The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 12
#12 of Spyro Origins
I have other chapter ready for you to enjoy. I wanted to wait until i have 2 chapters in one go... for personal reasons.
This is my longer chapter yet.... 20 word pages...... WOW!
Some things will happen in this chapter that will change the story.
Also... a new point of view is introduced.
Anyway... i do not own Spyro blah blah blah....
Enjoy chapter 12....
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The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 12
"ARCHERS... LOOSE!!!"
As the shout came from Hunter, hundreds of arrows were released from their bows. These flew from the city walls of Warfang to the oncoming enemy that rapidly approached. Spyro saw how some orcs and grublins fell from the volley, but it seemed that it hardly made a difference.
"Pick your targets and kill them!" Hunter, who was next to Spyro ordered his company of archers. These began to shoot arrows at anything that moved below the walls, not waiting for a mass volley.
A huge explosion indicated that the dragon head catapult had fired. Spyro turned to look as smoke was rising from the tube after the shot. The mole atop the device was busy with the controls.
"We need t reload!!!" He shouted.
"Come on Cynder!" he told her. "We got to help!"
"I'm with you".
Both dragons went to the read part of the catapult, where the reloading mechanism for the weapon was located. They found the lever behind a wall.
"If we pull the lever, it will reload. Come on, Cynder, help me pull the lever down". Both dragons stood on their hind legs and grasped the lever. Using all of their combined strength, they managed to pull the lever down.
"It's operational again!" The mole atop the control shouted as he fired another round at the dark army.
"Siege tower approaching on the left!" the cry came. Spyro turned to look and saw the tower close to the city walls... to close for a shot of the dragon catapult. Just then, Hunter arrived with a fast pace.
"Spyro, Cynder; go to the tower and destroy it promptly! We will be overrun if towers start pouring troops into the walls. I will help defend this area. Now, go!"
Both dragons made their way through allied troops that were either shooting arrows or throwing rocks over the walls to the enemies below. So far early in the battle, it seemed that things were going well for the defenders.
They arrived at the section of the wall where the tower was directed to. Dozens of moles were already in place ready to receive the troops that poured from it. Spyro and Cynder put themselves near, waiting for the slowly approaching tower so they could destroy the black crystal that held the structure together.
"NOW!" Spyro shouted just as the tower came within range of their attacks. He and Cynder dashed at the tower to try to destroy the crystal before soldiers had a chance to come out of it.
The crystal was located on the forward part of the structure, vulnerable to attack. Spyro headed directly toward it and used his horns to ram it with all his might. Several cracks began to appear, but it didn't shatter as Spyro hoped. He stood on his hind legs and threw punches at the offending black crystal that poured evil from it, damaging it with every blow. More cracks began to appear. Soon, it would fail and the tower would collapse.
The ramp that led to the interior of the tower opened and soldiers came out of it in a rush. They landed behind Spyro. Moles rushed with their spears to halt the enemy advance. Spyro and Cynder were between the enemy force and the tower, but he could not take care of them. Instead, Cynder stood by Spyro as he worked to destroy the black crystal.
With a final punch, the crystal shattered with a dark smoke-light. The tower started to groan under the pressure. The enemy soldier that were onside, knew what would happen and tried to get out, but not many made it. With a lot of splinters, the tower crumbled.
Those few soldiers that managed to exit before the destruction of the tower were slain in a short time by the moles and two dragons. A cheer went up from within the ranks as their small victory.
"LADDERS!!!"
Spyro turn to see as the upper part of a ladder was being raised. An individual soldier was atop the ladder and jumped when the ladder made contact with the wall. The huge orc long sword made a good mess out of the troops that were nearby, chopping heads and arms. Moles tried to get close to him, but where kept away by the killing blade.
"ANOTHER LADDER!!!"
Spyro looked as further down the line, another ladder was placed the same way as the first, bringing with it, a crazy huge orc with a huge long sword.
"Cynder, take care of this orc and push the ladder away. I will handle the other one" Spyro said.
"I will join you once I finish" she told him. He nodded.
Both dragons ran, Cynder in front of Spyro. They were getting close to the first lone orc, defending the way up for his comrades down. Cynder rushed directly at it while Spyro dodge him, and made his way toward the next. Cynder would have to fend for her own this one, Spyro had to take the next one.
Spyro ran as fast as he could toward the orc that was causing trouble. He was getting close when the orc wildly swung his blade like the crazy he was, just for swinging something. Spyro had to halt his advance and duck completely or he would have been left without his head.
"That was close!" he whispered to himself.
The orc saw him and took a few steps closer and lift his blade above his head. Spyros scrambled out of the way before the cold steel made its way down and causes some serious harm. Spyro stood up once he was away from the orc.
Spyro had the chance to see how troops started to climb the ladder and began gaining a foothold on the walls. He had to act fast to prevent more troops from scaling the walls... but first, he had a mad orc to deal with first.
The crazy orc ran wildly at him, giving a horizontal slash that Spyro evaded by giving a step back. This caused the heavy blade to have momentum and spin out of control it user, so Spyro had the chance to counterattack. The spin caused the orc to give its back to Spyro, which he took the opportunity to jump from behind.
Spyros teeth sank in the neck of his foe. The orc, huge and strong as he was, did not submit under a small dragon´s weight. This, instead, caused him to panic... and in his infinite stupidity, he ran in circles, trashing everything in his path. Of course, Spyro hung as hard as he could, not realizing his bite and doing as much damage he could in that uncomfortable position.
Finally, the orc grabbed him by the tail, and swung his away. The throw caused Spyro to impact near some barrels, which caused some of them to roll away. Anyone in the path of the barrels was swept off their feet.
Spyro stood back again and saw the orc coming straight for him. He jumped left as the blade came rushing down, and used his tail to swat the face of the orc.
The orc slowly turned back to look at Spyro, with a growl that emanated deep from within its throat as flood flowed freely form Spyros bite. Spyro could only interpret it as a murderous growl. And the eyes... well... those were afire... if such a thing is possible.
As a matter of fact, it wasn't that far from the truth. The orc reared raised one arm, and a fire ball materializes out of nowhere.
"Uh-oh!"
The orc threw the ball of fire and exploded on Spyro's flank, sending him sliding down the ground.
"Ooohhh!" Spyro complained with his head was spinning somewhat once he stood back again. "That makes things more difficult".
The orc prepared to throw another fire ball at Spyro, but he had enough focus to jump out of the way. The huge orc then threw another, and another, and another fire ball; each time, Spyro evaded, and tried to close in for a melee fight, where he might do some damage without his breath powers.
The orc was throwing fire balls in a never ending wave, which caused explosions wherever they landed. Since they were on the wall, and the wall itself was made of stone, it did not burn. Of course, every mole got away from the crazy thrower.
Spyro was trying to get in close without much success, when Cynder dashed form behind the orc. She jumped and landed once again on its back. Thus distracted, Spyro ran at the orc and jumped to him also. Under the weight of two dragons, the orc finally fell to his back, which Spyro and Cynder wasted no time to finish him off. The bit and slashed with their claws, creating a bloody mess of their foe.
Spyro left the bloody carcass once he had made sure the orc would not get up again. He ran toward the ladder where the troops were scaling the wall. As Spyro approached and orc was just coming up who looked in surprise at see a dragon coming his way. Spyro threw a punch with his paw, which connected with the face of the soldier on the ladder.
The unfortunate one was thrown back and left unbalanced. It fell to the ground below, taking with him anyone who was climbing up the ladder. Then, Spyro took the ladder, and pushed it away to prevent more soldiers form coming up. The sound of the ladder crashing below made quite a racket below, which caused Spyro to look at his handiwork below. There was quite a lot of activity below!
This, of course, encouraged several arches below to shoot at a purple dragon pace that was overlooking the walls. Spyro had barely enough time to get his head back in safety before the first of the arrows flew where his head had just been moments before.
Spyro looked at Cynder once "Thanks, Cynder. I was hard pressed taking out that guy".
"Me too, but Hunter helped me. He shot at the orc with an arrow and I had enough time to close in".
"Thank the ancestor for our friends!" Spyro said with an amusing voice.
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The fight was going well for the defenders. They had been holding the enemy outside of the city walls, inflicting heavy casualties. If they kept it up, they would be able to repel the enemy, hopefully, for the last time. Or so thought Incendio.
He had been given the command of the western part of the defensive line where the walls connected with the cliff of the mountains. This was a good defensive position. The mountains on their left gave them protection and security and allow them to concentrate their efforts only on the front and right.
However, this did not mean that they were having free time without an enemy to worry about. They had to fight just as hard as the same sections of the walls.
Many ladders were against the walls which allowed troops to climb. Fortunately, there were no siege towers, because the terrain below was rugged being near the mountain side, and prevented the structure on wheels to move.
Incendio had just finished killing some invaders that had managed to climb the wall. He spat fire to the wooden ladder, making it catch fire, and pushed the ladder with a swat of his tail to prevent more enemies from coming up. It would be some time to get another one in place.
He looked around frantically, in search for a place where he might help. He spotted some moles fending off some grumblings and orcs that were beginning to rally, and he made his way. He fought off these trespassers with claw and teeth, with horn and tail. He, with the help of the moles, defeated them and pushed the ladder of after being ignited by Incendio's fire breath.
"Thank you! We were sure we were done for" a mole said humbly, appreciating the aid Incendio had given them. "What are your orders?"
'Orders...' Incendio thought grimly.
He had been in Warfang since this whole was with Malefor started. He had fought several battles, making him a capable warrior. He had always been helping the city with the supplies, giving advice and counsel, cooling down tempers when fight amongst themselves seemed inevitable. People looked at him for guidance, for support, for strength and for counsel. He was smart and clever, kind and compassionate.
He was well liked and well respected by the people. But it surprised him how much things have changed after Ignitus death. Now, people looked up to him, as they had done to Ignitus.
But he WAS the nephew of the old Fire Guardian, not the guardian himself. But, no matter how many times he said it, they still acted as if he were. No matter how many times he said he did not want to follow his uncles steps and become a guardian, people treated him as if he were.
No matter what... people treated him as if he was Ignitus heir... his responsibilities, was passed on to him. The title of Fire Guardian has passed, although unofficially, to him. But he did not want to be. He wanted his own life and being a guardian will tie him to his responsibilities.
"Move to the eastern part of our section. They are hard pressed there and provide assistance to the next section if needed" Incendio told his troops after a sight.
"Yes sir" the moles saluted and left.
Incendio watched them go. 'How much things have changed'.
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The day continued its course through the sky and Terrador was pleased. They were holding the enemy back despite the difficulty of the situation. But the day wan not yet over.
The enemy had a lot of troops and they were managing to climb up the wall. In some cases, some even managed to gain a foothold on sections of the walls, where more troops could climb up safely. Terrador had been ordered to dispatch dragon strike tem to clear these sections and allow moles to regain the lost ground.
Casualties were heavy because of the besieger's obstinacy to capture the city. But the enemy's casualties were even higher. But they had managed to hold their ground so far.
"Sir, another battering ram is being moved into position to bring down the gates!!!" a mole from atop the walls shouted.
"Bring the dragon head catapult to bear. Blast them apart!" Terrador ordered. He then gave a low growl. They were obstinate.
"Yes sir" came the reply. A few second later, the explosion of the catapult firing was heard in the distance.
"Report!" Terrador said to some messengers, including Sparx, coming from other parts of the defensive lines.
"The eastern sections under Volteer's orders are under pressure. The grumblings are coming at them like if the end of the world was coming and the city was the only refuge. There are casualties and the earthbound moles are getting tried, but they are holding" Sparx said.
"They have been under a lot of pressure for a while" Terrador mused. "Tell Cyril to divert some reserve troops to help those sections".
"Yes sir" a mole said as he left.
"What else General Melin?" Terrador looked back at the moles bringing messages.
"Spyro's and Cynder's section... and the dragon catapult are also fine for the moment "General Melin replied. "My section is fine for now, though, they are tired. The rest of the eastern wall... the same as before. Also, catapults have been throwing fewer projectiles at us".
Then Terrador looked at a cheetah, expecting his report.
"We have too noticed that catapult activity in our area has diminished. A for the other things, Chief Prowlus section is doing fine for the moment. We have just destroyed two towers with the help of Incendio's troops".
"What about Incendio's section on the west?" asked
"As far as I know... he is doing well" the cheetah replied.
"He has few troops with the ones he sent to help Prowlus" Terrador mused. He looked at Sparx, who was hovering nearby his head, annoying him. "Sparx!"
"What? I did nothing".
"I have a mission for you. Go to Incendio and ask him how he is doing. And while you are at it... see how he is faring".
"Hmph! I fly I fly!" the dragonfly complained. "Why do they always kick me out? They don't appreciate my abilities"
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Incendio was getting worried. In the last minutes, a lot of troops were amassing in his section. The last time he looked, there were few enemy soldiers. He distracted himself fending off some ladders by a few minutes. When he looked back again, the amassing troops were already there, with more coming still. 'It had been too fast'.
He had already sent an urgent message to Terrador informing him of the situation... but it would be some time for the message to get there. Hopefully, someone had noticed this unusual activity. In the mean time, he had prepared his troops, and fought off the small squads trying to climb the walls.
Just then, a rumble was heard. 'What was that?' Incendio looked at his troops, which shot him back a confused look. He turned to look back at the amassing army. 'What are they up to?'
Another rumble was heard, this time louder. The sound rang and bounced back by the cliff on their left. 'This is not good' Incendio thought. He then turned to a mole nearby as another rumble was heard.im.
"Run as fast as you can and tell Terrador that something very wrong is going on here. Tell him what is happening".
"Yes, I will..." but he was interrupted.
The wall beneath their feet gave a lurch as soldiers lost their footing and fell to the ground except Incendio.
"What the..." Incendio complained. He looked around frantically, trying to understand what had happened when another lurch shook the wall. This time, Incendio lost his footing as well.
After he had placed his feet beneath him, he looked around. What he saw confused him, and left his mouth agape. The wall had cracked everywhere weakening it considerably. The area of the wall around him seemed to be somewhat lower that the other. This section of the wall had somehow gotten lower.
Another rumble began to shake slowly the wall. Incendio looked and saw the 'higher parts of walls' continue to rise. THE WALL IS SINKING!!! He thought with a sense of rising panic.
"Clear this area... NOW!!!" he roared. Moles began to run, trying to get away from the slowly sinking wall. Incendio jumped and beat his wing to get to a safer spot. He landed on another part of the defensive line and tuned to look with a dreadful feeling at slowly sinking wall.
The dreadful sight thankfully stopped after a few seconds. There was a silence that penetrated the ranks of the defenders after the spectacle they had witnessed. Incendio sighted in relief. The wall had suffered damage with that action, creating a lot of cracks... but it still stood.
Incendio then turned to look back at the enemy mass that stood outside the wall, and saw a more dreadful sight than seeing the wall slowly sinking. A great many number of catapults were being pushed to the front of the enemy line. They were already loaded and ready to fire. Incendio saw how the huge rock slowly rose into the air coming at them and began to fall.
"Oh no!" he whispered.
Crashes were heard as the projectiles made impact against the walls. Some of them overflew them and landed amidst the city causing more destruction. The barrage ended. Incendio turned to look at the damage it had caused.
A lot of the shots were aimed at the weak section of the wall, where it had sank, damaging it further than it already had.
Incendio began to see to his troops before a shout came.
"INCOMING!" a mole shouted as a second barrage came forth. Rocks landed on the ramparts and along the walls, causing damage amongst the troops. The few seconds seemed to last forever as rocks landed on the walls, causing damage. Some lucky shots landed on some unfortunate souls. Soon, the barrage ended, leaving a silence that permeated the air.
Incendio looked up to see the damage with a sense of panic as he began to understand the enemy plan. As he looked, he heard a rumbling sound that he did not want to hear.
The walls were damaged enough and with a crumbling sound, they shattered. That last barrage was the last one needed to bring them down. Dust filled the air as the walls fell, blocking somewhat the sun and debris filled the area that once the proud and high walls of Warfang stood.
At the moment the collapse, the enemy soldiers outside roared and charged at the gap. The dazed defender scattered and confused, could not react fast enough before the enemy started pouring in.
"WE GOT A BREACH!!! FALL BACK!!! LEAVE THE RAMPARTS AND REGROUP AT MY POSITION!" Incendio roared, hoping that all of his troops had managed to hear his orders. He hoped to contain the enemy at the breach, but it seemed a futile effort.
Things just started do go downright wrong.
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When Spyro heard the news, he felt shocked to the bones and his blood ran cold. The dark army had breached the walls and was entering the city.
Sparx had come yelling at the top of his lungs 'DOOM APROACHES'. After he had elaborated, Spyro told Terrador, who was nearby. A series of order came rushing out of the guardian.
All of available dragons had made their way towards the area to try to stop the enemy from entering, just as Cyril reserve troops and any spare soldier any section along the defensive line could provide, but there just were just too many of them. They delayed the horde of enemies as best they could to prevent a disaster.
But they didn't get a disaster; they got a catastrophe! All along the city defensive line, the enemy army pushed forward. Because sections were weakened by giving soldiers to contain the horde pouring through the gap, they were left undermanned.
The section that was lead by Volteer broke under the pressure, allowing for enemy troops to climb the walls by the dozens. Prowlus had to divert some troops from his section to prevent the dark army soldier that came pouring though the gap in Incendio's section to overwhelm them; but that allowed the enemies climbing to had less opposition.
Prowlus had to fall back and the enemy troops that got up made their way to the dragon catapult and destroy it. That, allowed a ram to open the gates, where more enemies poured in.
Things were getting from bad to worse.
Terrador gave the order to evacuate civilians and send them to the upper levers of the city while all of the alliance army tried to delay the horde of enemies as they were falling back. The walls were abandoned and the fighting began on the streets, all of the city inhabitants and soldiers and civilians trying to get into safety. In a matter of few minutes, the lower parts of the city were overrun.
Terrador had been doing his best to form a resistance, but it was falling apart before it could even be formed because of the massive attack.
Fires started to sprout from all across the city as enemy soldiers started pillaging and burning. Soldiers fought on the streets and soon, blood was running in rivers of red. All the time, the alliance falling back. It was total chaos!
Spyro was running thought the streets, fighting and killing any enemy that came across his path as he made his way to the upper parts. Soldiers were fighting everywhere! Some were fighting in individual duels or more against a single soldier, usually in favor of the dark army. It looked more like a skirmish!
"CYNDER!!!" he shouted. He had been separated from her when they had abandoned their previous positions. He had been trying to find her ever since. But amongst all the shouting, the clash of battle and screams of dying, it was difficult to hear someone shouting.
Spyro had no choice but to continue his way toward the upper parts of the city and hope Cynder reach there too. He was with the rest of the rear guard, trying to protect the civilian that were further ahead. But they pushed backward, forced to leave either soldiers or civilians in the hand s of the enemy. There was nothing he could do.
"FALL BACK!" he heard the huge roar of Terrador. "REGROUP AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE UPPER PARTS OF THE CITY!"
No one tried to contradict him. They were being driven backward incessantly and had no hope of stopping the enemy here. The alliance fell back in complete disarray as the enemy was everywhere. Sometimes, they turned a corner and found themselves looking at the face of enemies, or turned into a skirmish place.
Spyro did not dare to fly. There were many wyverns flying overhead, picking out lone soldiers or some dragons that dared to rise on his wings. He ran through the streets.
He suddenly picked out the form of Cynder standing in a doorway of what appeared to be a house made for a dragon. She was looking inside and seemed ignorant of what was happening outside. He ran to her to try to get her attention and make her escape with him.
"Cynder! We have to go!" he urged, but she did not moved. "Cynder?!" he asked as he raised a paw to shake her. At the contact, she jumped of whatever trance she was in.
"Spyro!!" she exclaimed with surprise.
"We have to go!" he told her. She nodded and looked back inside the house once more. Curiosity spiked within Spyro, wanting to know what had caused Cynder to be like this. He moved his head so he could see what was inside. He wished he hadn't done so.
It was a dragon home, alright. It was spacious and comfortable for a dragon to be in. That if it wasn't for the many corpses lying on the floor. Spyro looked at them and his throat choked as he recognized them.
It was the mother of little Diana... and she had the expression of utter agony. A blade was sticking from the side as several grublins and orcs lay around her, dead. The mother appeared to have water on her face, and eyes. That indicated that she had cried before she was slain Next to her, was a smaller dragon body. Diana... the little dragon girl they had found on the caravan, laid dead with a long gash along her side.
Spyro understood. Diana had been killed first, in front of the mother. The mother had seen how the dark army had slain her daughter in front of her eyes. That was the worst possible form of torture for any mother. Then, the mother had gone blood lust as she killed all of the soldiers within her reach, but ultimately, falling. What kind of barbarity, soulless being could do such a cruel thing?
Spyro could only look in shock at the two dead dragons. He had never seen a dead dragon, and the sight was too much of a shock for him to look away. The image made its way into his mind, forever imprinting itself on Spyro's memory.
Clash of battle was heard more loudly. This brought Spyro out of his trance.
"Cynder..." he said softly to her friend, who was also looking at the scene. "We have to go"
Slowly, Cynder moved her head to look back at Spyro. Almost imperceptible, she nodded as tears fell free from her eyes.
Spyro turned away while Cynder followed and wished the image to go away. But it could not. Soon, he too began to shed tears as they made their way through the chaos.
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Incendio was fighting off hordes of enemies that tried to make his way to the upper city. He along with some soldiers, were fighting in a plaza that was filled with soldiers of both sides, as well as civilians that tried to escape.
Things were a chaos! No one knew what was really happening with all the confusion and shouting. They only knew that they had to kill any monster that got in front of them.
He had answered Terrador's call to assemble in this point. Soldiers started to get here every few seconds, remains of whatever part of the city they were defending. Incendio tried to take control of the situation, but it was hopeless. He could only make the soldiers, any soldier available to fight, stay here instead of running away. The wounded and civilians, he pointed at the in the direction they should go, since they were only running to get away from the dark army, not really knowing where they were going.
He looked around himself. He was in a plaza, and seemed that everywhere he turned to look, fighting could be seen. Behind him were the upper parts of the city, the place they had to defend. In front of him was the lower part of the city... burning.
He sighted. He had spent a lot of time living in this city. It had become his home after he had lost his parents. And now... it seemed he was about to lose this one too.
A shout made him look back at the situation. More enemy troops were coming in, trying to break the small defense they had managed to make in such a short time.
"FIGHT!!!" a cheetah growled as he madly jumped at the front of the enemy formation.
As he made his way into the fight, he noticed a bigger group of stragglers arrive. These were cheetah soldiers. He recognized two of them. Hunter and Chief Prowlus made their way into the fray.
But the enemy still pushed hard. Wave after wave of enemy troops came. They could only fight so far.
Incendio heard a roar, and saw Spyro and Cynder dash trough the enemy formation, throwing aside anyone who was in their way. Some alliance soldiers came behind them, stabbing those who had been knocked down by the two dragons. Obviously, they had also heard Terrador's call. Incendio could only smirk at the sight, and at the same time, give a sigh of relief.
He liked them... both of them. Spyro was always willing to help with a blind devotion, and he always had a firm notion of what was right and wrong. Nothing... nothing would ever make him do something wrong if he knew him. He also was a good person to talk to... and he was also a good listener. He was a little bit of head strong, but nothing serious.
Cynder, on the other side, was trying to make up for her previous sins against the world. Incendio had seen that she was not evil anymore, but she was more susceptible to its influence... or so he thought. She was really trying to be kind to everyone and she would like to be treated as normal... thing that more likely would not be possible. Still, she was somewhat stubborn.
It was great to see them alive; they could help a little with the current situation. Those two were great fighters if he ever saw ones.
Spyro turned to look and noticed that Incendio was watching them. Both of them nodded to recognize the other before they continued to fight.
The fray continued on for a while, neither side getting a clear advantage.
Everyone did their best against the invaders. Incendio didn't sit idle either. He made his way to a large group of orcs and grublins. The dark minions noticed him too late. He had already taken a lungful and blasted them with his fire breath. The hot and potent fire burned their bodies to ash.
Incendio blasted and turned to cinders any large group he came across. Things were starting to swing into their favor. That is... until a huge wave of enemy soldiers started to make their way. Incendio could only watch with mounting horror as the enemies stared to get into the fight.
_We can't win this..._Incendio thought grimly.
Alliance soldiers were overwhelmed by the huge number of enemies. He saw how soldiers fell... fighting bravely against superior numbers. When one enemy fell, another would take its place. The dark army could replace a soldier... they could even replace a company or a battalion. They could afford it while the alliance could not even loose a single soldier without having consequences.
Incendio continued to look around, as soldier, all of them friends, were beginning to be slain by their foes. Incendio had to do something... and fast!
It was reckless! It was insane!! It was totally mad!!! But he had to do it. It was the only thing he could think to protect everyone.
He made his way where the enemy numbers were swelling... where the enemy was concentrated. He swatted out his way as many as he could. He burned with his inner fire anything that stood in his way.
An orc with a long sword approached him and slashed at him. He gritted his teeth as he felt the burning pain his nerves felt at the long gashed. With fire in his eyes, he stomped the one he had injured him before he continued to make his way.
Slashed and arrows began to stick out of his hide as he made his way. Pain shot though out his body as he continued to make his way forward. Soon, no alliance soldiers stood near him, only enemies and more enemies. He thought someone called his name... but it seemed so far.
He started to feel weaker by the second as he sustained more injuries, but he had to press forward... deeper into the ranks of the enemies.
_This should be enough..._he thought. He was completely surrounded by a sea of enemies.
He closed his eyes in a moment of concentration and began to search deep within himself. When he had found what he was looking for, he began to feel the power swell within him. He tried to release it all in one powerful blast... a fury!
Ignitus had taught him to do that, but he had never actually done it before. He felt the rippling energy course trough his body as the fury power began to manifest itself. The ground around him started to heat up due to the immense energy.
Enemies started to converse around the single orange dragon looking for easy picking. But they encountered something they did not expect.
When Incendio opened his eyes, he released all of his energy in one powerful blast... a fire fury! Fire emanated from within him in a single wave that incinerated all the enemies around him. They didn't even have a chance to react as he released all of his energy.
The heat wave was felt the entire plaza as the dragon used all his strength.
After the single devastating attack, Incendio collapsed on the ground, his energy totally spent. He had only energy left to lift his head of the ground. Burning and smoking corpses lay around him. He had killed a great number of enemies, ensuring some respite for the battered alliance soldiers. Cheering could be heard form those soldier as well as the lone dragon devastated the enemy formation. But they still continued fighting on different sections of the plaza.
He was weak... hungry... and had received a number of injuries that needed to be healed... but he had stopped them. He looked around and saw Spyro coming toward him with a big grin on his face. His expression showed that he couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it showed that he was really happened that it did... considering what was happening. Incendio himself was amazed that he had actually managed to such a thing.
He saw as Spyro kept coming closer, then suddenly stop as if startled. His expression changed from relief, to that of surprised, then scared. Whatever was it was, Spyro was looking behind Incendio.
He turned to look behind... but only a shot of pain crossed his body. He roared at the intense pain he felt at his side. Between the haze of pain, he distinguished a form holding a spear... the same spar that was sticking from his side.
With a sigh, Incendio left his head fall on the ground.
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Spyro saw how the orc slowly came from behind with a spear on his hand. He saw how Incendio had widened his eyes when he saw Spyro's reaction.
"NOO!" Spyro shouted as the spear came down upon Incendio's body. He saw how Incendio's head wobbled and fell to the ground, his body twitching with the pain.
A new wave of enemies came, and Spyro was forced back and leave his friend behind. He had to concentrate now on dealing with these new enemies.
Once again, the alliance was being overwhelmed. He looked around and saw a few of those huge crazy orcs that had proven to be a nuisance making a hell of a mess. He saw many grumblings. He saw a troll with a huge club... and he was making his way toward Cynder, who was engaged with several grublins.
"CYNDER LOOK OUT!!!" Spyro yelled at the top of his lungs. He saw how she turned to look and tried to dodge... but she was too late. The blow sent her flying across the battlefield and hit the wall on the far side of the plaza.
Spyro hearth skipped a beat when Cynder received the blow. His stomach churned and his throat choked. Spyro saw in slow motion how she was sent flying, her body completely limp and not responding, and how fell to the ground as if she was dead and did not get up.
Cynder?!
He was shocked. Cynder, the first true friend he had ever know laid upon the battle field. Spyro took a tentatively step forward, still not really understanding what was happening.
He remembered all the moment they spent together. Form the first battle to the first days at the dragon temple to the day they were sealed in the crystal to survive the collapse of the well of souls. From the moment they woke up after three years from slumber, to the defeat of Malefor. From the miraculous escape from the center of the world and their game of tag after it to the fighting just moment before.
He had plenty of time to express his feeling for her. He could have told her that he loved her but he had restrained for fear of what she would think or it was not the most appropriate time. But now.... He should have told her earlier. HE SHOULD HAVE!
Is she dead??? NO!!! She is alive... she must be!
Spyro's attention was solely focused on the body of Cynder that laid some distance away. Because of this lack of attention to his surrounding, he failed to miss another orc coming toward him from the side. He failed to notice that the orc raised a club and swung it.
Spyro's vision began to spin as he received the hit. He didn't know what had happened nor didn't care. His only concern and attention was on Cynder.
----(Flashback)----
They had begun the journey south after a game of tag. Spyro and Cynder were flying together without a worry. The world was finally safe with the defeat of Malefor. Everything was good and nice... and there was no need to worry about anything.
Spyro and Cynder had laughed at the game they held for a while... without worries.
They decided to land near a cliff, overlooking the area below for a rest before they continued their journey back to Warfang. They held silence, enjoying the view and the peace that had finally come after all the effort they did.
"Spyro?" she asked in a low and timid voice.
"Hhmm? What is it Cynder?" He asked, confused a little by the way her voice just sounded right now.
"Do... do you remember when we defeated Malefor?".
"Yes... what about it?" he asked confused. What had happened to make her like this?
"Do you remember afterwards? It all seemed like a blur".
Spyro sighted. "Yes. The world breaking apart and you wanted to leave, but I told you that I was destined to prevent the world from being destroyed. When I told you that, you decided to stay. After that, I used my powers to stop the breaking of the world"
"Do you remember anything while you were doing it?" she asked, this time, more unsure of herself.
"No. Why do you ask?". Spyro was beginning to feel concern for her.
"I... I heard a voice then?"
"A voice? Was it Malefor's? Or those sprits we saw? What did it say?" Spyro asked with a tone of immediate interest and alarm in his voice. If it was Malefor, then he was not dead and could again come back to the real of the living and break havoc once more. But if it was the spirits, then they could have said something important.
"I... I don't exactly remember. Dou you remember anything of the sort?" she asked with a more sure voice.
"No, I don't. I was so focused in healing the world that I didn't notice many things. As you said... a blur. Are you sure you head something?"
"I don't know. Probably it was just my mind. Don't worry yourself to much Spyro, everything is fine now" she tried to calm him.
"Yeah. You are right. Malefor is gone now."
----(Flashback)----
"Spyro, no. You don't have to do anything! Let's just go!" Cynder said.
"Where, Cynder? There will be nothing left! The world is breaking apart!" Spyro said as he looked around him. Fire emanated from within the earth core, burning rock around him as he stood over the black crystal. The crystal itself emanated energy that broke the rock all around him, creating gave disasters on the surface.
"But I think I can stop it!" Spyro said more confidently, and then, with a little more sadness. "I think I meant to". He turned to look at Cynder.
She remained quiet for a few moments before she answers, taking a step forward, looking at him in the eyes. "Then I'm with you".
Spyro felt great warmth in his hearth. Here they were, both of them, with the world breaking apart. Spyro was the only one who could save the world, buy... perhaps in the process... he would kill himself to form all the energy required.
And there was Cynder... saying that he would stay with him... probably she would die too. That was the first moment when he began to understand that Cynder was more than a friend.
He closed his eyes and concentrated all the energy he could . The power of the purple dragon was coming forth, ready to be used. He willed it to contain the world from breaking apart... he willed it for the pieces that had already broken to get back in place... he willed it for the world to heal itself.
As he was trying to focus all the energy from within him, noise and explosions sounded all around him. Cracks from the destruction of the world could be heard. He poured forth all his energy into the task... knowing that he would not survive such endeavor... but he had to do this!
Just as he was about to release all of his energy, suddenly the sound of the world breaking apart went silent. From the silence, emanated a sweet voice he knew so well. It gave enough energy to survive.
"I love you" Cynder said as he liberated all the energy he had acquired except that tiny piece of energy he required to survive.
----(End of Flashbacks)---
Spyro shook his head after the blow he received. He still tried to clear his head when another attempt of the orc to hit his head caught his notice. He dodged out of the way before the club could hit him. Spyro used his tail to hit the enemy on the head, sending him several steps backward. Spyro now had enough time to think.
What had happened? He had revisited his memories. Had... had Cynder really said that she... that she... loved him???
He turned to look at her with new eyes. She was still down, and it appeared that she was trying to get up with some difficulty. His worry for her well being rose again. Surely, that blow had caused some injuries.
Just then, he saw the troll... and it was making his way toward the still struggling Cynder to finish her off. She had not seen the troll yet!!!
"CYNDER!!!" he yelled once more to try to warn her. Spyro started to run to her... but she was so far away.
"CYNDER!!!"
She appeared not to listen to him... she only kept struggling to get up. The troll was just on tops of her. His shadow covered her, and Spyro saw Cynder turn to look at the behemoth over her. Her eyes widened in fear as the troll rose his club. When he brings it down, she would be nothing more than a paste on the ground. He would not get there in time to help her.
"CYNDER... NNOOOO!!!" Spyro shouted at the top of his lungs while fear gripped him. Time seemed to slow down as he ran, hoping to get there in time.
Spyro was still halfway to her when he saw how Cynder closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. He ran... he ran like he has never done before. He passed under a cheetah legs, jumped over a mole that got in his way, dodged a horizontal sword slash. The entire world seemed to have slowed down as Spyro made his way through the battlefield, watching how the club was closing on Cynder's prone form.
He continued to run... dodging soldiers from both sides that were pitched in battle. He passed between them, over them, left and right. Spyro swatted an arrow that flew past him as it was an annoying fly in the swamp.
When he was close to the troll, he jumped with all his might... directly at the arm that held the club. He bit his hand and slashed his fingers, trying to get the troll to release the club before it made his way down and hit Cynder.
When he noticed that he had finally released the club, Spyro made his way to the trolls face, jumping from his hand. He landed directly in the face of his enemy. Spyro slashed at the troll's eyes with his fore claws, as he bit in his neck. The shook savagely, trying to make as much damage as possible. He tasted troll blood in the process. Disgusting!
After he had done enough damage, he went down, to his legs, where he began to cut his way thought the trolls muscle. When he finished this, the troll wouldn't stand up again. After that, he began to slash at the troll's abdomen. The skin surrounding the troll soon gave under the intensity of Spyro's attack. Without a moment to waste, he began to attach his organs directly... until he found the trolls beating hearth. He slashed it open with a paw and jumped down, facing away from the troll.
Spyro then turned to look and saw the club he had released earlier touch the ground with a 'plank'. He turned to look at the troll, who was leaning backward and fall to the ground. Not a twitch emanated from him.
With a satisfied snort, Spyro turned to look back at Cynder. She was still on the ground... blood seeping from her scales and her mouth. Her expression was of shock and disbelief.
"Cynder..." he said in a low voice as he made his way toward her.
"Sp... Spyro" she gasped as she allowed her head to rest on the floor. Spyro rushed at her. He took her with his paws and held her close to his body as he looked at her face.
"Cynder! Hang on! I... I will get you out of here!"
"Spyro" she said almost inaudible.
"Just hang on! You will be all right!" he looked around desperately for something to help her, but there was nothing.
"Spyro, you got your power back" she told him.
"What?" he asked her, unsure if he had heard correctly.
"I saw you... use... your powers" she rasped. Spyro's eyes widen in understanding. He could never have gotten there in time to help Cynder before the troll crushed her. He could never have gotten past the battlefield without a scratch. He could never have killed a troll before he had forced the club out of his hand.
That is... without Time Control. With Time Control, time slowed down for a while. This gave time enough for Spyro to save Cynder.
It had been a while since he had used time powers.
"Spyro... I'm so happy for you" she coughed up some blood. Fear gripped Spyro.
"Cynder... hang on!"
"Spyro... thank you... for everything... and..."
"Don't talk... save your strength" Spyro said as tears began to form in his eyes.
"I... I..." she gasped.
"Cynder... no... don't die! Please! I need you!" he said desperately. This seemed to get Cynder's attention.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because... I... I love you" he said it with his entire being. Spyro saw how her eyes widened in surprise. Then her expression changed to one of happiness and sweetness.
"I... I love..." she began.
"I know" he interrupted. "I remembered what happened at the world's center. I remember what you told me there... at the end". Her eyes went once again open in surprise, but his smile still kept its place.
"I... I love you... Spyro"
"I love you too Cynder. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me".
She smiled even more. Then, a cough attack seized her and she began to spit blood. She had internal injuries.
Spyro turned to look around and saw what was around him.
Death... death all around him. Soldiers were being killed everywhere. They had looks of horror just before being killed.
He saw Chief Prowlus fighting bravely. He was engaged with several orcs and grublins. He, along with several of his cheetah warriors, including his friend Hunter, held a valiant defense again the implacable enemy in close combat. His moves were swift and deadly. He was a natural fighter. But even a might warrior such as he... could be slain with a single arrow.
Chief Prowlus took some steps backward, his hand instinctively going to his chest. Prowlus look down, the same as Spyro, and both could see that a single black arrow stood out form the chest. Slowly, the strength went away from Prowlus legs and felt to his knees, still holding the arrow stuck in his chest. The clan members of his tribe that surrounded him rushed to his aid and dragged him to a more safe place.
Incendio was still lying on his side, and was not moving.
Corpses... corpses everywhere.
Why? Why so much fighting? Why so much death? Why can't he stop it? He should have stopped it. People were dying.
Why can't I save them?
Spyro saw all those wounded around him and those that were desperate fighting with fear in their eyes. He saw how Hunter was beside the wounded Chief Prowlus, saying something to him. Hunter had tears in his eyes.
Death... death... death. Spyro could stand it no longer.
He looked down at Cynder that was in her paws. Her eyes were closed.
"Cynder?!" he asked as fear and an empty void in his heart began to suck all happiness out of him.
"Cynder?!" he tried again after receiving no response. Tears began fall freely from his eyes as pain gripped him... and he released it all.
Spyro took a full breath and released it with a mournful cry. He released all his emotions. Fear, anger, love, hope, friendship, despair... al were resounding in his cry that was thrown to the winds. His cry was heard across the city, and combatants ceased their fight to look at the lone purple dragon holding a black dragoness on the ground.
But his cry seemed to only have caught the attention of enemy soldiers as they began to rush toward him. But he didn't care. With Cynder gone... there was hardly any reason left to live. He watched as the enemy came while he sat as a stone. Spyro saw his life pass through his eyes, the good moments and the bad ones. Especially Cynder.
Cynder...! No... Cynder would not want me to just sit and die. She would have wanted me to stand and defend this city.
With great effort, he slowly stood up and faced the onrushing enemy. But a sudden explosion rippled across the enemy ranks, causing death and confusion. Several more grublins fell without apparent reason near the center of the explosion.
Spyro felt something small fall atop his head. The thing bounced off and landed next to Spyro. He turned and looked at it. A small brass cylinder with smoke coming out from it he found. It was just like...
Then he heard it... a strange, yet familiar 'chop chop' sound that he had heard some days ago. He looked up and he saw it. Or rather... saw them, for there was more than one.
It was the humans flying devices. They were making a lot of noise that it was a wonder Spyro had not hear it earlier. One of these devices was nearly over Spyro when several ropes came out from their sides. Then, someone grabbed this roped and jumped. He slid down the rope until it touched ground. Nine more humans followed the first one.
They looked around with a quick glance as the fighting continued around the plaza. One of this humans spotted Spyro and slowly walked toward him while the rest spread out somewhat. This lone human stopped just in front of Spyro, as if waiting for something.
"You came..." Spyro whispered to Parker as they looked at each other.
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WAAAA! What was that?
Is Cynder dead, Incendio? What are the humans doing there?
These question will be answered latter... pssibly on the next chapter.
I will leave it at this point to leave you gauys on suspense and wonder what will happen.
Please.... review and comment on my story (writing skills and/or story/character plot). The comments inspire me to continue writing.