Me- Here it is. The final chapter.
Cynder- You've been writing like a mad man for 3 days.
Spyro- Yeah shouldn't you take a break.
Me- I will. But only a short one. Remember guys. We reach 50 reviews, I start the sequel straight away. Now disclaimer.
Cynder- Cynder fan does not own any Spyro characters. He does own Taylor, Barlow and Schmitt.
Everyone- ON WITH THE SHOW
Cynder, Taylor, Barlow and Schmitt crept down yet another corridor. They figured that they were getting close to the center of the volcano as the smell of sulphur was growing by the second.
Behind her, Cynder heard Schmitt gag on the foul smelling gas. "That is just plain rotten." He said in a strained voice which indicated he was holding his nose.
"Better than the stench of death." Said Barlow peeking down a small crack in the wall.
"Its getting darker." said Schmitt. "Anyone got a light."
"Watch out for the st..." Cynder began but was interrupted by a high pitched squeak. Barlow had run into a groin high Stalactite.
"To late." He groaned in a voice a few octaves higher than usual. They all suppressed a laugh. Taylor once again clicked his fingers and a small flame appeared.
"I'll take the lead from here on in." He said. "Better me than you getting killed. If we loose you we might as well abort the mission. Us three can't take Malefore by ourselves."
Cynder nodded and moved back to the second position in the group and they resumed trudging in silence. After a short walk they rounded a corner and almost ran into a large stone door.
"This must be the center of the volcano. Malefore's control room so to speak." Said Cynder. 'When this door opens all hell may break loose. If i know Malefore which sadly I do a little to well having been one of his lieutenants..." Taylor and Schmitt looked at her in alarm.
"Why didn't you reveal this information to us." Asked Barlow raising his rifle slightly so he could shoot quickly if she were to attack.
"I thought Taylor told you." She said in slight fear of the humans reactions in spite of the fact that she could easily tear them all apart.
"I don't go around telling people about other peoples pasts. That is their job alone." Said Taylor looking at Cynder expectantly.
"I guess i should tell you the whole story." Said Cynder looking sadly at Barlow and Schmitt who seemed a little more on edge. "Before I was hatched, the temple Spyro and I were supposed to hatch in was raided by the Dark Masters forces. Spyro's egg was smuggled out by the late guardian, Ignitus. While mine was stolen by Malefore's troops. The other eggs were smashed.
Barlow and Schmitt looked at each other in horror. What kind of a monster would kill a creature that had not even emerged into the world.
Cynder continued. "Over the years I spent as a prisoner I was slowly corrupted by Malefore. Eventually he saw my usefulness and sent me on an assignation mission. I killed my first Dragon then. I slit her throat and watched as her own heart drove the blood from her veins. I remember her begging me to help her, to save her. But i didn't."
A single tear rolled down Cynder's cheek. But she continued with a quavering voice. "Eventually Malefore promoted me to his second in command and gave me command of his army. It was then that the kingdom of dragons finally took Malefore's threat seriously and sent an army to stop us."
"I personally killed over 50 dragons in that one battle. I remember their dying screams, the taste of their blood as i bit into their necks. The...The..." Her voice finally cracked as she started sobbing.
Taylor put an arm around her shoulders and took up the story. "Spyro eventually tracked her to concurrent skys where he defeated her in a huge battle. That when the corruption was broken and she became who she is now."
"You must understand. I didn't intend for any of this to happen." Cynder sobbed.
"It would have happened whether you had been corrupted or not." Said Schmitt, his face softening. "There still would have been war and death at Malefore's paw. And besides, you can't be blamed for your actions. You weren't in your right mind."
"You believe me?" Asked Cynder bewildered. Most people ran at the sound of her name let alone the sight of her. That or they would throw insults, or rocks. But these humans were so understanding.
"Of course." said Barlow. I may have only known you for a few weeks, but in that time I found that you are trustworthy and loyal. And besides, we are all friends and friends stand by each other."
Cynder gave a small smile. "Lets get back to finding Spyro." She said. "Now, as i was saying, If i know malefore he will keep spyro close to him, probably right behind this door."
She gestured to the door behind her.
"Breech and clear." Said Taylor. Schmitt and Barlow nodded and took position on either side of the door. Barlow opened the door a crack and peered in.
"20 guards." He said with a groan.
"Not for long." said Schmitt pulling a German grenade from his pack. He removed the cap from the end and held it ready to throw. Taylor pushed open the door and Schmitt chucked the grenade it. Taylor quickly shut the door again.
"Whats that?" said an Orc voice.
"A metal rock with a stick in it." said another.
KABOOOM. The explosion echoed around the room. Taylor kicked open the door and ran inside the other right behind him. He searched for targets but found none. The twenty man orc company had been splattered all over the floor. Bits of dented armor lay all over the place.
"What was that thing?" Asked cynder eyeing the black circle where the grenade had gone off.
"A grenade." Said Schmitt with a small smile as he eyed the destruction. " A loud but effective weapon for taking out a large group of enemies all at once."
"Odd." said Taylor eyeing the blackness in the corners of the enormous room.
"Whats odd?" asked Barlow. "Things are going to plan in my book."
'Listen." Said Taylor. They all listened.
"I don't hear anything." said Cynder.
"Exactly." said Taylor. "We just made enough noise to wake the dead and yet, no guards, no alarms, no anything."
"Oh crap." Barlow swore. At the same moment a voice boomed.
"Welcome to your doom." They all swung round as a dark purple dragon emerged out of the shadows.
"YOU!" Shouted Taylor and fired his rifle. Malefore smiled as the bullet stopped in midair and dropped to the floor with a tinkling noise.
"I expected more." Said Malefore.
"I guess we do this the old fashioned way then." Said Barlow slinging his gun across his back and drawing his sword. The blade glistened in the pale light of the cavern.
"Well if you want to play that game." Malefore stepped aside to reveal a small black dragon.
Cynder peered closely at the small dragon. It looked remarkably like... "SPYRO!" She shouted.
"Well done." Said Malefore. "But it took you longer than I figured." He snickered slightly at Cynder's discomfort of seeing Spyro in the condition he was in.
His normally vibrant purple scales had turned a deep shade of black. His eyes had turned pure red. His wings were tattered at the edges and his tail blade had changed from a pinecone to a spiked club.
"What did you do to him?" Demanded Cynder.
"Why, I just made a few, necessary improvements. Just like I did to you Cynder."
Cynder growled and lunged forward attempting to tear out Malefore's throat.
Malefore simply smiled and smacked her with his tail blade. She was hurled backwards and slammed into the cavern wall. With a shout all three humans charged forward with their weapons raised.
Malefore stomped a paw and the three of them were thrown backwards by a mighty shockwave and disappeared through a small doorway. Schmitt's backpack flew off and its con-tense scattered all over the place. Malefore looked up at the roof and a huge pile of rocks crashed down on the doorway, effectively blocking it.
"That'll keep them busy for a while." Said Malefore.
"How dare you." Roared Cynder surging to her feet. Malefore looked at Dark Spyro.
"Kill her. She is of no use to me." He growled. Dark Spyro smiled and took a fighting stance.
Cynder weighed up the odds. She had speed and maneuverability while Spyro had size and strength, plus who knew what Malefore had embedded him with. Her odds were not good.
She decided to fight defensively, at least until she knew what she was up against. She crouched low to the floor in a defensive posture. Dark Spyro took to the offensive, lunging forward to swipe at her neck with his claws. She smiled and raised a wing to shield her neck.
Dragon wing was said to be the toughest material on the planet. It was practically indestructible, fireproof, waterproof, the works. But what Cynder didn't expect, was pain as Dark Spyro's claws tore through her wing like a knife through rice paper.
Cynder screamed in pain and leaped back to inspect the injury. The center membrane on her left wing had been torn to shreds. Nothing that a few red Crystals wouldn't fix. If she had any that was.
She squared up to Dark Spyro and charged trying to catch him off guard. Dark Spyro grinned, stepped sideways and brought his spiked tail around. Cynder tried to dodge but was to slow. She caught the blow side on and was thrown backwards. One of the spikes drove through her scales and there were several loud cracks.
Dark Spyro then turned and donkey kicked her away tearing the spike from her scales in the process. She gasped as blood began to flow freely from the wound. She suspected that she had several broken ribs and a small trickle of blood ran from her mouth.
Her vision blurred slightly and she swayed on her feet. She shook her head to clear it and leapt back into the fray. The two dragons tumbled over and over biting and clawing at each other. Cynder was taking a beating.
Finally she could take no more and simply collapsed on the ground and waited for Dark Spyro to kill her. Dark Spyro looked at Malefore expectantly. "Kill her" He said in a hiss of a voice.
Dark Spyro advanced and placed a claw against Cynder's neck. Cynder looked up with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered
Dark Spyro stopped for a second. "Sorry." He thought. "Sorry for what? Why was he stopping. He hated this Dragoness. He would bathe in her blood." But something still stopped him.
Cynder looked up at him again and looked deep into his eyes. "I love you." She whispered. Spyro raised his claws and looked down at her.
"I love you too." He whispered. She looked up at him.
"Spyro?" She asked. Spyro groaned and shuddered as his black scales turned back to their normal shade of Purple.
"I always will love you." Said Spyro.
"oh Spyro" whispered Cynder and kissed him passionately completely ignoring her broken ribs and other various injuries.
"Oh how touching." Said Malefore watching from a distance. "But this still changes nothing. You and all your friends will die."
"Stay back Cynder." Said Spyro. "Your to injured to join this fight."
Cynder nodded and crawled away leaving a trail of blood in her wake.
"This is between you and me Malefore." Said Spyro with a growl as he and Malefore circled each other.
"So it appears." Said Malefore. "But that matters little for you will be dead soon."
"Try me." Said Spyro cockily. Malefore responded by launching a beam of convexity straight at Spyro. He dodged to the side just in time and the beam slammed into the cavern wall and showered Cynder with debris.
Spyro launched a fireball at malefore which he easily dodged. Malefore the decided to take to the sky's and go close quarters where his size would give him and advantage. Spyro dodged Malefore's initial swipe and counterattacked with a tail swing which connected with Malefore's leg.
Malefore shook off the blow and closed the gap again, this time aiming a roundhouse swing at Spyro's head. Spyro ducked and the momentum from the swing swung Malefore around until he was facing the other way. Spyro blasted Malefore's back with Ice and froze his wings in place.
Malefore plummeted to the ground and landed on his back. Spyro dove in and was about to claw out Malefore's heart when he kicked him off. This time Spyro landed on his back and Malefore took to their air once again and charged a convexity beam.
Spyro felt something reawaken within him. A power he had not felt since he had last fought Malefore. He opened his jaws on instinct and a beam of pure convexity shot out at the same time as Malefore unleashed his convexity attack. The two beams collided and a stalemate ensued.
Cynder continued to crawl away as the fight continued on the far side of the cavern. Suddenly her paw brushed something leathery. She looked away from the battle. It was Schmitt's backpack. She weakly reached inside and felt around for anything that could help her. Her paw closed around something and she pulled it out. It was a small black bag. She cut the small knot holding it closed and tipped it so its con-tense spilled onto the floor. Out fell three medium sized red crystals and a small green crystal.
"Perfect." She though and smiled as the crystals levitated and entered her body. Her smile turned to a slight grimace as she felt the crystals magic push her broken ribs back into place and seal her many wounds.
She was ready for war. She turned back to the battle to see Spyro get kicked to the ground and two purple beams meet between the two opponents. "Lets even the odds." She thought.
Spyro didn't know how much longer he could hold the convexity beam. The stream from his mouth was weakening and the point where the beams met was sliding ever closer to him. Just when he though he could hold the beam no longer a black shape hurtled out of the darkness and slammed into Malefore's side. This distracted Malefore for long enough for Spyro to roll out of the path of the convexity attack just before reached him.
Spyro leaped to his feet and faced Malefore. Cynder landed beside him. "How did you..." Began Spyro but Cynder interrupted.
"I'll explain later." She said.
"So, ganging up on me eh." Said Malefore. "No matter, even two against one you will still lose."
A loud explosion interrupted the three of them and the all looked towards the cave wall, which had exploded outwards. It its place stood Schmitt. His hands glowed green from the attack he had just loosed into the blockage. On his left was Taylor with a fireball glowing in each hand, and on his right was Barlow with a pair of ice swords.
"How about five on one." Said Barlow and hurled and Ice sword at Malefore. The sword embedded itself in his side. Malefore growled and pulled the sword out, its once clear blade now stained crimson.
The three humans raced over to Spyro and Cynder and took positions next to them.
Malefore looked at them. things were looking bad for him. But he still had one trick left.
"You think you have beaten me. Never." He shouted and rose slightly off the ground. Around him, energy began to swirl towards his body.
"Whats he doing?" Shouted Taylor.
"A convexity fury." Spyro shouted back. "If he lets it off we're all dead."
"What do we do?" Asked Schmitt.
"We can try to launch our own furies against it and hope that the combined power will stop it."
"How?" shouted all three humans at the same time.
"Concentrate all your power into one almighty attack, the release it all at once." Instructed Spyro.
Taylor began to concentrate all of his energy into his hands and the fireballs grew in heat and intensity. Schmitt did the same and his hands began to glow green and Barlow's began to glow blue.
Spyro rose into the air and his entire body turned purple. Cynder did the same and turned black. "NOW" Shouted Spyro. They all unleashed their powers at the same time but were halted by a solid wall of convexity energy that Malefore unleashed seconds later.
The stalemate that ensued lasted for more than ten minutes, with both sides dueling back and forth trying to gain the advantage. Taylor began to sweat, unleashing all this energy was really taking its toll. His power began to waver slightly and Malefore gained a few inches before being halted.
The humans couldn't hold out much longer.
Taylor looked at Barlow and Schmitt. They both nodded. They began straining with every last piece of strength they could muster at the wall of convexity. The wall began to waver slightly.
The look on Malefore's face turned from smug confidence to slight worry. He was on his last legs. He launched a vain counterattack with all his remaining strength but could not hold back the relentless tide of elements.
"NOOOOOO" He cried as the wall of elements reached him. He was thrown backwards against the cave wall. The humans slumped or fell to their knees having used a huge amount of their energy, but Spyro and Cynder kept on going. They blasted wave after wave of energy into Malefore's body.
Malefore continued screaming as the energy hit him. Finally, Spyro blasted Malefore with the largest fury he could manage. There was an enormous explosion and a huge blast of light. Everyone shielded their eyes.
When it cleared nothing was left of Malefore except a big hole in the wall and a red stain on the floor. Spyro and Cynder fell to the ground, panting.
Terrador blocked a sword with his wing and drove his claws through a shield, impaling its holder. Releasing it he turned to face his next opponent when a spear was jammed into his shoulder. Terrador bit the shaft with a growl, shattering it. The surprised orc who had been trying to wrench the weapon free stumbled backwards and fell over tripping several other.
Terrador grinned slyly and leapt towards his next target, a troll. He latched his jaw onto its arm, but the troll grabbed hold of his tail and threw him roughly to the ground. he tried to spring upright but the troll placed a foot on his side, pinning him. Terrador smacked it with his tail but it had no effect.
He looked for anyone who could help him. The moles and Cheetahs were hacking and stabbing at the troll, but it was like trying to cut down a tree with a feather. The troll was to heavily armored. The closest dragons were to far away to reach him in time. He grimly accepted his fate and looked up at the troll as if to say. "Do it, I dare you." The troll obliged. Raising a wooden club the size of a small tree it was about to bring it down on his head when he stopped. Terrador looked up. Then realized something. The sounds of the battle had ceased.
He looked around. Orcs were standing in their last positions as if frozen in time. Then with a loud clatter they all dropped their weapons and fell to the ground. Dead. Terrador looked on stunned and wondering what had happened when the troll that was standing on him keeled over and landed on him. He grunted and tried to shift the disgusting creature. It wouldn't budge.
He saw Cyril and Volteer heading his way and called out to them. "Get me out of here." Cyril began laughing quietly while Volteer let out a loud burst of laughter before containing himself, and then going into hysterics.
Terrador gave them an annoyed look and had an idea. he placed a paw against the ground. A wall of rock shot up under the troll, flipping it into the air. It landed on his colleagues who were rolling around with laughter. Now it was Terrador's turn to laugh. They looked ridiculous. He turned towards the several thousand surviving alliance troops and raising his voice shouted. "SPYRO AND CYNDER HAVE DO IT. WE ARE VICTORIOUS!" his roar was met with an even greater roar from the remaining troops.
"Now." He thought. How do we find them"
Back at Mt Malefore
"We did it." Said Barlow, weakly, punching the air.
"I guess we did." Said Spyro with a grin. They all laughed lightly.
"Now the question is, how do we get outta here? Asked Barlow with a smile. He was interrupted by a rumble. "What was that?" He asked.
Suddenly part of the floor caved in and a yellow light flooded in. More parts of the floor began to cave in nearby. "The Volcano!" Shouted Spyro. "Its gonna blow."
"On our backs now!" Shouted Cynder. Schmitt and Barlow leapt onto Cynder's back and Taylor onto Spyro's.
"Lets go! shouted Spyro and took to the air with Cynder hot on his tail. He scanned the wall for a way out, but the cavern seemed to be sealed. Below them the cavern began to fill with lava.
"Over here", called Cynder taking off up a narrow vent near the top of the cavern. Spyro followed hot on her tail.
The cavern was narrow and near constant rockfalls made it difficult to see. Spyro wove and dodged back and forth between the falling rock. Behind him, the lava rushed up the tunnel and Spyro was having a hard time keeping ahead of it. "Faster, Faster." Shouted Taylor.
"I'm trying." Grunted Spyro. His wings felt like they were on fire and the lava was singing his tail blade.
Slightly ahead of him, Cynder performed a barrel roll and raced out of the tunnel. She spun around and faced the tunnel entrance from a safe distance. Above the three of them there was a deafening explosion as the Volcano's main crater blew, spewing a cloud of ash and dust into the air.
"Come on Spyro get outta there." Shouted Schmitt from Cynder's back. Suddenly a fireball erupted from the vent, and through the fire came Spyro, with Taylor clutching grimly to his back.
"Yehaaa" Shouted Taylor as they soared overhead. Cynder smiled and set of in pursuit of the Purple dragon. It was over. They had won.
Epilogue- 2 days later
Terrador took a quill from an ink pot and opened up a book. He was not the poet that his good friend Ignitus had been but he slowly began to write.
In a Mountain, dark and tangled
Fire and bright sparks did spangle
The rock, the sky, the sun on high.
It seemed as if the ancestors did sigh.
A purple Dragon of great disgrace,
bellowed of his mighty race.
The band of friends, did they cower,
in what might be their final hour.
With their spirits burning bright,
they tore into this evil night.
The flames danced across the mask.
A demon dragon from a time long past.
Another flanked him,
dark eyes so grim.
Claws gleaming in the air,
set to rip stab and tear.
So in that dark and Evil night,
the band of friends, they rose to fight
With talons bloodied, scales singed.
A battle won, A war begins.
Terrador initialed it and place the book back on the shelf.
Ash from the erupting volcano filled the sky. The sun shone with a pale ghostly light as it set over the western horizon. A lone figure limped across the burning plains. Her wings hung limply by her sides like a pair of broken curtains and she had a pronounced limp in her left foreleg.
She staggered slightly on the uneven ground and leant against a spear that was dug into the soil. A single thought was on her mind as she continued to trudge across the barren landscape. A word formed on her lips.
"Revenge" She growled.
The setting sun flickered for a moment, then vanish. And the inky darkness of night consumed the land.
Me- What did you think guys. Sorry if the fight scene is a little lacking. Battles are not my strong point. The poem at the end is based of that of Ezylryb from Guardians of Ga'hoole book 3. I made up a backstory for Cynder as well.
Cynder- Thats not how it happened.
Me- I know. Remember guys. We reach 50, I start writing. For the last time on this story. This is Cynder fan. Out.