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Re: Cynder: My story of the dark

dummy@example.com (cynderfan) — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:50:59 +0000

When we got there I felt the pulsating presence of him.
Malefor
"Ah, so this is the one..." Malefor had a smooth voice then, but the evil in him was angered somehow, I never knew why.
Gaul had taken me to the hording chamber, where Malefor did what he was most known for, his torture.
The area had burnt shackles and chests filled with evil.
Dropping me in front of him Gaul gave another evil glare with that emerald spectacle.
Looking up, for the first time, I felt a power reaching out to me, an evil power.
"Good pick Gaul; this hatchling will be ready soon."
I looked up to see my soon to be Master, sadly I liked being near him, then.
After Gaul had tied me near my soon to be master, they began talking about the egg, Spyro’s egg.
“Master, the egg was taken by Ignitus and sent down the lake.”
Gaul closed his eyes tight and waited for Malefor’s anger to spit out in his grief, I did too.
“No matter, well wait until it’ll begin to search for its past, until then those guardians shall be attacked, as well as those peacekeepers.
Peacekeepers were a silent race, showing emotions through their scale color, they were a race that controlled water and light, keeping peace at touch, they are monk dragons.
Later that night I was locked up in a cold, damp cellar.
I cried.

Re: Cynder: My story of the dark

dummy@example.com (Malefor) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 23:35:54 +0000

Please Continue!!

Cynder: My story of the dark

dummy@example.com (cynderfan) — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 07:17:27 +0000

I yearned the light for all my years in the dark. So I will tell you what darkness is like for a monster, a monster so terrifying that the guarding merely stood shaken.
Me.

In my first breath of air out of my warm egg I felt the rugged hands of my stealer, it was Gaul, the one who took me from the light, oh how much I hated him.
But then again I heard him moan about how he missed his past life, whatever that was.
Digging my little beak into his musky flavoured finger he yelps and dropped me. As soon as my heart stopped I felt his hairy hand.

Setting me onto a rotted table he looked at me as if I was some alien.

"Your going to Malefor." Gaul grunted, picking me up and took me too the one who really created my story.