitus stated. "He knew he could take control only once, and he waited for the best chance of stopping himself to do so, and he took it. I am sorry but I must go, the temple cannot be without me for much longer. Farewell, my friends." Then he faded away as if he was never there.
Cynder continued to weep over Spyro's limp body.
"Cynder, we will give him a full burial, in honours. No one will ever no what happened to him. He will remain untarnished in the eyes of the people." Terrador stated, on the verge of tears as well.
"May the ancestors watch over his spirit," Volteer stated.
"And guide him to the halls of his forefathers," Cyril said through his tears.
Spyro opened his eyes to see white clouds everywhere.
"Hello, young dragon," A voice from behind him said.
He turned around and was startled to see a large purple dragon behind him, who spoke, "Been following in my footsteps, young dragon? Come with me, we have several things to discuss."
Part 1 Finished. Part 2 of the story will be uploaded soon.
