Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Distress ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two: Distress

The wind blew slightly and dawn slowly made its approach as Spyro, his wings folded back, waltzed the desert landscape of the peacekeeper's realm. Momentarily, he took flight, but it grew tiring to the point where all he could do was walk on his two hind legs.

 

Morning slowly approaches as his venture into the desert resumes. And despite the sun's heat wave, the purple dragon kept his walk until his last breath.

 

Although he was grateful for the heat to cool him off from the rain, it soon became overwhelming to the point where he would hallucinate. Yet, he could careless to response to them.

 

With his panting breath, red cracked eyes, and dry mouth, the purple dragon eventually slowed his pace and fell down to the sandy landscape.

 

It was all too much. But, to him, it was a good thing. Death was a good thing for him. Mentally, it was what he wanted and the desert was about to do it for him.

 

But before he could slumber off into his approaching death, something caught his attention about a couple of feet away as he slowly lifted his head.

 

Pass the howling wind; he saw the sight of a few armor-clad apes conversing among themselves while yanking a motionless covered silhouette on the sandy landscape by use of chains.

 

Whether these apes were the last remaining parts of Gaul's troops were of little concern to him.

 

Gaul was dead; he killed him a long time ago. So why should he worry?

 

Shaking the thought from his mind, he took a look at the chained silhouette.

 

To his guess, the silhouette that's chained up is possibly a prisoner for them lying on a metallic shed. He thought about going over to help this mysterious prisoner, but decided against it. Why should he? He was done with the hero routine. Why should he waste his time of death on a distress call?

 

With that thought in mind, he slowly laid his head back down to await his slow and painless demise.

 

Suddenly, a memory flashed at the core of his mind that caused him to flinch to his wake with a perplexed look on his face.

 

At first, he was clueless as to what that was. Then, he instantly recognized it before looking forward to where the armor-clad apes were dragging their prisoner.

 

Squinting his eyes, he took a careful look at the silhouette and could easily see a metallic blade at the tip of the tail.

 

He gasped upon that discovery and mentally came to a shocking conclusion.

 

`Could that be her?' He thought

 

He didn't know, but could it be possible? It would seem that the only way to find out is to go towards their position.

 

Straining, he got to his feet and followed the apes.

 

Meanwhile…

”What do you think the boss would want to do with this one?” The second ape asked.

 

“Same thing that he always does. But I wouldn't ask any questions about it. After all, he has his reasons.”

 

That being said, they kept to their walk when they were suddenly halted on the spot. The first ape tugged at the chain while the second and third one followed suit. No budge. They tried harder, but the results were the same.

 

“What the—“ The first ape started before turning around while the second and third ape did the same.

 

Their expressions were one of surprise when they saw a purple dragon positioned at the left side of the shed, his right ankle underneath the shed halting the wheel and keeping them from going any further. And judging by the apes' double tugging of the chains moments ago, the ankle was pretty strong.

 

Spyro, in turn, issued a stern hard gaze to the apes before the first one spoke.

 

“What the hell are you doing? Get off our shed!”

 

But Spyro provided no response. Instead, he removed the sheet with his left hand to reveal something that mentally shocked him.

 

On the shed was a severely injured, bloodied, light bluish female dragon with scales from her back down to her tail and a golden underbelly. But the thing that issued the purple dragon's shock was that it had four medium-sized icy blue horns and a solid, icy curved blade at the edge of her tail.

 

Then, a vision issued around this mysterious dragon, which slightly startled Spyro upon that vision.

 

`Cynder?'

 

He recognized the vision, and this dragon resembled her. But he denied that fact, because he knew the truth. She was dead and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. But where were they taking her? Were they responsible for her injuries? Those were the questions on his mind.

 

So without hesitation, he issue a stern, hard glare to the apes, who, upon his gaze, halted from getting his attention, and spoke.

 

“Where are you taking her?” He asked

 

“None of your fuckin' business, dragon.” The lead ape harshly replied before aiming a defense arm gauntlet in the purple dragon's direction.

 

The gauntlet was armed with a golden javelin spear while the rest of the design was like that of a crossbow. All three apes were armed with the weaponry.

 

Either way, Spyro grew unfazed by the threat.

 

“Now, move along.”

 

Silence with his expression intact, Spyro released his foothold on the shed and waltzed forward, the lead ape watching his every move.

 

While the apes watched his slow departure, none has taken note of the purple dragon's tail that appears to be nearest the lead apes' left ankle.

 

From the corner of his left eye, Spyro looked down and took note of it. And due to that fact, he halted his walk.

 

The lead ape took note of it and slowly approached his way.

 

“Hey, keep walking.”

 

Silence, Spyro slowly closed his eyes and spoke.

 

“You know…I would watch my step if I were you.”

 

Silence, the lead ape halted his approach upon that comment with a snicker of amusement masking his face. For a second, he turned back to his posses, who issued snickers of amusement as well to acknowledge that they heard the comment as well, and then turned back to the purple dragon with the expression intact before speaking.

 

“Really?”

 

Then, with his gauntlet still aimed to the purple dragon, he took two steps forward and halted on the spot just a few inches behind Spyro and resumed.

 

“And exactly why is that?”

 

In long silence, Spyro slowly opened his eyes, but didn't speak.

 

Instead, Spyro used his tail to sweep the lead ape off his feet while the ape fell on his back with a painful grunt.

 

The action alone not only issued shocked and surprised expressions on the other apes' faces, but it inadvertedly caused the lead ape to fire the single javelin spear in the air.

 

However, before that could happen, Spyro dashed towards the downed lead ape and intercepted the projectile in his left hand.

 

The second armor-clad ape immediately reacted by taking aim and firing the spear in the purple dragon's direction.

 

Spyro didn't even get a chance to look in the apes' direction upon the shot, but he quickly managed to withdraw his left hand that with-held the spear and used his right hand to intercept the next one which was mere seconds away from coming into contact with his face.

 

Yet, the purple dragon showed no immediate expression to that. Instead, he looked passed the spear and took note of the two apes' attempt to fire two more spears in his direction.

 

Twirling the spear downward in his left hand, he held the spear by the midsection while repeating the process with his right hand.

 

Afterwards, he quickly winded back and thrusted forward, sending the two spears soaring at top speed towards their target.

 

The apes' didn't have time to react or fire from their weapons before each was granted a spear to their foreheads while blood gushed its way out upon impact.

 

Their bodies staggered and convulsed for a moment while blood was momentarily spluttered from their maws upon the effect of the attack before they fell motionless to the sandy ground.

 

The lead ape took note of this in a hail of shock, but before he could move, Spyro planted his right hind leg down to his chest to hold him down.

 

The lead ape immediately started to aim his gauntlet, which he unnoticeably reloaded moments ago, to the purple dragon and fired.

 

But the purple dragon quickly intercepted the projectile with his left hand, repeated the earlier action with this spear, pinned the lead apes' left arm down to the ground with his remaining right hand, briefly winded his left hand back, and struck down for the kill.

 

The lead ape shut his eyes tightly while awaiting his end, and then heard the strike. Yet, he felt no pain.

 

Briefly trembling his body along with his breath, he slowly opened his eyes to find the purple dragon kneeled over him. Then, he looked from the corner of his left eye and gasped in fright upon the sight of the spear, which was struck to the sandy ground near his head.

 

“You're lucky I let you off easy. Otherwise, you would've gotten the same results as those two on the ground.”

 

Briefly shaking off from the shock, the lead ape slowly met the purple dragon's hard, stern gaze with a hateful glare in his eyes.

 

Spyro grew unfazed by the expression before speaking.

 

“Now I'm going to let you go, and then I'm going to take your prisoner with me. If I so much as see a goddamn spear fly pass my head, I won't be so merciful next time. Got it?”

 

Silence in spite of his expression, the lead ape issued a curt nod in response.

 

“Good.”

 

Slowly standing, Spyro relinquished his hind leg from the lead apes' chest and started on approach towards the unconscious icy dragon.

 

As he did, he cradled her in his arms without removing the sheet, spreads his wings, and took flight to the sky, leaving the lead ape behind to watch his departure with the hateful glare intact.

 

Momentarily, he gazed over to his deceased comrades and sighed deeply. It would appear that he has some explaining to do.

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