Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Hero No More ( Chapter 1 )

Together

A Spyro the Dragon Fanfiction

By Neo Rabbit

 

Disclaimer: Spyro and other characters belong to Krome and Universal. Fancharacters mentioned in this story is mine.

 

Rating: R for Sequences of Strong Bloody/Graphic Violence Including Torture, Some Language, and A Scene of Sexuality.

 

Genre: Drama

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Chapter One: Hero No More

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Dark clouds surrounded the skies and rain issued a constant downpour to the soil while cold, gusty wind provided most of the help.

 

But Spyro could care less.

 

At the age of 18, the teenaged purple dragon was perched on a grassy cliff shivering from the cold despite the protection of his wings.

 

As thunder clapped in the skies, Spyro's eyes drenched in the rain, but despite the strongly saddened expression on his face, he wasn't crying.

 

And, to him, his reasons were apparent. Something terrible has happened that he could've prevented…something mysteriously tragic.

 

“Cynder…please don't go…please.”

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Spyro, with both arms, held onto the body of his severely wounded lover, Cynder. He tried to help her, but her blood was constantly gushing its way out from her back and from her mouth.

 

The cause of the excruciating pain was apparent: A medium-sized silver spear was impaled to the abdomen. He desperately thought about asking who was responsible for it, but decided against it. Helping Cynder was his only concern now and that was all that mattered.

 

He was going to remove the spear from the abdomen, but she stopped him for a shocking reason that he understood. The spear was pierced through her heart and out the back and was killing her slowly. Removing it would be an instant fatal kill, which would only mean that there was no way to save her.

 

Upon that fact, devastation and horror was etched on the purple dragon's face while the constantly gushing blood was staining his hands.

 

Cynder's eyes were in tears and her body was shivering from the constant pain while her irises were slowly becoming hollow. But despite the pain, she managed to cast her teary eyes on Spyro and speak while the purple dragon was reduced to tears upon her state.

 

“Spyro…” Her voice shivered while slowly placing her shaking left hand to the purple dragon's right cheek and caressing it. “I…I…w-will never forget you.”

 

Her breathing labored as Spyro noticed.

 

“Cynder…” He started before she resumed with her eyes nearly narrowed to a close.

 

“I love you.”

 

“No, please.” Spyro pleaded, but his words were heedless.

 

Then, as time virtually slows dramatically, her hand fell from his face and her eyes closed…permanently.

 

Spyro watched in horror as his mate became motionless.

 

“No. Cynder?” He called to her softly, then a second time while desperately shaking her to wake up to no avail.

 

Upon the devastating truth, he slowly lowered his head, and shut his eyes tightly to freely relinquish his flowing tears.

 

He exhaled his breath and grinded his teeth in an effort to keep from screaming.

 

But it failed.

 

“CYNDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” His voice bellowed to the heavens, which, as a result, caused birds to take flight from the nearby trees.

The thunder clapped loudly as Spyro stayed his position. He was like a gargoyle in mental and emotional pain. Cynder was everything to him and now it was mysteriously taken away without even knowing who was responsible for the deed.

 

But upon that fact, Spyro mentally and strongly made a decision that issued a complete impact on Avalar and the entire dragon realms.

Inside the temple, three days has passed since the tragedy as Spyro stood on his hind legs before the elders, Ignitus, Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril. Behind him a couple of feet away was Hunter, Bianca, Flame, Ember, and Sparx.

 

All were at a loss for words upon the purple dragon's words.

 

“You're leaving?” Volteer eventually spoke.

 

Silence, Spyro slightly nodded with a hard, stern expression on his face in an attempt to hide his sorrow.

 

But Terrador seemed to take note of the hidden expression with concern and spoke.

 

“Spyro, you have to understand that we've all felt the burden behind Cynder's death. But pursuing this as an act of vengeance—“

 

“It's not revenge.” Spyro intervened while slowly lowering his stern gaze from them.

 

Ignitus took anticipation of his expression as one of despair.

 

“Spyro, I know you are disturbed, but—“

 

“Ignitus…” Spyro intervened sternly in a whisper while suppressing the urge to release a single tear from his eye. “I…don't want to do this anymore.”

 

The response forced the elders in stunned silence while his friends including Sparx grew shocked from the turn of event.

 

Then, eventually, Spyro slowly and sternly looked into the eyes of his father figure, Ignitus, and spoke softly.

 

“I am done.”

 

It was a brief, silent stare-off between Spyro and Ignitus before the purple dragon turned and walked from the elders' sight.

 

Despite the protest of his dear friends, Spyro kept walking without making any eye contact or speaking a word to any one of them.

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As soon as he exited the temple, Sparx and Ember caught up with him before he halted with the same expression on his face.

 

“Spyro, what are you doing? After all we've been through! You can't give up.” Sparx spoke while in front of the purple dragon's face.

 

Spyro, however, kept his same expression before speaking.

 

“I just did, Sparx.”

 

He started to continue walking, but Ember held him back. Spyro's stern gaze went to the pink dragon, whose pleading gaze was on the verge of tears upon this display.

 

“Please don't do this, Spyro. Please.” She pleaded.

 

With his expression intact, Spyro used his right hand and slowly caressed her left cheek before speaking.

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

Without another word, Spyro waltzed on ahead leaving a devastated Ember and a stunned Sparx behind while the elders' and his friends watched.

 

Spyro was only a couple of feet away before Ember started to run to his position while calling out to him in hope to stop him from leaving.

 

Flame followed her in order to stop her, but despite it all, Spyro took to the air and flew into the night sky while his closest friends looked up at him for the final time.

 

After he was out of sight, Ember was driven to tears and sobbed while Flame provided her comfort.

 

Afterwards, they looked up into the night sky and he was gone from sight.

Thunder clapped loudly as Spyro, who was still shivering, was soaked and wet from the constant downpour. It was nearly a year since he left, but the purple dragon could careless.

 

All he ever wanted was to be away from anyone, friend or foe, he has ever come across and hopes that imminent death would come for him soon.

 

As for his destiny, it was ancient history. No saving the world, no saving damsels in distress. He was destiny-free. He was a hero no more.

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