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Chapter Six: Past Returns

As the four dragons and dragon-fly flew over the city of Warfang, they couldn't see a single Ape at all, Moles ran toward the northing gate looking as if fear gripped their faces. Spyro was getting worried though, the Mole told them that the Temple was being attacked, yet why would the Moles run the other way?

"I don't like how they're running the other way Spyro," Cynder called out of the howling on the wind. "It reeks of something is wrong!" Spyro could only nod as Sparx stopped in front of them; causing them to hover.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on a second here! Are you saying that something is wrong, yet you're all going there anyway; are you nuts?" Ember rolled her eyes while moving toward Spyro.

"Is he always like this?"

"Always." He answered as the dragon-fly glared.

"Excuse me if I want to stay away but..." there was the sound of a loud crash as everyone head turned over to see a boulder fly toward them. Spyro held onto Sparx before the rock could hit him as they all rolled in the air to the side. The boulder crashed into a building as a few moles ran out screaming.

"That," answered Ember, looking at the red dragon known as Flame. "Doesn't look good!"

Brandon lay on the ground, the surprised attack from that boulder left him out of breath and daze. He couldn't move, couldn't even open his eyes. He tried to focus on something to get him up; but nothing came to mind to help him.

Get up. Brandon head jolted a bit when he heard a voice in his head, he thought that maybe it was Ignitus; but it didn't sound like him at all. _Get up Brandon, roll to your left now! _Doing what the voice said he rolled as pillar from the Temple fell where he use to lay; his breath taking away. _Thank that ancestors your alright Brandon; I thought you wouldn't move, seeing the sate your in! _Brandon head snapped left and right trying to find the source of the voice he was hearing.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "Show yourself!" the scene around Brandon began to whiten, everything from the ground and the sky disappeared. Brandon span around trying to see what was happening, when the only thing that was solid, was the rock he stood on; he was a little freaked out what was happening! The area around him was as white as anything as he looked around, freaked out at what he was seeing. One moment he was in Warfang, the next; here. He feared that if he were to walk off the greyish stone where he stood upon, that he would fall in a never ended eclipse.

Welcome Brandon. Again the voice called out his name, the same kindness as when it told him to move.

"Who are you?" he cried looking around. "Show yourself!"

Turn around then. The human listened and slowly turned his body, he thought that it would hurt his back with his armour on, but he wore his clothes he wore when Cynder found him; and when he fully turned around, his eyes widened.

A purple dragon the size of Spyro stood before the human, but unlike Spyro, his body was purple, but underbelly and backside held yellow fur. This dragon didn't have horns, but it did have hair that pulled down over its eyes, which were as yellow as Malefor'. A blade stood on the edge of its tail as black nails were seen on its paws. Purple wings with yellow insides were tucked close to the dragon body. The dragon and Brandon eyes locked to each other, things raced though his mind, thinking maybe the knock to his head was making him see his father as a young dragon, but this one held no horns; only fur.

So, It was the same voice again. We meet at last, face to face; Brandon.

You're...the voice?" asked Brandon looking at the dragon, who in turn nodded. "Who are you? He demanded in a stein voice. "And why do you look like Malefor...almost in a way I mean?" The dragon shook his head and sigh.

Because Brandon, it answered moving closer. I am you, as you are me. Brandon was even more confused now. How he got her, who this dragon was; and why it was helping him.

"What?" again the dragon sigh.

As you no doubt know, their have been many human/dragon hybrids, don't know if you knew that; but I'm going to tell you anyway.

"I don't have time for this!" Brandon crossed his arms glaring. "Warfang is being attacked even as we speak and f...Malefor is leading it!" the dragon nodded.

I know, it answered. But do not worry; time is frozen since you are in here. Now please; will you allow me to speak? Brandon gave it some thought, he could just listen to what this newer version of Malefor had to say; or find his way out. But since he had no idea; he had no choice.

"Fine," he answered. "But first, who are you and what is your name?" the dragon chuckled.

My name is the name I gave myself long ago, which is Greydor. As of who I am, I already told you, but will you allow me to tell you the whole story of our kind; hmm?

"Do I have a choice?" answered the human sitting down as Greydor laughed.

No I guess not, very well; now listen.

Before Malefor was even born; hundreds of years for that matter. Weird things had been happening to the human world. Humans were disappearing without a trace, to this world. It seems that the first Dark Master wanted to corrupt a being the likes of no one had ever seen; but it was not as easy as he thought. Let me mind you, this was around the same time as the humans wore suit of steel, and when humans came here; dragons went there. This made since to Brandon in a way, how else would the humans know of dragons? Some of the humans that didn't get back to their homes ran though all places of this world. Some stayed in groups but others went alone; the first human and dragon couple, the human female; dragon male. The dragon saved the human and nursed her back to health, in those short few weeks, the two feel in love; and together had a child. The child had the body of a human, but the blood and power of a dragon. Two minds were linked to the child after when word came out of the two bounding, the Guardians of the time had powers to read the minds of others, to in fact see that their was two minds inside the human. Others humans and dragon became one under love, but whatever the mother was, the outside of the human would be. They held the power of their father or mother, who ever the dragon was. And when become enrage or channel such a power; it was incredible!_He sighed as he bowed his head. _They could even with the right training and peace of mind, transform and allow their other form to take other for a while. We never had a name, or a name I recalled. But when the Dark Master found out of this power, he became afraid. He knew that with the right training, these half breeds could easily thwart him! So, with the help of his daughter who you know as Blackness; they killed ever last half breed.

Brandon listened to the tale of the dragon. He now knew that this dragon, was indeed his other half, the dragon he was to be if his mother was also a dragon.

"Why are you telling me all this," He put his hands on his lap. "You're the other side of me right? So shouldn't you be trying to take over my body to rule along side our father?" The dragon laughed loud into the air, his eyes closed showing his teeth.

No, the other halves of the half breed were never like that. If one was good, so was the other and vice versa. It is only rare if the other half is unlike the true one; it only happened once and the human who was the evil side, almost took over; so the dragon took his own life to make sure that evil was not brought on the world.

Brandon held his head down.

"But how can I make sure you are not evil?" the dragon smirked.

If that was the case, I've would've taken your body and lived the life I wanted by now; but I haven't.

"So why did you bring me here?" Greydor stood on his legs and looked at Brandon.

My brother, he answered._ Unlike the other half breeds before us, we hold the power of all four elements. Earth, Fire, Ice, and Electricity; but, our father also learned more skilled, four more where not even Spyro knows of, or the new Guardians!_ He moved up to Brandon. But those are not important now, right now I must teach you the one skill I do know; fire, if you'll allow me? Again Brandon gave it some thought and nodded. He had all the time he needed because time was stopped.

The only thing was; it wasn't. Spyro and the others had just landed, finding many bodies on the ground, more Apes then moles. Spyro scanned over the bodies of the dead to try and find Brandon; only to find nothing of the sort. An arrowed whizzed by his head causing everyone to jump back. The head of a mole warrior popped out and went wide with fear.

"By the Ancestors, everyone; its just Spyro!" more Moles came out of their hiding places, as the Mole that attacked him moved up. "Please accepted my most humble apologue Spyro!" he bowed his head. "We thought you might have been the Dark Master!" Spyro only nodded understanding why he was attacked.

"Its quite alright friend, how is everyone?" the Mole shook his head sadly.

"Some of our people that came out to fight along side the one you called Brandon were killed; many more wounded. After he heard the falling rocks die out, we came out to see the wounded, and Brandon on the ground." He led them to a wall and walked behind it to see some Moles tending to Brandon wounds he had received. The human lay on his back, no chest plate on and no shirt; his eyes darting under his eyelids as his hands clutched and unclenched from time to time. "We tried to wake him, be he remains in this comatose sate of sleep. I have seen this before, sometimes in the heat of battle a shock so great causes a warrior to just knock out; maybe it's the same thing?" Ember went up toward the human sleeping body and brought her ear to his bare chest as if listening to his heart.

"It's beating, but pretty fast, like he was working out or something!" Flame walked up and studied the human face.

"Well...he sure doesn't look like an Ape that's for sure!" Cynder shook her head and looked around to see the damage so far to the Temple. A few windows broken and pillars knocked down, nothing bad. She caught a glimpse of an ice blast shooting in the air, it confused her at first; but then she remembered the single.

"Spyro!" the purple dragon turned to where she was looking and nodded.

"Flame, Ember!" both dragons turned to the purple one. "They need fire breathers at the north gate, cane you help them?" Both looked to each other then nodded.

"Count on us man!" cried Flame puffing his chest out. "We'll make sure that gate stays close!" Ember only gave a slight, looking at Spyro as if dreading to leave.

"I'll be back really soon Spyro." She gave him the same wink as before which caused him to blush. Cynder saw this and kept her anger down. There would be time to deal with the pink dragoness soon enough. As soon as they were gone, the Moles started to pick up Brandon.

"We'll take him inside and see if that helps!" one of them cried. Spyro nodded and was about to fly into action toward the north gate was a roar was heard above, followed by a dirty purple claw to Spyro side.

Again! Brandon closed his eyes and held out his right arm toward the whiteness in front of him. His arm as his hand clutched into a claw like sate as he contracted. He wanted to open his eyes but he thought if he did he would lose his train of thought. Open your eyes while you do it! He lost his focus as he stumbled to his knees. He already did the same thing many times. In this white world every hour was only a minute outside. Try again, you can do it! Brandon nodded to his dragon self as he turned back to the nothingness before him and did the same thing, without closing his eyes. He felt the fire in his body grow and form around his fingers, then his hand, then arm; but it did not show. His fingers twitched as he tried to make the flames show, a few little puffs of smokes could be seen coming from his fingers; but that was it. Remember who you're fighting for Brandon! Greydor commanded. Remember the families that will die if you don't learn what have to! Remember Spyro, Cynder and Ember! Remember the little Mole child when you were getting ready; remember our mother! This fuel Brandon rage, he knew what would happen if he couldn't fight; they would all die. His brows narrowed to a frown as his arms started to smoke more. First it was his arm, but then his hands and fingers combusted into a fury of fire! He smiled as well as Greydor at his new found skill. I have thought you how to shoot your fire from your fingers, and now how to bring them on your body, the rest you must learn on your own; or by others. The area around them began to regain lost surrounds, Brandon saw a torch on a wall and soon the ground became tiles.

"Wait!" the human cried. "How will I talk to you if I need to?" Greydor laughed and tapped his own head as soon he disappeared as Brandon opened his own eyes looking around.

"Your awake!" cried the Moles that carried him in. "Thank the Ancestors above, please; Spyro and Cynder need help!