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Chapter Three: Power Within

Again Cynder was on the back of Brandon. But she had to be more carful when hanging on his back because stripped behind his back hip with Alpha sword. When they awoken, Brandon came into the cave he found for them an hour later with the sword. Cynder asked why he had the sword and he answered saying that it would be better to be armed then not; which she had to agree. On the way toward Warfang Brandon asked if Cynder could tell him a bit about Warfang and its people; and maybe her adventure with the purple dragon.

"The thing was huge!" she cried holding his neck with one arm. "I swear we could've been crashed many times!" Brandon nodded a little lost in his own thoughts at the moment until Cynder tapped his head with her nail. "Hey you okay?" she asked as Brandon sighed.

"It's just..." he started. "Why didn't my mom tell me about this world? Or her past life for that matter, it seems very weird to me how she would keep something like this from me you know?" he looked up toward the blue sky which was covered with white clouds. "I mean, like I said I love dragons and I think their cool! Maybe I would've thought that what she was telling me was just a story, but still...I wish she told me before she was killed." Cynder gave it some thought as she soaked up what he was telling her.

"I'm sure she had a good reason Brandon." She told him in a soft voice. "I mean maybe she didn't want to tell you because she thought it would give you nightmares; I heard that the last Dark Master was even worst then Malefor!" that name seemed to click inside the human head.

"And that name...Malefor, it's like I heard it before long ago..." he shook his head as he pushed his way though a bush. "I don't know, but I think mom said that name once when I was young...but I can't remember why she did." He rubbed his head as he sighed. "I hate not knowing what's going on!" This caused the black dragon Cynder to chuckle as he grumbled until they pushed past the last tree to come to a large field; with Warfang before them. It amazed Brandon how a large city could be made out of stone when they didn't have the technology like his race held within their minds. After a few moments of looking, the human with Cynder still wrapped around his neck began to walk toward the gate of Warfang.

Every mole watched as the human carried Cynder though the gates. Eyes widened with both amazement of what he was; but always fear of who he was. But the green and black hair human didn't mind the looks he was getting, all that matter now was meeting Spyro in real life; and getting Cynder leg fixed.

"Are you alright Brandon?" the human didn't respond to her question as she sighed. "Are you thinking what Spyro told you?" again he said nothing. "Come on say something!"

"Ignitus knew something about me," he finally answered. "What did he know, why didn't he tell me; these are the things I wanted to know, I know you're friends with him but still, why did he hold these things from me?" he looked down. "After my mother died, I was alone, I never knew much of her, then that purple dragon comes in and starts telling me things about my mother that I didn't know!" his hands tighten on his hold on Cynder but loosen when he heard her yelp. "It makes me feel...betrayed. Like my mother didn't care for me enough to tell me of her past life before I was born." Cynder listened closely as she spoke.

"Brandon," she started. "I mother always trusts their child if they know it will help them. I'm sure she didn't tell you because maybe the shock would be to great for you then. But look at yourself now!" she pointed to him with her tail going up and down. "You saved me from getting my neck strangled by that ape, and you have a sword to better help the lives of people here!"

"Who said I was going to help?" again he went back to silence as Cynder only frowned. As Brandon looked around, the sound of steady beats of wings soon filled the air as he and Cynder looked up; to see three large dragons with a smaller dragon fly toward them.

The first to land was a large light green dragon, dark purple like spikes going down his back to the tip of his tail which held a mean looking club to crush anyone in his path. Under his chin was the same dark purple horn that looked more like a goatee to the human. His wings a light red while two tan horns curved back from his head; green eyes locked on to his. The next to land was a bit smaller then the last dragon. His scales shone a bright yellow with a bit a light yellow looking like blots of lightening on his body. His underbelly looked like a mixture of light blue and white and just like the last dragon, his curved horns and chin horn matched his underbelly. Wings were as yellow as his body with a few holes, no doubt from the heat of battle; after said dragon landed, the next one surprised the human. It looked almost all blue, but his body looked more like ice or crystal. The last to land was Spyro as Brandon only glared, hating him for knowing more of his mother then himself knew.

"What an amazing little creature!" Brandon turned his gaze from Spyro to see the yellow dragon look right at him with yellow eyes; as he spoke a little too fast. "Never in all my...my...my studies have I ever seen such a creature like this up close before its such an interesting find don't you think dare Terrador?" Brandon just blinked as the yellow dragon spoke at a speedy like voice, repeating the words from time to time because of him speaking so fast. A small Yellow light flew beside Spyro head as Brandon heard a sigh.

"What did he say?" when Brandon looked closer he saw that it looked like a small dragon fly; all yellow.

"He said," answered Spyro. "That Brandon here is something he never seen before."

"Oie," the dragonfly answered. "Why didn't he just say so?" Terrador nodded his head.

"As much as I hate to agree with Sparx," he rolled his eyes. "But I wish you would just say what you mean Volteer, so we all can understand!" Volteer just glared at the earth dragon then smirked.

"That's like me telling you to stop being a war dragon and start being a healer!" the earth dragon eyes widened. "See?" The ice dragon rolled his eyes and turned to Brandon.

"Please excuse the bumbling fool over here," he told the human. "It seems that dragon like he doesn't know when to shut up." Volteer cleared his throat.

"I was just pointing out my cold shoulder friend Cyril, that this is the first human I've seen since the time I was a young dragon!" Cyril rolled his eyes.

"Yes and he would want to stay here for hours listening to your speak of foolishness!" Volteer titled his head.

"You think he would?" the ice dragon brought a paw to his muzzle and shook his head. Cynder tapped Brandon head as the human turned and nodded kneeling down so she could jump off. When she landed on the ground she had a light limp, but was able to get to Spyro side.

"What happened?" asked the purple dragon. Cynder turned to Brandon as the Guardians looked to each other.

"How about," answered Terrador. "We go into the temple and speak there?"

Everyone listened to both of Brandon and Cynder story of what happened to them, but they and Spyro kept to themselves who the Chronicler was until he would show himself.

"The Chronicler told Brandon hat he was needed, the last key to fully stop the Dark Master!" Cynder went on with the story. "But not to sound rude Brandon but..." she and the dragons turned to the human as he sigh.

"I know I know," he answered rolling his eyes. "How is someone like me going to help...wait!" he crossed his arms. "Who said I was going to help anyway! I'm trying to find a way back home!" Spyro sat up at once.

"Didn't you hear the Chronicler Brandon?" he asked almost like a growl. "Both of our worlds are in danger!"

"So what!" everyone shot their heads back from the force of his voice. "You think I give a dame? After my mother died no one wanted to help me, no one cared for me! So why in god name should I help a world that turned its back to me; or help a world I don't belong from?"

"Sounds to me like you're a coward!" growled Terrador as Brandon shot him a glare.

"Oh don't start with me!" growled Brandon back in his human way. "I was almost beheaded, popped in a forest from my home and now finding out that I'm to help stop a evil purple dragon? You guys are in for a surprised because I'm not helping!"

"What would your mother say..." Brandon shot his head to Spyro who had his head down.

"What did you just say?" asked Brandon though clutched teeth. Spyro looked up and saw the human glare as he in turn glared back.

"Your mother helped stop a even greater evil then Malefor, and she didn't even know these lives! And now you're turning your back to your duty? This is your destiny Brandon; you're mother would want this!" The human shot up from his seat and tackled the purple dragon to the ground. Volteer and Cyril looked to pull them apart but Terrador stopped them, shaking his head telling them to let them fight it out.

Spyro and Brandon rolled on the ground until Spyro kicked Brandon under his gut sending him rolling on the ground. When he got back up he didn't have time to move as Spyro tackled him in the chest. Brandon lost his breath but regained it as he grabbed on Spyros' horns and started to lift him off the ground. Spyro yelp in surprised as the human slammed him on his back hard causing his to chock out a bit. Again Brandon was on top of the legendry dragon as he punched his face as hard as he could only to meet a rock between his hands and Spyro face. Screaming in pain, his hand jerked back as he was pushed by Spyro strong wind into a nearby wall. Spyro got back up himself as he panted as he watched the human slowly stand, his breath coming out in short heavy gasps

"Don't you DARE!" screamed Brandon. "Say what my mother wants!" Spyro smirked; as if wanting to make the human made.

"Why not herm?" he circled the human. "Maybe you are right, maybe she didn't tell you of her past because she didn't love you!" Brandon eye twitched.

"Shut up!" he cried going on his knees holding his head. "Shut up shut up!" But Spyro went on.

"Hell maybe your father was just someone who paid her to get in bed with her! Your mother is nothing more then a_ whore!_" The room went silent as Spyro said those words. Brandon body shook with rage as his hands started to steam. The Guardians saw this and watched in amazement as the human stood and ran toward the dragon before him; his arm now a fury of fire! Punching a way that Spyro once was, it creaked and fire shot from within as the human turned with red eyes as he roared a dragon like roar and attacked Spyro. But before he could connect the attack he stopped and held his head screaming out in pain. Everyone watched as he fell on his knees again and soon, on his face. As Brandon slowly slept from the energy he used. The red fire from his arm turned from its large red flame, to a small purple fire; then to nothing.