“Spike? Spike wake up” A voice called out for the sleeping dragon. He slightly moved his head towards where the voice was coming from. Opening one of his eyes to see a cyan blur begin to form into Ember.
“Ember?” Spike's voice sounded like he had something in his throat. But Ember still shook his body to get him up. “Ember what’s going on?”
Ember didn't say a word. Spike looked into her eyes and saw that they were worried. Spike forced himself off the ground and looked at Ember.
“What happened?” Spike was now concerned. He’s never seen Ember like this. “Come Spike And you’ll see”.
Spike stretched his wings and legs as they made a pop sound. He followed Ember into the room where the Friendship table stood.
Until he saw what Ember woke him up in the middle of the night for.
“Cynder?”
Cynder's head slightly moved. Her neck was in pain after taking what looked like a fire blast. Ember was putting cold water cloths on her burns.
Spike looked around and only saw Cynder and Amethyst. Spyro was nowhere to be found. This was odd. Spyro was always with Cynder as far as he knew.
“Spike wake Twilight up, she needs to know what happened”. Ember says as she continues to help Cynder recover. Spike nods before leaving, he looks back at the two dragonesses. “Who could do this?”
After Spike leaves the room with Ember alone to take care of her sister. The cold water stung her wings as Cynder let out a hiss. “Your gonna be okay Cynder,” Ember said as she was trying to keep Cynders mind off the water.
There was a small noise that brought Ember and Cynder's full attention. The young dragon Amethyst finally woke up and stretched her wings. Rubbing her eyes she noticed she was no longer in the cave.
Her eyes darted towards seeing her aunt and her mother. She jumped onto the roundtable where her mother was laying on. Seeing the burns on her body was scary but she looked at her mother's eyes.
“Mom where is dad?” Amethysts eyes were pleading for the information. Cynder looks at Ember as she backs away. “I’ll let you be” Ember walked away and opened a door looking for Spike and the Twilight.
Cynder looked back at her daughter with a heavy heart. How could she tell her that Malefor killed her father?. There sadly is no easy way to sugarcoat it.
“Amethyst...your father is...gone”. Amethyst’s world fell apart. How could her father be dead? Nothing could kill him yet he’s gone.
Amethyst’s eyes filled with tears as she began to cry. Cynders wing covered the dragon as they cried together.
Ember was on the other side of the door but even with through a door. She could feel the pain that was in that room. She looked behind her and saw Spike and Twilight still rubbing her eyes.
“Ember what's going on?” Twilight asks as Ember blocked the door. “Cynder will tell you later just..give her a moment”. Ember says as she rubs her shoulder. Twilight stops asking questions and waits a few minutes.
After a few minutes of letting Cynder and Amethyst mourn their loss. Cynder looked up and saw everyone walking into the room. They began to ask questions mainly about what happened to Spyro and who attacked them.
They only required simple answers.
Dead and Malefor.
Twilight went to grab the book she asked Spyro to fill with information about his heritage. There were mentions of Malefor but nothing to explain his history. He was like a ghost to her.
Torch woke up to the commotion with the four adults. Ember asked her son to play with Amethyst to try and take her mind off what she was just told about her father.
Once the two younglings left the room Twilight asked another question. “Who is Malefor? There are only mentions of him in this book” Twilight's magic lifted the book in front of Cynders snout.
Her claw lowered the book. “Malefor was a purple dragon-like Spyro, he was destined to bring peace to the dragon realms. But he was corrupted by the darkness he controlled. His Desire for death and war nearly brought all dragon kind to extinction, Spyros own father gave his life to stop Malefor...yet it was not enough”.
Cynder took a breath from talking as the information traveled through Twilights mind.
“He has no emotion towards who he kills. Dragons, Ponies, all matter of creatures will burn under his flame”. Spike walked up towards Cynder.
“But How is Spyro dead? He told me that Malefor told him that they are both immortal”. Cynders face took a sharp turn towards the purple and green dragon.
“And he believed that monster?” Cynder couldn’t believe that Spyro listened to the lie of immortality from Malefor.
Cynders legs tried to move her off the table. Landing gently on the ground she walked up to Spike and Ember.
“Listen to me, Malefor is manipulative and cunning. He will play you like a deck of cards in this ponies game called Poker”.
“He will stop at nothing to kill the ones you love”. Cynders voice was stern with the truth. Ember and Spike look towards the door where they hear Torch and Amethyst laughing.
“How do you know so much about him?” Twilight asks as Cynder lowers her head. “That’s not important, what’s important is that we stop Malefor”.
Ember crossed her arms. “And how do we do that?” Cynders answer was simple yet concerning.
“I do not know”
Ember leaves the room for a few seconds only to return with her bloodstone scepter in hands. The red orb begins to form a picture.
“Flame warn everyone in the dragon lands. Keep an eye out for a large dark purple dragon named Malefor”.
There was no answer.
“Flame? Flame can you hear me?”. Finally, there were sounds of movement within the red orb.
“Hello Ember”
Yellow eyes stared at Ember. The pupils were not moving as they burned within her soul. The voice was deep like her fathers but more dark and evil.
Cynders head jumped up at the voice as a growl was heard from her. “Malefor” she muttered with her teeth held together. “Ah, Cynder it seems you survived the blast. A shame Spyro didn't”. Malefors laugh echoed within the small orb.
“You monster, I WILL KILL YOU”. Cynder yelled as loud as it would've been to shatter every glass in ponyville. Malefors smile only grew. “I can see you miss having the blood of your victims drip from your claws”.
Cynder felt flashes of dragons blood spilling everywhere in her mind. She savored every moment of their suffering. “Never again”.
Malefors smile disappeared. He looked disappointed as his eyes return to Ember. “ I believe your little friend here as something to say”. his large claw picked up Flames suffering body. Cuts and stab wounds filled his body as blood spilled.
“I’m...sorry we...failed..you” Flames voice was getting weaker and weaker with each moment. His left wing was torn from his body only leaving a splinter of bone within the drooling blood. “Poor Flame. He really put up a fight but shameful that he failed to save your home.”
The orb changed from Malefors eyes to a burning wasteland. Embers castle was slowly burning down as with each passing moment. It could collapse at any given time. Embers eyes widened with shock. Malefor attacked Cynder last night and then made quick work of her home.
“Everyone you will ever love will die”. Malefor broke the connection as everything went silent. Everyone had no words. Spike walked up towards Ember as he wrapped a wing around her. Spike felt tears flow down his wing but he didn't care. He held her close. Her home was burning. He destroyed it all.
Ember could still hear the screams of her people through the orb when Malefor spoke.
“This is a matter that the princess’s need to know about”. Twilight said as she grabbed a letter and began to write. Cynder came up to Ember and hugged her as well.
After hearing a little dissolving sound everyone broke from their hug. Twilight just finished the letter to the princesses. Within 5 seconds flat a letter was sent back. Twilight's eyes scanned the page. “What is it?” Spike questions as she floated the page onto the table.
“We are going to Canterlot”
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The smoke filled the air. Embers castle fell with a swift gush of wind. The red crystal that contacted Embers blood scepter was smashed into millions of pieces like glass. The smile on Malefor’s face was greeted with a red dragon that had a tan belly showed up.
“Master, we have done what you asked. All dragons that lived in this land are dead, ones that were spared will join our army”.
Malefor looked down at the dragon. His massive size was terrifying already. His breath was filled with the smell of a dead corpse. The body of the young Flame laid waste as he struggled to claw his way out of here.
Malefor only watched as the suffering dragon made a small hope of escape. His large claw impaled the back of the dragon on the hard rocks. Within seconds Flame died as the red dragon only stared.
“Well done, be thankful I allow you to continue to serve me after what you failed to do with princess Ember.” The red dragon stood up off his knee. “But master I had no idea that Spyro would’ve been around, give me one last chance”. Malefor looked up at the fallen kingdom of Embers. It was in shambles. Dragons being hunted down and killed like cornered creatures. Some were smart enough to surrender and join his army.
Malefor looked back at the dragon as his glare made him return to his knee. “Very well. You shall hunt down Ember and this Spike”. Malefor turned around before thinking of one last request. “And if you see a young dragon with neon purple wings, bring her to me. Unharmed that is or you will suffer”
The dragon stood up and turned around as his wings began to flap to fly.
“Garble”
Malefor spoke the name of the dragon to get his attention. “Do not fail me again. Because if you do I will hang your corpse on the wall as a reminder to those who fail me”.
The threat of death was always a motive for Garble. Do better or die. It was that simple yet he failed many times. Malefor watched Garble leave within the sky. His patience was wearing thin with that dragon.
The only reason Malefor keeps him around is to infiltrate other dragon lands beyond this new land called Equestria. Together they killed thousands perhaps millions of dragons and these ponies.
Garble always broke down the defenses from within and Malefor brings his rising army to conquer. He killed the rulers of their lands and only those who are deemed worthy join Malefors army.
“Iezan, come here” Malefor calls out without looking behind him. A bright white dragon with a large body and wings comes from the cloudy sky. His claws were sharp enough to slice a clean cut within a manticores throat.
“What is it my king?” the dragon's body twitched furiously. He was like a creature that lost its mind. One half controlled his movement and one half controlled his insanity. “Follow Garble. If he fails me once again...kill him”
Iezan only bowed at his king's glare. “Oh yes, yes my king I will kill if I have to hahahahaha”. The white dragon flew into the sky as he followed Garble.
“Zuvruth” He yelled as a dark blue dragon passed Iezan in the air. “You call for me my king” Zuvruth bowed his head. “Mobilize my army. it will take days to reach Canterlot, burn villages that are in the way. Once we reach those princesses castle, there I will sit on my rightful throne” Zuvruth’s head was still lowered as he listened. “ and kill everyone who gets in your way”.
“Yes, master as you wish” Zuvruth left as Malefor looked at the smoke-filled land as lava flowed down streams.
Malefor felt his left claw disappearing as he looked down to see it turn back into ash.
He growled in anger as smashed his claw onto the rocky ground in anger. “The ancient ones put this curse on me for my crimes against dragon kind. They thought it would change me. My destiny is to destroy this worthless world, I would've done it by now without that purple dragon Spyro ruining my plan with the golem.”.
Malefor took flight towards the outskirts of the dragon lands. Possibly to find an answer on how to free him of his curse, or simply cause more havoc across the lands.
The river was slow and calm. The area was foggy and had no color. Trees held rainwater in the leaves as they slowly dripped.
Within the river the clear water mixed with red. Blood soon flowed within the little gaps between rocks. A purple body of a dragon with yellow horns and belly floated down. His breathing was slow and getting slower between each passing moment.
The stream forced his body to land on a small edge of the grass. He moved his arm as he struggled to climb over a small hill. His chest was in pain as blood continued to drip. A small hole opened after being impaled by the branch when he was thrown into it by Malefor.
His wings were bruised with claw marks still showing. He continued to push himself to his limits until he fell into the grass.
“Must...get..get..back...to them…” his voice struggled with blood being spit out from his mouth. “Cynder….Amethyst..no” his eyes closed as his body fell on the ground.
Death would finally claim its prize of the soul that belonged Spyro The Dragon.
A few seconds past as a large figured covered in a black coat found his body.
The figure was a dragon as he used his wing to pick the body up and put him on his back.
“Come young dragon, this is not your final battle”. The dragon made way to a small cabin built of wood. Thunder soon came roaring in. The dragon looked back at the young purple dragons body.
“They need you, my son”
Author's Note
welcome to the Sequel, my friends. first off I would like to say thank you to the KNIGHTS OF HARMONY for the idea of the title. the amount of support I got from that story was amazing and I never thought I earned it at all. I only hope this Sequel reaches their expectations.
I got some messages saying to get an editor. well, I would but I want one who I trust and would not try to steal my story. (trust me I heard some people say that has happened to writers.) so if someone is able to recommend me an editor trustworthy then I will talk to him or her about fixing every mistake I ever make.
have a good day or a good night.
(grammar and spelling will possibly be crap, I'm very sorry Grammarly does not work all the time)
Within the walls of Canterlot stood Dragons and an Alicorn. Ember Spike and Cynder. Along with Torch and Amethyst on Spikes back. The castle looked magical with the bright colors everywhere.
The hallway they reached held the glass paintings of important events. From princess Luna’s return to Twilight's ascension to royalty.
If you looked more closely. you could see that they will be telling stories.
The dragons looked at the glass while walking by. Some Ember never knew about especially the one coming next. The glass was painted mostly purple and green. Spike was seen falling and reaching out for a heart like stone.
Pony’s all over watched as a darkness tried to cover Spikes body. Ember didn't realize she stopped moving as she stared at the glass.
Even back when Spike was a young dragon he would risk life and limb for those ponies. She felt a wing wrap around her. It was Spikes wing.
“I remember that. It was when I saved the Crystal Empire. All the crystal ponies bowed to me which took me surprised.” Ember turned her head to Spike.
His size was a few inches taller than her. His muscles were bigger when you had the right look. The week of training Spyro put Spike through proved useful in Heartfire.
Spike was stronger then what he use to be. Ember was strong of course. She could protect herself if she was attacked, but whenever spike held her with his arms or wings she gets this sense of safety within him.
“Is that you daddy?.” Spikes son asks as he climbs up onto his father's head. Seeing his father on the glass was amazing. It was like he was part of history as a legend.
“Yes, it is son. It was during the first time we found the Crystal Empire. The evil king Sombra wanted to rule the empire through fear and hate, that crystal heart stopped it all with the love from all the crystal ponies.”
Ember smiled at her son's curiosity. That’s definitely a trait he gets from Spike.
Soon felt the wing that was warming her body left as he walked towards Cynder Twilight and the kids. “Come on Ember they are waiting on us.”.
Ember nodded and walked towards the closed door. Both claws pushed the doors open.
Inside the room was the princesses. Princess Celestia, Princess Luna.
“It is good to see you all are safe.” the voice of Celestia filled the room. Behind her, were more figures surrounding a table.
The first was two changelings. Thorax and his brother Pharynx.
“Spike, Ember I'm so glad you two are alright,” Thorax said across the war table. The green changeling said with a smile as his brother muttered under his breath. Unaware to his brother Thorax Pharynx just wanted to fight already.
There was a threat out there. The longer they were away from the hive. The more of a target they are. This meeting was nothing more than a waste of time.
“Now that we all are here we can begin.” Princess Celestia said as she and Luna walk up. Twilight scanned the room to only see Prince Rutherford of the Yaks. but she did not see her sister in law alongside her brother.
“Where Cadence And Shining armour.?” Her voice was mixed with confusion and a bit concerned. Celestia and Luna looked at each other.
It was the same look that if someone was holding information from you.
Twilight stared at the two princesses as they sighed together
“Twilight….there’s been no word from the Crystal Empire.”
“What do you mean?.” Twilight asks as a letter appears with a flash of magic. The letter slowly levitates towards Twilight as she begins to read it. “This letter was sent by your brother a few minutes before we lost contact with them.”
“This is Shining Armor Prince of the crystal empire. I write this message as a warning to all ponies, changelings or any of Equestrias alliances.
There is a dragon attacking the crystal empire. He is a dragon never seen before. The description from our tower guards reads dark purple scales, large yellow horns,”
Cynder overheard Twilight describe the dragon that attacks but she knew who it was. Her blood boiled like a fire at the description. Twilight brought the letter down with a face of concern.
She heart was racing. What happened to Cadence? Or Shining Armor and poor Flurry heart?. “That’s why there is this meeting, we are taking the fight to this dragon,” Luna explains with courage that could inspire even a weak mind fool could follow.
“Are you sure we have to fight? Maybe we can just talk to him and find a peaceful resolution.” Thorax said while holding his insect hooves together. He was nervous at what he just said.
“No.”
The voice came from behind Ember. Cynder walked past Ember and Spike towards the table.
“There is no talking for peace, this dragon attacks the Crystal Empire and Ember home. He killed my bondmate Spyro and attempted at killing me and my daughter.”
Cynder drew a breath of air in her lungs. Talking about Spyro was still painful.
Like a dagger stabbed in the heart.
“Malefor is a tyrant, he will do whatever he can to get what he wants,” Cynder says as her claws scraps a line into the glass table.
“How do you know so much about him?.” Celestia’s question turned the room silent. Cynders heart was beating nervously. How could she tell that she was one of Malefor generals?.
How she killed dragons of all kinds and dead for him?.
However while in her thought Ember stepped up to the table.
“My sister Cynder was going through the ancient books that were not burned by my father regarding our history, there was a prophecy that a purple dragon return and destroy this world.”
“There purple dragon behind you why not fight him?.” The yak prince said as Spike rubbed his head in annoyance.
“Seriously?.”
Ember silently giggles at the annoyed Spike but soon gathered herself. “Spike is not the purple dragon that destroys my home and is now attacking the Crystal Empire, we need to stay focused and help out our friends in the empire.”
Everyone nodded their head to Embers idea of helping their friends in the Empire.
However, Celestia held a hoof to everyone.
“I do have one question Twilight, where the other elements of harmony? I sent the letter requesting all of them to be here.”
Twilight rubbed her good in the back of her mane. “Well, you see they all were sent out for a friendship mission by the map,” Twilight said with a guilty smile.
“Where are they?.” Celestia asks as Twilight simply answers with. “Outside of Equestria.” She said sheepishly.
Ember cracks her neck and fists as the sounds of bones pop. “Well if we are done here I’m going to help our allies now.”
“Then it is decided then, Spike and Ember along Cynder will help with the Crystal Empire. The leaders of their homes should be ready for any attack.”. Celestia says as everyone nods.
Cynder Spike and Ember leave the room as everyone else begins to do the same. Ember quickly turns around to Thorax. “Hey remember if he comes just turn into something to equal him,” Ember says as Thorax hugs her goodbye.
The three dragons exit the door where they see Amethyst and Torch play fight around the craft floor. Cynder takes her daughter to an empty hallway to speak privately.
“Listen to Torch your mother and I were thinking while we flew to Canterlot.” Ember and Spike look at each other. Torch sits there awaiting their answer.
“We think it’s best that you stay with the princesses, we will be back but right now it’s the safest place for you.”
Torch was confused. “But what do you mean safe for me?.” Spike picked Torch up and placed him on his wing. “I’ll talk to him you meet up with Cynder and then we can head out.” Ember nodded and kissed Torches forehead and said goodbye.
Spike takes Torches to a hallway where no guards or anyone was near. The hallway was the same one where Torche saw the glass painting of Spike.
“Is everything okay dad?.” Spike gently let his son off his wing. “Yeah everything is fine but...Listen to me buddy...your mom and I gonna be gone for a while. Your gonna stay here with Amethyst and….”
Spikes heart stopped beating. How could he tell his son? His own son. That he and his mother possibly will die.
Torch is still young. Spike wished to be with him until he grows into the dragon Spike would be happy to call a son.
Spike leans his head into Torch’s left ear and whispers.
“If I don’t come back...take care of your mother for me.”
Torch’s eyes watered. He quickly grabbed his fathers chest and held on. The sniffles echoed in the empty hall as Spike covered torch with his wing.
“Don’t go, dad, please.” Hearing that from his son was heart-wrenching. Spike did not want to leave but he had to fight Malefor and keep him safe.
Spike would sooner sacrifice himself than let Malefor control his future.
He turns around after letting Torch go from his wing. Spike walked towards the door before turning his head back.
“I love you son.”
“I love you too dad.”
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The smell of flames fills Malefors nostrils. It was intoxicating.
Malefor lived for the smell of death. A small creature slowly crawled her way to the dragons sharp claws.
“Please let us be, the Kirian has done nothing to you.”
She begged. This Kirin was slightly bigger than the others but Malefor picked her up with his claws.
His growl was monstrous. His mouth slightly moved to show his fangs. The teeth were covered in blood. Pieces of intestines remained within his gums.
The queen of the Kirin showed no fear though. Being picked up by the large purple dragon would scare anyone.
“This is not personal…..you're just in my way,” Malefor added as his throat turned to orange.
Flames built up and shot at the queen between his claws. It spewed like a wildfire on her brown fur.
Her screams echoed as her skin began to scorch. Her people forced to watch what was becoming of her queen as they ran for safety.
Soon the screams became silent. Her burned corpse was tossed into the river. The splash left a hissing sound. Steam covered her body like a mist as Malefor roared into the sky. He was satisfied with the smell of burning flesh.
After a few huffs, Malefor heard a faint voice near the edge of the village.
“Come on everyone we come on come on.”
Malefors eyes watched to find where the voice came from. He soon saw a kirin leading others through a hidden cave.
They voiced their thanks to another Kirin named Autumn Blaze. Malefor growled as they escaped but they meant nothing to him.
There was only one reason Malefor found the kirin village.
For the Pool of Restoration.
Finally to be rid of the curse ever since he escaped the hellhole he was trapped in.. There were mere mentions of a village distend to hide the pool from all trespassers. the Crystal Empires hidden libary underneath the castle and the vast amount of amazing. there were mentions of some liquid creatures that infect a host. they give him increased strength and allows them to take any form.
but that was no interest to Malefor he only wanted the pool and its power.
How it is able to heal any wound or any curse that is affected. The curse of simply turning to ashes wasn't painful or corrupting to Malefor.
It was more of an annoyance to him.
Malefor destroyed the houses of the kirin village. If the pool wasn't here then Malefor would be glad he stated his bloodlust. The kirin possibly never knew they right under their nose was a pool that could possibly bring back life.
Finally destroying the queen's wooden home a cave was found. The dark cave held a small light near the end. Walking towards the brighten room was peaceful. Something Malefor has not felt in years.
The legends were right. This was the right place where the pool was hidden for many years.
Malefor stepped into the cool and calm water. It was refreshing like a luxury bath. Never has he had one since turning on his dragon brothers and sisters.
After a single drop of the cool liquid, his body felt different. Like his body was free of ashes.
He left the pool water dripped off his scales. They slid down slowly as Malefor looked back at the pool. Malefor growl as he slammed his body heavily against the entrance to the pool.
The heavy rocks collided from the ceiling. They crashed together filling the water. The pool was soon nothing more than covered by rocks.
It would take someone months to remove all of them.
Malefor smirked at the cave in he caused. He left the cave as the sun blinded his yellow eyes and the smell of flesh still burned into his nostrils. His wings stretched out as he flapped to rejoin his conquering army.
His breathing was calm and quiet. If anyone couldn’t hear the quiet breathing they would think he died.
Spyros head laid on a wooden floor of a shack. Spyros body healed slightly from the fight with Malefor.
Pulling his weight off the hardwood floor Spyro looked at his chest. The hole from the branch that he was impaled with healed nicely overnight.
Within his yellow belly, there was a red spot with dried blood. After looking at the dried up wound Spyro thought of what happened.
His mind went through many questions. What happened to Cynder and his daughter? Did they get away? Or...or are they even alive?.
Spyros muscles ached as he tried to get walk. He wobbled around trying to stand up straight.
He soon fell as soon as he got up. He was too weak to do anything. He had to accept that and wait no matter how much he wanted to go make sure his wife and kid are safe.
“Ah, so your awake.” A voice came from outside as a hooded figure watched the purple dragon stumble.
“Where...am I?.” Spyro asked as he stopped wasting his strength to stand up. The hooded dragon walked up and held his neck checking the wound.
“You are in my home, tell me do you remember anything from two days ago?.” The hooded dragon showed his claws while checking Spyros dried up the wound.
Spyro shook his head sideways confirming the dragons suspicion.
The dragon just hummed as he was looking. Soon taking his claw off Spyro before he began to walk away.
“You are lucky that I found you. you would have died of blood loss and we don’t need that.”
Spyro once again tried to use his strength to get up but as before he fell. “Hey hey hey don’t get up, that damage may not be bad on the outside, but in the inside you damaged some vital organs.”
“Like what?.” Spyro asked. “Like say your heart and your lungs. It’s amazing that you're still alive right now.”
Spyro just nodded away. He didn't care how lucky he was. He just needed to heal until the hooded one spoke again.
“I have done all I can but I know a person who can help with your insides.” Spyros head spun toward him with a confused look.
“Who?”.
“Well let’s just say that he is a bit…...venomous.”.
Author's Note
IM...NOT...DEAD...YET!!
I mainly took a break to focus on school. I've been working on this for a while and i am now devoting all my time to this story.
thanks for giving this story a try.
(Spelling and Grammer may be garbage)
