Legend of Spyro: Stormfront

Chapter 14

Sorry for taking so long to get this up, and on top of that it is shorter than usual. Sorry again.

"How is he?" Cynder asked the attendant mole with a true look of concern of her face.

"Arghh!" Spyro screamed again as the poison continued to ravage his body.

"He has a strong fever, and is in a lot of pain as you can plainly see." The mole continued to swab Spyro's forehead with a cool rag. "He is in the same condition as the rest of the patients. I have never seen a poison such as this… it must have created by a master."

Spyro spoke weakly and raspy between his short breaths. "The orcs made it… under my direction. Luckily I asked how to cure it." Spyro then let out another scream of pain.

"Is there anything you can do to ease the pain?" Cynder asked imploringly.

"I have no idea what the effect of painkillers might have. They could just as easily numb him as much as kill him. I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. It seems the only course of action is to wait and let him rest quietly."

"I knew my brother went ahead and didn't something stupid… again" the voice Sparx could be heard entering the room. "Stabbing yourself with a poisoned arrow? What were you thinking?"

"You know me Sparx." Spyro said a small smile on his face.

"Quiet is going to be hard to achieve now." Cynder said giving Sparx a look of disapproval.

"Curse the bones of Malefor, you could die Spyro!" Sparx shouted at him.

"Don't use his name please." Spyro said shifting in the bed to get a better look at Sparx

"What?" Sparx responded.

"Without him I wouldn't be here, you shouldn't disrespect him." Spyro stated.

Cynder was inwardly shocked at Spyro's words. She knew the former Dark Master helped Spyro in the netherworld, but she still harbored a hatred for him.

"Well who else am I going to rag on?" Sparx stated. "I no longer make fun of Cynder because I respect her now, but Malefor bro? He was the one who was out to kill us for over three years!" Sparx continued to shout.

"He also saved my life you should be thanking him!" Spyro retorted back.

"You're defending him? Look at yourself! You've changed." And Sparx stormed out of the room.

Cynder was astonished. She knew that Spyro and Sparx had their petty differences. Their arguing had always been with a playful or joking manner. Never had she seen them actually fight before.

"I shouldn't have snapped at him like that…"

"Don't worry Spyro he will get over it in a few days." Cynder told him trying to comfort the now distraught purple dragon.

"I'm so tired of fighting… if feels like ever since I left the swamp I have done nothing but fight." Said Spyro as he picked up his paws and looked at them as if examining them.

"Would never have freed me Spyro if you hadn't left."

"I suppose your right Cyn." And he laid his head down.

"Hey you haven't screamed in pain recently…" Spyro made no response.

"Spyro?"

"Spyro?" Cynder rushed over to the bed and felt for a pulse. It was strong as ever. She felt his head for a fever. His fever had broken as well.

"He's sound asleep." Cynder stated. "Now that is the Spyro I know… I better go get Ash so we can have the antidote administered." She walked out of the room leaving Spyro alone.

Spyro opened his sheepishly, blinking one than the other. He saw a blue glow in front of him coming from a glass object. He turned to left and saw books everywhere, same on his right as well. He turned back towards the glass object; too see a large pair of blue paws in front of him. He looked up to see the dragon's face.

"Ignitus!" Spyro leapt up and gave the blue Chronicler a hug.

"There, there Spyro."

"I forgot you were alive, after last time…" Spyro said as he looked at the ground.

"Don't worry about it Spyro, although you did call me old."

"Hehe, sorry about that." Spyro responded. "So you're the Chronicler now?" Spyro asked trying to change the subject.

"Yes, and I will say that it has been a joy watching over you all, except for a few parts here and there." As Ignitus looked towards Spyro.

"You didn't summon me just to catch up did you Ignitus."

"Well mostly yes, but there are a few serious matters that we need to discuss. Come let's take a walk."

"First on the list is there are a few empty pages in your book, I would like to have them filled."

"Sure which part is empty?" Spyro asked they entered a room that was solely devoted to books. These books were of unimaginable age; their spines falling apart, several pages littered the floor where they had fallen out. Most of the color had faded to a dingy brown, and it looked as if you simply touched them they would crumble to dust.

"Well after you died, and before you came back, there is nothing, I could not see where you were or what you did. I asked you here so you could give me an account of what happened." They entered another room, this time the books looked fresh and new, as if they were printed yesterday.

Suddenly a book, with a purple cover, and gold bindings hovered before Ignitus along with a quill. However, to Spyro it seemed different than last time. The purple had changed to match his scales, and there as a black line going up the spine.

"It looks different." Said Spyro.

"It did this the moment you stepped into the beam at the Well of Souls… the book follows its owner." Ignitus responded. "I had a very tough time writing a few pages in this book."

"I think I know which ones." Said Spyro as looked up at Ignitus a look of shame on his face.

"Let us not brood on the past, but look to the future." Ignitus said with a kind hearted smile to his young companion. "Now please give me your account."

Spyro told Ignitus all about his meeting with Malefor and his trial with the darkness, Ignitus furiously scribbling with a quill throughout the story.

"How much power did you acquire do you think?" Ignitus asked.

"I don't know I've never had a chance to test my limits." Spyro responded.

"I see, let's hope you won't have to anytime soon. Next question then. So you actually met him? Fascinating, I have always wondered what Malefor was like before."

"You knew he was forced into the beam against his will?" Spyro asked.

"After I became the Chronicler I did." Ignitus responded continuing their walk.

"How was he forced into the beam?" Spyro inquired, he was curious about his predecessor purple dragon. He had met him for such a brief time, yet he couldn't but help feel a connection with him. The words rang out in his head, "We have more in common than our color."

"I don't think it is my business to tell you Spyro, however, a dragoness was involved and that mongrel of an ape as well, Kane, but that is another story." They walked back into the room with the hourglass; somehow they had gone in a circle, which Spyro was confused about having seemed like they were going in one direction.

Ignitus walked up and placed his paw on the hourglass and stared into it as if searching for something.

"Now for the real business. I need you to come to the White Isles."

"Why isn't the dream enough?" Said Spyro looking up to him questioningly.

"I have seen a mere glimpse of the future, someone or something is coming to Warfang."

"What for?" Asked Spyro worried that his home might be in danger.

"I don't know yet. It is only far enough for my foresight to glimpse, not see. I'm afraid we must prepare for whatever it may be. I can't hold the dream much longer Spyro, you must go, and good recovery. Goodbye, my friend." Said the teal Chronicler looking on him with compassion.

"Goodbye, Ignitus." Spyro knew it was futile to beg for my time, Ignitus had held up the dream for as long as he could. Then Spyro's vision faded into the black of sleep.


"Spyro."

"Spyro." The purple dragon began to stir.

"Spyroooooo." He opened his eyes to a groggy black blur.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." Said Spyro, who then rolled out of the bed to fall flat on his face, bed sheets entangling him. "Ooofff!"

"Apparently you are not." Said the charming voice of Cynder, as she helped him to his feet.

"The doctor is here to check you over, too make sure you're okay before you go."

"What time is it?"

"It's morning, on a fine sunny day." Replied the small squeaky voice of the mole as he entered holding a scroll. "Let's get that checkup underway. How do you feel?"

"Fine really." Spyro responded looking over to the mole.

"Excellent, any pains?"

"Accept for my chin, no."

The mole let out a small chuckle. "Wonderful, scale color seems normal." as he checked another box with his quill. "Horns as well." He checked another box. "No cough or sniffles I trust?"

"None."

He checked another box. "Open your mouth please."

Spyro opened his mouth wide. Showing off his rows of sharp deadly teeth.

"Say ahhh please."

"Ahhhhhh." Spyro never understood why they all ways made you do that?

"Gums seem healthy, no loose teeth. Your throat is not sore correct?"

"No."

The mole responded by checking more boxes.

"I give you a clean bill of health. I am also happy to let you know that the other patients are making a remarkable recovery. Thank you for your help Master Spyro, we couldn't have done it without you." The mole said with a bow.

This was the first time anyone had not treated him like a traitor, he didn't want to mess it up. "You're welcome…" Spyro paused he had never learned the mole's name. "I don't know your name." Spyro felt embarrassed having not asked for it before.

"Rengetti, Master Spyro. You are free to leave, although I think Ash wants to speak with you before you do so."

"Thank you, Rengetti. Coming Cynder?" Said Spyro looking over to her as the mole gathered his belongings and left the room.

"Of course Spyro. I can't leave you alone for a minute or you might scare me half to death again." She said, giving Spyro a glare.

"You got it; I don't like the idea of being the infirmary some more anyways. Let's go find Ash." With that Spyro and Cynder left the hospital room.

They had only managed a few steps down the hall, when someone called out to them.

"Spyro! Cynder!" As Ash rushed over to them. Nearly barreling into them.

"Thank you so much Spyro. Thanks to you all my comrades are going to be alright. I am in your debt." Said Ash truly grateful for his friends to on the mend.

"No, Ash I was the one in debt. I hope I settled it." Said Spyro looking at the ground than up to the larger dragon.

"Indeed. I have already told everyone what you have done for them, many did not believe me at first but they came around. They asked me to tell you thank you."

"Tell them they are welcome Ash, it means a lot."

"Don't mention it. Thanks again." And he walked off, presumably to continue to watch over his friends.

"Well that was nice of him."

"Ya, it was, and now that we are alone. The Chronicler contacted me while I was out."

"What did he say?"

"Not much he wants me to come to the White Isles for something." Spyro did not want to tell Cynder the foreboding news as to not worry her.

"Usually being contacted by the Chronicler means something bad is going to happen, Spyro. He doesn't want us there for fun and games I think."

"Can't get one past you Cyn, he said something about someone coming to Warfang, however, it was too far in the future to know who or what."

Cynder sighed, "Seems like we will never have some peace will we?"

"I guess it comes with being purple."

"Wouldn't have it any other way purple boy."

"General Erwing the troops are ready, we move on your command." The great general stood their looking off into the sky from the balcony. The great orange fire dragon covered in scars from the many battles fought in the distant colonies. Known popularly as the 'fox' Erwing was one of the most respected people in all of the colonies.

"Order them to move out, we have a long trip ahead of us." He said in his gruff voice.

"Yes sir." The young aid replied then went to pass on the orders.

"Let's just hope this venture of ours goes our way." He said to himself. He had disagreed openly with Council on this plan, but they were set on their ancient ideology. "Orders are orders." He thought to himself.

Soon the army of dragons began to lurch forward taking flight for distant lands. They would fly most of the way, but they would have to land and some point. Flying in the open was an easy way to get spotted early, the plan calling for surprise. It was crucial their presence would not be known until it was too late.

The General himself soon took off wind buffeting his face, heading towards the edge of the formation. Many of the dragons saluted him as he flew past, with many giving him praise. "Good to see you, commander," here and a "Commander," there. He took his position at the head of the formation of dragons. Looking back he saw each and every dragon, including himself loaded with saddlebags to carry their armor, and supplies they would need for the arduous journey. They turned northwest, towards what had been the capital of the empire.

"That is a good spot to make camp, signal the descent." Erwing ordered. The army had been flying for most of the day and the sun was setting; now it was time to let them rest. It would be many more nights before they would reach their destination, and they would need the strength to fight.

The great host made an abrupt turn and landed in the glade that Erwing had spotted, each dragon touching down in precise trained formation. These were no green soldiers, but the best the colonies could offer from all twelve cities. The might of the colonies was arrayed at a single target, the capital, or what was left of it. No one knew what happened after the purple dragon fell, no one knew how he had been disposed. Malefor was well known throughout the colonies for what he had done to them. The colonies of the empire falling one by one, his armies laying waste to each and every city, razing them to the ground without so much as an afterthought. Every one of them guaranteed protection by the capital city and its grand army, but when they fell under attack no help came from the capital. The Imperial Council having decided to have the army stay and protect themselves, leaving the colonies on their own against that beast. The casualties were enormous, but after several generations the survivors gathered and rebuilt. The last year had seen the fastest and best growth, no more apes or orc lingered in their lands, as if suddenly they disappeared. No one believed it at first, but the news finally reached the colonies via a distant tradesman. That Malefor had fallen; the world was free of his reign of terror and that the capital was weak after the War with Malefor. Now the army of the colonies would have its revenge on the capital city of Warfang.

Hope you liked it. More will be explained in the following chapters. Now did anybody see what I did with the general? He is named after someone can anybody guess who?