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Magical Dark Energy

"Seraphor, can you hear me in there?"

"I can hear you just fine, Shyplis," replied Seraphor with his mind. "Loud and clear."

"Okay, I'm opening the connection of our minds. What you gotta do is just imagine me and think on something you want to talk. I'll gonna reply you so we can still talk."

Because now they were talking through the mean of mental connection, thinking other things beside this goal could make the silver red's secrets flying out to Shyplis as if he was hearing it from the dragon. The silver red didn't know how to shield his mind, so Shyplis, at his own will, could see those secrets. But he believed...

"Seraphor, can you just stop talking nonsense about those secrets?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, Shyplis. Anyway, it's still dark and very small in here."

Seraphor didn't hear any reply. That was okay. In fact, he didn't want any reply on unnecessary comments inside his head. The small dark cave was damp, as if there was recent water coming down from the place he started. Because of the almost similar size of the small cave to his small body by time he progressed, he was concerned if Spyro could fit in, let alone Flame that seemed to be significantly bigger than any of the teenager dragons Seraphor came close to.

After some while trying to press himself through, he found a spacing that led to another dark room. He wondered if anything was to intercept him down there.

"The room was under you?" said Shyplis through his mind after hearing what Seraphor thought. "That's strange; I thought it's deep inside."

"I don't know if the cave is supposed to be a trap or not."

"We won't know until we try. Anyway, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"You lived in a fantasy world of magic and dragons, yet you are really experienced in small time traps as if you're those humans in movies. I thought in the fairy tales you all lived in cave lairs like this type, out from the clutches of..."

"It's not the same with what happened so many years ago. Your story is outdated, and that was only legends and histories in my world."

No reply again. Shyplis must have thought that was unnecessary, so he pressed on.

The tunnel was in fact a deep in-mountain water stream that flowed down to some place dark behind Seraphor. Because of feeling thirsty, Seraphor took refreshing water down his throat while bathing himself, feeling that it was just an opportunity while there were things he must do.

His hearing was the advantages as he heard some chattering down the tunnel he was facing, so he found a fissure and hide. Right when he hide, the voice became louder, and then he heard some growls and light.

"I said you're to finish that machine!" said one of them. From the voice, Seraphor realized it was the red dragon Spyro got a grudge into, and also the one that had the greatest magic.

"The machine is ready, but we need more time to activate it. More energy, more..."

"Quit your whimpering!" followed by a thud and a splash of water from a falling object. "The master will not be pleased by your progress, so get on with it or I'll pulverize you at once!"

"Y...yes, noble one!"

A dragon went pass from where Seraphor was hiding. The light was bright enough for a dragon to see a brightly colored scaled dragon inside a dark fissure, especially he had silver scales more than his red one, that could reflect the light better. Though Seraphor was able to defeat this Red, he couldn't keep it quiet enough to alert the whole lair. He would fight if he had to, but it would made the rescue and destroy plan gone awry, and of course he would never win if the place was full of dragons.

"I hope Shyplis thought this as serious," thought Seraphor, which made Shyplis heard the dragon and replied, "You gotta fight that dragon if he saw you. I'll think of another plan." But the odds never happened. Red just kicked the water and said, "Worthless little scum" before walking away. This in turn made Seraphor relieved. He saw the light faded away and only the steady rush of water sound and dripping voices could be heard.

Walking out from his hiding, Seraphor said to himself, "Having an egoistic enemy is one of the advantages, huh?"

He was curious about the conversation. It seemed the other point where Seraphor thought would end had something interesting that needed to look at. The silver red walked opposite Red, where he didn't found anything but darkness.

"Something bothered you, Seraphor?"

"It's dark in here."

"Maybe there's nothing there. Just turn back."

"No, the dragon ran through this place. Something must've been here where they are working on something."

Walking on, he gasped when he saw a dark figure, that didn't immediately lunge to him. When he walked on, it was nothing but chains. The chains were enough to prove Seraphor that there was something forward. Walking again, this time he heard clanging sounds, and he found some dragons were operating on a machine, and finally some lights.

"Shyplis, there's an opening here. I also saw two machines with some sort of turbine," said Seraphor through his mind.

"That's...the power generator, Seraphor! Seraphor, find any way possible to shut it down. Shutting that thing down can make the whole place powerless and we're at our advantages."

"There's a problem. There are two tower-like structures with floating gem..."

"Deactivate the defense system first...."

"Where can I find that fucking place?! We don't have all day to explore this big mountain lair."

"Stay calm, Seraphor. Find any control and destroy them without attracting attention. If there's an alarm system, just stay hidden. There must be a control to these magical defenses, if it's not manually activated by magically-enhanced dragons. I can't help you beyond making orders so just hurry."

Destroying things was Seraphor specialty, so he ran toward the defense system while ignoring the water. He jumped to the side in lightning speed to dodge incoming magic projectiles from the towers. He didn't know what kind of control was so he just resorted in destroying any kind of things he didn't know with his whole dragon body while dodging projectiles and dragon's fire. Unknown to him, the things he broke emitted dark smoke around the room. Seraphor saw that there were no projectiles coming at him. His work was done, so the only thing he must do was...

Sudden pain came from his body. He couldn't breathe, let alone move his limbs. He was numb so his speed was drained and he fell to the water pretty hard that made him dizzy. He tried to reach for a rock when he saw his vision was hazy because of the smoke he inhaled. He couldn't breathe or use any elemental magic, and he couldn't retain his stability as if drunk. He couldn't even breathe, so this made him harder to concentrate on getting out and back to Shyplis. He suddenly coughed blood and fell to his side, panting heavily as if mortally injured.

The last glimpse he saw before he fell into unconsciousness was some dragons coming to his small body, and he felt a sudden pain before he drifted into blackness.

Shyplis sensed the cut on Seraphor's mind after he exclaimed, "I did it!" inside his mind. The dark purple dragon realized the silver red was captured after seemingly taking a trap. He couldn't connect with Seraphor's mind for a moment so he must save the small dragon. Running to the place where he found the entrance, he saw the defense system wasn't lit and the dragons that was guarding the entrance was inside, maybe thinking on why the system wasn't on. Without thinking much, Shyplis ran inside and met with dark surroundings, that was lit with dragon fires that were intended to him. In full excitement and determination of saving Seraphor and ending the Darkness like he used to do, he bended all of the fire back to their creators, torching the dragons alive. Roar of pain echoed through the cave, while Shyplis landed on the rock with glaring red eyes.

In an instant Shyplis could sense a claw coming to him and he turned, making a tail whip movement so fast that the hit made a sound like bone cracks, followed with a roar. The dark purple roared back, producing a powerful force. Because he was still in consciousness, he became surprised. One small roar was only enough for intimidation, and yet, it's so powerful that it made powerful force.

Without having any time to be surprised and awed, Shyplis, that got good eyes to see darkness, took a dragon near him and exclaimed, "Where the hell is the silver red?! Tell me or I'll blow your head off!"

"You can't just blow dragon heads off like that! That's old school! Anyway, we can't use..."

Shyplis was dead serious on it. He couldn't blow heads off since he didn't have any guns. What he could do was to manipulate the liquid inside the dragon's head to give severe headache with the illusion of being blown off.

"I'm old school! I haven't been alive to see the whole fucking time jump! Now tell me or I'll really make your head blow!"

Since Shyplis forgot how he was awakened and revived inside Spyro (via the elemental orb), he in turn made the dragon he tried to interrogate drooled extensively and blank eyes. The dark purple dragon wasn't even aware that it was because of the elemental orb that gave him boost to his power.

"The manipulation must've blown his skull from the inside," thought Shyplis. "Well, that's a good deal. At least I can control it."

Walking through the dark corridor he had found, he took a glimpse on a torch-like rod. He breathed fire to it, unaware that it was dynamite until it was too late. He swore right before the explosion that engulfed him, but giving him minor damage as he was able to make a ball from the energy.

"At least I've got torchlight," said Shyplis to himself. "Okay, Shyplis, stay calm. You're usually the strategist, so this is the first time you ever go through a battlefield alone. Don't worry, you're always..."

Shyplis suddenly got a sensation of something was struggling inside him. He couldn't resist it, as if it was fighting. Shyplis that knew what that was just smirked and said, "He's strong. This will be his fight..."

Shyplis' body fell on the hard rock, reducing to a small dragon it supposed to be. Spyro woke up after a while, feeling dizzy on what just happened.

"Uh, what in the world did I end up here?" thought Spyro. He suddenly remembered, "Oh ancestors, Hunter! What..."

"There's no time for mourning, young Spyro," said the familiar voice Spyro knew. "You must find Seraphor immediately."

"Seraphor? Wha...what happened? What's going to do with Sera? Who are you? What are you?! Tell me everything!"

"There's time for explaining," said Shyplis' voice. "But you have to save Seraphor from your enemies."

"What am I supposed to do?!" said Spyro.

"Run, Spyro, run. Run to where you're facing. Destroy and defeat everything in your path."

"So, I'm now in charge of everything?"

"Yes," said Shyplis. "Do what you must do. This is the enemy's lair, after all."

The voice ceased, and because now Spyro knew anything could be possible, he exclaimed, "Now I'll fuck those bastards up!"

In another cave room, uncertain where, Seraphor woke up with his limbs in chains and he felt like something was restraining his head too. The place was dark and he couldn't move much except crawling, but something like a leash to his neck was restricting his movement. Not only that, the powerful effect from the smoke was still with him, so he couldn't do much.

A sound of some dragons arguing was very much hearable with the silver red's enhanced hearing, but it wasn't very audible, as if they were talking behind a wall or they were still far away. Only after a sudden light burst that temporarily blinded his eyes that he realized his hearing, too, was affected by the powerful effect.

"So, the intruder is this motherfucking dragon?!" exclaimed Red, displeased by the fact that the silver red was the one being captured. "Where's the purple whelp?"

"We only find this, noble one. He's destroying the generators."

"Then you're dismissed."

When the dragon left, only Seraphor and Red was inside the room. Seraphor was still in his semi-consciousness, couldn't think clearly, but also didn't entirely in a dream. The only thing that returned him front his semi-consciousness was a direct physical attack to his abdomen. It was Red, swinging a staff to Seraphor's unguarded abdomen (as he was lying on his back).

"Feeling better, you bastard?" said Red. "I tell you one thing, you're stupid if you think you're able to destroy the whole place with your own power. Oh, I forgot. You can't even now!"

"These chains held magical potential, right? Cheap kind of res..." Another blunt hit to his head was enough to make him grunt. He knew messing around with a dragon was dangerous, especially if he was in a disadvantage. But then, pissing an enemy was also a strategy, as they would be tripping down to their last place on earth where they would be forgotten.

"You dare to piss me off, you fucking low-life? You..."

"You're the fucking low-life, you sick damned red dragon!" exclaimed Seraphor, now with his Genocide mode on, he couldn't resist being so wild. "You want to kill me? Then c'mon, I'll tear your body apart with my teeth!"

"You...you seriously saying that?!"

"Yeah, just piss off and you'll be..."

It was also a bad idea as he felt sudden electricity jolt more powerful that he usually could bear. This made him in a great pain and he was also being beaten up while he was restrained. Though he was originally an electric dragon with more resistance to electricity, because of his hybrid elements, the more dominant on his resistance was fire, while the more dominant for attacks was his electricity. The weird anatomy he possessed sometimes very burdensome, but sometimes very advantageous.

"Just die, you little bastard! You'll be sorry for pissing me off!"

"I've pissed stronger dragons than you're!"

Seraphor couldn't hold his feelings anymore. The symptom he got back in his world started to take the good of him. The Genocide Mode was slowly agitating the silver red, and even so, he was very damn sure the pain he got made him even more agitated. But then, because of a darkness power, he felt weak again, and of course the pain was tripled, making him roar in excruciating pain.

"Let's see you handle the dark energy my master gave for you! Just say you're sorry and I'll let you go from all of this agony!"

"Red!!!"

That roar.... So Shyplis lost his grip to Spyro's body. Everything became much worse than expected.

"So the purple whelpling comes to my trap, huh? So, you've never change."

"S...Spyro! The whole place is full of dark energy! Don't get..."

"I've fought two dark energies already, and this is...this is...impossible."

"Save that if you really think you can beat me!"

What Red didn't know was that Spyro was crying, and of course he wasn't crying because of sadness and fear, but because he couldn't hold his anger toward anything in the world. This sudden emotion change, also fueled of the still residing sadness because of losing a best friend, he couldn't even think that the 'monster' inside him would come out and rampaging. This awakened his full, almost lost ancient rage energy he once used back then. Suddenly, the whole room became so hot that Seraphor himself became uncomfortable and tried his best to release himself from the chains that restrained him.

All of the sudden, when Spyro roared, the heat became concentrated to produce pillars of fire that surrounded the room. They danced with such grace that made Seraphor awed. Red tried his best not to be taken into the fire, but then, unknown to the dragons, Shyplis secretly took control on Spyro's body, making an illusion that he succumbed to his inner demons. The silver red, that took a glimpse on the maroon eyes, realized that it was his intention to take over Spyro when his mental health was weak. Suddenly the heat dissipated, but Seraphor and Red had trouble breathing. Shyplis then said through Seraphor's mind.

"It's going to get very hot in here."

The next moment, the closed part, the door, was opened, and then the next second when Seraphor could breathe again, a sudden burst of powerful heat blast passed him and Red. Seraphor had to stop roaring or he would be exhausted, but the pain of the heat blast was so intense that it started to burn through his scales. Red could make shields, but it was unfortunate for the dragons behind him as when the heat passed through the door, flame started to produce again and created great explosion that burned through their scales and burning them alive. Shyplis himself winced, but he got the less effect on the fire.

"Y...you...what is that?"

"It's called a backdraft. Feel free to ask about that after everything is finished."

With that, the maroon eyes vanished, replaced by Spyro's amethyst's eyes. Red that couldn't believe there was a trap like that became so enraged that he opened a portal.

"Now I'll gonna make you suffer in another dimension, you pricks! The dark master desired nothing!"

Only then, Spyro could think clearly and made an ice spear shot from his maw toward Red's leg, stumbling him and making him fall back to his own portal. A last roar was heard right before it vanished and the portal with it.

They both could breathe again after the whole sudden turn of event. The purple dragon saw his counterpart and gasped. He then cut the chains that were holding Seraphor's magic loose, making the weakened Seraphor slumped.

"Sera, Sera! You alright, man! You hurt pretty bad! Did I...did I..."

"No you didn't," said Seraphor weakly. "You're the real hero, Spyro. I...I'm thanking you for that."

"Oh really, you're making me blush," said Spyro while smiling. "Let's get you out of..."

"No, Spyro, we'll gonna do it together," interrupted Seraphor. "I won't gonna let you die in vain because of a small unfinished business. We're different in some ways, but in many ways, we're the same. We're counterparts, right? We're more than simple brothers."

The purple dragon, despite reluctant on seeing the silver red's injuries. Some of his body was cut in a wound big enough to give stinging pain in every movement. Some of the dragon's body part was bruised and also the scales were burned in some part, reducing defenses on elements. But then, Spyro knew Seraphor was like him: Never to give up, but also, never to even see one's condition as an excuse for getting out from a battle.

"We'll do this, together, then," said Spyro while helping Seraphor walk on all four.