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Misty Mountains

"What?!!"

Seraphor couldn't believe this revelation. The darkness that Spyro said to have been dealt with was actually reborn after two years of death.

"I can't believe that fucking fate is still on! Oh, ancestors...why do all purple dragons must suffer?"

Shyplis calmed himself before he lost control. He then said, "Spyro sealed the darkness...not destroying it completely. Either the dragon got slight sympathetic emotion when trying to kill it or manipulated by the darkness itself, I do not know."

"How can you not know? You..."

"I experienced things like Spyro, but only what I see and what I feel. I don't have any powers to know memories..., so typically, I'm not an empath. Spyro is the empath now. He feels what I feels when he's in control of his body. They say this is some sort of an empathy link."

"We really don't need unimportant things here," said Seraphor trying to stay calm. "If what you said is true, then a small incident became a very big shit."

"I knew that already. There's no logic in making more mess if it's only for abducting a small pink dragoness."

"Yeah...I can see your thing...now we gotta go to the place called...uh, 'Misty Mountains', right?"

"Yeah."

"It's really a nightmare on venturing in a mist..."

"Oh, don't be fooled by the name," said Shyplis with a chuckle. "It gained the name of Misty Mountains solely because there were many hot springs there, making steams everywhere. They made the mist. It's a volcano...well, a dormant one, actually...if it's not active again after 200 years."

They both walked outside, but when Shyplis opened his big wings he realized his small friend had no good wings, so he folded them again and said, "Misty Mountains is a mountain range not far from here."

"How close?"

"It's in a neighboring continent...my home."

"How about going there by sea? Is it far?"

"Not really that far. But, you still can't see it at the horizon."

Knowing that the continent was not small joined islands like one they were standing, Seraphor made an initiative that could drain most of his powers, and that was the chance he could get to use it.

"Shyplis, follow on my back, and don't fall behind."

"What are you..."

Seraphor then did his first element control showcase in that world, albeit in an extend more than the first one, knowing this was further. He also realized that now he must do this while running, and knew back in his world there was no chance. This was the chance to prove Guardiola's teaching is worth a survival.

"Nice. You actually make ice platform over the sea."

"There's a trick on that. Let's go!"

While running, Seraphor and Shyplis stick close together while Seraphor constantly tried to shift his concentration on releasing icy aura and while maintaining balance on the platform, both while running that drained more energy. The silver red at first could run as fast as he could, but when he was in the middle of the sea, he was too tired to run, but he forced himself to do it, while Shyplis still had running stamina left. Only after Seraphor saw the shores he realized he forced himself and he lost his concentration. His stability broke and he tripped, falling to the warm sea. He was going to close his eyes when Shyplis jumped in and pulled his small body to the shores.

"You really are something. But, don't force yourself."

"Yeah...thanks for the concern there. I feel something is on my tail..."

Shyplis realized he was standing on two back legs on the silver red's smaller tail, so he quickly stepped aside while walking on fours again. He brushed some sand from his scales and hair, while also trying to find the mountain range.

"Okay...we're now in the Whitesand Shores...the Misty Mountains is around the western part of this beach. Oh, really, the beach had changed a lot."

"You're not even alive for 200 years," said Seraphor while cleaning some sand. "We can...."

"Oh, sorry, I really know we're in a situation here...but, without energy we're as good as sitting ducks, right?"

Seraphor hesitated for a moment, and then he said, "Yeah, you're right. But we gotta rush!"

"Think logically, Seraphor. Spyro is the main problem here and that dragoness was only a decoy. Since I'm now in charge with this body, we can be at least stay calm a bit. I know the darkness had been revived, and of course if Spyro knows, he would have tried to blindly charge this thing and getting himself killed."

"Well...I guess you're right. But how about if I say that dragoness will be manipulated to be the darkness's pawn, and of course that is not what we really want, right?"

"Quite a possibility, but we can only hope there's no chance to that."

While walking, Shyplis then whispered, "Whatever happened in the town, don't react, okay? It's so natural this place is a little...lively."

True to his words, after reaching a bar, some biped dragons jumped out from the window trashing with each other while Seraphor gulped. The interior was very rowdy and far from pleasant. Almost no quads were there, except some of them trying to fend off a drunken dragon. The two were not even targeted, making Seraphor weird.

When asked, Shyplis said, "Basically speaking, we're not even taken by some drunks."

Reaching a table, Seraphor couldn't adjust on the bipedal-type of seating, and also he wasn't adapted to grabbing things. But Shyplis was able to adapt to things easily (seeing that this place was his home). After eating, they then walked slowly to the mountains.

Walking through the mountain wasn't easy, as it had steep paths and slippery soil as a result of the snow melting because of the hot steam. Worse, Shyplis seemed to be searching for something that was unnecessary.

"That's strange," said Shyplis. "I thought they made nice stairs for coming up here. Did a recent avalanche made these..."

"Just don't make those reasons and try to find a goddamn point! We can't just walk here all day without even having any breaks."

"We're walking, right? Then we're making progress, so don't whine."

"I know we're walking, but it has been two fucking hours since we started hiking!"

"I guess you're not even keen in hiking," said Shyplis with a sigh. "I can actually see your own condition, though. You can't have a grip with those kind of claws."

After another walking, Seraphor with the worst gripping became sore while he was trying to stay stabile walking on the slippery slope, sometimes to stop slipping he used his tail and his broken wings, while Shyplis used his sharp claws to take a nice grip. The silver red became so exhausted that he couldn't move his legs and tail, as they became sore.

"I...can't...keep up....

"Giving up so soon? I've found the hot spring. Let's take a nice bath there."

Since in Seraphor's world he never encountered geographic variations other than dormant mountain ranges and meadows, he was at first dazzled on the steaming hot spring, and of course he knew the fact that dragons couldn't sweat, so it's almost useless to get inside.

"Why?"

"I...I think for a fire dragon the heat was not that much to even..."

"Yeah, but this is the fact. Only dragons can withstand the heat of this hot spring because...well, you can see that bird over there."

Seraphor saw a dead bird fell on the pond. It was as if being boiled to death after falling to a hot spring after falling from a steam. Seraphor then touched the spring. It was like a warm to hot water, and his soreness slowly lessened.

"See? I told ya the water's fine."

"I...I've never feel something very good since I'm alive in my world. This is new for me."

"Just take a nice dip for a while. If you feel hungry, just eat some birds. They're nicely boiled."

While taking a good warm bath, Seraphor said, "Anyway, how can you take over Spyro's body that long while he was the real soul that is the one controlling his own body?"

"Oh, about that...Spyro was still unconscious."

"For this long?"

"It's because of combined trauma, and there's one trauma I contributed. He was frantically trying to find his girlfriend and very much panicked to have unstable mental, then, he lost his best friend in front of his eyes. Moreover, he was in a step to adulthood, so he had unstable mind. If these traumas were not healed, a dragon as powerful as Spyro could become the next Darkness if we were not careful."

"But...he could have awake by now."

"I forced him into deep slumber by trapping his soul and consciousness inside mine. It's only a matter of time until he could break free, but for now, best he doesn't face his old nemesis if things didn't want to change from worse to worst."

"I know your concern, but won't that make things worse?"

"I won't take that possibility."

After a while of silence, Seraphor felt his soreness was almost gone, but he decided to stay long enough so he could be refreshed, and also to be able to feel the good heat for a while longer. It was at least two or three minutes that Shyplis whispered Seraphor to 'dive', in which he did.

The water wasn't a regular hot water, but had distinct piss-like smell that wasn't only make Seraphor's eyes hurt, but also his nose. He didn't want to even try that, but Shyplis was holding the dragon's head down, and Seraphor, too, saw Shyplis was diving, albeit without any feeling of pain.

The silver red then saw what Shyplis meant. There were two dragons landing there, one with a bulky feature while the other was slimmer. Both were males with black scales, so Seraphor could deduce they were brothers. While he was trying to fend off his pain, he was trying to snatch the dragons into the water seeing that they were less than friendly. He was trying to take the slim one while they weren't looking when Shyplis acted first by thrusting his front leg forward and the spring's water surface grabbed both by surprise and Seraphor could see they acted as if they were tied.

"W...wait! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Can you give us explanation on why you two are doing here?"

"W...we're trying to find a hot spring!" said the slim one.

"Oh? But your behavior said otherwise. You were like trying to find a being, not a spring," said Shyplis.

"Shit! He's clever...but you won't get away with our..."

"Trap? You mean the unstable rock behind me that will go down when I step on this?"

Shyplis stepped on a seemingly misplaced boulder and Seraphor had the time to step away. He was surprised Shyplis was able to know the potential danger. He was the most genius dragon he had ever known.

"Now tell us...do you know where you were assigned?" asked Seraphor, but then Shyplis said, "They aren't the Darkness' minion."

"What?! But they were..."

"They are poachers, dragons that trapped dragons in a hot spring to give up to them so they could be sold as slaves. This hot spring is actually a complex mechanism that could spring shackles from the bottom if any of our limbs touched the floor. And, I marked the one without any mechanism, and that's where I put the bird."

"How do you know the spring we're bathing in wasn't a trap?! When did you find out?"

"Dude...they are my friends. Or, more like my friend's descendants."