The Second Downfall

The Mad Thatter · Jun 15, 2010 9:01 PM

Chapter 1
The New Purple
Spyro sat in the centre of the grotto, multicoloured eggs surrounding him, embedded in mossy walls. It was the Year of the Dragon once again - ten generations ago the eggs had been smashed into pieces and the only survivors were himself and Cynder. The Guardians were tense, Terrador and Ignitus were deceased - but Cyril and Volteer were gripping their lives remarkably firmly. Cynder and Spyro played the rolls of the other guardians, and they were hoping that from the birth of the new dragons they would be able to train new guardians.
One thing was for sure; there was going to be a new star in the building. Surely enough, another egg sat at the end of the room. Curled up in the exact same spot where Spyro had in prebirth. And, oddly enough, the egg was the same colour.
Purple.
Spyro stared at the egg until his eyes blurred. He was suddenly filled with a rage he couldn't understand, a rage that made him want to smash the purple lump into violet grit. He lunged forwards, towaring over the mossy bed of the purple egg, his claws spiked out.
Spyro shook his head violently. What!? How could he have thought such a thing? Spyro was a good dragon, he had ridden the world of evil, and no one was going to better that, even if they could control the universe.
Spyro worried even more, why was he scared that the new purple dragon would be better than him anyway? He should be happy that a new dragon was to experiance such a life. Why was he so angry? So annoyed? So jeleous?
A hushed voice hissed in his head.
'You want to be best, Spyro, you always have done. You don't want to let this purple whelpling take your place, but he will. However, fear not, because you can stop it, you're still strongest. Reach forwards and smash the egg. Go on, Spyro. Smash it. Smash it!'
"STOP IT!" Spryo shouted.
He was terrefied. The voice in his head couldn't be Malefor's, Malefor was long gone. And besides, when Malefor bewitched Spyro he could see right through it. With Malfor he was hesitent, angry - never once had Spyro been tempted to go through with what Malfor had insisted.
But right now, Spyro's arm was reaching out, clenching, ready to slam down hard.
He raised it, but stopped when he heard a voice.
'Spyro?'
*bleep*, it was Cynder. Spyro, forcing himself a great deal, cupped his hand around the egg and stroked it softly with his huge clawed talons, scratching the shell slightly.
"What were you doing?" Cynder asked.
"Watching over the eggs," Spyro said quickly, in a very I-wasn't-doing-anything-suspicious voice. Spyro was suprised that he hadn't said 'I wasn't about to smash the egg into pieces, Cynder!'
"Aren't you paranoid, ah bless," Cynder said softly, in a very sickly voice.
Spyro fought off a groan. He turned away and started to pad into the main room, where he would attempt to get to sleep and fail. But at least he wouldn't have Cynder pratteling on at him.
"Spyro?" Cynder called.
"What?" Spyro hissed. It came out ruder than he'd intended.
Cynder wasn't fazed.
"Let me stay with you," she weedled.
They were both huge dragons now. Spyro was large and strong, with sharp horns and immense webbed wings. His scales had got darker and his claws more curved and sharp. His eyes were a sharp violet and his tail long and heavy. He was also stronger than he ever had been, if that was possible.
Cynder, however, had grown long and sleek. What used to be a barrell-shaped stomach had smoothed out into thin curves. Her wings were huge and blood-red on the inside, stretching up on giant stalks. Her claws were marble white and sharp, along with her thin horns rooting out of her head, and secondary horns curling out of her cheeks. She now looked exactly the same as she had done when she was evil.
Cynder was clearly in love with Spyro, but not once had Spyro loved her back. She often told him that she loved him, hoping he would say it back - but he never would. She was too perfect, too defined, too innocent - despite being the Dark Master's pawn.
Spyro had often considered a relationship, and they had one short romance that lasted for just a month until Spyro drifted away. She wasn't right for him. As horrible as it seemed, Spyro couldn't ignore the fact that the only emotions he felt for Cynder were ones remarkably like hatred.
But still, she loved him. And often told him so.
Like now.
"Spyro," Cynder whispered. "Spyro, I love you."
Spyro waited.
"Okay," he said quietly.
Cynder stiffened.
"Is that all?" she hissed, her eyes almost catching fire she looked so angry.
Spyro was slightly unnerved, but decided to go through with what he wished to say. After all, he was stronger than Cynder, both emotionally and phsyically.
"Yes, Cynder. That's all," Spyro whispered.
He didn't look at her face, but was vaguely aware of the tear on her cheek.
"Why don't you love me anymore?" she wept.
"I'm sorry, Cynder, I never did love you."
"What?"
"I said I never loved you."
"You did, you did!"
"I DIDN'T!" Spyro was shouting. "I d@mn hate you!"
Cynder looked shocked, then upset, then angry.
Spyro backed out of the room, hearing Cynder sob. She was pounding the floor, pounding it so hard that the eggs in the walls nearly fell and shattered, scattering rainbow colours; red, blue, green, yellow, orange, white, crimson...and purple.

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This might seem like a SpyroXCynder fanfic after the ending, but I promise, it's not! I dislike the pairing and decided to state that. I was trying to get across Spyro's attitude now he's grown up and doesn't have Iggy to keep him on the right lines. He hates Cynder, does he? Maybe Spyro's not such a nice boy after all!
Please keep reading and expect some more soon. smile

Plus, may I add a query?
Why is dámn cencored?

The Mad Thatter · Jun 19, 2010 12:02 PM

Chapter 2
The Fight
Cynder didn't so much as glance at Spyro the next morning. She didn't need to; all her attention was consumed by Cyril. Cyril had taken a bad turn in the night, and he now lay in the corner of one of the temple's warmest rooms, blankets plastered to him. His body was weary, his eyes drooping and breath laboured. However, he was still, without fail, demanding everything, ordering Spyro about left, right and centre. Spyro would have normally scoffed and refused to do what was asked, but as he now knew that Cyril didn't have more than a few hours left, he fufilled every request.
Volteer was more frantic, pannicked and fast. He spoke so quickly and used such complex words that it was a wonder he hadn't swallowed his tongue.
"The eggs have been left unsupervised for far too long a stretch. Cynder, please attend to the prebirth and ensure no harm has been bestowed upon them," Volteer gabbled. "Do you comprehend?"
"No," said Cynder blandly.
"Go see the eggs," Spyro told her helpfully.
"For God's sake, I do know what he means. I was being sarcastic, Spyro," she snapped.
"Sure," Spyro muttered. "As your head's full of sawdust."
Cynder shoved past, tears glistening in her beetle-black eyes.
"Have you two young dragons had an argument?" Cyril wheezed.
"Something like that," Spyro said delicatly. "Shh. Don't talk, it's bad for your chest."
"I'll do what I please, young dragon. You should know better than to order me around - have respect for your elders and betters. You're still practically a whelpling," Cyril snapped.
"A whelpling? I'm over a thousand years old, Cyril!"
"And I'm over ten thousand years old, I think it's a nice place to settle at - I've had enough of myself, and I'm getting sick of my own spirit. I will feel happy when I'm gone," Cyril said.
"So will I," Spyro muttered, but very quietly.

Cyril passed away the next morning.
Volteer, for once in his life, was totally and utterly silent. It was so strange - like a forest with no trees, it just didn't work. Volteer needed to gabble endlessly about everything and nothing just for it all to feel right.
But no, he stared at Cyril's lifeless body and wandered into an empty room - and Spyro didn't hear a peep out of him for the rest of the day.
Cynder was mournful. She howled by his corpse and gently stoked his rugged, icy-blue scales, apologizing for stupid sins she'd made and promising all sorts of different things. She gently stoked his huge paw and told his dead body that she'd take great care of the eggs and pass on all his amazing knowledge. Spyro nearly shouted in her face 'He's dead, for God's sake! He can't hear you!'
Spyro felt horrible inside, horrible because he felt releived. He couldn't help it. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, Spyro felt that he had hated Cyril just a bit. How he would witter on about his element like it was the only thing that mattered, how he would give Spyro stupid tips on how to control ice breath when he was doing it pin-perfect, how he would look down on fire dragons because they were stronger than him, how he would get annoyed with Spyro if he asked Terrador to teach him rather than himself. Every little feature irritated Spyro just a bit, and all that irritation had formed into one big hate.
"Oh God," Spyro whispered to himself. "What's happening to me?"
Then again, the hissing voice that told him to smash the eggs spoke to him.
'Yooooou're turning into Malefor, yooooooouu're turning into Malefor, yooouuuuuu're turning into Malefor, YEAH!' it sang.
"SHUT UP!"
Spyro rushed to the balcony and batted his wings, flying high into the air. He soared over the forest and landed by a grey lake. It wasn't a pretty sight, but that was the objective - so no one would be lingering. It was then there was a cough behind him
"[i]Go away," Spyro mumured, without turning round.
"Oh, Spyro, why the long face?" came a voice, a high, mocking, cackling voice.
Spyro whipped round.
"What?" he said.
"Oooh, a purple dragon! You must be the only o- Oh yes, there's a new violet beauty hatching soon. I know, I'll get his autograph instead," said the cackling voice.
"Just who the hell are you?" Spyro spat.
"Don't spit in people's faces!" the voice said.
"Face? What? Where the hell are you?"
"Where? I'm right about...here!"
As the voice said 'here' a long, lanky dragon flashed before Spyro's eyes. It was very peculiar looking, with gangly limbs and a long neck and a bony frame. His scales were a sickly beige colour, his horns silvery-grey and curled round either side of his face like rams' horns. He had uneven teeth and an icy grin that made Spyro feel nervous. His wings were bony and stretched up and large stalks - but were strong. The outside was a mysterious blue colour and the inside white. His claws were thick and chunky in contrast with his lank paws and legs. His underbelly was indigo, along with his huge, glowing eyes, which were outlined in black smudges, with black steaks pointing out of the outer corner of each eye.
Spyro leapt back in suprise and the dragon laughed.
"Who are you!?" Spyro shouted. "Who the hell are you and what do you want with me!?"
"Me?" the dragon said, tilting his head to the side. "They call me Concience! I'm a Concience dragon - I'm the voice in your head that says 'Go on, do it!' when you're about to pull the head off a baby dragon's toy."
"You!" Spyro was breathing heavily. "...So it's you who's been making me think these things..."
"Hey, Spyro! I can't take all the blame! A Concience can only go on what it already knows, and even if we tempt people, they still don't do it if they don't want to. And boy, Spyro, would you have smashed that egg up good if it weren't for the...what's-her-name, the drippy black dragon - Cynder!"
Spyro lunged forwards and grabbed Concience, shoving him into a thick tree.
"You've been watching me," Spyro hissed.
"Yep, but I'm not a stalker. I've been watching from the inside. Deep, man."
"What do you mean, you stupid spake?"
"Work it out, dumb dragon, I'm called Concience!"
Spyro stopped for a minute, figuring it out.
"...You're my concience," he whispered hoarsly.
"Excellent Sherlock, total genius!" Concience said sarcastically. "Yes, I'm your concience. I'm your very own concience because you're such a freak, and because I'm such a generous boy. Other dragons have to share conciences, but not you...apart from one dragon. But forget that. You have your own because you're greedy and you want to be best...right?"
Spyro's head jerked up.
"You shut up!"
"You don't have to have secrets, Spyro. You can tell Uncle Concience anything. And even if you don't, I'll find out anyway!"
"I though conciences were what stopped us doing evil stuff!"
"Hahaha, not you. I hand picked you specially."
"Jesus Christ," Spyro groaned.
There was a long silence that was probably only a second.
"Hey Spyro," Concience said. "Psst, guess what!"
There was a hesitation.
"You're turning into Malefor!"
Something, somewhere inside Spyro snapped. He leapt up, clenching his clawed fist, shoved Concience into the wall and started tearing his skin with his claws.
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
SMASH SMASH SMASH.
Concience dissapeared into thin air, and Spyro was left battering nothing. However, Spyro could still hear his thin, cheeky voice on the wind.
"Goodbyeeeee, Mally!"

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Ha, I love Concience. He's a really weird character, pretty rotten to Spyro. But I like him, he makes me laugh, especially the bit where he calls Cynder a 'drippy black dragon'.

I haven't had any reviews yet, but I will not be fazed! Expect some more soon, if you're reading.

x

cynderfan · Jun 20, 2010 12:56 AM

I like it so far big_smile

The Mad Thatter · Jun 20, 2010 7:25 AM

Thanks big_smile .

Chapter 3
Loosing Himself
Spyro hated it. His head was spinning like a tornedo and his temples banging like bombs. He didn't have the slightest clue what to do. Why had he hit him like that? Was he really turning into Malefor? He chuckled weakly at the thought.
"No way," Spyro muttered to himself.
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," Concience echoed in his head.
"Get out of my goddámn brain, you lanky git!" Spyro hissed (only the words such as '*bleep*' and 'git' were substituted for much harsher, sharper adjectives).
Spyro groaned and slumped to the floor, twitching his tail softly. He watched his violet scales as they winked different colours in the nearly-sunlight. They glowed a white, a pink and a red, but he was purple. A purple dragon - and a good one at that! Why was he beating up defenceless dragons about half his size, even if they were annoying? The scary think was, Spyro didn't know why. He was just full of rage all the time - his own rage, no one elses - and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He was too scared to tell anyone - he didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to tell people he was jeleous! Cynder would make some irritating comment like 'Oh Spyro, you're still my favourite!' and squeal like a fangirl. Volteer would just say 'I'm dissapointed in you' in about fifty different ways and...there was no one else to say anything.
Unless...
Spyro could visit Ignitus.
Ignitus was deceased, but he lived in the Celestial Caves as a memory, a spirit. Spyro must have wandered through the creepy caves about two hundred times, and the majority of the visits had been lonely and Ignitus-less - he'd only seen him about three times.
Spyro just hoped he'd be there when he really needed him.

Flying upon strong, mightly wings, he soared over violet seas to reach the Celestial Caves. Doubt was filling his mind, unwelcome but seeping in anyway. Ignitus was good at giving advice to Spyro, but didn't really understand him. Ignitus hoped that he might be able to accept Spyro's jelousy of the new purple dragon, but there was a feeling, a horrible, dreadful, nagging feeling, that Ignitus might be dissapointed in him.
Spyro had always hated it when Ignitus had been dissapointed in him - like when he found out that Spyro used to go out into the woods and breathe fire on swamp rats and kill them for the sheer hell of it - Ignitus had told Spyro very solemnly that no lives, no matter how insignificant, should be taken unless absolutely necessary. Spyro had never often dissapointed Ignitus, but those times that he had made Spyro's stomach clamp in guilt.
That was why, hovering literally an inch over the edge of the low cliff that lead to Celestial Caves, he nearly turned back. He remembered those many, many years ago when he had first arrived at the cave, unsure to what could happen...
'You've been hearing voices in your head, and they've lead us all over the place and now we're stood outside a creepy cave and I just can't wait to see what happens next.' Spyro's lip puckered as he remembered Sparx, long deceased. That was the problem with being a dragon, living so long that you see the people you love most die before you.
It was Spyro's fault Sparx was dead though.
No it wasn't, he didn't know that.
Then there came a loud, high, mocking laugh. It was the new voice his head. And outside his head.
"You really are screwed up, matie, aren't you!" Concience chortled. "Searching out a dead guy for help on turning into Malefor, honestly!"
"Did you not learn your lesson last time?" Spyro growled. "Keep away from me."
"I caaan't keep away from you, I'm your concience. And even if I wasn't I'd stalk you anyway, because you're just so much fun!"
"And you say I'm crazy," Spyro spat.
"I never said I wasn't crazy, the nut can take over the nutter, you know!" Concience declared, laughing hysterically.
"I'll kill you if you don't leave me alone," Spyro said angrily, and shocking himself in the process.
"O-oh, going for secret meetings with dead people? A long lost love? I did wonder if you an Iggy had something going, y'know," said Concience.
"WHAT THE HELL!? WHO DO YOU THINK I AM!?" Spyro shouted.
"I think," said Concience. "you're a guy who's loosing himself, or maybe finding himself...but soon, you won't - know - who - you - are."
As Concience said 'Are' he vanished, though his high, whispering voice still
rang on the wind. Spyro stared at where Concience had stood, trembling with anger.
He tried to forget, and turned to walk into the Celestial Caves.

spyroandcynder4ever · Jun 20, 2010 3:12 PM

Even that little bit of chapter 3 was good. Over all the story is good.

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