|Legend of Spyro: Corrupted Souls
Author: Dawn Of Oblivion PM
When a war ends, you expect peace, but when a hero lives through his story, you expect more conflict. When Spyro returns, alone, he discovers that everyone was told he was dead, and they believed it. The Elders have betrayed him, the city no longer trusts him, and more dragons are being slaughtered. His legend hasn't ended just yet, he has one more nightmare to pull through.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Mystery - Spyro & Cynder - Chapters: 9 - Words: 20,483 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-26-13 - Published: 04-13-10 - id: 5894671
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Legend of Spyro: Corrupted Souls
"Why has the world done this to me...?" These words exited the purple dragon's mouth as he stared upon the vast open field of Avalar. Spyro, the only dragon that controlled and harnessed the elements Fire, Ice, Earth, and Lighting. He was free to roam across the lands of the world now that he has defeated the Dark Master, Malefor, and has once again brought peace and harmony in existence. But now, he was alone, sad and depressed. Staring into the sunset that drifted above a cliff in the forest of Avalar. Thinking, Remembering, Wondering. Thinking about why Cynder would make such a drastic choice.
Cynder, was once his companion in defeating the Dark Master. Which wasn't entirely her decision since they were bound together by a green chain created by dark magic. Her affliction with the Dark Master's control allowed to possess the powers of Poison, Shadow, Wind and Fear.
But now, after all the strength consuming events they had been through, she made a decision that pierced a knife into Spyro's heart.
Remembering how it all had just gone away.
"Spyro..." Cynder had his attention full a clear. Spyro stared with a happy smile while sitting next to the river. They had spent their recent time flying over the Valley of Avalar, enjoying the pleasant feeling of peace. But the black dragoness had just recalled recent events in the area; Cynder hesitated on her upcoming words.
"Spyro, why do you love me?" She asked. The purple dragon's emotions went from relaxed to concern from this question. He kept calm but stumbled on his words. "Well...umm... I love you this way because you were... Always there for me. I always trusted as a good companion so I had that feeling grow more and more and well." Spyro looked upon his reflection in the crystal clear water. "That's what got us here today..." He was content with his choice of words. Yet the nagging feeling remained as to why his mate would ask such a curious question.
"You shouldn't even let me near you!" She said, anger behind her words. Spyro immediately sprang up right; he could see tears forming in Cynder's eyes. He was panicking, he didn't know where the sudden hostility came from. He couldn't say a word.
"I tried and almost succeeded to kill you Spyro. I was a soul that needed no concern or hospitality!" She continued. Cynder got up from her position and gave Spyro a sadden look. "I can't be here..." She turned away from Spyro's dumbfounded gaze. He could sense his whole life falling apart for every word Cynder said. Spyro jumped up, unfurled his wings, and flew in front of her.
"Cynder Stop!" He pleaded. "There's no need for this! Malefor is dead and gone! He shouldn't be the problem here again! What is it that is causing this?!" He cried. Tears rolled over Cynder's already heart fallen expression.
"Remember back the Temple; I said 'I don't want you to go.' I meant that there and I mean that now!" Spyro's voiced cracked under his pained emotions. "If it's about the same thing as last time there, then please understand that you could never be a danger me."
The tension between them grew as well as Cynder's guilt and frustration. "...That's just it... I don't know what else to expect that could kill you! I'm not leaving because I can't kill you Spyro!" She screamed. "It's because I can and would!"
Those words hit Spyro hard, there were words he never expected or wanted to hear from her. Cynder pushed him aside very roughly and stomped forward preparing her red wings for flight. Spyro had fallen into the rocks by the river, his cheek was bleeding from the sharp edges of earth. Blood and tears fell off the sides of his crestfallen face. He struggled to regain his composure, desperate to keep Cynder from leaving him again.
"You said you loved me before the world shattered and then..." Spyro fought back his own tears, not wanting to take in what was happening. "Then you promised you wouldn't dare leave me... What is difference between then and now!?" He cried with the sadness and fear of losing what he fought an army for.
Tears filled both dragon's eyes. One cause of sadness and fear. One only because of fear of loss. Cynder looked back one more time; her Shadow ability had constricted the purple dragon to the ground. Spyro gazed at his mate, the sun behind her head casting a shadow over him. Her eyes filled with loss and regret.
"I am sorry you loved me..." Were her final words before she left him with nothing.
Wondering why... why go at such peaceful times. Why leave everything they saved just to have precautions about deadly situations that were never to happen.
More tears. Even though the event took place weeks ago. Those words still filled his ears. 'I am sorry you loved me...' Spyro clenched the earth beneath him with claws of anger. His eyes were shut tight trying to prevent more tears. He yelled in desperation, screamed in anger, and cried in regret. Hero of the world and destroyer of demons. Crying at one loss of someone he couldn't hold on screamed again out of sadness, then anger, then misery.
His eyelids lifted to reveal the ungodly white pupil less eyes. His scales turned charcoal black in a dance of shadows. Negative emotions consuming, his overwhelming chaotic strength become too much to contain, his wings snapped open in a smoke of shadow and Spyro threw himself off the edge.
'Just like old times huh Spyro?'
The shadow cloaked dragon released a wave of dark purple energy, which slammed into the face of the cliff throwing rocks and debris into the sky.
'No! Spyro stop!'
'You can't stop me!'
The dragon of legend was unable to hold back his fury any longer. With a roar of satisfaction and rage, his demonic Convexity power unleashed. It collided with the ground conjuring many waves of dark energy, Spyro continued to barrage the ground until everything died around the collision.
'You're right, only you can do that... please!'
The pillar of purple light proceeded to cause uproar of power.
On the outside he was roaring in hostility and sorrow, on the inside his demon laughed in triumph and greed.
'I am sorry you loved me'
The darkness surrounding and covering his purple scales gradually faded away. The colossal dark energy dispersed into nothing and his Convexity disappeared.
"I can't let it consume like last time. I can live... I can live..." Spyro reassured himself. He caught himself in mid air and hover towards safe ground, walking away from the crater. He had to keep away from the darkness of the soul that has been corrupted by misery and malice. "...I'll find you Cynder, I will make everything right again. I'll find you, I promise."
He looked out into the horizon of the setting sun. "Give me a few days."
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Every time Spyro lost hope he would bash himself into a rock and stop mourning. He almost lost his sanity which made him starve for more time.
He continued on, flying through the skies desperately wanting to uphold his promise. Many had see him traveling and would only have the time to stare. Spyro would look back, he would see some dragons that looked like they haven't eaten in days, some even sleeping in small nests with other dragons. The world was suffering from the uncompleted Armageddon and the Destroyer's aftermath. This made him realize how most lives had more problems and sadness then he did.
The longer he flew through the clouds the more he continued to lose hope.
But until one day...
Spyro sighed as he exited another cloud. He made another glance at the river, falling prey to thirst, and suddenly his face lite up. "A black dragon!" His heart skipped a beat and was filled with rapture. Spyro's wings folded and he descended downwards.
Spyro landed gracefully on the soft grass, he had to make sure it was the dragon he was looking for. He called out to the dragon drinking the river water.
"Hey! Is that you Cyn-" His line was cut as his body was pushed by a red powerful force. A screeching terror that collided him against a tree. The power stop and only to find himself pushed back again by a dragon's arm.
"Look here you thief!" The stranger commanded. Spyro opened his eyes to see an angry dark green dragon growling in his face.
The dragon's horns were curved to the side, corners had been chipped off. His right brown eye was slashed, which made the eye uncoordinated. Spyro had mistaken his color from above and now he was regretted the action to confront him.
"Who do you think you are, taking my-!" The dragon suddenly had a change of heart when he too found out he was referring to the wrong dragon.
Spyro was surprised and such attitude to himself. As much as he hated being formal and commanding, he replied:"I, am Spyro the purple dragon of the world and savior of it as well! Who do you think you are speaking to me in such a way!"
There was a long pause. The green dragon made a small smirk and loosened his grip. "Spyro the Dragon huh?" He let go of him completely and walked away a few feet.
"I guess dreams come true..." He muttered under his breath. He turned back to Spyro. "The name's Zekee, the only dragon to control the Fear ability." He introduced himself. Spyro took a breath, "You're not the only one actually..." Zekee made a confused look at the purple dragon.
"What makes you say that?" Zekee asked. Spyro sighed; he debated about answering that question. "Reasons..." Was he all could say. Zekee made a look at him, contemplating that might not be telling the truth. Spyro grunted and got to his feet, and then before he could apologize for the intrusion, a thought dawned on him.
"That was a very powerful screech, but you appear to be the scale color of an earth dragon. Why is that?" The question seemed to be common for Zekee. The green dragon turned to his side, revealing to Spyro his brown scared torso and his chipped, flail-like tail.
Zeke's expression turned dark. His eyes squinted and he faced his own reflection in the water. "...When a heart breaks... You twist the pieces together and freeze it tight... Dragons can change if they want to. It takes great talent, but sometimes we're forced into it..." The dark green dragon again looked at Spyro with a hostile face. Spyro didn't react to the expression but instead took in these words. It seems to have an effect on him.
Zeke grunted, half expecting a cruel retort, and started to walk away to the forest. "When we change, we change for a reason. Most for a lot of reasons. Like me, I was forced into this darkness. Though I had no regret, I still feel pity for those who can't transform..." The fearsome dragon slowly dispersed into the shadows of the trees.
"Nice meeting you purple dragon, if you find a dragon named Teranis, kick his ass for me will you?" The mysterious green dragon then disappeared.
This left the weary purple dragon alone again. He stood there thinking if he should proceed with his year long search, or find a place to rest... He decided to find an area to take a quick nap so he once again spread his wings. Stretching them out and flapping them a few times, he lifted off the ground and once again flew into the sky.
The more he looked for a suitable shelter; he saw more creatures that have grown to the point of death. There were slowly moving to the water source, like soldiers walking away from a battle and heading back the home base.
Spyro could do nothing but watch. Watch as some of these innocent living beings half dead wanting their old life back.
The purple dragon finally noticed a cavern on the side of a cliff, and entered it with caution. "Hello? Does anyone live here?" He called out.
There came a silent reply. Spyro looked around and saw no signs of anything that looked like life was here. In fact, from the looks of the walls and dust shadows. This cavern seemed to have been a camp for dragon soldiers during the Eternal Night. Spyro sighed and lay down on the softest spot in the cave and slowly closed his tired eyes. His dreams took control of his awareness...
The dragon did not have any clue, but the ground beneath him cracked, and the floors began to fall inwards. The ground beneath Spyro completely gave in and Spyro fell into a deep hole in the cliff's cavern.
All that Spyro saw, all that he felt... was Nothing...