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Chapter Twelve: Truth of the Future

Cynder and Spyro lay close to each other in the purple dragon room. It was a great night of dancing and the two had tried each other out and thought it would be better for Cynder to stay with him; seeing how tired she was. Cynder was more then happy to accepted loving how close she was to the one dragon she wished to stay with. She moved her head as she watched the dragon beside her sleep soundly, smiling she still watched him. She still wished that she could tell him how much she truly cared for him; but couldn't, she didn't think he felt the same way for him. But unknown to the dragoness, he was awake and thinking the same way, but toward her. Spyro thought he only imagined her saying that she loved her, afraid that if he told her how he truly felt toward her; that she would reject him and their friendship would end. At last he felt Cynder laid her head by his neck and started to sleep, he too felt tired and lay his head down as well.

"I love you too," he whispered before falling asleep.

The next day Spyro found himself in front of the Pool of Visions. He didn't know why he was here, he just felt like he was to see something; something that was going to cause the harm of many. Looking into the pool he watched as the pool began to ripple; soon an image was seen causing him to almost jump back. Warfang was in flames and ruin, many bodies lay across the ground, one was alive, a small yellow dragoness; but her life was cut short by a blade to the back. The one who held the blade was none other then an Ape, but this Ape was all bone. He gave the same screech Spyro remembered as a dragon with no wing or tail blade made his way toward it with many more behind him; his scales back and eyes red.

"Find him!" he roared before the water stood still. Spyro breathing was heavy as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and brought his claw to attack when stopped by a human hand.

"Whoa Spyro!" Brandon cried still holding his claw. "What's with you?" as the half breed let go of the purple dragon paw, Spyro gave a slight exhale of breath.

"Sorry," he answered hanging his head low. "Just...do you know what this is?" Brandon looked toward the pool and nodded slightly.

"Yeah, the Pool of Visions; only a few handful of dragons could ever see into it and see into the future. Hey, did you know that a few half-breeds could use this as well?" Spyro gave a slight sigh and looked back as the half-breed titled his head. "I'm taking you saw something pretty bad huh?" Spyro nodded as Brandon went by the pool and knelt down. "What did you see?" His friend started to tell him of what he saw; Brandon scratched his chin bread when Spyro told him of the wingless dragon he saw. "You said red eyes, black scales; with no tail blade or wings?" Spyro nodded his head looking at the human as he looked away growling. "That little no good freaking bastard!" Spyro head jerked back when he heard him cursed.

"What?" Brandon shook his head, his hands looking more like claws as he unclenched them.

"There this Drake, that looked just like what you saw who hates me because me and Saira are together, though he doesn't know I hope that we're mates; and when you said that he said 'get him!' and he had control over those things... it can mean only one thing..." the two turned to each other.

"He's going to work for Malefor," they both said at the same time.

Take grumbled under his breath as he made his way up the mountain. After the dance, his group that followed him from when they were young, left him for reason he only knew as feared but he didn't cared, all he cared about of getting rid of Brandon. He knew that Saira had mated with the half-breed, he just knew; and hated him for it. He wanted to see him suffer a thousand deaths, to ring the life out of him to prove that he was better then the freak and he would do anything to do this. As he walked though the rocky path, he didn't notice yellow eyes watching him. Trake looked around when he heard a soft breach break, glaring he shot his head left and right and glared.

"Who's there?" he demanded. "Show yourself!" he heard a slight chuckle as Malefor at last showed himself in front of the young Drake, causing him to jump back in surprised. "So...you're Malefor I take it?" the purple dragon smiled and chuckled.

"And you're looking for power; are you not?" Trake raised an eye ridge but nodded. "To destroy Brandon?" again he nodded as Malefor shook his head. "I was going to give you power, but seeing how you want to kill him; I can't." Trake watched as the Dark Master was leaving, but he soon followed.

"Wait!" he cried as Malefor listened, smiling as he turned. "Why won't you give me the power I wish because I want to kill him?" Malefor looked up toward the sky and then back down.

"Because I wish for my son to join me," Trake eye grew large, he never thought of Brandon as his son! But it did make some sort of sense, how Malefor didn't kill him when he had the chance.

"So..." answered Trake. "Say I bring Brandon back alive after you give me the power I seek; what then?" Malefor smiled again and moved closer.

"I will give you just enough to bring me my son," he corrected. "Then, when you bring him in my grasp, I will give you more; change you into the monster I want!" Trake gave it some thought, bringing the one he hated back without killing him would be a different path for him; but he wanted the power! He was about to answer when Malefor stopped him. "And, if you agree young dragon," he lent in closer. "You will call me Master; understand? You will have no will of your own, the life you had is dead; you are my tool, now what says you?" this time Trake gave it some real thought, but after awhile he went on hi knee and bowed his head.

"What is your bidding...my Master?"

Guardians, with Saira, Cynder and Brandon listened to what Spyro saw, and what Brandon thought how Trake gained the power he would soon be getting.

"That does sound like Trake," answered Saira. "He always hated being bested, or not getting what he wanted." Brandon crossed his arms and looked down with his eyes closed.

"So what are we going to do?" he looked around at the dragons around him. "We can't just go find him and lock him up can we?"

"And why not?" asked Cynder as Brandon sigh.

"Think about this Cynder, if we go and lock him up. He would go on saying something like 'what did I do wrong'? This would cause everyone around to think twice about the heroes they look up to." Cyril gave a slight nod.

"He is right Cynder," Cyril defending the Halfa. "We have no choice but to watch this Trake very carefully." Everyone else agreed to the ice dragons words as a horn much like the one that was heard the day Malefor came; was heard. Both Brandon and Spyro gave each other glances as they ran outside first, Spyro gasping at the wall at the far end which had a huge hole and screams being heard; while Brandon cursing. Close to the wall, many of the bone Apes charged in; killing anyone in their sight. A mole tried to fight one Ape off, but another jumped on his back; snapping his neck. Trake walked in, his eyes burning red, his body covered in purple markings as he shouted orders.

"Kill anyone you see!" he ordered. "But leave the human alive!" the creatures made a thrill scream as they ran off as Trake only smiled watching the very place he was born; burn. "Find him!"

"No don't!" Saira grabbed Brandon leg, hoping that he wouldn't go. "He's here for you, he'll kill you!" Cynder and Spyro were already gone, Volteer summoned both Flame and Ember to help protect the one's that needed protecting; now Brandon wanted to go, and help fend off Trake. He gave a sigh as he went down to her eye level, bringing a hand to her cheek as a tear was starting to form.

"I have to go Saira," he answered; his voice soft. "Trake was sent by my father," he hated the word and said It like ice. "To find me, I'm sure not to kill me but still; if I don't go and face him, many lives will be lost because of me!" he looked away toward the wall where Trake first came in. "I couldn't live with myself if that happened." He looked back toward Saira and kissed her on her snout, then rubbing the side of her face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the red stone ring, taking Saira paw and putting it in her claws closing her paw. "Keep this safe with you okay? It was my mother's and now yours." Saira looked down at the red stone then back up to Brandon, he knew that he might not came back today that Trake might do something to make him want to go with the black dragon; so he would give her the ring to remember him by. By now Saira was fully crying, knowing why he gave it to her.

"Please don't..." she was cut off by his hand to her mouth.

"I will be back," he promised her. "Believe it." And with that, he turned away from her, looking back only once; then ran off toward the heat of battle, his tears now flowing down his face.

Spyro and Cynder started to attack as much of the bone monster as they could use all their skill they knew they brought down many; but they seemed stronger, faster, and smarter. When the black dragoness used her tornado spin to kill three of them, she tried again; but they jumped back evading the attack. Both were losing power and fast, soon Spyro own fire attack which he mastered, began to become weaker and weaker to the point where it only left a small black spot here he attacked from. More of the bones came and surrounded the two dragons as Trake himself came up with a smile. The bones moved away making a path for him as Spyro glared at the Drake that caused this.

"Where is he?" he asked plainly as nether Spyro or Cynder spoke. "Where is he?" this time he punched Spyro across the ace leaving three bloody mark on his face, causing the young dragon to groan in pain.

"Stop it!" Trake looked over to see Cynder struggling to be let go, the black dragon with red eyes only smiled as he made his way over to the old Terror of the Skies and held her chin as she snapped at his claws as he only laughed.

"I will, when you tell me where the son of Malefor is!" Cynder didn't say anything as Trake only laughed. "If you don't talk, I could do things to you; that I couldn't do to a male dragon!" he move closer as Cynder eyes grew wide until a knee of Brandon rammed his head hard; causing him to tumble to the ground in a bloody mess. Brandon landed on the ground and stood tall as the monsters around him growled; in turn his arms turned into a blaze of lighting, shooting the ground around him to match his rage. They backed away letting the two dragons hey held go as they landed on the ground with a thud as Trake started to get up smiling. "So you really are his son?" Brandon glared as his arms went back to normal.

Brandon! It was Greydor. Watch out! I can sense a power unlike I've ever seen before! Brandon nodded, Saira was right; he would only speak when he was needed. Trake made his way toward Brandon, but stopped when they were just out of reach to one another. Trake fought the eagerness to kill the human, as he smiled.

Brandon glared even harder seeing him smile like that as Trake started to laugh.

"You have no idea how badly I want to kill you!" cried the Drake. "But I told Master that I wouldn't kill you, but bring you back alive!" the Halfa eyes tighten when he heard what he called Malefor.

"Do you have any idea what you've done!" he cried. "You gave yourself to a monster, a killer; for what?"

"For power!" Brandon took a step back from the force of his scream. "I hate it when someone best be at anything! You took Saira when I wanted her, and since she had made her mind to be with you, I will destroy anything that thinks they can stop me!" Brandon brought up his arms to fight.

"Then let's see how much power you really have!" Trake only nodded getting ready as well.

Saira didn't care what Brandon said, she was going to help him no matter what. She ran toward where he went and stopped when she saw what was happing. Trake and Brandon were hand to hand in fighting. Trake tried to claw Brandon's arm, but the Halfa grabbed the incoming arm and flung him over his shoulders toward a wall. Arms turning into a flaming blaze to charged screaming as he punched the wall where Trake just was as he rolled. The wall he punched crumbled, but stood tall still as Trake blew what seemed to be a shadow flame at the Halfa causing him to be shot back, his feet still on the ground as it left smoke as he brought his hands to the ground to stop him. Trake was indeed stronger now, his body covered in black flames as he laughed. Brandon body shook with rage as a roar blew from his lips as he charged again, a purple light surrounding his body. Saira watched with wide eyes then looked over to see Spyro and Cynder try to get up as she ran over toward them.

"Cynder, Spyro!" she cried helping her friends to their feet's as they groaned. "Are you two alright?" Cynder was the first to answer.

"Yeah, we had much worst then this; Spyro?" the purple dragon nodded as he got up on his feet as well shaking his head. A rumble was felt and soon a large explosion! The three looked over to where Brandon and Trake once were, to se them gone; nothing but a blacken spot on the ground where they use to be! Saira ran over to the spot and looked around.

"Brandon!" she cried looking around still. "Brandon, where are you; Brandon!" Cynder brought a paw on her shoulder as Saira still looked around. "Where is he?" the two looked away.

"It was said," answered Spyro moving up to her. "That if a half-breed was to use too much power...that the force of the power would cause a small explosion..." Saira eyes grew wide as she broke down crying. Cynder sat besides her trying to smooth her tears away, but nothing was working; Brandon was gone.