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Legacy of Legends 2
The Dark Master's Sorrow
Dark clouds flew over the sky ominously, casting dark shadows on the ground. Lighting struck as thunder boomed. He smirked to himself to as he stood atop a nearby cliff. He finally did it. He was here, alive and well. And he had a plan that was set in motion. At the distance, the city of Warfang stood.
“This realm will soon be mine.”
He focused his elemental energy, and called forth allies. The ground beside him bunched up, and a split open. Grublins of all shapes and sizes came forth, bowing to their master. With a flick of his paw, they were on their way. They were nothing but mere pawns that followed and catered to his every whim. They will fight for him, no questions asked; the perfect cannon fodder. They weren’t going to storm Warfang all by themselves. They needed back up. The dragon channelled his energy again, and this time, a new batch of monsters came out. They were trolls, and alongside them were the orcs. They’d last a little bit longer than the grublins. And for good measure, he decided to call forth a few behemoths. They were the tanks that were surely going to pack a punch.
“I think this is enough,” he said as he watched his army march of towards Warfang.
But he’d be an idiot to think that they alone would be able to conquer Warfang by themselves. Quantity didn’t always mean victory, especially then the quality wasn’t top notched. The Guardians’ weren’t stupid. They’ll surely fight back. He needed to be there to ensure the siege would be successful. Last time, it didn’t go so well. He wouldn’t let that happen again. With a content huff, he began to check over the powers he now had regained. He smirked, knowing full well that what he had displayed back at the cavern was only the simplest of techniques he could do. He still had a bag of tricks. And no one, not even Spyro and Cynder could stop him. Their last battle before was a fluke.
He flexed, releasing a bit of elemental energy. He could feel it coursing through his body.
“This is too easy.”
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“Is it me, or is that I feel like something important is about to happen?”
Ember glanced at her companion, Flame, who was sitting next to her. The two were resting at the temple balcony, enjoying their afternoon.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
The fire dragon looked worried. “I have this bad feeling that won’t go away.”
“You think something might have happened to them?” Ember asked.
“I think it’s more than that,” said Flame, gazing outwards. The sky had turned ominously dark. Black thunder clouds rolled from the distance, the sound of lightning booming from the distance. Even the wind began to pick up. It was reminiscent of the time when the Dark Dragon had arrived at the temple, and when Zaze and the others fought him. It was like déjà vu.
“I hope everyone’s okay.” The fire dragon glanced at her mate to find her looking down the ground worried. He offered a comforting paw, making the dragoness smile up at him.
“They’ll be fine. Zaze’s with them.”
“I sure hope so. Then again, we can always count on Zaze, right?”
However, their peaceful conversation soon came to a halt.
The two dragons turned their heads and saw a familiar ice dragon running towards them. The dragon skidded to a halt next to them, out of breath.
“Manuel?” Flame asked. “Are you okay?”
“I-I…oh snap…I’m fine,” he said in between breaths.
“What is it?” Ember asked. “Why were you running?”
“We’re in big trouble.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“We need to get the Guardians! The grublins! They’re back!”
As if on cue, the ground beneath them shook. The three dragons clung to the sides as an earthquake ripped through the area. Beneath the balcony—the temple grounds—had it far worse. The earth was split open and out came the horrendous monsters that came before. A loud roar signalled what they feared the most. The invasion had begun. The three dragons glanced at each other as the monsters climbed out. They needed to get the Guardians. And they needed to get them fast.
“Let’s go!” Flame shouted.
The three dragons raced down the corridor headed to one destination: The Guardians’ Room. Flame was upfront, Ember was in the middle, and Manuel was keeping things in check from the back. The sounds of fighting soon became evident as the temple residents were shaken awake.
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“I do hope we’re not too late,” Cynder said as the group flew.
They’ve been flying for a few minutes now, and the city of Warfang was beginning to draw closer to them.
But Cynder’s words felt empty as the group processed what they saw. Fires were raging everywhere. Buildings were toppled over. Signs of elemental fighting were everywhere. It was like the Siege of Warfang all over again. Except this time, they knew that the leader was here. And he won’t stop until he defeated everyone who can stand in his way. The group veered off to the side, heading to where the fighting seemed to have been heavy. It was the Dragon Temple. A lightshow seemed to greet them as they drew closer. The flashes of blue and the sounds of thunder booming in the distance gave it a cinematic effect. Latis, Crombe, Spyro, and Cynder watched as the other two Guardians fought the monsters. And they were kicking tail.
The Ice Guardian was moving fluidly—which was surprising for someone of his size and age—dipping and dodging the attacks of the orcs and grublins. He dodged left when the attack came and immediately countered with a gut wrenching whack of his tail. The orc was sent back, crashing into a group of grublins that disappeared in a puff of black smoke under his heavy weight. It seemed that friendly fire didn’t matter to the enemies. The orc quickly stood up, roaring and raising his sharp axe at the Ice Guardian. It glowed ominously, before he proceeded to throw it at Cyril. The axe whistled as it raced through the air headed straight for him.
“CYRIL! WATCH OUT!” Spyro called out.
But the Ice Guardian expected as much.
With a smirk, he faced the axe head on. Everybody closed their eyes for a split second as the axe came in close, reaching point blank. But the hit never came. To the young dragons’ surprise, Cyril literally melted into water right before their very eyes. A puddle was the only thing left. Volteer rolled his eyes seeing the technique.
“Where’d he go!?” Latis asked. She did not know that dragons could do that.
Even the orc he was fighting was equally confused. The monster looked around, scanning the battlefield for his enemy. But he need not look further. Cyril got the jump on him. In the blink of an eye, the ice dragon materialized behind him, and was backstabbed with an iced paw.
“And that’s how you do it.” Cyril remarked at his job.
The ice dragon glanced behind him, hearing the Earth Guardian’s voice. Terrador, who had been dealing with his own enemies in the background, had launched an orc into the air. Said orc was headed straight to him, spinning uncontrollably from Terrador’s attack. He needed to finish the job.
Cyril faced the oncoming enemy and opened his maw. Out came his ice element, freezing anything it touched. The orc was hit, and instantly became an ice cube in the blue cold mist. He dropped down the floor with a loud thud, his body locked in a sub-zero cage. Cyril proceeded to launch an icicle that pierced through the ice, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. And the orc was no more.
“Okay, I will admit, that was sick,” Sparx said, as they approached the Ice Guardian.
“Cyril!” Spyro called out.
“Ah, Spyro,” Cyril replied. Then he realized who he was talking to. “SPYRO! YOU’RE ALIVE! Cynder!”
“We’re alive too, thank you very much for worrying,” said Volteer feeling a little left out.
“Nice to have you back Volteer.”
Cyril just glanced at him whilst Volteer rolled his eyes. Flare just watched the interaction between the two.
“I assume all of you know what’s going on?” Cyril asked, reverting back to a more serious tone.
“We do actually,” Spyro replied.
“And you’re not going to like it,” Latis added.
“Wait a minute.” Cyril did a headcount. “Where are the two electric dragons? Zaze and Phase? And where’s Celsius?
“Yeah…about that…” Crombe said, looking at each other. No one really knew how to break the news. It’s not easy to just say that someone died. And the other two basically fused with each other and is now the source of all the problems they’re dealing with. Not to mention the fact that he was actually Malefor.
The explanation was cut off as everyone glanced at the direction of the voice. A large glowing axe was hurled and was headed straight at them. Crombe immediately went into action mode and retaliated. He stomped his paw at the ground, summoning a rock wall just in time to have the axe collide with it, and appropriately get stuck.
“Explanations can wait later!” Volteer shouted. “We need to evacuate everyone to safety!”
“At least tell me who we’re up against!” Cyril replied back.
Cyril blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. It’s Malefor,” Volteer replied. “Now come on!”
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“Come on! Everyone! This way!”
Manuel was shouting at the top of his lungs, directing everyone out. The two Guardians, Cyril and Terrador had tasked them to get their fellow students out of the Dragon Temple and into the underground city below. Flame and Ember were with him, shouting out directions as well.
The fire dragon turned around to find a mole running up to him. His armor clinked and rattled as he ran and he briefly wondered how they managed to move so fast with all that weight.
“What is it?”
The mole was out of breath, and took a second to reply. “We…we need some help! We’re getting over run at the east side!”
“Dang it,” Flame cursed under his breath. They were spread thin enough as it is. The other adults were too busy fighting their own battles.
“What are you going to do?” Ember asked, worried for his decision. The last batch of dragons finally made it through, leaving them four alone in the hallway.
“I have to go.”
“I’m coming with you!”
“No!” Flame shouted. “It’s too dangerous!”
“And what, you’re a better choice than I am?” Ember retaliated. “I’m coming with you, and that’s final! Now come on!”
“What about me!?” Manuel shouted, seeing the two walk off with the mole. He looked down the ground, shoulders slumped. “No one seems to care about me.”
“COME ON MANUEL! WE NEED YOU TOO!” Flame shouted.
Manuel looked up, a wide smile on his face. “FINALLY! I have some screen time!”
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The fire dragon opened his maw and unleashed a torrent of fire at the oncoming wave of grublins. They didn’t stand a chance against the raging fire and disappeared in a puff of black smoke as the fire licked their sorry hides. Once every enemy was gone, he stopped and closed his maw.
A dragon walked up to him and asked. “Overkill?”
“There’s no such thing as overkill,” the older dragon replied. “Anyways, is that all of them, Pyrus?”
“I’m not sure,” Pyrus replied.
The two fire dragons looked to the source of the shout, just in time to see an orc charge at a dragoness who was cornered at a wall. It was time to save a dragoness in distress. The two charged as fast they could, launching fireballs simultaneously to distract the orc. The two fireballs hit, making the orc keel over. He stood up, arranged himself and looked at them with rage.
“Over here, you big lug.”
The orc charged straight at them, angry as a bull, but the two were ready for it. Opening their maws, they unleashed a massive wave of fire that completely incinerated the helpless orc. It died under a puff of black smoke, and just like that, it was no more.
“Are you okay?” Pyrus asked. “Anything hurt kid?”
The ice dragoness smiled at him thankfully. “No. Thank you very much for saving me!”
“Anytime,” Pyre replied, “now go! It’s not safe here.”
The two adults turned around to find three younger dragons and a mole, looking at them.
“Flame?” he asked. It took him a few seconds to recognize his offspring. “Son!” He proceeded to walk over to the young dragon and give him a dragon hug.
Ember just giggled, watching how Flame tried to separate himself from his loving father. Manuel on the other paw was surprised to find that Draiana was with the two adults.
“Draiana? What are you doing here?”
Pyrus looked surprised. “You two know each other?”
The dragoness blinked and walked over to Manuel. “We do. They’re my friends.”
“Good.” The older dragon looked at Manuel seriously. “Watch after her.” Manuel nodded.
“What are you doing here dad?” Flame asked, finally able to get the space he needed.
“What? A dad can’t check up on his son?” he asked rhetorically. “I came back. Our search for anymore remaining dragons out there was over. It’s a good thing too.” The older dragon looked around, emphasizing his point. “It seems you guys have a problem.”
“Sir,” the mole spoke up, “We need to get everyone to safety. It’s not safe here. The Guardians has instructed us to get everyone underground.”
“Did they now?” Pyre asked. “Well then, let’s get to it.”
“Stay close kids,” Pyrus added. “Let the adults deal with this.”
Then as an afterthought, he added, “Whatever this may be.”
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“Quick! Everyone! Get inside!”
Decibele and Alyssa worked side by side and directed everyone to get into the tunnel that led to the underground shelter below. Moles and dragons of all ages rushed to safety, whilst a few others stayed back to help fight the oncoming onslaught of orcs, trolls, and grublins. Fire, ice, lightning and earth were all over the place as the fighting got intense. One by one grublins fell, but the dragons too were taking damage. Teens, adults, elders, no one was an exception to the attack of the army of grublins.
“Are you okay?” Alyssa asked, as two dragons headed into the tunnel entrance. One of them was being helped by the other. A couple of bruises, and even a cut to the dragon’s head was clearly visible, and was bleeding.
“I’m fine,” the ice dragon replied, but clearly he wasn’t. “At least I got to test out what I was taught.”
“Yeah, and you got bodied,” the fire dragon next to him replied. “Next time, don’t be a hero.”
“Get inside you two. Get that wound of yours fixed before you have an infection. And please,” Alyssa looked at them seriously, “heed your friend’s advice.”
The ice dragon nodded. “I will.”
“Is that the last of them?” Decibele asked.
“I think that’s it. Aside from the others who are out fighting, I think that’s everyone in the temple.”
“Now all we have to do is keep this entrance locked and secured. We don’t want any grublins heading down there,” Alyssa pointed to the entrance. The entrance itself was sturdy enough, a rock wall easily deterring any attack. But it has its limits.
“Easier said than done,” replied Decibele seeing the coming group of grublins.
“They just never stop coming.”
Decibele looked at Alyssa. “I’ll cover you.”
The ice dragoness nodded, and bolted into action. She started off launching some icicles at coming group. The grublins took it like candy and disappeared into a puff of smoke. They were nothing more but cannon fodder. The orcs however had a brain and used it. They swatted the icicles with amazing reflexes, and equally attacked back. With one strong swing, one orc sent his sword flying directly at Alyssa, their familiar boomerang sword attack. The sword whistled ominously, spinning at a fast pace as it honed in on the dragoness.
Decibele saw this and seeing as her companion was still busy dragon handling a few orcs at the side, parried the attack for her. She opened her maw, and proceeded to zap the blade out of the air. One precise lightning strike later, the blade was sent of course, and harmlessly embedded itself into the ground. She smirked. They needed to do better than that. Attack after attack, the wave of enemies seemed infinite. But their energy wasn’t. Before long, Decibele and Alyssa were slowing down. And the group of enemies were taking advantage of this.
“Is there no end to them!?” Alyssa shouted as she smacked a grublin to the side with her tail.
Decibele shook her head as she let out a tired sigh. “I don’t think so—LOOK OUT!”
Alyssa barely had a time to react as the wind suddenly got knocked out of her. One orc decided to kamikaze and basically rush her down. Clearly deviating from the game plan, it succeeded in the orc’s favor; he had decided to ram himself into her, and they ended up crashing into the nearby wall. Smoke and debris littered the area as Alyssa’s scream pierced the air. Decibele turned to help her as she was pinned down by the orc, but she too had other matters to attend to. The ice dragoness only had herself to count on. She tried fighting back, but her body was giving up on her. The damage she sustained from crashing into the wall took its definite toll on her body; especially since they’ve been fighting non-stop. The orc however, relished his position. He roared in her face making her ears ring from the loud noise. He raised his sword, a murderous glint in his eyes. Alyssa squirmed frantically but his enemy wouldn’t budge.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the inevitable.
“GET YOUR GRUBBY PAWS OFF OF HER!!!”
It never came.
She opened her eyes just in time to see the image of the orc that had pinned her get swatted away like an annoying fly. One moment he was there, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. What soon came to her vision was an image of a dragon. Her saviour was none other than her knight in shining armor—literally—Cyril.
“Are you alright?” Cyril asked in the gentlest tone she had ever heard him speak. The Ice Guardian was clad in regal looking armor, made out of ice. He had an ethereal glow around him, and his eyes had a darker shade than they were before. She recognized this immediately. He was going through his elemental surge.
“I-I’m fine,” she answered.
“Okay. NOW, he’s seriously showing off.”
Alyssa peered behind Cyril to find that Volteer, and the others were there as well. It would seem that everyone had regrouped at the entrance to the underground tunnel. Even the young dragons were there as well. Flame, Ember and Draiana were watching from the sidelines as Pyre, Pyrus and Terrador fight it out with a couple of grublins. They wanted to help, but they’d only get in the way of the adults.
“Oh come now, Volteer. If it makes you feel better, you’re still my one and only,” said Flare.
“Okay, that was really cool!” Sparx said.
“How do you do that!?” exclaimed Spyro. Then shouted to no one in particular, “WHY IS THAT NO ONE TEACHES ME THESE THINGS!?”
Latis was a bit surprised at his outburst, but somehow understood what he was feeling. Out of everyone, it seemed the purple dragon of legend lacked the ability to do something cool. She walked over to him and gave him a pat at the back.
“I can’t do anything cool…” Spyro said feeling dejected.
Cynder sighed as well. “Somehow, Spyro, I feel your pain.”
“Would you guys stop it already!?” Crombe said. “Did you forget we’re in a battlefield right now?”
Latis nodded. “Crombe’s right. Our first priority is finding Zaze.”
“Don’t you mean Malefor?” Sparx added.
“What? Malefor?” Alyssa asked.
“The Dark Master?” Decibele added.
“Explanations can wait later!” said Volteer. “Right now, we need to deal with the grublins and keep everyone safe.”
And with that, the Guardian sprung off to battle. He was followed by Alyssa and Decibele who gave him some back up.
“I don’t think they’re going to stop,” Cynder said, “We need the find the leader. I think he’s the one summoning all of them.”
“Where do you think he might be?” Spyro asked.
“What is it Sparx?”
Everyone turned to look where the dragonfly was pointing. Up above, a cloud of purple was enveloping the area. It was thick and unnatural. And the main thing was, it all seemed to focus into one area. The four young dragons glanced at each other, knowing full well what this meant.
“I think that’s where he is,” Sparx added.
“Well…what are we waiting for then?” Crombe asked. “It’s time to get Zaze back.”
“I don’t think that’s safe,” said Flare, acting as the voice of reason. “You saw what he could do. You could all die. Frankly, I should be stopping you!”
“If we don’t, who will then?” Spyro asked.
The Fire Guardian blinked. The purple dragon was right. It wasn’t like they could stand up to the Dark Master. She was strong, yes, but she wasn’t confident enough in her skills. She wasn’t even sure if she had it in her to fight, given her current condition.
So with a heavy heart, she glanced at the four of them, and gave a nod.
Spyro turned to his brother. “Sparx, Latis, I think you two should stay behind.”
“What!?” Sparx looked aghast. “No way! Not this again, Spyro! I’m not going to watch from the sidelines like before! This time, I’m coming with you, whether you like it or not!”
“Me too! Zaze saved my life numerous times! I think it’s my turn to return the favour.”
Crombe looked back at the fog. It swirled in place ominously, almost as if beckoning them to go there. “Look, we don’t have time for this. I understand Latis wanting to go but Sparx…If Sparx wants to go, then so be it. Just be sure to understand: we may not come back alive from this.”
Cynder looked a bit shocked, but what Crombe said was true. The Dark Dragon may have been playing with them earlier, but now that he got what he needed, and that was Zaze, there was no more reason to be not serious. She felt the same pressure, fear and anxiety from the time when they fought Malefor. How appropriate.
“I’m ready,” said Latis with a determined look. She didn’t care who she was going to fight. She was doing it for Zaze.
Crombe was a bit apprehensive letting her cousin go along, but she was adamant. And he vowed himself to not let anything happen to her. He was doing well so far. He was going to keep it that way. “Same here.”
Spyro glanced at Cynder who was ready, and had her game face on. With a sigh, he looked at Sparx, who was looking seriously at him.
“Okay then. Grab onto my horn.”
Sparx smiled triumphantly as he did so.
Cynder turned to face Flare, who was looking worried at them. “We’ll be fine.”
And with that, the dragons flew off. Flare watched from the distance, feeling dread wash over her. A familiar saying came to mind, as she gave them a silent prayer.
“May the Ancestors watch over you,” she looked at the fighting, and how everyone was giving it their all to keep the dragons that were sheltered underneath safe; even the moles were fighting alongside them, “may they watch over us all.”
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The group silently travelled—lost in their thoughts—to the location where the purple fog seemed to gather. Each felt anxious and equally scared. They were about to face the Dark Master, Malefor. For Spyro and Cynder, it was like a rerun of movie. They had done this before. They were fairly confident that they can do it again. But in the deeper parts of the two dragons’ heads, they had one thought in common: and that was the concern for their capabilities. Throughout their entire time, they had seen their friends; the Guardians and even their enemies showcase abilities far superior and unlike anything they have seen before. It was like everyone stepped up their game, and made it clear to them that there was more to elemental fighting than breathing fire simply from your maws. The techniques they’ve seen ranged from something as simple as using electricity to make a boomerang like attack, to using your element to protect yourself, like an armor that Cyril did.
It only made it clear to both of them just how much they knew in terms of fighting.
Crombe was flying next to the two who seemed to be silently brooding. He on the other hand kept a focused outlook. He had seen what Phase, Zaze or was it Malefor now? He wasn’t sure. Regardless, he had seen what the Dark Dragon could do and it meant that he was a very dangerous foe that they have to face. Unlike anyone they have ever fought before. He glanced to his left, feeling even more regretful as he looked at his cousin, Latis. He vowed not to let anything happen to her in this fight.
Even if that meant sacrificing himself to keep it that way.
But for Latis, it was more of a personal battle. She was scared. She would have been stupid to think otherwise. But she was here, and she was doing it for Zaze. The dragon she loved. If only she had the courage to tell him before. Because now, he might…Latis shook her head. They were going to find a way. They were going to find a way to bring back Zaze, and get rid of the darkness in him once and for all. She hoped.
“Hey guys! Look!” Sparx called out.
As the group got nearer, the fog seemed to have reacted to their presence. The fog began to flow, and spiralled into what seemed like a small tornado in the middle of the roof. It focused in one single spot and got thicker. Most notably however, it began to form into a shape of a dragon that seemed all too familiar. The group warily landed at the roof, their attention directed to the dragon at the other side. The foggy form of a dragon solidified, and they were met with a younger, beaming Malefor.
“Ah…took you long enough,” he said, “Like what I’ve done with the place?”
“What you’ve done?” Sparx asked. “You didn’t do anything! You’re destroying Warfang!”
Malefor waved a paw, as if to dismiss his statement. “That was only necessary. I wanted to do some renovations. Best way is to start from scratch, right?”
Latis growled. “We won’t let that happen!”
The purple dragon looked shocked. “You? Are you threatening me?” He chuckled at the absurdity. “Seriously? Are you?”
Crombe wanted to smack the smug grin off his face. This guy was full of it. “Yes. We are. You better be scared. Because once we’re done with you, you’re going to wish you didn’t make us angry.”
Malefor chuckled again. “Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Last time, it was just these two dragons that fought with me,” he said, motioning to Spyro and Cynder.
“And we won!” Spyro said triumphantly.
“Correction, you didn’t.” He shot him a deadly look. “That only happened because you got help from the Ancestors. This time,” he smirked, “I’ll make sure you don’t. And besides, what do you have against me, the purple dragon of legend!”
“We have a purple dragon too, you know!” Sparx shouted back. Malefor’s pride was getting to him. He wanted the guy to shut up.
“A purple dragon who doesn’t know anything,” he replied smartly. “Tell me Spyro, what’s the strongest technique that you know that doesn’t involve Convexity?”
Spyro blinked. He was…stumped.
“Don’t let him get to you Spyro, this is Malefor we’re talking about,” Cynder said, giving him some comforting words.
But Malefor’s words hit him in the core. “But Cynder, he’s right. I don’t really know anything else…”
“You made it this far Spyro,” Crombe said, noticing the dragon’s moral falter. “If you made it this far that means it has to amount to something.”
Seeing the dejected look on Spyro made Malefor smile. This was too easy. So easy it made him feel bad killing them. Just a tiny bit of remorse though. That must have been Zaze’s persona seeping.
“Case in point,” he said, directing everyone’s attention back to him, “it’s four against one. And yet the odds of me winning are still ten to one.”
“Hey! You’re forgetting me!” shouted Sparx.
“What are you going to do? Annoy me to death?” Malefor spat back. “I would actually be impressed if you could actually pull that off. Regardless, you have a purple dragon that doesn’t know anything; and his girlfriend who’s equally in the same position. What has the Guardians been teaching you?” he asked rhetorically. He snorted. “Probably the dragons that have a chance against me are Crombe and Latis. And even then that’s slim.”
“You’re too smug,” said Crombe.
Malefor smirked. “You’re not brash if you can back it up.”
“I say bring it.”
“You’re going to wish you never said that,” said Malefor with a smug grin. “I think it’s time for me to show you what a true purple dragon can do.”
“Sparx, I think you should go to a corner now,” said Spyro.
Sparx didn’t argue. He could feel the tension. Moments ticked by as he quietly flew off to the side. One could probably drop a pin and hear it crash into the floor. The only sounds that could be heard were the fighting that was going on in the background, the thunder booming from the distance, and the beating of their hearts.
It was now or never.
Malefor flexed slightly. “Let’s get this over with.”
He let out an animalistic roar, before charging straight forward at them. Cynder and Latis immediately retaliated, launching acid and icicles at the purple dragon. With quick agility, Malefor dodged it with ease, heading straight towards Spyro. Crombe wasn’t going to let this guy get close. He knew full well what he could do if he did. Stomping hard on the ground, a large earth wall planted itself between them and the charging dragon.
“You think that’s going to stop me?!”
Malefor jumped up, charging his paws with electricity to double the effect. The four dragons watched as the dragon sailed up into the air, before raining down on them with lightning bolts, and fireballs. Everyone dispersed quickly, trying to evade the flaming hell being brought down on them. Latis quickly recovered and shot icicles at the airborne dragon. Malefor easily swatted them away with a flick of his tail and shot back a large boulder. Spyro quickly saw this and used what little training he had to deflect it.
“This better work!”
He focused his inner earth element to his tail, recalling the training he got from Terrador. He jumped, spun and with pinpoint timing, managed to hit the big rock mid-air. His tail made a resounding crack as it whipped it straight back to Malefor. The dragon smiled as the boulder was hurled at him. Maybe this fight was going to be interesting. The purple dragon channelled his element and breathed a cloud of ice. The boulder froze in place, freezing down to its very core. He quickly followed up by smacking it with his fire powered paw. The boulder cracked into a million sharp icicles, and rained down at the four other dragons.
“GET OUT THERE!” Sparx yelled at the top of his lungs.
The air whistled as millions of millions of sharp icicle daggers rained from the sky. They barely had time to make a defense. Spyro and Crombe immediately summoned an earth wall big enough to cover themselves and the other two dragonesses. The sound of cracked glass echoed through the air as the daggers embedded itself into the sturdy earth, shattering itself on impact.
“Good show!” a voice called out. The rock wall receded itself into the ground, and they got a glimpse of Malefor clapping at them. “I must say. You four make a good team. It’s almost unfair.” He smiled. “Let’s make it more interesting shall we?”
Before they could even response, water began to form beside him. And in a blink of an eye, it took a shape of a dragon. And after that, it solidified itself into another dragon completely. Right there, standing next to him, was a complete copy of him.
“WHAT!? HE CAN CLONE HIMSELF!?” Sparx shouted, completely flabbergasted. “How do you even do that!?”
Spyro, Cynder, Latis and Crombe were equally stunned. This was unlike anything they’ve ever seen before. And to top it off, it seemed that the other dragon was completely sentient.
“Let’s kick some butt.”
The twin dragons charged, running parallel from each other. Before the four dragons could even react, the two disappeared into thin air.
“Where’d they go!?” Spyro shouted.
Spyro turned his head just in time to get smacked with a tail. His body flew to the side, and before he could even land, he was launched straight up into the air by his attacker.
“Got you in my sights!” Malefor opened his maw and unleashed a torrent of fireballs headed straight up to Spyro. He was still momentarily stunned to even do anything.
“Spyro!” Cynder yelled. She charged at Malefor who merely glanced at her. As soon as he was done launching fireballs up in the air, the purple dragon punched the ground as hard as he could. The ground began to crack in half, and it seemed to hone in on Cynder. It stopped a few paces from her, before blowing out fiery flames, stopping her in her tracks. Just at that moment, Spyro was crashing down from the air, burnt from the fireballs that struck him. Malefor jumped and smacked him head on, and sent his body flying straight at Cynder who never saw it coming. The two bodies collided, and skidded to a halt at the corner where Sparx.
“Are you two okay!?” Sparx shouted, as he checked over them. “Please don’t be dead!”
At the other side, Crombe and Latis were back to back. The other Malefor was moving so fast, he was nearly invisible. It was reminiscent of Zaze’s signature move.
“I can’t see him!” Latis said, as her eyes darted left to right, trying to catch a glimpse of the purple blur. “He’s moving too fast!”
“Am I now?”
Latis turned her head, just in time to see Crombe get punched straight in the maw and was sent flying through the air. The dragon immediately summoned an earth wall and this served as a backboard in which Crombe bounced off from it with a reverberating thud.
She tried to get to him, but she was met with a strong force, that sent her flying straight back. It was Malefor’s doppelganger.
“Not this time, little missy,” he said.
“Hey!” Malefor called to his double.
“Got it!” he replied. The double tapped him in the shoulder, and began to melt in an instant. In a blink of an eye, he was gone, and Malefor stood alone again.
Malefor glanced at the earth dragon, was now standing up again. “I think it’s time to end this.”
He sprinted straight at Crombe, who was still dizzy from being thrown around like a ragdoll. The exhaustion was getting to him. His entire body ached. He felt like he was struck by a truck. And the battle wasn’t even done yet. He looked up to see Malefor charging straight at him. He knew for a fact he was going to die if he got hit again. Putting up his best defense, he blocked high, then low and appropriately afterwards as Malefor attacked him non-stop. Punch here, punch there; they were moving at ludicrous speeds and Crombe himself was surprised he was still breathing at that point. His survival instincts were kicking in, and he successfully blocked attack after attack, one after the other.
“Can’t you do anything!?” Sparx shouted, as he tried to help Spyro and Cynder up. The two were finally recovering.
“I can’t!” Latis replied. “If I try shooting icicles, I might hit Crombe!” Latis mentally beat herself up for it. She was frustrated. Crombe was getting mauled by Malefor and she couldn’t do a thing to stop his barrage of attacks. The last thing they’d want to happen is friendly fire.
“What do we do Spyro?” Cynder asked, her voice sounding ragged.
“We do what we did before.” Spyro breathing was equally heavy. He was going to be sore in the morning. “And that is we hit him with Convexity.”
“How!? He’s moving too fast,” Cynder reasoned.
That was when the idea hit Latis.
Meanwhile, Crombe could only block for so long. After faking a high, then going for a low, Malefor’s hit finally connected, hitting Crombe square in the side. He staggered to the side, and was met with a bone crunching punch to the face. His body crumpled and he could see his vision flicker. The purple dragon grinned. It was time to end this dragon. With a strong kick, he sent him flying straight up into the air. Using his electric element, he created a whip and basically lassoed Crombe in.
“GET OVER HERE!”
Crombe was pulled straight back down, and was met with another bone crunching, earth powered punch to the face. His body was sent flying, before skidding down the floor, lying motionless. Malefor reared up, and focused all of his elemental power in his maw. He was going to make sure that this time: the dragon wasn’t going to get up again.
“He’s going to use Convexity!” Sparx shouted.
“What!?” Cynder asked. “But Crombe won’t survive that!”
Spyro watched as the dragonesses sprang into action before realizing what must be done.
Cynder frantically launched blobs after blobs of acid at Malefor, but they were deflected, as if a shield was surrounding him. Spyro himself was doing his best to launch projectiles as well.
Latis ran as fast as her legs could carry her. One thought was in her head in all of this. She needed to get there in time. If not, Crombe was going to die.
Time seemed to have gone into slow motion as the scene took place. Latis arrived just as Malefor released the Convexity. A flash of purple beam sailed through the air, and hit its target with one hundred percent accuracy. A flash of light blinded them momentarily, hindering them from seeing what had happened to the other two. Spyro however, caught a glimpse of the shield flicker. Malefor must have over extended himself.
He immediately capitalized on the moment.
“Cynder! Convexity! Now!”
The dragoness nodded, and then channelled what elemental energy she had left. Spyro did the same, and in perfect unison, blasted the same beam straight at Malefor. A loud roar came out, followed by another explosion of light. Malefor shouted in agony as he was blasted full force by the two strong beams of energy. Sparx had to close his eyes to stop himself from going blind. After what seemed like a few precious tense moments, he opened them. A purple dragon’s body laid flat on the floor next to another dragon, motionless. There was another dragon’s body, a few feet from them. Spyro, Cynder and Sparx felt rooted to their spots, unsure of what to do next.
The first one to stir was the purple dragon. He groaned, sitting up. His entire body ached. Cuts and bruises covered him all over. His vision was blurry, but it immediately cleared up when he looked to his side. Lying next to him was an ice dragoness.
“L-Latis…?” he called out.
The dragoness stirred slightly, and meekly opened her eyes to look up at him. “Z-Zaze…is that you?”
“I’m here,” he replied. He walked over to her, and felt his heart break. The injuries she sustained did not look good. Tears began to well up in his eyes as the realization of his actions came at him full force. A few of them even dropped down to Latis’ face.
“What have I done…?”
Latis tried to stand, but she couldn’t move. Instead, she just looked up at Zaze and smiled warmly at him; at the very least she tried.
“Don’t beat yourself up for it.” Her breathing sounded ragged. She had trouble speaking the words.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen. I could see it all…and I couldn’t do anything to stop myself.”
“Zaze…” Latis rasped, signalling Zaze to lean in close to hear her. “What’s done is done. What matters is that we brought you back. And I managed to save you instead.” She let out a grunt, as she felt her consciousness slipping. Sleep felt so good.
“Zaze…before I forget.”
“What is it?”
“I never had the chance to tell you this before…but…Zaze…I…I…”
Even talking felt painful now. But she was going to make sure she’d say it.
“Zaze…I love you.”
That was it.
And at that moment, her consciousness slipped.
Zaze watched as the words slip from her maw, and rock him down to the very core. He didn’t have time to contemplate, as Latis closed her eyes, and rested her head, motionless.
He pressed his paws to her neck, checking for signs of life.
There was none.
He tried frantically again, shouting words of denial. But no matter how hard he tried, her pulse was gone. Tears welled up in his eyes blinding his vision. He tried to shake her, but she wouldn’t wake.
There was no answer.
“Zaze,” a voice called out. He had been so caught up in the moment; he didn’t notice the sounds of paw steps coming up to him. He turned his head, to see Spyro looking at him with an emotionless expression. But even then, he could tell that he was holding back his emotions.
Cynder was right next to him, crying silently. Sparx himself was crying as well.
“I’m sorry Zaze,” Spyro said.
Zaze turned his head back to look at Latis’ lifeless body.
This was all because of him. Because of him, Latis was dead. The one dragoness he always cared for. The one dragoness he never knew had fallen in love with him, was now gone.
Zaze looked up to the skies and desperately looked for answers, but there was none. All at once, his emotions came out like a flood.
The skies turned dark, and then proceeded to rain.
It was as if it was grieving alongside him, for the death of a dragon.
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And that's it folks. That's it. The story has ended. Honestly, it's a bit of a shocker, but if you look at it overall, majority of the plotpoints have been explored. We now know who Zaze truly is. We've defeated the Dark Dragon. We've saved Spyro and Cynder, as well as the two captured Guardians. Zaze's vision has even come true, which was from Legacy of Legends 1. I have left a few plotpoints however, for further growth.
The ending of this story is purposefully left somewhat open ended, to make it easier for me, to make a SEQUEL! If that's what you guys want, that is. As you can read from above, it's rather depressing isn't it? Things would never be the same anymore, on the third installment, if there ever is one. If you guys do want one, please, leave comments down below saying do. They do matter.
Writing this fanfic has been one hell of a ride. The internet fritzing out multiple times, my school life going hectic because of deadlines. But I'm glad you guys stuck around through it all. And for that I thank you. This fanfic, (this series actually) has been by far the best one out of all the one's I've made. With the implementation of social arcs, the fighting, and the overall drama of it all. It's just great!
Kudos to those that can get the reference of techniques the dragons used in the fight.
All things come to an end, and we, I and Alec the Dark Angel, must bid you farewell for now.
Remember, if you guys want a sequel to this, leave comments down below saying you do. If you want me to make a DIFFERENT fanfic, you could say that too.
This fanfic was posted on March 24, 2013, and was finished, on March 24, 2014. Hey! Would you look at that? DANG!
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