~~Serious Temple Cleaning~~

Spyro and his daughter, holding tails, believing their work is done, are on their way back to the surface. It was humane of Spyro to release Vaulta. He cleansed his soul. He sent him to the troll afterlife clean. And he struck a blow to Enola's kingdom to boot. But It's time for him and his daughter to return and take command of the worriers.

Before long, they were in the very room where they has dispatched the conscripts on their way in...Where were the corpses? and the conscripts guns they dropped.

Dara laid her head on her father's neck "That was so kind of you, daddy. You sent him to a better place."

Spyro smiled, complimented, and playfully licked her away, gaining a giggle off her as she did so.

He turned head and eyed the genuine cutlass tied on his being "I don't know if we will ever find his son though. We don't know what he looks like or how old he is, much less where he is..."

The room began to slightly quake and the hissy, rotten voice of the Alligatoress came to life. The room glowed a faint blue with every word she spouted. "Oh, but I do," she cackled.

Dara quivered and Spyro felt his guts would burn.

"Daddy, that's the Alligatoress! She haunts this temple, as she's done for a millenia."

Spyro turned his fear into anger "Where is Gavrin?!" he shouted, his voice echoing.

"Why...I have him, his hairy pet, and his raggedy, old guardian in my throne-room. My maggoty queen's men will deal with them sooner or later."

"You heartless cow!" Dara screamed with tears in her eyes.

Anglantine only cackled in response. "As will be their fate, so is the fate of all who dares delve into the tomb of me, Anglantine, the Alligatoress. But being the Purple Dragon, Spyro...maybe you and your piss-pants little daughter here might be able to change their fate and your own...And Vaulta? His soul still lingers within my tomb! HWAAHAHAHAHA!"

While Anglantine still cackled, Spyro shouted over her, "Even for a troll, you're a tyrant, you heartless, soulless old hag. We're coming for you!" he threatened.

"Ah dinner and a dragon vs. zombie fight. I love dinner theater. Bring it on!"

Spyro was still growling as the blueness in the room faded and her voice vanished. But hsi daughter was shaking and chattering her teeth, more than usual.

"Daddy...you're nuts. You just challenged the Alligatoress, the fallen, the slaver of souls."

"Relax, Dara. We're talking, 'An ancient troll hag vs. the Purple Dragon.' How bad could it be?"

"But, daddy, she's-"

"Shh. Listen," he cut her off at the sound of a faint voice, that of an adolescent troll, but generic.

"Thank...you...Spyro. Thank you," the voices last words echoed five times.

"It's General Vaulta. He really is trapped here," Dara whimpered

With every sentence, the wind blew and a sucking noise could be heard every time he was about to speak. But it was still faint "My son...He's in jeopardy."

Dara never felt so sad in all her life. Her chin trembled and she eventually broke out in sorrow, her tears pooling on the floor.

Spyro absorbed her sadness and turned it into anger "I have had it with these troll tyrant rulers and their black magic!" He tried to speak to the ghost of General Stone-Fist, "Vaulta, keep speaking to us. We'll find you."

The ghost of Vaulta took a wheezy breath between each pause, "No...Spyro...The Alligatoress, she's...tricky. Wait...I'll come to you."

Spyro hadn't a clue where to expect him to appear from...but his daughter's eyes nearly popped clean out their sockets when she saw a golden,glowing hand, draped in a sort of wavy halo, coming out of a wall.

"Daddy," she squeaked as she nudged her father an turned him to the figure emerging from the nearby wall.

Spyro's eyes had never been wider, seen Vaulta's golden ghost standing before them. He looked exactly like his adolescent son, only in his twenties. He wore a fox fur vest and has iron chain over the rest of his body, save for his face.

"Spyro...you follow me...If you take a wrong turn, only a horde of the rotten and an afterlife of entrapment awaits you..."

"Vaulta, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," cried Dara.

"There is still hope...to free me, Dara...Because you, Spyro, used the dragon convexity on me..., I am now a clean soul...trapped, but clean."

"If you're trapped, why aren't you being controlled by Anglantine, like the others in this tomb?" Spyro asked, curious about troll's black magic.

"Becuase you cleansed me, Spyro...You cleansed me of the exact same curse that Anglantine put all her loyal under when she was queen. Thus...my soul is clean...Trapped? Yes...But clean and uncontrollable. Thank you," he bowed.

"Vaulta, you said your son was in danger," Dara reminded.

"Yes. follow me and...stay close and alert."

Vaulta eventually lead them to the very place where his young corpse still lies.

The ghost of Vaulta stood by the caved-in tunnel "Please, brake through this. It traps my son and his guardian." The ghost ran into the rocks.

Spyro used his earth flail to smashed through the rocks, braking away half a ton more with every swing.

When it was cleared, Vaulta's ghost was waiting for them "Throne room's this way. Prepare your Convexity breath, 's the only thing that can even repel Anglantine."

Page Brake

The Winking Wyvern was chock full of miscellaneous cheetahs, moles, and dragons, in fact, if there really was any more room for one more, the whole place would've imploded on itself. However, tonight was comedy night, and every able person in Warfang wasn't going to miss out on what comedy was coming up.

In the corner of the room sat Volteer, drinking his sorrows away. The grown yellow dragon had reasons, however, for doing exactly what he did; the departure his wife had went on would go for five years starting today. This behavior of his was a sign that he believed his wife would never come back. The understatement was proved to be wrong as he heard the announcer, "Fellow Warfang civilians, let us give a warm welcome to the Dragon Realm's favorite comedian, and fellow Warfang resident, Helix O'Van Sea!"

The curtains opened and a pudgy, Dark Dragon with a blood-red belly, green eyes, and white horns emerged. He also had purple tiger stripes. He stood on the circular stage, lined with torches. He began in a tone like Terador's, but a little softer and trebly.

"It's great to be back in Warfang after traveling this magical globe for five years...And every time I go to a new country like Dragon Shores or Avalar, all the locals keep saying, 'Stay away from our women!' and I'm like, 'bite me.' Then me and my sisters approach a sex shop, minding our own business and...I feel something sink its teeth into me tail-base. YOUCH! It was a cheetah!"

the crowd chuckled

The only thing I like about Dragon Shores, was the music that people liked over there. What they played in the bars and dens...like Kiss. The song Shock Me reminds me of when i was dating an Electric Dragoness." Helix's scales trembled and he moaned, "Mmmm. Man her sparks," he began to sing, "#made me overload#...all over her face."

The Inn roared with laughter, a few couched and pat out their drinks.

"You know the 'Pearl Necklace' thing where you cum on her neck? Screw that! I gave her a 'Pear Bath.' That's how much cream I unloaded upon her. And she still screamed with joy."

a roar of laughter made the Inn shake. A few felt like they would choke on laughter.

Why the hell do dragonesses get a thrill out of having some male's dick on their neck? And having cum flowing over it? I mean...I'd probably get a thrill out of having some vagina being rubbed on my bely and snout...but a dick? No way! And did I tell you I have bi-polar? Yeah. I've tried to kill myself I few times, but I think it's because my mom was drinking like a fish the day before she laid my egg...so, girls, please look after yourself during pregnancy, or brief pregnancy for dragonesses. Because my sister, Venus when she was just days away from giving birth to my half-troll nephew, Drake...took off and flew all the way from Twilight Falls to Dante's Freezer. Now he has really weird speech syndrome. 'Ooh, but yeah, but no, but yeah,' he's like every time you start a conversion with him. So take care of yourselves, girls. Else you might end up with child like me:...a dumbass."

The crowd snickered and some moles spurt their drinks out their nostrils.

"Now it's time for me to bring out the anti-ape, racist jokes...This brigade of apes is going through the ancient grove, searching for an Earth Dragon's temple. And on the way there, they see a sing that says, 'Earth Dragon Temple: Left.' So they turned around and went home."

The Inn vibrated in laughter and a cheetah spat out his beer through his snout. Ouch!

"An ape, a cheetah and Skabb The Big Dumb Pirate, all jump off a building. Who hits the ground last?...The Ape; he has to stop and ask for directions. Now I'm gonna crack out some sexist jokes. What do you call it when a woman's paralyzed from the waist down? Marriage!...Why do women have pee-beards? Because crabs needs something to swing on for fun I got two more anti-Semite jokes. What's brown and hides in the attic? The diherea of Ann Franks! What do you call an honest jew? A fantasy."

All laughed. Some sprayed scotch out their noses.

"Wait wait wait! I got one more. This one's a chain joke so bare with me...What do you call nuts nuts on the wall? Walnuts. What do you call nuts on your chest? Chestnuts. What do you call nuts on your chin? A mouthful of cock!"

"Well, folks, that's all the time we have. Don't forget to catch my show in Twilight Falls this time next week."

Volteer watched as Helix went off stage, and with immediate timing, followed him backstage. The follow didn't take long, as two of Helix's Earth Dragon bodyguards took a hold of the electric guardian with swift timing.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" the first bodyguard spoke up.

"Why you ignorant! I'm here to see my brother-in-law, Helix!" Volteer answered in a quickened tone.

"Likely story," the second guard answered, "Everyone knows Helix doesn't have any married relatives!"

"Not true!" growled Volteer "His younger sister, Venus, is life-mate to a troll."

"But they aren't married by the rights of the Ancestors, therefor they aren't married."

"Please, I can explain!" Volteer managed to say.

"You can explain to the authorities," The first guard spoke up again, dragging him out onto the open stage, where a certain dragoness awaits.

"What the hell's going on here?!" the dragoness asked the guards.

"We caught him trying to sneak backstage, he says he's the brother-in-law of your brother," the guard answered almost immediately. The dragoness gasped, and noticed the way Volteer looked.

"Volty?" The dragoness asked. Volteer could only gaze up at her to see her beautiful face once again.

She had a blood-red body like a Fear Dragon's, but she was a Fire Dragon. Her belly was magenta. Her horns were painted gold and were smooth and strait facing backwards. Like Helix, she had purple tiger stripes.

"Jeenie, you came back," Volteer cried. The dragoness ordered the bodyguards off of him and began to nuzzle him affectionately.

"Oh Volteer," she began, nuzzling him as if the world depended on it, "I had the best holiday with Helix, I got to see everything!"

Volteer, happily feeling her scales next to his, could only shed tears of joy to have his wife this close to him. He looked at her in shock as he pulled away from her.

"During that time, I got you the best gift you could ever want," Jeenie said, walking towards the backstage. She came back out with Helix.

"Volteer should've held your paw. Not me. Eww," he whispered.

"What was that, Helix?" Jeenie sassed.

"Nothing, sis," Helix groaned, walking out to see Volteer smiling at him. He grinned back, as if it was his own way of saying, "Long time, no see."

"It's good to see you again Helix," Volteer smiled before averting his attention back to his wife.

Jeenie looked back at a mysterious smaller figure, but the figure turned out to be a dragoness with red scales and small yellow markings on her face. Her horns matched with that of Volteer's, as did her underbelly and wings.

"Who's this Jeenie?" Volteer asked, amused at how much this dragoness looked like him and Jeenie.

Jeenie smiled, "Volteer, this is your daughter, Autumn."

Volteer gasped in pure shock at what he immediately heard; this dragoness couldn't be his daughter...Could she?

"Mama, who's this?" Autumn managed to speak up.

"That's your fast-tounged electric father who should've helped deliver you and not your poor uncle," Helix trembled, leaving the three dragons in the tavern to laugh until their sides were sore. As the laughter ceased, Autumn shyly walked over to her father, and took in his scent, as to recognize him later on. She was, however, repulsed by his smell.

"Ewwww... Daddy smells like a wet troll after baking cakes in the hot sun!" Autumn shrieked, leaving only Helix to laugh.

Volteer glared at Helix with threatening intentions, and Helix stopped almost immediately.

"That's a problem we've faced. Apparently, she has Helix's twisted sense of humor," Jeenie sighed.

"That's fine. Besides, I haven't cleansed myself for a couple fortnights now, so I should find a bathhouse," Volteer managed to say, nuzzling with Jeenie once again.

"To tell you the truth, she's been excited about meeting her father," Jeenie admitted, nuzzling into her love for the umpteenth time within that hour.

"Has she now?" Volteer asked, looking at her going back and forth on the stage like a maniac.

"This is the best, no, extraordinary, no, magnificent, no, tremendous, no, spectacular day of my life!" she squealed aloud, leaving her parents and uncle to giggle at her choice in words.

"Well, I see she's already obtained half of that 'dictionary' of yours, Volteer," Helix laughed.

All Volteer could do was nod.

"Today would be my proudest achievement in life," Volteer beamed, "I finally realize that I have a daughter, and with the love of my life as her mother," he added as he began to nuzzle Jeenie again.

"Oh stop, you..." Jeenie blushed. Helix could see the happiness on their faces, and quietly slipped away from them.

"You two have a wonderful life! I'll drop a line somehow!" Helix echoed back to them before running out the door.

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Volteer opened the door to his room, and gave Autumn the grand tour of it, from what she could see, the room was perfect for her.

"A good room to call my own!" She shrieked and hugged her father's neck.

"What? You didn't have luxurious rooms like this?" he asked.

"I had to share a room with momma and Uncle Helix. It wasn't a pretty sight, because every night, he'd be getting laid by an electric dragoness," Autumn replied, leaving Volteer at a loss of words.

After collecting himself, he spoke to her hushingly, "As your father, I promise I will not put you through that kind of thing."

"You promise?" Autumn asked.

Volteer smiled at her before replying, "I promise." He then tucked her in and kissed her goodnight before heading back into his and Jeenie's room. He laid down on the massive bed and sighed in happiness.

Jeenie caught wind of it and asked, "Is this everything you wanted?"

Volteer looked at her and smiled, as a sign of saying, "Yes, and now everything is perfect in my world."

Jeenie smiled and nuzzled into him, relaxing herself after a long day, and a long five years of being on tour with her pestering brother and his sexist jokes.

"I'm glad I could be here with you Volty," she sighed with relief.

"And I'm glad I could have my two favorite girls home with me. I've never felt more happy, or proud, to be your husband, Jeenie," he replied, licking her neck the way she liked it. She moaned with pleasure and pecked his lips before moving away from him.

"You know, being away for five years has made me a bit...horny," Jeenie said, wagging her tail across the bed in a lustful manner.

Volteer drooled at the sight and began to notice his three foot dragon meat and dangling testicles out of his sheathe, and into the open.

"Autumn's trying to sleep, so we should keep it down some," Volteer replied, drooling at the very sight of her opera house; it was just as he remembered: Like a pink rose in bloom with a gorgeous hood. It was seasoned from having Autumn and stretched nicely. It changed shape as her tail moved. He inched closer to her and looked at her with pleading eyes.

Jeenie caught sight of his three-foot-long, six-inch-thick cock emerging from his penile hiding place and went wide-eyed. She let out a trembling seductive breath as she closed her eyes and faced forward "Release me, Volteer," she plead.

Volteer first nuzzled her steaming rosebud. It was good finally feel her hot opera house on his cheek. His scales caused her to gasp, tickling her hood and lips as it expanded even more.

"Wait, Volteer," Jeenie said in two breaths, leaving Volteer puzzled.

She turned around, faced him and crawled between his legs "I never gave you the pleasure you deserve."

Volteer spurt pre out his cock nd trembled at what she was about to do...She took half his cock inside her maw and began to suckle upon it, rubbing the bottom shaft of it with her tongue.

Volteer spread his hind legs "Ho! Jeenie!" and placed his front paws on her back. He rubbed her back as she began to buck her head against his member.

She her tongue occasionally emerged from her lips and licked his balls as she bucked. His two big seed-sacks inflated and deflated as he gasped and moaned her name.

After half an hour, he felt as if little worms were crawling under his skin and a burning feeling in his thighs and pelvis.

He raised his right hind leg "Jeenie...," His eyes were popping out of their sockets "Rosebud...I'm gonna-"

"Mmmm," Jeenie moaned with his delicacy in her maw, pleading him to cum in her mouth.

"Volteer felt as if thick cream was bursting forth from his balls and through his duct. "Ah...ah...Aaaaah!" His seed flooded Jeenies maw and burst out her lips and all over the floor. It was at least two gallons.

Jeenie moaned at the taste, finally having her male's juice in her mouth. She savored it, as he would with the juices of her opera house...but her's would probably taste better.

They removed themselves form one another. Volteer came so fierce, his member ached and he could barely walk

"I-I say, my love. That was-...," he laughed like an idiot, "shpectacular, tremendous sansa...sensation of my life."

Jeenie giggled "I knew males were grateful for blow-jobs...but I didn't know they were grateful and drunk-like."

"Why, Jeenie, we appreciate it ten times better than a female enjoys receiving head."

Jeenie smiled nd began to rotate her body around "...Speaking of which."

She giggled as she turned tail to him and raised her tail high.

After starring stupidly at her opera house..., with it's lovely folds and moving hood with fine pink scales around the edges, he shook his head and realized what she was wanting.

"Why, of course, my widdle, hot draggy." He let out a wheezy laugh as he galloped towards her like a keen stallion.

Jeenie was excited to receive his tongue.

Volteer was so excited to feast upon her opera house, he didn't stop to look where he was going and licked the pit at the top of her thigh, thinking it was the actual cunt.

"Volteer, that's my thigh-pit."

"Apologies, Jeenie."

He then went to a narrow sphincter he though was her opera house. It wasn't.

"That's my butt-hole! You idiot." he almost screamed

"Eww. Disgusting mistake!" he spat to the side three times and pulled himself together before he looked at her opera house.

This time, he kept his eyes open to see where he was going and not to lick her pit or tail-hole again.

This time, he moved his tongue slowly up and down her opera house, moving her lips slowly apart. He was relieved it was her actual opera house and licked more passionately up and down her lips.

Jeenie gasped, "Oh!" cracked her neck and swayed her tail in the air.

He took it a little further this time. He circled the moist hood of her sex. This caused her to stiffen her tail like a rod for a second, further opening up her rosebud as the skin stretched.

Vol...teer. Ah!" she yelped as she rested her tail on his back and rubbed his back.

He used his lips pull her hood up and expose her clitoris. He then suckled upon it, making her moan and her back muscles wave like the ocean.

After a few minutes sucking on her clit, he took her gigantic vaginal lips in his mouth and massaged them. He was making out with them as he would make out with her actual lips. This caused her and stomp her hind legs furiously, making her vagina change shape as she did.

Soon, Jeenie felt her uterus rumbling, her vagina burning, and her hind legs spasm. It was time

"I'm close, baby!"

To finish her off, Volteer furiously circled her hood twice.

Jeenie moaned towards the sealing and he tail stiffened as her glistening lube dripped from her fold and onto his tongue. She then let loose two big squirts down his throat, yelping as she did.

Volteer was pleased to finally taste her juices once again.

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Star, with her master and her master's guardian on her back, hovers in a gigantic, cavernous chamber within the catacombs of the haunted temple. On the ground before her, a horde of undead ancient rangers fire arrows madly at her, roaring with their dried-up voice boxes through their tattered, yellow teeth. A barrage of arrows is unleashed. She rolls and they hiss past her.

"Whoa, girl!" her master shouted.

Karl armed one of his sticky explosives and screams out, "Got a present for you, zombies!"

He then begins to drop it upon the horde. They scatter in panic, but the bang it made lit and quaked the caverns and the shock-wave threw them into the walls. They broke into limbs with one big crunch.

"Wicked," Gavrin chuckled in amazement.

"No time for laughter or triumph, kid," Karl reminded. "Remember, we're trapped in the tomb of Anglantine."

Gavrin sighed "You're right, as usual."

Karl threw one of his trusty explosives at the barricade door, on the wall before them. The door looked like that it was once accessed by a stone staircase, but it crumbled and now out of reach to those without flight.

Spyro, his daughter and Vaulta's spirit weren't far behind, in a room connected to the one they were hovering in. They heard the explosion made by Karl's bomb

"That's my son!" Vaulta gasped "He's in danger." He rushed into the chamber through an archway.

Vaulta reached out a hand in the direction of the tunnel when the explosion cleared.

"My son!" he cried out.

Star turned to the echoed voice and Gavrin froze for a second.

"Dad?" He called out

Karl nudged him, "Keep moving! It's just one of Anglantine's tricks."

He pulled on Star's reins and she squeezed through the hexagonal, stone, cold tunnel. Gavrin and Karl had to hug her so they barely fit. Their backs were scratched by the ceiling. Karl left behind one of his trusty bombs. Star exited the tunnel just in time before the explosion lit the chambers it connected and caved in.

Dara and her father shielded themselves from the debris with their wings. "Ah!" she screamed.

"No!" Vaulta's spirit cried out "He's...headed into the burial-place of Anglantine herself...He has no chance!" The spirit of Vaulta hung his head and shed tears. His son would soon be at the mercy of a fallen queen, because of him...because he chased him to Anglantine's Hand. Vaulta's chin trembled. He kicked the air in front of him and slapped his head violently "Haaarrrg! Idiot!...Some father I am!" he cried.

Dara, holding tails with her father, approached the sorrowful, deceased father. "It wasn't your fault, Vaulta. You were being used by Enola. You were a cursed puppet," she reminded with as much sincerity she could gather.

Vaulta got on his knees, "Still...I wish it was me...who had to face Anglantine...not him...he's only fifteen!"

Spyro approached him and comforted him to the best of his abilities, "We all make choices, and in the end, our choices make us."

Vaulta, however, laid there and began to cry more tears. Dara, feeling bad for him, could not help but join him in his sorrow.

Spyro sighed and looked at what the cave had done, and he knew there was only one way to get through: he would have to break his way through.

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Soon, Star, Gavrin and Karl on her double-saddle, entered what looked like a cave carved out into a throne room. Dozens of coffins lined the walls. In the distance, there was one gigantic throne made from limestone, decorated with a dragon skull. To the left and right of that throne were four smaller ones, which at one point, would have been occupied by Anglantine's Queen's men or generals.

On the throne itself, sat a female troll with wrinkly, snow-white skin. The Alligatoress.

She wore golden, chainmail around her pelvis and thighs and were her breasts once were. The rest of her dried up body was covered with a tan, skin-tight fabric. Her eyes were like pieces of tinfoil inside her sockets. On her belt were two sheathed samurai swords. As if that wasn't enough, she was nine-feet tall, three feet more than the average troll. On the thrones beside her, sat four figures who were swallowed up by black robes, cloaks and hoods. Their dead faces couldn't be seen. Their hands were but white bone. On their belts hung a jagged daggers.

Her voice was more clearly heard now that the two escapees and their dreadwing were in the same gigantic room with her, but her voice was still dried up and hissed throughout the tomb. She smiled, revealing her four missing front teeth and all her other sharps, like a snake's fangs. "Such bravery... Out of the hundreds who've stumbled in here...an old, perverted doctor, a dreadwing, and a teenager are the first ever to make it this far...If I weren't a...," she snickered, "a dried up, senile old witch...I'd let you go home and tell the tale." She began to cackle and then playfully shrugged "But..."

Gavrin, Star and Karl watched in terror as skeletal trolls emerged from the thirty coffins lining the walls. They wore heavy armor, decorated with the bones and horns of defeated dragons, and cheetah furs. They wielded two-handed axes. "My turn to shit my pants," Gavrin squeaked.

Anglantine continued. "...I'm a dried up, millenia-old witch. So you get the idea." She cackled towards the ceiling. Her sinister laugh shook the tunnel as her queen's men charged for the three.

Gavrin drew his rifle and shot the heads off three of them "No more Mr. Nice Troll," he laughed.

Some tried to attack Star from the side, but Karl blew them to bits with his shot pistol "Quick eyes for an old doctor, aye?" he laughed as he dispatched them.

Five more, with maces, charged straight for Star. Their armor was too thick for firearms to pierce. She unleashed her sonic scream and gargled as they flew through the air.

Anglantine saw her own men flying through the air and heading directly at her throne. "Oh shit!" She whispered, hurrying off they all splattered contacted her limestone chair.

Soon, all her queen's men were dead—again. She had no choice but to order her undead hooded generals on them. "I'll let my screaming generals take care of you!"

The hooded figures on the smaller thrones around Anglantine's came to life. When they rose, Gavrin and Karl clearly saw they had no legs.

"What the fuck?" cursed Karl in amazement "They got no legs. How do they—" Karl hadn't a clue what to say next.

"They're wraiths," Gavrin shouted. Cursed generals. I read all about it in the academy. Don't let them latch onto you!"

The Alligatoress drew her katana and pointed it at them "Generals, rip them apart!"

The generals glided three feet above the ground with a cloud of black smoke for legs. Star growled and screamed at them. But they barely slowed down and bounced back."Save it, girl. Leave this one to us!" Gavrin ordered, stepping in front of his dreadwing.

As they glided down towards the three, the wraiths drew their daggers. Karl drew his cutlass and struggled to repel the three blows one wraith made against him with his dagger."Quick for an old man, aren't I?!" Karl then swung and, with a decisive "ha," chopped the wraith at the waist

The whole skirt of its robe tore off, but the wraiths now-exposed pelvis was intact and it was unharmed "Mortal metal is too soft!" wheezed the banshee. The banshee swooped down on Karl and got the old troll by the neck. "Arggg!" Karl cried in pain, clawing desperately at the wraith's skeletal hands.

"Karl!" Gavrin drew his rifle and fired two shots at the wraith's head. They went through it with no effect.

Gavrin snapped her reins and she took off. After a few flaps with her powerful wings, she snatched up Karl with her talons.

"Thank you!" he cried aloud. "I was saved by a furry bitch," he sighed with his arms crossed, after his thankfulness had worn off.

Star screamed as her way of saying, 'Heh! You're welcome. Screw you.' She allowed him to climb onto her back and, when he was secure behind Gavrin, they landed in the middle of the room.

All, even Star, the brave and moody, quivered in fear as the wraiths surrounded them, each one poised to swoop down and gut the two trolls and their pet.

"Here we are," Gavrin began to chuckle. "Two shit-pants trolls facing wraiths. Heh he hehehe." Gavrins laughter soon turned into sorrow and he and Karl gripped her fur tightly, attempting to keep tears from their eyes.

Star realized she had to be the smart and brave girl, as it was clear the two troll males hadn't a clue what to do.

The wraiths formed a ring around them and finally swooped down upon them. But Star's legs were like springs and she leaped into the air and flapped vigorously. The wraiths collided with each other and screamed in agony.

Gavrin's face emerged from his cooped up, quivering state "We're Alive!" He gave Star passionate kisses on the head "Mwah. Mhah. There's Gavrin's girl."

Meanwhile, Dara and her father just arrive and watch the battle from a balcony close to the sealing of the throne room and Dara fears for Gavrin, Karl and their dreadwing.

Spyro however was shocked and mildly fearful that Gavrin and Kalr not only had guns but a well-trained, faithful and dangerous dreadwing, Star. "By our ancestors! Vaulta didn't say anything about his son having a dreadwing."

"That's not important daddy!" shrieked Dara "Do something. They're in jeopardy."

Spyro unleashed Electricity, which arched between the wraiths, causing them to scream in agony

Gavrin and Karl smiled with their mouths open in rejoice as the banshees flew around as if they were blind, whilst being shocked the death. One screamed by. Star whacked him into naught but bones and robes with her wing.

"Wow!" Gavrin shrieked, finally feeling triumphant and not scared shit-less "Electricity. That's the key."

"But where's it comin' from?" Karl question looking around from Star's backseat

Gavrin was shocked to see that his glove was lighting up and arching. He ripped it off his hand and...the rings his mother gave him were radiated with the magic of dragon, particularly electricity "What's going on with my mother's rings?!"

after killing another shocked banshee, cutting him at the waist, Karl took a closer look at Gavrin's family heirloom on his fingers, the same his mother gave him when he and Karl escaped from Valdin "No idea, but try it!" Karl suggested.

"Karl, look out!" Gavrin pointed to a wraith charging, in an attempt to lunge Karl from behind. Karl's eyes shot open and he was quick to block a slashing motion it made with its dagger.

He blocked the wraith's dagger twice "HIH! YAH!" And then kicked the lifeless wraith in the torso with a decisive "Yeah!"

the scream screamed as it flew to the other side of the room and slammed into the wall.

On the balcony, high above the battle, Dara saw this as an opportunity to unleash her Electricity upon the wraith Karl kicked away. It screamed in agony and it's skeleton beneath its robe became visible in flashes. Soon it we naught but ashes and material just like its fellow wraiths

The Alligatoress however, feared for herself, seeing her generals die at the hands of dragon's magic.

But soon her fear turned into irritation "Pfft. Those four were more use to me alive!" She spat her toxic saliva on the floor and sighed angrily "Urg. Never mind. If a queen wants a job done right, she has to do it herself."

The Alligatoress drew her two samurai swords. Her body glowed with a fiery-red halo from head to toe, as did her eyes a solid red.

She raised her two swords and growled like a crocodile, revealing her inch-long gator-like teeth, hence her name.

She, climbed to the top of her throne like an insect, leapt from it, landed with a grunt and charged for the trolls and their animal like a big cat.

"Yeah, come here, you rotten tyrant!" urged Karl

"Star," Gavrin patted Star on the neck "Blow 'er away, girl!"

Star unleashed a sonic scream, her mightiest yet. But the Alligatoress leapt out of the way and missed it by inches as she locked onto the two trolls. She grabbed them both by the necks with her long-fingered hand and pulled them off of Star's saddle.

"Arrrg!" they both screamed.

The Alligatoress jumped from Star's saddle and stomped on Gavrin's back as he tried to crawl away

"Ah!" was the noise she squeezed from him.

Karl charged for her in an attempt to free Gavrin of her mercy. "Get off him! You dried up witch!" he shouted.

He hacked at her three time, but every blow it threw bounced off her with a 'walwalwal' sort of noise. Her halo flashed brighter too. It was as if he was hitting a mass of elastic with a baseball bat.

Star tried to snatch her up with her teeth, but she screamed in pain and her teeth almost broke with the same effect as Karl got for his efforts.

Soon, the Alligatoress was ringing Gavrin's neck. He felt his vision and life fading away. In desperation he raised his magical-ringed hand "Get...off!" and punched her in the nose.

Surprisingly, the Alligatoress yelped and felt a shock through her body as she was thrown off onto her back.

Star charged strait for her, took her by the torso in her jaws and threw her against a jagged, rocky wall. She hit the wall, screaming like a bat as she did, and then collected herself in midair and landed on her feet.

She nearly tripped, as if she was drunk, before saying, "Lucky hit. But you wont have another."

Her bodily halo was restored, this time, an earthy green, and she screamed like a dreadwing as she leapt right over the three.

The two trolls stupidly followed her with their eyes as she flew overhead

Star yelped to bring the two males back into reality. Her way of saying, 'Well shoot the bitch, guys!'

The trolls took her advice and they each fired two shots. But they bounced off her halo, as if they were spitting peas at her.

Spyro and his daughter had to step in with their powers

"Dara, Electricty! All together," he ordered.

Him and his daughter charged their Electricity and locked onto the Alligatoress as she climbed up the wall like an ant.

They both unleashed their lightning bolts upon her. She screamed in agony and remained in a literally shocking state...until Gavrin and Karl fired six shots at her, shredding her left arm off and dislodging her.

She fell to their level, allowing Star to scream, slide her across the throne room and into one of the standing coffins.

The coffin was rocking back and forth. She moaned as she tried to raise her head, but she screamed when she saw it coming down and tried to crawl away.

The stone coffin crushed her being from the stomach down. "Oh!" was the last noise she made.

Her body began to slowly turn into purple sand.

Star screamed in triumph and bounced on her feet. 'Haha! I beat her with my scream,' he tried to say the dreadwing way, yelping and laughing.

"We just killed the Alligatoress!" Gavrin screamed in joy.

All hope and joy, however, was purged when the purple sand turned into smoke and the image of Anglantine's face, with her infamous teeth, growled at them.

"Oh no we didn't!" shouted Karl.

The Alligatoress's image spoke and sounded very manly for a female troll, shaking the catacombs. "Did you think ti would be so easy to kill a goddess and former ruler like myself?!" She cackled once more before saying "Think you're so smart? What you just killed was one of my carcasses. I have dozens of them."

"She's threatening us and she's a bloody undead! Let's get outa here, Gavrin," plead Karl.

"Hell yeah!" he snapped Star's reins and she took to the air, the ghost of Anglantine following.

Dara and her father trembled on the balcony "What we did was all for nothing, daddy!" she screamed.

She got an idea when she saw the trolls and their pet fleeing out of the large archway of the throne room, being chased by the ghost of Anglantine. "We have to follow them, daddy!" she plead, nudging her father.

"There's nothing we can do now, Dara. Leave them to their fate. They're just two trolls and a dreadwing."

She slapped him across the snout with her tail. "No they're not! They're peace-lovers with a faithful pet. We promised Vaulta. Remember his dying wish?"

"Fine," Spyro surrendered, gliding down from the balcony and following in the trolls footsteps "I swear, Dara, you have a soft spot for those two-legged, leathery creatures. Beats me why."

Dara scoffed and turned her head away from him as they ran "Just 'cause you're the Purple Dragon doesn't mean you should have the Dark Master's black heart."

Soon, as they ran through the tunnel, everything became shrouded in purple and shook.

Spyro and his daughter both shrieked when they looked up and saw the sealing of the tunnel falling "Woahahh!" they both screamed as they ran.

Rocks hit the ground all around them. He and his daughter had to zig zag around some.

Dara jumped forward and her father followed. She did this just in time, for a rock slide swallowed her father and almost got her as she rolled on the floor several times.

She back and her heart broke, fearing for her father "Daddy!" she screamed.

Spyro coughed as she found himself in a cavity within the rock pile, barely big enough for him to stand in "I'm fine, Dara, get help!"

"What bout Vaulta's son?"

"Their doomed. There's nothing we can do now."

Dara raced through the tunnels in an effort to reach the surface and get some reinforcements to dig her father out. But soon she could hear the Alligatoress's voice hissing and reverb and felt light-headed.

The light in your eyes offends us! Let it go out!" ordered the Alligatoress.

Dara felt as if she'd vomit and soil herself all at once as she collapsed on her belly and her vision faded to nothing. The last thing she heard was the evil laugh of Anglantine.

To be continued.

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