Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ A Moment Of Death ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five: A Moment Of Death
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Spyro, throughout the mist of his slumber, could see blood, the blood of his lover. He could hear her whimpering cries echoing in the background. He could see her tears relinquishing from her eyes upon the pain. Then, he could see a dark silhouette hovering over her corpse with a sadistic chuckle echoing from his maw.

 

In an instant, Spyro issued a frightful gasp and sat up in his wake. Panting softly and sweating, the purple dragon almost frantically surveyed his surroundings to find that he was still in the shelter home in the early morning.

 

Easing his breathing, Spyro cringed his eyes shut, lowered his head, and braced his left hand over his forehead upon the apparent conclusion.

 

`It was a dream.' His thoughts replied.

 

With a soft deep breath, Spyro, in his current position, looked over to the sleeping dragoness by his side. It was then that he was reminded of why he has came here in the first place. He needed to leave. He needed to leave this place for his moment of death and the last thing that he needed was to give someone his pain, grief, and anguish.

 

Slowly diverting his gaze from the icy dragoness, Spyro's expression grew stern as he made his decision.

Morning made its presence known upon the rising sun. And it only took the rays of the sun to stir Glacia from her slumber.

 

As she moaned and yawned in her wake, she noticed that it grew quiet; too quiet with no snoring emitting in the room.

 

Upon that fact, she looked over to the left side of the bed and found the reason why. Spyro was gone.

”What the…” She spoke before surveying the entire room.

 

Everything appears to be untouched. Could he have left to the tavern? She didn't know. So without hesitation, she got up from the bed and went out the door towards the tavern.

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Ivan was preparing the counter for the day when he noticed Glacia entering the room surveying the area.

 

With a smile, he spoke.

 

“Good morning, Glacia.”

 

Glacia nodded in greeting as she approached and halted next to the counter.

 

“Morning. Listen, Ivan, has Spyro been here?”

 

With a clueless frown on his face, Ivan shook his head.

 

“I haven't seen him come in.”

 

“What about the other villagers, did they see him?”

 

Before Ivan could speak, an elder female mole has entered the tavern with a bucket of liquid for the place as the tavern owner and the female dragoness took notice.

 

As she made it to the counter, she placed the bucket onto the table while Ivan took it and placed it under the counter to use for later in the day.

 

“Nice to see that you're up, dear Ivan.”

 

With a smile, Ivan nodded.

 

“Likewise, Sophia.” He greeted before he cleared his throat. “Listen, Sophia, my guest here is looking for a friend. I was wondering if you've seen him.”

 

Sophia immediately took recognition to his statement and spoke with a measure of concern in her voice.

 

“Is he a tall purple dragon with wings?”

 

Upon notice of the concerned tone in her voice, Glacia grew concerned herself and nodded.

”Yes. Have you seen him?”

Silence, Sophia nodded.

 

“Yes, I have. I greeted him this morning, but he became the silent type and went on his way. Is he okay? He seems disturbed.”

 

Silence, Glacia was in her thoughts. Spyro has been acting strangely ever since they have met. The first sign at the forest didn't catch her suspicions at first, but the second sign at the tavern did. And now, suddenly, he decides to leave without her. Something was wrong and whatever it is, she intends to find out.

 

During her thoughtful state, however, Ivan was constantly trying to get her attention while Sophia watched.

 

Eventually, Glacia snapped out of her trance and looked to Sophia.

 

“Uh, d-do you know where he was headed?” She asked and Sophia nodded before providing her an answer.
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Glacia was caught in the brew throughout the howling desert wind while searching constantly for Spyro.

 

It has been hours, but she has managed to withstand the heat wave in order to keep the search going.

 

Eventually, she halted upon catching sight of a silhouette that was nearby lying stomach-first on the sandy landscape.

 

As she approached for a closer observation, she found, to her shock, that it was Spyro.

 

Quickly, she kneeled and turned his body around. Then, she checked his pulse. It was beating, but faintly. And from the looks of him, he was in dehydration and his body was on the verge becoming a motionless corpse. She needed to do something and fast.