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Chapter Five: The sound of Battle

Brandon and everyone else for that matter but the grey Cheetah froze. The image of Malefor younger self raced though the human teen mind as his jaw slightly dropped. Brandon thought that Malefor couldn't be his father, he was a human, while him; a dragon! Brandon was the first to shake the frozenness first.

"What?" he asked still in a somewhat daze. "What do you mean? He can't be my father! He's a dragon and I'm a human; my mother is a human!" the elderly women moved closer to take his hand, but he jerked away. "I want answers!" the others started to come out of their daze as well. Terrador watched Brandon, seeing if he could find any thing that would link him to Malefor. Volteer seemed thrilled but shocked at the same time, when Brandon came to the Temple; he found a book saying how many humans use to live in their world. Some even had children with each other. But the child would always be the same as their mother. Cyril was a little bit shocked as well, but didn't seem to care much, only when he remembered Brandon was the offspring of their foe.

"When your mother was a little younger then you," she began looking up as if remembering. "She and Malefor were the greatest of friends, they did all their training together, but this was done in secret; only a handful of dragons and Cheetahs knew of your mother for fear many would think of her as an ape. She was different then many humans though, she possessed speed, power, and smarts and she was very beautiful. Many of the dragons that knew her were males mind you, young dragons that wanted her as a mate. But she rejected them all; she didn't care for any of them for she knew what they wanted. Malefor was one of these dragons that wanted her as his mate, but he loved her more then anything." She shook her head. "I saw the way he moved around her, at first it was a gentle brush of his side to her, to some times a kiss on her hand. Your mother would only smile and return such a thing." As Brandon listened he tried to think of his mother kissing such a monster. Spyro saw his face and moved closer to him as Brandon looked down at him. "For years until she was about twenty, she and Malefor trained until the Blackness, as the one who was evil before him called; attacked.

"It was a fight that no one had every seen, your mother ran into the battle with a black blade in her hand and wearing only her clothing. Malefor ran with her, both to stop Blackness and to keep your mother safe. The battle was intense, I saw from the hiding place I was, seeing your mother get knocked down, only to jump back up. But Blackness got her badly...Malefor seeing your mother laying on the ground thinking she was dead became enrage and attacked Blackness with everything he had. But before the last blow was heard; she said something to him that I still remembered to this day until you would come. 'Do not slay me purple dragon,' she said. 'If you spear me, I will grant you what you want; her!' I saw her point to where your mother laid, Malefor started to pounder until he nodded letting her up. I wanted to run out and stop her; but I was scared. She touched your mother on her head as a glow was seen; then nothing. She whispered something to Malefor then disappeared. Your mother woke up as soon as she left; Malefor was overjoyed, even more when your mother held his head and kissed him deeply; then...I watched as they mated." As she finished her tale, Brandon heart was racing. He couldn't believe his mother would do something like this without her being controlled!

"What happened next?" he asked looking at his mother old friend.

"The next day she awoken to her self, Malefor told her what had happened in his way no doubt as she held her belly. Since everyone thought that Blackness was gone, she had to leave. Malefor wished for her to stay, but she refused; she wanted her child, you, to live the life she never had." Brandon looked down to the ground as she told him this; the only thing he didn't get was why he didn't at least tell him his father name? "And I'm sure the Guardians here know what happens next?" Terrador nodded his head as he move forward.

"It was said that when Malefor went off for scouting, he was attacked by an unknown force, causing him to become corrupted to the dragon we know today." Everyone remade silence until the Cheetah went up to Brandon, as he looked to her.

"Brandon," she told him in a gentle voice. "Do not think that you are like your father; your not. As I told you, your eyes do show the eyes of Malefor; but, you also have caring gentle and hope filled eyes like your mothers'." Brandon only gave her a slight nod, she was about to tell him somthign else when a low but low horn was blown.

"Apes to the north!" a mole came running in wearing goggles as he skid to a stop in front of everyone. "There are Apes to the north being lead by a dragon!" Terrador was the first to move toward him in a heartbeat.

"What kind of dragon?" he demanded as the mole looked back for a quick second.

"Purple sir; a large purple dragon is leading them!"

Brandon took a step back from hearing who was leading them; Spyro gripped his claws to the ground as he knew that his foe was now free. The Guardians muttered to each other as Cynder rushed in.

"Spyro!" she cried. "He's back! Malefor is back!" Spyro nodded as she stopped in front of both him and the human. She say Brandon look and seemed regretful for missing the meeting because she slept in. The Cheetah went up to Brandon and within her robe, pulled out a long sword. The sword looked to be about forty-two inches, the handle long enough for the user to use one hand, or maybe to from where the teen stood. The handle and hilt alone looked black like the sky as the Cheetah had said, the sword holder was also black, but with red rubies going down the side; each the size of a fingernail. She held the blade toward Brandon as moles and dragons from within the temple ran past them, Spyro and Cynder were one of these dragons that ran; knowing that they were needed.

"Take it," she encouraged. "It is fitting that you would take your mother blade when the time was right, I always imaging the day when I would meet you and hand you this blade, but I imagined it; a lot more...difference." Brandon gave a small smirk, knowing what she meant and brought his hands out, palm up to take the sword. She laid the sword on his hands as his fingers curled around the blade; he traced his fingers up the sleuth with care until he gripped the hilt. Pulling it out with the sound of a ting, the full black sword was out. It looked to be a one edge sword, the other edge where he kept toward him, looked like if he wished to block more; he could put his hand on and push back, without cutting himself. The sword glistened in the light caused by the fire in the room as he held it up.

(Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess Song; when Link removed the master sword.)

Brandon looked at the sword one last time before returning to its home and strapped it to his back, Terrador ran up to him seeing the blade and gave a slight nod.

"It fits you," he answered with another nod. "Have you fought before?"

"Only once, but I only stabbed the Apes with Cynder around; this will be my first real fight!" Terrador looked a bit worried at first, sending the human into a full range battle with no skills what so ever. "But," he went on. "I'm going into this fight even if you don't allow me to! I gave it some thought and Spyro was right in a way; this is my duty to stop the Dark Master. But I'm not doing it because I have to; but because I want to!" The earth dragon gave a smile and brought a paw to his shoulder.

"You have a heart of a true warrior!" a mole ran up to them then looked to Brandon; it gave a weird look to him but shook it off.

"Are you fighting?" he asked while looking at Brandon up and down.

"Yes," his answer was plain and simple.

"Not like that you're not, you'll be cut to ribbons; Terrador!" he turned to the Guardian. "If you allow me, I'll take the...err...what are you?"

"Human," answer Brandon chuckling.

"Human right, if you'll allow me, let me take the human and get him some armour just in case. I over heard how this is his first major fight and I hate to see someone killed because they ran into battle with nothing but cloth and a fancy sword." Terrador turned to Brandon as the human nodded.

"Very well, but be quick about it; we need everyone we can offered in the battle, who's knows what Malefor brings with him in the shadow!" The mole nodded and lead Brandon down deeper into the Temple as the Cheetah followed the women and children who couldn't fight into hiding inside one of the rooms in the Temple as the earth dragon went toward the other dragons and moles, even some Cheetahs in the city who came stood beside them ready for anything; everyone was dead silence.

The moles one the wall sat on their cannons and held their blade tightly in their paws. The last foes they fought looked more like dead trees. But these one, the Apes were bigger and faster; some didn't think hey would make it, but they still stood tall. The some of the dragons flew over the other walls, just in case of a sneak attack. They didn't know if Malefor would send another Golem after them like the last time, so they wished to be ready. Spyro and Cynder with the Guardians and many other dragons stood by the Temple, waiting to be called. The sound of marching feet were soon heard from far off, everyone knew that a sound like that meant many feet's; a army. Some of the moles moved back from their post one a second before moving forward again. The cannons were all set as they pointed somewhat upward for long range attacks. A bellowing roar was heard yards away as Spyro claw dig deep into the earth knowing who it was. He and Cynder both regretted leaving their armour here in the tower on top of the temple behind them; but they had no time to go and be grabbed in their steel; they needed to fight now! Cannon shots was heard being fired, and soon after the sound of the earth breaking where it landed, soon many more were shot as the Guardians flew into the air toward the walls. The moles with them ran below them screaming their battle cries as Spyro and Cynder gave each other one last look; before going into flight themselves.

Deep within the Temple, some of the moles that hid with their kin took weapons they found hanging on the walls and went to the door in case of a break in. Brandon was also in their room was the mole that took him there gone to found the armour to fit him. Some of the moles and Cheetahs watched Brandon, not knowing what he was or why he was heard, and watched again as the same mole took measurements of his arms and legs and chest; then disappeared again. Some of the children cried in their mothers and father's arms, their parents crying to clam them down, telling them it would be alright. Brandon felt their children fear and fright and it caused him to want to fight for them even more! He didn't want these children to go on without the one they loved, at last the mole came out with a cart full of black steel.

"Sorry it took so long!" he cried. "But I had to meld some of the armour together to fit you, and black is the best kind of armour we have; light but strong!" Brandon gave a nod as the mole rushed to the cart putting on the feet part first. "I must say though," he went on strapping the feet on. "Some of the armour I found were already human made, though smaller; as if it could hold somthign smaller then you." He ran back to the cart as Brandon was lost in his own thoughts of what was happing outside. Soon he felt the legs and thigh parts be put on, as someone came to help the mole. The mole looked female, a little child by her side holding her leg while looking at Brandon. As they went to look for the next part, Brandon knelt down to see the child as it hid behind its mother leg.

"It's alright," Brandon said in a soothing voice. "I won't hurt you." The child removed itself from its mother leg and moved closer to the human. Unlike the other moles this one didn't wear goggles; or the mothers for that matter. It looked at Brandon with wide blue eyes as Brandon smiled. "Don't worry," he answered. "Everything will be fine, you'll see." The child saw Brandon sword on his back and Brandon saw its eyes. Unclipping the sword he pulled it out and laid it on the ground. The small mole looked down at the sword and brought a paw out to touch but stopped and looked up. Brandon nodded as the mole held the blade in its paws and tried to lift it; but it was too heavy. Brandon gave a laugh and so did the child.

"Thank you," the child sounded male. "My daddy went to fight, and I always wanted to touch a sword. He said when I get older I would get his blade like his father did to him; did your daddy give you this sword?" Brandon looked away.

"No," he answered. "I...never knew my father, this was my mother blade; she was a fighter as I am now." The child looked up at him and cocked his head to the side.

"But where is your mommy?" he asked looking deep in his eyes. Brandon sighed and turned away. "She's dead."

Apes had already broken though the gates, the moles with the cannons had broken some of their waves; but not enough to hold them back. By the gate Cynder tried her best to keep the Apes off of Spyro while he tired to close the gate by using the fire switch. But every time he would o to the other side, the fire would blow out; and it was making him tried.

"We can't keep this up forever!" cried Spyro as he went to the other side again as Cynder slashed though another Ape.

"I know!" she cried, a Ape screamed as it ran past Cynder in a fire like spin until it fell over dead. Cynder and Spyro alike turned to see Ember glide down and land by Spyro.

"Need some help?" she squeaked as another dragon, the same size of Spyro landed by Cynder.

"Cause I think you two need it!" this dragon had the same horns as Spyro, but his body was a deep red with a yellow underbelly, he puffed up his chest and blew fire toward the door to knock off some of the Apes trying to get in. Cynder gave a slight smile, knowing that they may have a better chance know with a few more fire breathers here. Ember went to the other side of the gate and blew her own fire onto the troche as the gate at last; closed. Cynder and Spyro both fell on as they gasped for breath, but their break didn't last long as a mole shouted over head.

"They're going toward the Temple on the south side!" he cried. "We can't send any over their; can you stop them?" Spyro was up as well as Cynder.

"Don't worry!" Spyro called back. "You just worry about these Apes up here; we'll get the ones in the south, if you need any fire breathers to close the gate again tell Cyril to send an ice blast in the air!" The mole saluted and disappeared as Ember and the red dragon walked up.

"We'll help too!" cried the red male. "I've heard so much of you and Cynder that I wish to help!" Ember smiled toward Spyro and gave a wink to him as Spyro blinked.

"And I'll go where ever you go Spyro!" both Spyro and the red dragon turned to Ember in a surprised gaze as a yellow light flew toward Spyro; crashing into his chest.

"Sparx," Asked Spyro as the yellow dragonfly pulled himself away from his brother chest. "Are you okay?"

"Ow..." moaned the dragonfly holding his head. "No milk with my cookie mommy..." Cynder rolled her eyes.

"He's fine...now what are you doing here?" Sparx blinked then snapped his fingers.

"Right, the temple is almost being over run! But there this weird looking ape with a black sword helping some other moles that went to hide fends them off! I don't know how long they can make it though!" Cynder and Spyro looked to each other and nodded.

"You two want to help right?" both the fire dragons nodded as he nodded as well. "Lets go then!" he took to the air with Sparx beside him, Cynder behind and the two new dragons close behind toward the Temple which was now starting to smoke. The only thing that bugged Spyro was; where was Malefor?