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Shyplis

"Y...you? But, I thought you'll go into a rage and..."

"Rage? Oh, because of that, I thank you," interrupted the dragon. The difference of the initial monster was making Seraphor lost of words...not to mention, he even forgot about the cheetah's body. The dragon then walked toward Hunter's body and closed his eyes (being opened when he died). The dragon then said, "Rest in peace on your ancestor's heaven."

"You're a really nice dragon after all," said Seraphor, but not accepted by the dragon fully.

"Yeah...but I'm not a good one either...seeing that I almost killed two dragons in rage. Oh, about that...I'm thanking you. You see, you yelled to me about how you trust me not to kill this young purple dragon's body when I had no control on my own consciousness. That thing made the orb's side effect wore off and I'm able to stop my own body and retaining Spyro's consciousness so you two could get out easily. Was that Terrador that took flight earlier?"

"You know the earth guardian?"

"A guardian?! Wow, time has passed a lot since I was dead. Terra is really cool."

"Uh...excuse me, but what's your name? And why did you say you were dead?"

The dragon snapped out from his memories with Terrador. Somehow, the weird dragon that was known as Spyro's other self wasn't all that bad and he claimed to lose control. But, much like when it was a war, the silver red couldn't trust a dragon, for all dragons were tricky unless if he had known them better, like his friends back in his world, and Spyro.

The dragon then turned his head toward Seraphor. He was grinning, further making Seraphor confused and ready for anything. The dragon just said, "My name is not your...oh, damn, wait. This is not a movie. Okay...my name is Shyplis, a purple dragon that had died some years ago that I can't even find out...to be exact, I was reborn in this purple dragon body because of that elemental orb."

"Elemental orb?"

"The orb this dragon had swallowed accidentally triggered a magic inside all purple dragons to revive the dead and manifested their soul inside their host's body...much like the movie 'The Exorcist', but not from natural demon possession since I'm not a demon."

"You were."

"I'm not now! Okay, about the explanation.... I saw what Spyro saw, but I couldn't act if he came into rage and started to wreak havoc without any brain...using my power and my body. The documentaries I saw with Spyro were the key reason why elemental orbs were failures. It was only some chances that non-purple dragon could survive, and if they survive, there's another chance that the dragon would succumb to his inner demon and became crazy, or in the case of that dragon you saved, survived and able to control his powers, but couldn't awaken the one having the power before.

"All purple dragons had the growing darkness inside them because of their job to destroy darkness in their era. I, and possibly Spyro, were two of many generations of purple dragons that was born in dark times to battle darkness. But...the part I hate is that we would eventually return to darkness and became the enemy of the next generation. Chances that we..."

"You talk as if there's a probability that anything could happen to the worst and to the bright part," interrupted Seraphor. "Just thing rationally, but not logically."

"Okay, my bad. I'll cut the explanation. We purple dragons had advantages over normal dragons. Aside from magic, purple dragons manifested powers. Spyro had the four elemental powers of light, much like you as his counterpart. While me...I was blessed by my ancestors the power to find probabilities in every actions I had or I would done. I was a strategist in my time and I can be a great tactician. Also, my other power...can you shot your flame to me?"

"Uh...I think that's not a good idea. I can't guarantee the dragon you borrowed its body from would agree on that too."

"I insist, okay?"

Seraphor sighed then shot a jet of pure fire toward Shyplis and quickly engulfed the dragon, but the dragon was swirling the flame to its front legs and it was condensed into one ball of energy. This made Seraphor became surprised to know a dragon could do that. The condensed ball of energy was then thrown by Shyplis to some dry grass like a bowling, and the next moment was when Seraphor saw the one line of the dry grass turned into a line of fire, right after the ball exploded, moments before it spread. To prevent fire, Seraphor then froze all of the fire with his ice.

"Shit...I can't hold that much of raw energy! You're even more powerful than Spyro...but...isn't that power exhausting? I mean, that fire you gave was enough to burn a dragon to crisp while most dragons could only use one third of that power. I usually can maintain the form I shaped for a while, like this."

Shyplis started to breathe, but Seraphor stopped him, saying, "You want to burn the whole mountain?!"

"Whoa, man, don't be scared that much! I'm in control now. You gotta learn to trust a dragon, alright?"

"Sorry...I was hatched in the time of war...and I lived through it," said Seraphor.

"Ahh, don't be that pessimist on yourself. I'm not an evil dragon. Well, I guess you know the concept of the energy manipulation. So, you're trying to find the pink dragoness, right?"

Seraphor then nodded. He knew all of the problems they were facing slowly drive them out from their main goal. Though Ember wasn't as important as the lives of the whole realms, it was for Spyro. He now knew that Spyro didn't want to lose another girlfriend because of his fate as a hero in the way he lost his previous girlfriend that Seraphor could only say Avila's counterpart based on her description.

"At first, I was feeling like Spyro, but...we gotta rest awhile before departing. I can feel this body is exhausted from trying to suppress my rage and also the sadness left by a friend. Do you know where we can get a rest?"

"Uh...I can only say...the inn at the beach...but it's very tricky if you want to go there. Dragons around there had seen you as a monstrosity."

"And I've got a strategy on that. Listen up..."

A while after, at the Shores, the dragons there became confused on why the sky became so dark all of the sudden. The next moment there was rain, so dragons took shelter to the nearby inn and into their rooms. Just at this point Seraphor and Shyplis came out from the sky from the cloud and flew through the open balcony at Spyro's room. They both dried themselves, but realized the door was locked from the inside (since it's a procedure to prevent dragons from unauthorized entry. Most dragons could fly).

"Damn it! How are we supposed to get in now?"

"Don't lose hope now, Seraphor," said Shyplis while showing his sharp claws. "I've got the trick."

The next moment, Shyplis opened the lock, and they could go inside while Seraphor locked it again with his ice.

"You're really something, unlike Spyro. How could a dragon possibly know how to alter the weather just by using that method of evaporating the water and icing it?"

"Oh, that's called the forced evaporation and condensation. You know the process of making rain, right? Just don't ask. You may have never heard it before, but I won't gonna force to talk about it. You'll be asleep!"

"Maybe you're the one that will be asleep."

"This body is a wreck.... Wow, it's a nice bed!"

The moment Shyplis' slightly-bigger-than-Seraphor's body fell on the bed, he immediately went to sleep, snoring and growling. Watching this Seraphor just smiled and lay down on the floor also, thinking about the place called Misty Mountain. Somehow, the name was very much into Seraphor's imagination. It was misty, and there's a reason why some kind of dragons with vile hearts would make a cave up at the cold mountain. Aside from the legendary mist dragon that was the mist itself, some dragons crazy enough to fly through the mist would be a suicidal one, and the only way to safely venture the place without the risk of crashing was to scale the mountain side, which was hard for the faulty claws like him.

"The mist is my personal enemy," thought Seraphor. "Or...all flying dragons. I'm earth-bound, but still...scaling a mountain with bad eyesight can kill..."

A knock at the door returned Seraphor to his world. The aura felt normal, so he approached the door, but the difficulty in opening the door with his front leg (unlike Spyro, Seraphor never opened a door with turning knob) made him rather long to open. This made the voice said, "Just turn the thing around and pull. It's designed for paws and hands."

Doing the suggestion made Seraphor opened the door with Artigan at the background. The silver red seemed surprised why Artigan could have known their arrival while they both never even seen by some dragons. Seeing why the silver red was so surprised, Artigan said, "This room was noisy when I was cleaning the room just across."

"Oh..."

"Well? That dragon on the bed seemed weird. He's purple like Spyro...but he's a mature and having hair. Uh...that description rings me something..."

Seraphor realized Artigan would gasp and panicked because he knew Shyplis was the monster that almost killed two dragons, and it happened. Right after Artigan gasped Seraphor jumped and closed his maws, while saying, "Can we talk somewhere private? Just lock the door while Shyplis is sleeping."

After locking the door and walking down to Artigan's owner suite and office, the dragon said, "Why there's the monster in Spyro's room?! Where's Spyro?"

"Just stay calm, okay?! Don't make unnecessary panic or you'll end up killing other dragons. Understand?"

After taking a deep breath, Seraphor said, "Spyro had another consciousness inside his body after a certain accident. That consciousness had recently awakened and controlled himself, so for a mean time, he had no harm."

"But, why did you trust that dragon?! He's just..."

"He's a purple dragon from some years ago and resurrected in Spyro's body!" interrupted Seraphor that made Artigan gasped.

"A purple dragon before Spyro...and the Dark Master?!"

"He's not a bad dragon and he's super intelligent. You know the cloud and the rain outside just now? It's his doing, okay? He improvised. His name is Shyplis."

"Shyplis? A weird name for a...wait a second...Shyplis? The legendary Shyplis?!!"

"You know the dragon?"

"More than know. That was the character from my childhood's fairy tale. But, the book said he was a normal dragon, not a purple dragon. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"For you, maybe. Look, Artigan, Shyplis is now taking Spyro's body, so whatever you do, don't freak out, act like normal, and don't piss him off. For the first impression, I suggest giving him a good meal so to lighten his soul and strength for our later journey. He's a lively dragon, so be cautious if there's a change of mood. Got it?"

"O...okay. Fine. I won't mess around."

"I trust you on this."

After that, Seraphor just walked directly back to the room, and found Shyplis was still sleeping soundly. Seeing the dragon's innocent face made Seraphor wonder if Shyplis died in a relatively young age. Also, his claws, though looked menacing enough to tear a dragon's eye out from its socket, was so slim and beautiful, as if he had no claws, but only a long nail. Yes...a long, black nail.

After a while, Shyplis woke up. He was a bit dazed for sleeping almost suddenly, but he yawned, without talking more. He then saw Seraphor was half-asleep waiting for the dragon, then he said, "Oh...uh, sorry. I guess...I'm sleepy."

"Just don't worry. We don't really have a good sleep. For your host's body, it is very heavy to use many elements...especially mainly he was trying hard to suppress the rage you build. Well, we don't really want to discuss that already, knowing that you're in control and you're a mature dragon. Anyway, when did you live? I do feel you're old, but I don't know anything about your age now."

Shyplis let his head fell, seemingly reluctant to tell Seraphor about his past. After a while of uncomfortable silence, he said, in a solemn tone, "I died...when I was around 22 years old. When I was in a job...or precisely, to face my destiny...I sacrificed myself so the realm could be reborn again. Sensing that the peace was maintained around here, Spyro might have made this place in peace while he managed to not killing himself."

"I know...but he lost his...what do you say, girlfriend?"

"He's lucky.... I don't have any girlfriend. I only have friends that became my partner in my mission to save this realm. It's not really important for the time being, but when everything is over, we'll talk about them. They're the best and the nicest friends I had ever had. We suffer together, and that's about it."

"Oh...."

"From your tone you are sympathetic with me. Why?"

"No...it's just...you're back to life and alright.... Dragons have long life, and maybe one day you can find your friends. I...myself, don't have that opportunity for the time being."

"You're thinking too much. I don't know how many years have passed since my death, but I believe the technology..."

"Seraphor, I found out about Shyplis!" said Artigan's voice from outside. "Can I go in?" After going in, Artigan sat on one of the chairs and said, "It's unbelievable, but Shyplis is a purple dragon! He is a dragon living 200 years before our time, and guess what? He was said to be the smartest dragon ever to be alive in this realm!"

Hearing this, Seraphor turned his head to Shyplis, that shrugged and said, "Or...the technology grows slow around here and why the fuck did you gave us this fact while this is a sad situation?!"

"S...sorry! I don't know about your conversation!"

"What? But...I thought this room...."

"It's a standard on all inns nowadays to give sound-proof walls so the dragons inside could talk in private."

"Sound-proof? What is that...wait, we're not supposed to be talking about this! We gotta save that pink dragoness before it's too late!"

"Wait a sec...too late? What do you mean?"

"There are two possibilities I'm thinking. First, the dragoness' death would cause eternal mental trauma to Spyro, causing him to be suicidal. Second, I sensed powerful dark energy coming out from the blue dragon and I fear...I fear darkness had come back."

Shyplis then turned his head to them and exclaimed, "What is the recent problem about dealing darkness? When did Spyro defeated the darkness?"

"Uh...about two years ago?" answered Artigan.

Seraphor knew Shyplis' panic wasn't a ruse since he clearly could see the dragon had scared expression.

"Shit!" shouted Shyplis while accidentally breaking a vase. "Why did he never..."

"What happened, Shyplis?"

"Spyro...Spyro never defeated the darkness. No, he didn't kill the darkness. He was corrupted by darkness, just like me before! That way...the darkness is reborn whenever he's having negative emotions...which is...the time when he was reaching adulthood."