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Chapter 12

A very awkward and troubling silence has befallen onto the draconic formation, that argument earlier was still a recent wound and no amount of determination can heal it.

Among the formation were dragons who decided that the injury is like any other, they just can't afford it to weaken them and the only way to do that is to ignore it and focus entirely on the mission.

There were also dragons who understood the importance of their assignment but just weren't capable of turning a blind eye. In their nervousness they constantly looked behind their shoulders, as if feeling that something terrible will happen, as if a very dangerous predator is stalking them. However everything they saw was their Savior and Lightbane some meters further behind the purple dragon. It wasn't just her that caused this anxiousness, something far more horrible than the dragoness is very close by, they just didn't know what.

In the formation there were also those who didn't care about the death of their people in the village, nor did they care about the smell of palpable restlessness in the air, no, they cared about something entirely different.

Hate.

Capro's words created quite a sizeable group of conspirators, it made the malachite dragon beam with pride. He became good, he just knew what button to press to make people dance as he wants them to. Today, these dragons were connected by the scent of blood and the urge to spill more of it, especially if it came from a certain black whore.

A creepy smile crept across his snout, he was surprised himself that things turned out the way they did. The game he orchestrated was going in his favor, but he never expected that the final round would be so close. Despite this nearby victory he felt that this was too good to be true but he ignored that thought just as fast as it crossed his mind.

There was absolutely no possibility that he will miss a chance like this, here he can finally have his revenge. He won't have to waste more time in ruining her reputation, in turning people against her, it was tiring. All thanks to that purple dipshit that constantly runs all around her.

This wasn't the priority now, after he's done with her he'll make sure that that twit will also get what's coming for him, everyone who consorts with that black bitch is just as evil as her.

He sighed, this is not the time to be angry, first things first.

And today's goal is to finally rip her apart. Something that destroyed those idiots in Boven must be strong, the whole village was wiped out after all.

Perfect.

Everything can happen in the heat of battle, who says that the black whore can't be slain by the big enemy? If he plays this out discretely, nobody will suspect anything, the assholes that surround him will weaken her but it will be him who severs her head, if somebody will try to get in his way, he won't see another day.

The smile on his snout grew wider. The plan was perfect. There is absolutely no one who can stop him today, only something very powerful can save her today, like a guardian anger for instance, be it a divine or a fallen one, who knows what kind of angel protects a murderer. Who the hell cares anyway, such things don't exist, she is alone, there is no light or dark force close by that will save her.

The silent aerial march continued onwards, nobody said a single world, even Sparx remained quiet for the whole journey and surprisingly instead of keeping up with his brother he stick to Cynder. The two didn't really have to talk to know what was going in each other's heads, the worried looks they were giving Spyro's swinging purple tail spoke volumes.

" Listen Sparx" Cynder eventually broke the silence while never leaving Spyro from her sight " Today you'll be my eyes"

" Oh come on" the dragonfly whined " Why do I always get the hardest things to do? I can barely hold back my lunch as it is. You really want me to throw up? Because that's what's going to happen, one can look at you for so long after all"

" Good, just make sure that your lunch lands on someone's head. Distraction good as any"

He frowned and looked at the dragoness, one glance was enough to tell that intuition of an experienced fighter was speaking through her " I wish I have eaten more" he muttered with a gulp

She presented him a weak smile " Just do your best, disgust and you are like two sides of the same coin. You'll pull it through"

" Of course I'll pull it through!" he exclaimed indignantly " I'm a hero remember?" with a corner of his eye he looked the female over, wounds and blood were still covering her scales " How about you?

" I'm peachy"

Sparx looked her over once more " I can see that, I forgot that swollen lip of yours is the new trendy makeup"

Cynder pointed at her snout " This?" she snorted " This is just the starting layer, our friendly companions made sure that I'm properly prepared for the professionals in the village"

" Being in the center of attention serves you"

" I know, right? I tell you, a loose tooth will be the new top fashion"

" Good that we finally got this covered" he looked at his brother and the will for a sarcastic barter left him instantly " Got any plan?

The dragoness frowned " Well...the plan is still in the thriving phase, but I already got some rules. Unimportant really, small details, just to know how to move around. One- prevent Spyro from going berserk. Two- stay alive"

Sparx inhaled with faked enlightenment " Oh yeah...the little unimportant details" he patted her shoulder with even more fake admiration " Great plan"

" Why thank you, it took me whole five minutes to come up with it"

With that insight they later continued in silence, Sparx observed his brother all the time, and the longer he did that the more powerful the gnawing feeling of anxiousness was becoming.

" How bad you think it'll be?" he finally asked " From scale one to ten"

" Eleven" Cynder replied unhesitatingly

After some more time every feeling of hate or nervousness vanished from the group for a tiny moment, exactly when the village of Boven came into view surrounded by the greenwood landscape. From this distance it seemed peaceful, nobody would ever believe that this village was attacked, even the birds that circled above the small town sang their natural serene songs.

The walls of the scarce number of buildings were completely intact, no sign of a siege or some kind of vandalism, the house stood exactly in the same spot, and was looking exactly the same as the three young friends remembered from their previous visit.

The dirt roads crisscrossing Boven had seen much use, it was hard to tell if more than previously, in villages like those the roads were mostly created by footprints as different as different were the inhabitants of the village. Some marks were so deep that it was possible that the roads carried the remnants of many other generations of villagers.

When the draconic formation finally managed to wake up from its trance the dragons pushed forward, their colorful eyes never leaving the town below.

More and more buildings were revealing themselves, some were simple constructions, others carried a more sophisticated design and all of them seemed untouched by destruction, exactly like before. Nothing has changed. The exact same well finally came into sight, together with other familiar wooden porches. Further investigation revealed the pretty memorable and exactly the same flowery gardens, also hulking statues were seen standing completely still in between buildings, but that's new.

Cynder's eyes grew wide with fear " Twenty"

Sparx gulped.

" What the hell are those things?" one of the draconic fighter blurt out

At the sight of the golem Spyro completely forgot about the anger, he was once back to his not very intimidating and commanding self.

" Listen to me!" he exclaimed with palpable tension in his voice while dashing towards the front of the formation

" There's quite a few of them down there" a dragoness commented

" What is it Spyro? You know what those things are?" a nervous dragon asked

The purple dragon quickly nodded a few times " Yes! Those golems are called Keepers. They're very dangerous, aggressive and practically indestructible. However they have a weak spot, if we work together we can-"

" They look like the Destroyer!" Capro yelled horrified

" Hey he's right!" someone chimed in " Just look closely!"

Spyro raised his paws defensively while shaking his head fiercely " No, no, no! You get it all wrong!"

" I agree, those things are like the mini versions of the Destroyer!" another panicked shout wafted from the commotion

" She's preparing to bring back Malefor again!" some dragoness yelled from the crowd

And those words were enough to awaken panic again within the unorganized and not entirely professional strike force.

Momentarily every draconic eye landed on Cynder, wrath was burning almost inside every one of them. She smiled bashfully and greeted them with a slight wave of her black paw.

" I'm going to rip you apart!" a dragon roared and dashed towards her, however he was unable to get past the formation of dragons. He looked down and noticed a purple tail firmly blocking him.

" You will go no further" Spyro pronounced slowly while looking straight in the drake's eyes. His voice was dripping with pure malevolence and callousness.

The dragon backed away impulsively.

" Whatever people!" some dragoness yelled " If he's so protective of her so be it! We have a job to do, if those are really Destroyer's clones we need to stop them! Or this will be the end of the world all over again!"

The female's voice had the proper tone in them, instantly most dragons began to talk among themselves, cheering, and motivating each other. The dragoness looked at the muscular malachite dragon, with a tiny smirk on her snout she exchanged meaningful nods with Capro.

" Hey! People!" a more rational dragon exclaimed from the gathering of his more reckless companions " In case you haven't heard Spyro said those golems are indestructible!"

" Spyro recently is known for his wrong opinions! Attack!" a dragon roared and dived in the air

Many other drakes followed in his wake, emitting their characteristic draconic war cries.

" Let's turn those things to rubble!" another roar chimed in

" Wait!" Spyro yelled after the descending dragons the moment the drake he was blocking pushed away from him and dived down, only a handful of dragons remained by his side

" Idiots" Cynder sighed and went after the usurpatory fighters

Whining under his breath Sparx clutched himself to one of her white horns.

The dragoness smiled " What's wrong?" she scoffed, her voice adopting a more squeaky loud tone thanks to the amount of decibels she had to use to break through the barrier of the whizzing wind " You're not enjoying the ride?"

" I'm used to a more respectable mount" he gulped " And slower"

Cynder grinned, and cut her gaze to the formation of dragons descending on the what seemed dormant statues. They were still quite ahead of her and the only way, at least she hoped so, to make them see with what kind of enemy they will be fighting was to get to the golem first.

" Wanna bet who's going to get down there first?" she yelled with clear amusement in her voice " Think fast!"

Sparx looked at the descending dragons, the two of them were even behind the tails of the largest ones " You seriously can outrun them?" he yelled

" Clock is ticking!" she laughed " Who's your favorite dragon?"

The dragonfly sighed and tightened his grip around her horn " What the hell, at least we'll have an effective entry" he smacked her neck " Giddy-up my pet dragoness!" he shouted at the top of his lungs

Screaming happily Cynder made a swift spin in the air, the horrified yelp from above her head forced a merry laugh from her throat. With a single shake of her head she dropped her playful attitude and narrowed her eyes on the Keeper below. Time for games was over.

Out of curiosity, or simple arrogance perhaps she once again threw a glance on the formation of drakes, it only took her a while to locate Capro's heartless grey gaze from the group. With a roar of her own Cynder spread her wings, her green eyes sparkled with almost feral ferocity, the blades on her wings reflected the sunlight like a deadly sharp swords, her magenta membranes adopted a more fierce reddish color under the sun, like the color of blood spilled from a recently slain enemy.

In this very moment she represented one of the many meanings of black, the reason why blackness sows fear in every living soul. She showed them the reason why they were afraid of her all this time ago. Black is intimidating, unfriendly and unapproachable because of the power it exudes.

Her wings went down, her body stretched to its limits, each flap of her wings seemed to empower the wind that surrounded her. The sound no longer resembled the noise of a creaking door but that of a wildly spinning mill's huge vanes.

The hollow thuds seemed to bounce off Cynder's magenta membranes, each rumble sounded like a wind's war cry, which now loyally served the black dragoness and was now twisting and bending each gust to her will.

She was approaching the golem, its stone body was rapidly growing in her eyes. Time for games was over, Cynder no longer cared if she outrun the dragons, however it seemed that she got past them, if the frustrated roars were any clue that is.

Cynder swallowed a lump of anxiety when she noticed the golem below stirring, with a wiggle of her shoulders she stretched her body even further and continued onwards. The sound of stone grinding upon stone echoed in the air as the construct swiftly turned its massive head at the descending dragoness while its body remained in place, still facing the opposite direction.

Moments later its empty sockets resembling eyes flared up with malevolent fire. Then the heat spread across its whole body, as if breathing life to the massive obsidian body. More scraping sounds echoed as the golem turned its chest so it would be facing the same direction its stony neck was.

Cynder let out a nervous breath.

And then the golem's mouth parted, fire roared from inside its artificial solid throat, the construct let out an intimidating rumbling blare that shook the very foundations of nearby buildings while also leaving a scar on the confidence of the attacking dragons. Its huge arms were extended in a blink of an eye, two seconds later a similar loud slap of stony hands was heard.

She was fast enough to avoid the shockwave the golem released, her slender body slipped through the opening the creature's spread arms created. Yet the dragoness still could feel just how powerful the golem's attack was, from behind came the sounds of breaking glass and shattering rooftops.

Cynder flew below the golem's massive arms, she could feel the black rocks scraping her back delicately. In an instant she made her way behind the golem and stopped right below the back of its head. Her front paws began swinging, the dragonesses silvery claws began to slice at the golem's neck, where previously they found its weak spot.

She made a couple of slashes, rocks began to shoot in every direction, it was hard to tell if she was successful in weakening the golem, no visible crack appeared and she didn't have the privilege to continue her offensive. The golem made two heavy steps forward before it extended one of its arms fully and swiftly spun around.

Cynder gasped, it all happened so quickly, however she was lucky that her instinct wasn't daydreaming. Impulsively she pushed up, with a corner of her eye she noticed the massive arm approaching. She made two quick flaps, Sparx was screaming in horror, certain that their next destination will be the walls of a nearby building. Yet nothing like that happened, she didn't avoid the arm completely, for a moment she had to do some running there since her paws involuntary touched a quickly moving solid stone ground. The slight contact with the arm was enough to throw her off balance.

Before she could recover from the uncontrolled sway, the golem's second extended arm was already on the way. Even with her natural agility she just couldn't dodge it.

" Oh crap" Sparx muttered horrified while tightly wrapping himself around the dragonesses horn.

Cynder closed her eyes expecting pain to twist her bones very soon.

But then there was a loud rumbling sound, just like a thunder would hit the ground a meter from her. Cynder winced when something little and very numerous began to bounce off her snout. Accompanied by the golem's furious blare the dragoness covered herself with her paw and opened one of her eyes to look past her claws.

The construct's arm was fiercely pushed down, a familiar artificial spiked boulder was hanging above the struck massive limb. The golem began to raise its arm again but then the boulder fell down sharply. Another rumbling sound, another angry roar the moment the boulder hit the black rock. It bounced upwards at the impact while the golem's arm was thrown towards the ground.

He won't anyone touch her, be it the dragons or every other piece of shit craving for her blood. Nothing like that will happen, not on his watch. With a concentrated frown Spyro pulled his spiky armor down once more, the golem's arm was once again struck with great strength, the limb was once more sent flying towards the earth like some kind of an ownerless black hammer, but this time a hollow rumble could be heard as it struck the ground for the very first time.

Take that you piece of crap!

He was so mad, he didn't really knew what made him so angry, were it the blind dragons, the murderous golems, his impudent best friend or his stupid brother.

Whatever, it didn't matter, he was angry on all of them. What mattered now was the golem which attacked her, it will learn that it was a stupid thing to do.

Spyro in his stony form broke his force of inertia and went down again, chunks of black rock shot in every direction, the golem roared furiously when its arm was forcefully pushed down, this time however the arm almost got burrowed in the earth.

He needs to let go, he needs to let all of this boiling anger go, and the golem's arm seemed like the perfect punching bag.

Spyro went down again, there was another rumble, another roar, and another thud. The arm went into the ground even deeper than before. The golem tried to raise it but the boulder struck it again.

Another rumble, another roar, and another thud.

The construct stirred, yet this time it barely managed to move its arm since the boulder bounced off from it even faster than the last time.

Not really knowing what he is trying to achieve Spyro continued his attack, the anger wasn't fading, in fact it was getting stronger than before. Whatever. Let this glued rubble have a taste, it's time to let it know how bitter wrath feels.

To Spyro's surprise however the golem reacted differently this time, just when he was about to strike the arm for like tenth time, or more, he didn't count, it slipped away. With a fiery roar the golem dragged its burrowed arm backwards, not even trying to raise it from the ground, and surprisingly it worked. The ground began to shake as if a small earthquake just began, cracks appeared on the nearby more solid buildings while the weaker ones crumbled instantly. With a powerful roar the construct freed its arm eventually, it dragged it from the ground forcefully, like a gardener would rip a very sizeable weed.

Dirt, grass, rocks and some plants shot in every direction, Cynder had to hide behind her wings and risk colliding with the ground to protect herself from the many incoming diverse projectiles. However this wasn't the worst thing that happened.

When the rocky arm slipped away, Spyro's magical round form took its place, the hole in the ground was deep enough to muffle every shockwave Spyro's collision with the ground created. He tried to roll out of the hole but discovered that he buried himself. When he prepared to return to his natural draconic form a huge shadow blocked every possible sunray.

With the spiked armor fading away Spyro raised his eyes to see what caused this eclipse. His eyes went wide when he realized what was behind this darkness. It was the golem's massive feet, which swiftly went down at him the moment he looked at it.

Spyro's rocky armor went up again, just in time in fact to repel the golem's powerful stomp. The dragon let out a groan of anguish, he could feel the pressure on his boulder-like form. The golem was pushing hard, trying to crush the life out of him, it took much concentration to hold this barrier up.

The creature roared irritated that its attempt to crush this aggravating rock has failed. It raised its leg again just to push it down forcefully once more. Spyro groaned through clenched teeth as the golem's heavy feet was once again withheld by his magical armor. It was difficult maintaining the flow of elemental energy, even if he was protected he could still feel pain, much, much pain.

Cynder turned her head from the formation of dragons in the distance, some of the drakes took notice of her tactical approach and followed the same pattern. However there were also those who didn't pay any attention or ignored her completely.

Those were the dragons who had the unfortunate meeting with the golem's reddish unrelenting force. The ring threw the dragons around like massive ragdolls, no matter how big they were they all met the same fate. And it wasn't a single shockwave that ravaged the draconic ranks, at least two more rings released from two different golems had their share in this havoc.

" You have to get to them Sparx" Cynder said while observing the dragons in the air, tossed in every direction as if they were unwanted toys

" What?" the dragonfly blurt out horrified " Oh no! I don't want to play in that playground"

" Go to them now!"

He smacked her forehead " Are you nuts?!" he darted in front of Cynder's eyes while pointing towards the sky from which the dragons were struck down " Can't you see what's happening? Those guys are getting thrashed all around the place!"

" That is why you must tell them how to attack the golems"

" Why me?" he whined " Can't you do it?"

" They won't listen to me" the dragoness narrowed her eyes on the ground, where a golem was stomping a spiked boulder

Sparx shook his head in resignation seeing that there was no way of convincing her to listen to his protest " I'm too old for this" and with that he did as he was told

Without wasting any more time Cynder made a backflip in the air and aimed her body at the ground, close to the golem. She pressed her wings to her body, the wind whizzed ferociously around her, she was like some kind of a falling black star with sole intention to collide with the earth.

However there was no explosion, no bright flash when she touched the ground, no sound relating to a crush could be heard. Instead of turning into a pulp Cynder dived into the earth as if it was nothing more than water. The shadow through which she supposedly fell into the ground sealed itself shut the moment the blade like tip on her tail vanished completely.

Similar black splotch appeared right behind the golem, moments later a black dragoness with dark mist emanating from her claws shot straight up from the magically created portal. She kept raising up until she reached the golem's neck. Hovering in the air she extended her dark empowered claws. Cynder began to slice at the back of the creature's neck.

Rocks kept bursting in great numbers from the spot her claws aimed at, every slash left a trail of dark mist behind her silvery claws. She kept on going restlessly, with every growl that grumbled in her throat her blows were becoming faster and faster, her priority was to distract the construct, prevent it from attacking her best friend, breaking through the golem's armor was only a secondary objective.

The golem however didn't care about her personal goals, or any other thing for that matter. The construct only understood violence, especially when it is the one spreading it and when the dragons were the victims of this violence it was all the better, teaching the drakes a lesson is everything it wants.

Cynder's unending attack had to make an effect, even golems don't like to be harassed it seems. With one final stomp the golem spun around in a blink of an eye and began to flail its arms chaotically. The move was so dramatically fast.

With a shocked squeak Cynder pushed backwards, dodging the golem's powerful fist by mere inches. After the miss the construct roared furiously like it has never done before, the blare was so strong that it shook the very foundations of surrounding buildings. After that display it renewed its attack with even greater ferocity.

It was then when Spyro sent an ice spike directly at the golem's neck just to start to fly in close proximity to the creature's back while using his ice breath to freeze the spot his icy projectile hit earlier. It was hard to tell if his attack was successful, the icy residue remained on the creature's body during his attack, but if it will remain there when he'll stop that is an entirely different matter.

The knowledge of the golem's offensive capabilities and coordinated attacks of both Spyro and Cynder were proving them to be considerable enemies for the creature, it wasn't dying as far as they could tell, but it couldn't get them either. They were in a deadlock, and the distance they kept from the golem seemed to prevent it from using the shockwave that hurled them at the walls when they first encountered the creature, a shockwave that would easily break this deadlock. It seems even such powerful beings have limits.

This game of bullying came to a conclusion when the golem suddenly became dormant and the fire burning within its body died completely, it all happened so fast and unexpectedly that it surprised both young dragons.

Nothing really led to something like this, the golem was taking a beating but instead of weakening it the dragons unrelenting attacks seemed to strengthen the creature. It was becoming faster minute by minute until it stopped, turned itself off just like that, as if by a magic touch.

That same magic touch had to be responsible for awakening the golem a minute later. Fire burst from its rocky eyes with such intensity that Spyro who was currently in front of the construct had to cover his eyes. Momentarily its whole black body began to glow red, second after second the reddish hue covered more and more of the golem's body.

The fire inside the creature seemed to be out of control, it was growing rapidly like a recently started fire when you put too many leaves in it. Tongues of flames started to slip through the cracks on the golem's natural armor. It was looking like some sort of a massive dynamite with numerous already lit fuses.

Before the young drakes put two and two together it was already over. With one final roar the golem released all that accumulated flames. The sound of cracking rocks was heard when a fiery ring shot from the construct's body.

Both young drakes let out some really painful yelps, in Cynder's case her scream was empowered by a feminine squeak. The fiery ring not only was a powerful shockwave but also it carried all that boiling heat inside the golem with it.

Both dragons impulsively protected themselves with their wings. The ring not only tossed them like ragdolls but also scorched the two dragons leaving a trail of black smoke and the scent of burned flesh behind their hurled bodies. Cynder was hurdled straight into a building, the impact was so strong that cracks appeared on the weakened walls like spider webs from the spot where her black body met the stony obstacle. Spyro before he hit a building collided with a tree, that sent powerful bolt of pain through his spine and made him spinning wildly like a tossed twig before he finally had a close encounter with one of the houses, not as powerful as his friend's but still quite noticeable.

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Some minutes before both young friends had their unexpected meeting Sparx was coordinating the attacks of the other dragons... with a very pitiful effect.

" Listen to me!" Sparx yelped while he was spun around by the wind created by another diving dragon

" Those things are tough!" a battered drake exclaimed from above

A powerful draconic roar echoed in the air as one of the bigger dragons tackled one of the golems, however the battle didn't go in the drake's favor since it was the dragon who landed on the ground with the golem on top of him choking the life out of the draconic soldier.

The dragons who hovered near the dragonfly began to spit all kind of elemental attacks at the golem, yet no matter what hit the construct it remained unhindered and completely focused on ending the life of the dragon below it.

" Idiots!" Sparx shouted at the top of his lungs while slapping one of the dragons across his snout

" Get out of my way bug!" the slapped dragon shoved the dragonfly away forcefully

Sparx was hurled away, the shove was so strong that it sent him spinning in the air. As he was making another round around his own axis of rotation he noticed the dragons who spat every possible elemental attack at their disposal being shot down from the sky by a reddish ring released by some other golem from the ground.

It was then when his wild spinning was gently ended by a greenish scaly paw, Sparx shook his head and pushed away, his eyes went wide when he realized that the dragon who stopped him was the same one who caused Flare all that unwanted jabbering.

" What do you propose we should do?" Capro asked gently, his body already carried the signs of battle

" Push that thing from that guy!" Sparx screamed and pointed his finger down towards the ground where the dragon was struggling with the golem, his eyes followed soon after.

His mouth went agape when he noticed the pinned dragon below being approached by a second golem. The freshly arrived construct raised its massive leg, just above the dragon's head, Sparx winced and averted his gaze the moment the leg went down and the sound of crushed bones was heard. Only a lifeless corpse with a broken neck remained of the reckless yet somewhat brave dragon.

" Damn..." the dragonfly muttered sadly

" We have all the sky to us, let's bombard those things!" a dragoness yelled

Cheerful roars that resounded after hearing her idea were a clear signal that most of her companions agreed with her.

" No!" Sparx protested " You need to keep close!"

" What they can do if we are so far away? Let them set loose those shockwaves, we will avoid them easily!"

" Don't be so sure! As far as I know those things are meant to fight dragons!"

" You know jack squat!" the dragoness snapped back " Let's show those things what creatures rule this world now!" the dragoness roared enthusiastically and released a fireball at the golems below

The fusillade of many kind of different elemental attacks followed soon after, it was like a rain caused by intertwining every element with each other from which this world is made from. Bolts of lighting, spikes of earth and ice, fireballs, all those things were flying down towards the golems, there was absolutely nothing in the whole world that could survive something like this. Even Sparx who was already familiar with the constructs capabilities looked down hopefully, maybe it will be all over with this single massive attack.

For once something could go their way.

Extremely loud rumbling sounds echoed as every possible projectile from every possible element collided with the ground, or their targets. The earth burst with all kind of colors, and it wasn't only a single flash, many similar ones followed soon. If they didn't know better they would say that today is a festival day and a huge parade is marching through Boven.

When the dragons finally started to conserve their elemental energy and the colorful mist eventually died down, a sight no one expected presented itself to them, and the still standing and practically unharmed golems weren't the main component of this surprise.

From the fading mist appeared dozen or more cones of pure energy, the color of those cones were a mix of specifically four colors. Red, green, yellow and blue, all of them were sparkling with such wild intensity, each of them represented an element the Realms were made from.

And all of them were an unstoppable force.

Screams of panic circled around the formation of dragons when the cones arrived. The pure reaving energy was remorseless, the unfortunate drakes who were too slow to realize what is happening ended with their bodies being pierced by this cones of combined energy. Some tried to protect themselves behind their wings but to no avail, the energy drilled through the membrane armor, the only thing they achieved were some more seconds of agonizing death.

Moments later it was all over, a cloud of silence has befallen on the wounded army, and then all those boiling emotions were set loose. Dragons began to drop from the sky like flies, streams of blood followed in their wake. Painful and sorrowful roars filled the sky as the surviving drakes mourned their fallen companions

Sparx held back a wailing sob, with a hard swallow he made his way towards the big malachite dragon " Listen Dude, I don't know what your game is, or why you seem to be stalking us everywhere we go and now I sincerely don't care. I'm sure that whatever you got planned in that big head of yours needs people so you can see it through, you won't have any cannon fodder if all of those guys die today. I've noticed you got a knack for making people see your point of view, better make use of it before there will be no one else alive to listen to you!"

Capro narrowed his eyes on the cocky dragonfly, he is nothing more than filth, like his brother, how he dares to speak to him like that? Yet he couldn't deny the fact that the glowing dipshit was right, he needs those worthless assholes if he ever dreams of having his revenge, they need to take the blame if he is to cherish the upcoming spoils of his personal war.

Capro with great difficulty swallowed his hate " I repeat my question. What do you propose we should do?"

" Work as a team!" Sparx exclaimed while fiercely pointing towards the ground where Spyro and Cynder were ganging up a single golem " Like those two down there! Those things have only one vulnerable point, it's the back of their necks"

The malachite dragon snorted, that black tramp serving as a role model, he has never before heard a worse insult. There is absolutely no way he will debase himself like this.

The dragonfly took notice of the drake's obstinacy but he was too inflamed to pay it much attention " Stick close, don't attack from the air or you will have your insides turned upside down by one of those red rings again and hope that combined attacks will turn those things to rubble!"

And then something really unexpected happened, Sparx eyes went wide when he heard the golem below serving as an example emitting a one hell of a tremendous roar. The shock only intensified when he noticed the construct releasing a reddish ring of fire that hurled the two young dragons away from it.

Sparx gulped " That's new..."

Capro driven by curiosity also looked down, an intoxicating feeling of satisfaction flooded every fiber of his body, the pleasant sensation even caressed his soul. There was something marvelous in seeing her in pain, his only regret was the lack of possibility to maim her himself but it won't matter in the end anyway if he'll be the one who gets the slut's head.

But then the golem below moved towards Lightbane, Capro's heart was instantly filled with worry, that thing doesn't deserve the kill! He will have her head and nothing or no one else, his snout will be the last thing she sees before he beheads her. This is his purpose!

With an angry roar Capro raised higher in the air " Dragons! Heed my call! he blared commandingly. His ferocious roar was enough to throw the rest of the drakes from their states of sorrow

" Sparx is right! He and his brother have fought this things before, he knows what he's talking about! If Spyro won't be our guiding light then who will? He's a clear example of draconic wit and strength, it's our duty to follow in his steps! Let's make our Savior proud! Let's make our fallen friends proud!"

The determined and motivated roars that followed after Capro's speech were a clear signal that the volunteer army of dragons craves for some payback. Already some more experienced drakes who knew a thing or two about military tactics set up the necessary offensive formations.

" At least a pair occupying each golem" Capro continued his roar " Solo actions only in dire circumstances! Don't waste your energy on frontal attacks, distract it while your partner exploits the weakness on the golem's neck! Stay close to those things and make short work of them! Time to make use of our numbers! ATTACK!" the malachite dragon roared and darted towards the ground

In a cacophony of many different draconic roars the rest of the drakes followed in their current leader's wake. Capro deliberately slowed his descent, dragons basically phased on both his sides, he could almost feel their vengeful spirits raging inside, probably because he knows that feeling and can relate. Eventually the dragon he was waiting for caught up to him, exchange of nods between the two of them were enough, everything was clear, their goal was set.

Capro looked down, and narrowed his eyes on the feminine black form below.

And their goal wasn't far.

*

Spyro's shaken consciousness was slowly returning back into reality, with still swirling world he looked up at the sky from which many familiar rumbling roars were coming from. Yesterday perhaps the sight of basically raining dragons coming to their aid would breathe some second wind into him that would wipe the slate clean.

But not today.

Today he knew that if the dragons are coming to help, their intention is not to assist them but rather him alone. So those spiteful creatures better stay away from him, for the sake of this whole amateur army.

Spyro finally got his dizziness under control but then he began to feel pain in practically every part of his body, a perk of full awareness it seems. Groaning he pulled himself up, immediately an aching sting ran across his wings, they were burnt, in some places quite drastically. Hurtful wound but luckily not crippling.

Whatever that golem did was unexpected and completely new, next time he'll be prepared when facing all kind of constructs, at least prepared as best as he can be, magic is unpredictable after all. He scanned the surroundings, looking for the golem's charge, the moment he located his currently triumphant enemy his eyes went wide open.

The creature wasn't interested in him, it was marching towards Cynder, however that wasn't the reason behind his shock. On the golem's neck Spyro noticed the thing he wanted to find there the moment he laid eyes on the construct. He could clearly see the fire burning inside the creature's body through the opening on the back of the golem's neck.

It seems their harassment finally paid off, this thing isn't indestructible, it's just hard to kill or rather hard to destroy. Spyro made a shaky step forward, he needs a moment to get accustomed with walking again. Witch each new step he moved faster, and before he knew it he began to run, no pain is strong enough to stop him from protecting his friend. Even among this whole mess going inside his head, even among all those boiling dark emotions, that single purpose remained clear, yet there was no denying that it was also tainted.

As he ran he narrowed his eyes on the golem ahead, the fiery crack in its body was like a beacon drawing all of his elemental energy. He didn't protest, that thing is vulnerable now and no matter how much energy he will have to use he will bring it down.

And then suddenly all of that concentration was gone with one swift, powerful and trained impulse of instinct. Spyro immediately skidded to a halt, his fighter's gut worked like a third eye and during his wild chase it was wide open. The ground below his paws shook slightly, grass and dirt bounced off his snout forcing him to jerk his head to the side when a strong shockwave slid just in front of him. Two more reckless steps and he would be swiped by it like by a powerful oceanic wave.

Spyro opened his amethyst eyes, he began to bounce on the ground when powerful rumbling thuds of massive legs sent seismic disruptions across the earth. Another one of those golems was charging at full speed, behind the creature the purple dragon could see numerous forces of drakes engaging already in some skirmishes with other constructs.

The purple drake growled angrily as he turned to face the attacking construct. He was pissed actually, mad at the whole world and especially furious at the golem who had the nerve to distract him. With four more thudding strides the construct was on him, its arms were risen above its head, ready to slam at the ground and crush him.

With a strong flap of his wings Spyro jumped back, just in time to avoid the lumpish fists. Earth cracked under the powerful strike, however as intimidating as that looked like Spyro remained calm, as if he didn't take the risk seriously. The golem raised its arms, the moment it happened the purple dragon sprinted underneath them and between the golem's spread legs.

He jumped forward like a leopard and made a quick spin in the air, making use of his wings he propped himself up while still avoiding the ground. He pushed himself to a straight position, his hind legs barely dangling above the ground, it was then when he sent an earth missile straight at the golem's neck. When that happened he once again put his wings into action and pushed back, just in time to avoid the construct's second slam.

Draconic roars echoed all around him, some were filled with almost feral triumph while others were full of anguish. Spyro pushed higher, always keeping his distance from the swinging arms of the golem. As he dodged another strike Spyro raised above the construct's head, he just had to know how Cynder is faring. And it wasn't only worry that forced him to do it, it was something darker, it was difficult to name this emotion, it was like a swirling, gut twitching parasite of every bad emotion combined.

And it only wanted to see her making a move against the dragons, or perhaps it wanted to see the drakes attacking her...or both. It was so confusing but also so...so...enthralling, important. He just had to know, he had to.

And the fucking sight was blocked!

BLOCKED!

A fucking malachite dragon was fighting with a fucking golem! Right in the fucking way!

Fuck it!

Fuck them all!

The golem he was struggling with didn't matter anymore, nothing was more important than getting there, past that fucker ahead. Spyro pushed forward, however the only thing he managed to do was to yank his body slightly before his bones rattled in agony and his insides were turned upside down by a powerful shockwave from below. He paid dearly for this moment of distraction.

The purple dragon was sent spinning into the clouds above, even the pain wasn't strong enough to quench the fury boiling inside him. He roared wrathfully, another obstacle in his way, that thing has it coming, the fucking walking rocks who attacked him are once again in the center of his attention. The creature below once more spread its arms, preparing another attack.

" Come on fucker! Hit me with your best shot!" Spyro yelled like a maniac slowly regaining control of his body " I'll be ready!"

However Fate had other plans for him.

Spyro grunted when unexpectedly he collided with something, during this brief moment of shock he wondered when clouds became so thick....and scaly.

It's not a cloud! It's a fucking dragon!

Every nudge of surprise was gone, only that writhing dark emotional parasite remained within him. When he was about to make the golem pay the fucking lizard had to get in the way. Another fucking obstacle!

Still unable to regain control Spyro sank his claws into the dragon's scaly hide. A growl of pain escaped the drake's throat.

Yes! Scream you fucker! For everything you've done!

The shockwave pushed him with a great amount of force, it was just impossible to stop the spinning, and colliding with the dragon didn't help either. Yet even despite this discomfort Spyro whenever he could sank his claws into the body of the dragon he was currently bouncing off, and he did that with great satisfaction.

Bounce after bounce his claws left more reddish marks on the golden scales of the dragon, even in this blinded state of fury there was some advantage in this ruthless action. Whenever his claws pierced the other drake's scales his uncontrollable bouncing slowed down, the cuts his claws left weren't deep but they did their job, even if it wasn't intended.

" Whoa Spyro!" the gold dragon exclaimed when the pain reached a limit that wasn't to his liking and yanked his body away from the now almost stopped form of the spinning purple dragon.

" Watch where you put those claws! I'm here diving to assist you and you get blown by that thing. And look what I get for trying to help you!" the dragon yelled amused and wrapped his tail around the purple drake to slow him down completely " If I didn't know you I would say you wounded me on purpose!" he chuckled " Come on man, let's teach that thing a lesson!" and with that he dived

You want more fucker? It wasn't enough for you? So be it! Time to pay for this mockery!

Spyro with a furious roar followed the dragon.

The soldier ahead looked behind his shoulder while grinning widely " That's the spirit!"

Oh you have no idea fucker, when I get you I'll tear you to shreds, we'll see how wide you'll be smiling then! This is what you get for getting in my way!

The dragon turned his head again and yelled something.

Spyro didn't care. For him fuckers should be seen not heard.

And then the drake suddenly dashed to the side.

Another red ring of energy took his place.

The purple dragon didn't even try to run, before the shockwave reached him the drake let out a last furious and almost insane roar before once again he was blown away.

" FUUUUCK!" Spyro blared out wrathfully spitting saliva in every direction like a rabid dog while he spun in the air

This time however he recovered balance much faster than before, this time the pain was barely noticeable, it was like almost all the ache instead of hindering his movements just fueled him with more energy. And with this renewed dark vigor he went after the dragon, his red claws were sprinkling droplets of freshly spilled blood as he cut through the air.

The golden dragon landed near the golem Spyro fought earlier, and attacked it. The purple dragon however landed in between some buildings, keeping his distance from the fighting, preparing his move against the golden fucker who had the nerve to stop him. The struggling dragon eventually moved past the golem, so his tail was facing the rows of buildings where Spyro was waiting.

The purple dragon narrowed his gaze, this is the right moment to strike. Sliding his bloody claws across the ground he darted forwards, shooting bits of grass and dirt everywhere. This is the time where the drake will pay for his...his...his...whatever. He'll pay and that's what matters, the reason behind such fury is irrelevant. Nothing will stop him this time.

He was wrong.

The buildings around him began to shake violently, cracks started to wound their walls, the whole ground trembled as if a massive earthquake was ravaging the land. Then one of the houses in front of him collapsed, a deafening rumbling noise intensified only by many draconic roars hit him like a wave. Spyro jumped back instinctively, one of the side walls of one of the buildings ahead fell down, the pile of rocky rubble blocked his way in a cloud of dust, stone after stone piled on each other, effectively preventing any maneuver around it on the ground.

Moments later another wall collapsed on the opposite side of the already destroyed building the moment a rock hit its already weakened foundation. More stones piled in front of the purple dragon, he had to make some steps backwards to avoid some stones heading directly at his front paws.

Spyro stared at the hovering dust in front of him with fire in his eyes. His insides were twitching, struggling to hold back that slithering dark parasite that consumed his soul, it was proving to be too strong for him, but he managed to weaken it with one powerful roar.

" WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!"