Memories (OLD STORY)
I AM TYPING THIS IN CAPS SO PEOPLE WILL NOTICE THIS. THIS IS A VERY OLD STORY I WROTE BACK IN 07-EARLY 08. IT'S PROBABLY MY BEST FANFIC, CUZ IT WAS THE FIRST ONE TO HAVE CYNDER AS THE ONLY MAIN CHARACTER. YEAH, I MADE THAT CLAIM CUZ I DOUBLE CHECKED.
"Spyro the dragon, a hero in fighting the Dark Master, has passed away exactly one year ago, after his love died. He committed suicide for this reason, for the pain was too much for him to bear." Ignitus said somberly.
He was in the temple with the other guardians, and it was nighttime. Ignitus was a large red-orange dragon and was a fatherly figure to the passed Spyro. The ice guardian, Cyril, spoke up.
"Tis a shame that he had to die so young, but we can't help it now." He said sadly.
"My calculations state that his love for Cynder was great and he couldn't bare living with another." The electric guardian, Volteer, spoke.
"That is true, my friend. I wish he was still alive now. I have a bad feeling..." the last dragon, Terrador, told them.
"What feeling are you getting?" Ignitus asked, concerned. Whenever Terrador said he got a bad feeling, something bad usually followed.
"Like the one with the Dark Master. Except it is stronger, and makes the Dark Master's power feel wimpy." Terrador replied, feeling unnerved.
"...this does not bode well. We are going to need Spyro if we are going to defend ourselves." Cyril said grimly. No one could find any argument in that statement.
"...in my reading, I have discovered a spell that can revive Spyro. However....we cannot do it." Volteer suddenly said after a moment.
"Why not?" Ignitus demanded.
"It requires the dead one's true love to say it. However, since Cynder is dead...we cannot do it." Volteer replied somberly. Ignitus shook his head in sorrow, his hopes crushed.
"There is a way....." a voice said from behind them. They all turned and saw a humanoid figure in a black cloak in the back of the temple.
"Who are you?" Ignitus asked.
"Come to...the black orchid....." the figure said as it slipped into the shadows.
"Should we go?" Terrador asked.
"...I will go. I was pretty much their father, so I should be the one who goes..." Ignitus said instantly.
"Alone? You possibly..." Volteer started by Ignitus cut him off.
"If we all go, who will defend the temple? And if it is an ambush, at least there will be three guardians..." Ignitus told them gravely.
"....fine, but you better return..." Terrador told him in his deep voice.
"I intend on it." The fire guardian said as he flew off.
Ignitus landed in the black orchid, and found the cloaked figure standing near a circle with runes on it.
"You...have come..." the figure said. Ignitus finally figured out it was a male.
"Yes, what did you want to show me?" Ignitus asked. The man pointed at the circle, and Ignitus gasped.
Cynder was sleeping there, but was trapped in a barrier. Ignitus tried to step forward, but was stopped by the man.
"I have been reviving her. She is almost completely recovered, but her memory is lost. It will take some time and-" the figure said, but was cut off by a black shadow.
"What is it?" Ignitus asked.
"Him..." the figure said as he pointed to where a pair of red eyes was starting back at them.
"So...you intend to bring them both back, Nowe?" the eyes said as a large black dragon walked out. He was a bit taller than Ignitus, but looked twice as strong.
"Go away, Draco....." Nowe hissed, drawing a sword.
"But why? I thought I was your friend..." Draco asked innocently.
"You WERE my friend...but them you just HAD to be an idiot..." the figure replied with distain.
"That brings sadness to my heart, Nowe...I guess I'll have to kill you and your friend..." Draco said as he blew a torrent of black flame at them.
Ignitus was shocked. Only one dragon had ever mastered the shadow flame, and that was the previous purple dragon. Before he could think anymore, the flame washed over him and Brom, knocking them unconscious.
"Hmm...I suppose I could use both of you for my generals..." Draco decided as he picked up their bodies, but not after shattering the barrier around Cynder's body, interrupting the spell.
"Now, without her memory...she will soon perish..." Draco hissed with delight as he flew away.
BE HONEST; DO YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THIS? IT GETS BETTER...
Ok, I'm done with caps.