Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Glacia ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three: Glacia
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D'argaul growled inwardly with a hint of anger upon the news from one of his returning henchmen.

 

Cloaked in the shadows and positioned on a throne, Dargaul was a rather large muscular ape compared to the rest of the muscular baboons.

 

His face was in the shadows while his maw was stretched where his sharp teeth were seen from his mouth.

 

The rest of his view was cloaked in darkness, but as far as the henchmen can tell, he was wearing hardened armor.

 

For years, he has trained many of his followers in the ways of killing dragons and throughout the years, many have succeeded, earning them the title of dragon slayers.

 

Some would say that dragon slayers were a pack of renegade humans hoping to save mankind from the winged beasts.

 

No one, not even Dargaul's followers, ever expected apes to be dragon slayers.

 

The only creature that has had any experience with that kind of battle would be Dargaul himself. He hated dragons, which has been in his blood coursing through his vein for years. He hated them with an intense passion that many think would drive him to the edge of insanity. But he was careful to control himself. If he were to lose control, he would've killed one of his henchmen on the spot, which he could not allow.

 

He has lost many of his kinds before to a pack of dragons. To his dismay, today was no different due to the report of one of his returning henchman.

 

It has been two and a half hours since his henchman returned with his two deceased comrades on the shed and already Dargaul could read him like a dusted book due to the fact that he has sent three of them out there to snag a dragon for his collection.

 

But the mere sight of only one henchman returning back strongly gave Dargaul the indication that they had trouble along the way.

 

Softly growling inwardly, Dargaul issued a gesture of his hand to dismiss the henchman, who immediately took a respectful bow without a single word and made his leave while taking the shed along with him.

 

Afterwards, Dargaul leaned back on his throne. All the while, he was in his own thoughts.

 

It was apparent that the dragon they have captured was unconscious the whole way throughout the desert. And due to the indication of the report, this dragon was female. But if she was unconscious, there was no way that a single female dragon could've killed two of his henchmen, especially when it's three-on-one. This dragon had help, but from who?

Spyro was in the middle of a forest not far from the desert. Momentarily, he set up a campfire by use of his flame breath and sat on a log while constantly setting his pondering gaze throughout the fire and upon the mysterious icy dragon.

 

It has been two and a half hours and Spyro's mind was riddled with questions. Who was this dragon? And why does it show resemblance to someone that he lost almost a year ago? Those were good questions and hopefully this mystery dragon would answer him as soon as she wakes up.

 

Right now, he wanted to rest, but he couldn't due to the icy female dragon before him. Why? He mentally knew the answer, but once again denied it. She was dead and she wasn't coming back. He cursed his memories for even envisioning that image upon her. And if those visions meant what he think it meant, then he refused to fall in love with any other female dragon as long as he lives. He didn't want anyone near him. He didn't want to share his pain with no one, especially this dragon. That reason being mentally said, he has decided to leave her here when she wakes up. He has already healed her of her bruises and wounds so there was no reason to keep her around with him anymore.

 

As the minutes slowly started to pass, a weak moan was heard. Spyro needn't place his gaze in that direction since he recognized the noise as the female dragon before him.

 

The dragoness, who was lead on her right side, stirred and moaned in her wake. Eventually, her eyes fluttered open while mumbling softly.

 

Spyro grew heedless of her movements as he constantly stared down at the fire.

 

As the dragoness cringed her eyes shut, she struggled to sit in an upright position and succeeded. Afterwards, she opened and blinked her eyes several times to clear the blurs away before taking note of her surroundings.

 

While doing so, with a hint of confusion on her face, a voice spoke to her.

 

“You're in a forest.”

 

As she gazed towards the direction of the voice, she saw, through a campfire, a purple dragon seated on the log.

 

Her expression was still of confusion. Not to the surroundings, but to the dragon. Who was he?

 

“Who are you?” She asked

 

Silence, Spyro stayed his gaze to the fire before speaking.

 

“Spyro.” He answered with a hint of despair in his voice.

 

Silence, the dragoness shifted her gaze a bit in wonder before speaking.

 

“What—“ She started before Spyro intervened.

 

“You were injured in an attack.”

 

The dragoness tried to move but wince slightly from a sudden amount of pain. She surveyed around her body to find that she had stitches on her arms and upper hind legs.

 

She was about to speak on this matter, but Spyro immediately intervened.

 

“You were out for almost three hours. But all in all, I was able to patch up your wounds without any difficulties.”

 

Silence, while still surveying her stitches, she spoke.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Spyro issued a soft nod in response before speaking.

 

“Now I have a question for you.”

 

Silence, the dragoness issued her gaze to Spyro, who eventually came to gaze with the icy blue eyes of the dragoness while his expression was stern and hard.

 

“Who are you?”

 

Silence a bit, she spoke.

 

“My name is Glacia.”

 

Silence, Spyro nodded in response and debated on whether he should ask her the second question that was on his mind.

Silence, and with a sudden pondering gaze to the purple dragon, Glacia spoke.

 

“Do I know you from someplace?”

 

Almost immediately, Spyro shook his head.

 

“No.”

 

She grew in silence after that as Spyro noticed and once again debated on whether or not that he should ask the second question on his mind.

 

Eventually, he decided against it and shook the thought from his mind. He was going to let her go eventually, so there was no need to pursue the issue any further. Right now, he has to leave her somewhere and the forest wasn't an option at this point.

 

As he stood up on his hind legs, Glacia took note of it and spoke.

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“Nothing. Can you walk?”

 

Silence, she examined the stitches on her wounds and flexed every part of her body. As she felt less pain from the stitched up wounds, she looked back to Spyro and responded.

 

“I guess so. Why?”

 

“Because we need to get moving. Find the nearest village for shelter.”

 

Glacia has gotten the idea and started to stand. With Spyro's help, she managed to succeed in doing so.

 

After Spyro has extinguished the fire from the woods, he and Glacia started venturing away from the forest.
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