S.T.I.A.D.L: Future problems and past solutions

~~~~Dragon Temple, Warfang~~~~

It had been nearly a year since the saviors were pronounced dead and everyone, including the chronicler, had given up hope that they were still alive. Their wounds were reopened on this day because it has been exactly one year since Malefor was defeated but the loss of their saviors turned a day of celebration into a day of mourning. Spyro and Cynder were friends to many and heroes to them all.

Inside the great temple sat three torn dragons, these three are know as the Guardian dragons and as such normally look past their emotions to help others. This time was different because it wasn’t just them grieving but all of Avalar due to the passing of three great heroes. Another Guardian Dragon known as Ignitus gave his life to help save the world by guiding the two through the burned lands where his body was discovered.

It was the unmistakable sound of strong wind within the temple that brought their attention back to the present. They entered the next room witch was the Sacred Guardian meeting room where they found a dragon a little taller than they were sitting on a purple pillow. The dragon was nearly pure white with a light blue wing membrane that was visible as he put his wings away. Just seeing this one dragon made hope flare inside their hearts that Spyro and Cynder had survived the cataclysm.

  “Long time, no see old friends,” the dragon stated with a smile though pain was visible in his eyes.

  “It has definitely been awhile, Kindo,” Terrador said after a few seconds.

  “Do you have news of Spyro?” Cyril asked getting straight to the point but the question caused the visitor to shudder and look depressed.

  “Not of Spyro but I have found Cynder. She is currently in the void between this universe and my home universe but things don’t look good for her,” he informed us with a look of desperation for something.

  “That is absolutely fabulous, amazing, astonishing, yet saddening,” Volteer started.

  “Enough Volteer!” the other three said in unison cutting him off.

  “Can’t you possibly help her?” Cyril again went straight to the point.

  “I could,” –he paused when he saw the other Guardians perk up because that was it for the good news. - “There is a shield that has her alive and well on a small piece of land inside the void.”

  “And you need us to help you break the shield!” Terrador finished for him with a look of joy on his face. The others perked up at this idea as well witch made Kindo feel even worse about the next part.

  “Let her go,” Kindo said so depressingly that his voice cracked a little.

  “Why!” the others immediately asked glaring at Kindo. The look in his eyes pleaded them to kill their curiosity on the subject but they didn’t yield an inch in the staring contest.

  “Nothing can survive in the void thus that shield is the only thing keeping her alive. If the shield breaks then she and many more will die. I could survive in the void but if I broke the shield then everything becomes thousands of times worse. The shield protecting her is known as the Kai shield,” Kindo finished barely maintaining his voice the entire time.

Kindo didn’t have the heart to inform them of Spyro’s survival since he knew that once the shield broke Spyro would die, fighting him. The other Guardians knew enough about Kindo to know that the Kai shield is the one shield even he shouldn’t use due to its secondary and secret purpose.

  “There is more to your story isn’t there?” a familiar voice asked but we couldn’t see where it was coming from. There was only one answer to who owned the voice; we knew it belonged to the chronicler.

  “Indeed there is,” he started but stopped as the voice finally registered in his mind.

  “Well then please explain,” Terrador said as he tried to keep his spirit up to focus on the information.

  “Come on then. We will help if we can but we can’t do that if you don’t tell us more,” Cyril said in a weaker voice than Terrador.

I still couldn’t admit my coming demise as so much has already happened to them so I said nothing and merely reopened my wings and dropped my disguise. My white scales turned pale while my wing membrane became a light purple and my eyes went from emerald green to a much paler green. They knew this form well as I had appeared in at meeting with it before when my body was too weak to traverse universes.

  “This is the final time for you isn’t it old friend?” the chronicler asked.

  “Indeed it is but with my death signifies the death of an ancient evil as well,” he said obviously trying to keep everyone’s spirits up.

  “The time is nearly upon us already and, without the mighty purple dragon, I fear our world is truly doomed,” Cyril said unable to utter the name Spyro again.

~~~~Spyro’s POV~~~~

While the changeling hive had few options for carnivores, the beauty of the hive easily made up for it. There were so many things to do but most of them were romantic and another portion was taken away from the smaller expanse of the land. It had been about two weeks, in the void it was hard to tell, since I had finally admitted to Cynder that I love her and we were now expecting eggs. My thoughts were broken as a changeling nearly knocked me over.

  “My apologies, Spyro but the King needs to see you now,” it quickly explained while looking around, probably for Cynder.

  “Cynder should be out in the eastern fields. She said that she wanted to be alone for a while,” I answered his unasked question. My answer made him nervous but he led me to their King, Crimson. It didn’t take long to reach the palace and it took even less time to find the King. He was in the shield room as he usually was the last few days.

  “Sire,” I said bowing my head to show my respect for the kind changeling.

  “I would say that there is no need for formality but time isn’t on our side at the moment,” he looked towards Dialia that was radiating a deep red aura instead of its usual light blue.

  “What’s happened to it?” I asked the obvious though he looked like he wanted me to figure it out.

  “The shield is weakening and when it breaks the hive will go back to the edge of Equestria,” he paused obviously getting ready to deliver the bad news.

  “One of three things could happen when the shield finally breaks down. The best option is that we merely return to our place in time and space but that is just being hopeful. The second is more likely, since you and Cynder don’t belong in Equestria you will be left in the void to die. Unfortunately, the most likely option is that an extremely powerful creature will again return and destroy everything. Not just my world or yours but all of creation before it begins anew,” the King explained quickly.

  “How can we tell the outcome?” I asked understanding his sense of urgency.

  “It’s impossible from here unfortunately but-” he stopped for a minute while giving a face of concentration like he was talking through the hive mind. While King Crimson was like that I noticed something near Dialia and ventured closer but when I touched it I passed out. The last thing my body registered was some strong winds, the sound of thunder, and finally the feel of marble under my body.