Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Village Raid ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Seven: Village Raid
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Glacia stirred and awoke to a new day. After a brief yawn, she went to check on Spyro only to find that, to her worry, he was gone.

 

`Oh, God, not again.' Her thoughts replied

 

“Spyro?” She called out.

 

“Right here.” A voice replied

 

She looked over and was relieved to find Spyro standing next to the left glassless window with his arms on the sills and his eyes overseeing the morning skies.

 

Glacia got up from the bed and approached towards his position. But when she got there, she took note of the worried, yet guilty expression on his face.

 

“What's wrong?” She asked, concerned masking her voice.

 

Silence, Spyro sighed deeply while constantly gazing at the skies.

 

“Nothing. It's just…” He trailed for a while before getting right back on topic. “I'm just reminiscing.”

 

Glacia issued a slight nod in recognition to his thoughts.

 

“Cynder?”

 

Spyro nodded.

 

“Yeah. You know, during our relationship, we always get to look out into the morning and night skies together. That right there was the most memorable experience of my life.”

 

Glacia nodded in comprehension.

 

“I see. So, what's with the guilty conscience?” She said in reference to his facial expression.

 

Silence, Spyro issued a deep breath and spoke.

 

“I can't help but feel that I have betrayed Cynder.”

 

“Pertaining to last night?”

 

Spyro nodded in response as Glacia's expression softened.

 

“Spyro…” She started while placing her hand on his right shoulder as a sign of reassurance. “What we did does not change how Cynder feels about you or vice versa. I'm not sure as to whether she would want it this way or not. But I can assure you right now that this is anything but betrayal.”

 

In silence, Spyro slowly looked towards Glacia while his expression briefly softened.

 

“Y…You sure?”

 

Glacia smiled.

 

“Trust me, Spyro. I wouldn't have allowed it to go any further if I wasn't sure.”

 

Glacia did have a point. He has been grieving long enough to pursue his death. Yet, she was able to give him a reason to live by way of passion in order to deter him from that fate. And during that time, she showed less signs of protest from the ordeal. In a way, she enjoyed it.

 

Spyro issued a soft snicker from his breath and spoke.

 

“Thanks.”

 

Glacia smiled and patted his shoulder.

 

“No more moping?”

 

Spyro shook his head.

 

“No. Just coping.”

 

Afterwards, they have decided to watch the morning skies together without anything to disturb them from that moment.

Spyro and Glacia have arrived at the tavern hours later as Ivan greeted their presence.

As they sat in their seats in front of the counter, Spyro's expression grew of guilt once again.

 

“Listen, Ivan…” He started as Ivan gave him his full attention. “I, uh…I-I want to apologize for the way I acted. I—“

 

Before he could finish, Ivan shook his head and intervened.

 

“You don't have to apologize for anything, Spyro. You were obviously mentally disturbed by something and I probably got caught in the middle of it. If anyone should apologize, it should be me.”

 

Spyro shook his head.

 

“No, No, th-that won't be necessary. L-Let's just shake hands and be friends, how `bout that?”

 

As Spyro extended his hand, Ivan looked down to the purple dragon's hand.

 

With a soft smile, he looked back to Spyro and took it while the purple dragon smiled in response.

 

Glacia smiled upon witnessing the event as Ivan went back to issue them both a drink for the morning.

After a while of silence, Spyro sparked a question that has been recently on his mind.

 

“Glacia...” He started as the ice dragon issued her attention. “Back at the desert where I found you injured, do you have any idea why they would capture you?”

 

Silence, Glacia pondered this, but shook her head.

 

“No. I was venturing through this desert at that time until I noticed those armor-clad baboons. I started to ask them for directions, but instead of answering me, they lacerated me with spears. After a heavy blood loss, I eventually passed out.”

 

After a while of silence, she issued a smile to the purple dragon.

”And then, I woke up and met you. Thanks for saving me.”

Silence, Spyro returned the smiling gesture.

”Likewise, again.” He said as both dragons issued a snicker of amusement.

 

However, their moment was shattered by the time a muffled explosion from the outside area has sharply caught their attention by earshot.

”The hell was that?” Spyro asked

 

Then, they both heard terrified screams from the villagers followed by a nearby explosion.

 

Before Spyro and Glacia could react to this, Ivan walked out the other room with a worried expression on his face.

 

“What in God's name is all that racket?”

 

Another explosion echoed in the background followed by another round of terrified screams as Spyro and Glacia got up from their seats.

 

“Shit.” Spyro muttered. “It sounds like the village is under attack.”

”But why would they attack here?” Glacia asked

 

Ivan was pondering that himself as Spyro shook his head.

 

“I don't know. But I gotta go out there and do something before anybody gets hurt.”

 

Glacia nodded.

 

“I'm coming with you.”

 

Spyro looked to Glacia with an expression of worry in his eyes.

 

“I don't know about that. Are you sure?”

 

Before Glacia could response, another nearby explosion has occurred, which only further agitated the ice dragon upon the attack.

 

“Yes, Spyro, I'm sure.”

 

Silence, Spyro facial expression switched to determination as he diverted his gaze forward.

 

“Ivan, you have any weapons here?” He asked

 

“Spears in the back in the shack.” He replied

 

“If they try to come in here, you know what to do.”

 

Ivan nodded in response as Spyro and Glacia ran to the outside area.

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As soon as the two dragons exited the tavern, another explosion issued near their position.

 

They took cover from the blast while the debris rained around them.

 

As they looked to their surroundings, they saw, to their horror, that an amount of the villagers were motionless with their blood staining the soil. Some were dismembered, ablaze to a crisp, and impaled as a result of the explosions, swords or spears to the back for an instant kill.

 

Throughout blazing fires and the massacre, they looked to find a single large catapult riding slowly throughout the village. Among the catapult were a number of small and large armor-clad baboons. Each one of them was armed with a spear gauntlet that Spyro instantly recognized.

 

However, before any reaction was made, both Spyro and Glacia took note of the catapult launching another attack.

”Come on. Let's go, let's go!” Spyro instructed as both he and Glacia crossed the clearing towards a nearby house before another explosion made its fiery impact to the ground.

 

As the debris flies, Spyro and Glacia managed to braced themselves to the left side of the house.

 

Panting, Spyro looked out from his spot to find a number of baboons dismounting from the catapult and was on approach while searching every house in the village.

 

“Glacia, I want you to search every house. If you find any villagers alive, get them to safety.”

 

Glacia nodded.

 

“What are you gonna do?”

 

“I'm gonna issue my own raid by taking care of these guys and that catapult.”

 

Spyro quickly evaded back with Glacia as another fiery explosion issued near their position.

Both started panting as faint screams were heard in the background.

 

“One against that many? Are you sure?” She asked while looking to Spyro.

 

Silence, Spyro looked to Glacia and issued a wide smirk to his face.

 

“I wouldn't need to do it if I wasn't sure.”

 

Glacia returned the gesture in kind.

 

“Get ready.” Spyro said as Glacia nodded in response.

 

Spyro looked out to find that the catapult was nearing the middle of the clearing of the village while preparing another attack.

 

As soon as the catapult halted, Spyro issued a hand signal to Glacia as she dashed from her spot towards the random houses.

 

One of the large armor-clad baboons took immediate notice to this and signaled for five of his smaller troops to apprehend the ice dragon.

 

They complied instantly and started on the pursuit, but they didn't get pretty far. By the time they have passed a house, they halted a little late upon someone they saw before they were engulfed by a massive fireball attack. As a result, their armors were charred while their skins were scolded. But regardless, they were motionless to the ground.

 

The army of armor-clad baboons was in stunned silence for a while upon that scenery and before any reaction was made, they took note of a purple dragon slowly departing from the side of the single house with a stern, hardened glare directed at them.

 

Momentarily, Spyro halted his position in the middle of the clearing before a dramatic standoff was issuing. All the while, his thoughts were in questions. Why were they raiding this village? Were they looking for something? Or someone?

 

Regardless, he wasn't going to let any of the villagers get slaughtered as a result of their heinous actions.

 

The lead baboon was about to signal all of his troops to advance towards the purple dragon's position, but halted as Spyro spreads his wings, raised his claws, and slowly veered his head back in preparation for an attack.

 

The lead baboon finally caught on to the indication before signaling for his troops to abandon the catapult. And no sooner before Spyro unleashed another massive fireball from his maw.

 

As the fireball hurled towards the contraption, the armor-clad baboons quickly abandoned the catapult before it was completely set ablaze and issued a fiery explosion, destroying it.

 

As the army tried to compose themselves from the shock of the blast, Spyro folded back his wings before looking behind him to find Glacia escorting the remaining villagers to a safe place.

 

With a slight nod, Spyro started to turn back around only to slightly stagger and grunt in pain upon a single impalement to the right shoulder by a javelin spear.

 

Blood splashed from the injury upon impact as Spyro braced the spear with his left hand while glaring over to the advancing army of baboons.

 

Gritting his teeth, Spyro quickly yanked the spear from his shoulder, which issued another grunt of pain from him, before he intercepted an incoming spear with his right hand.

 

Another spear impaled his gut, yet Spyro paid the pain no heed. Instead, he winded his hands back and repelled the two spears back towards them.

 

Both spears came in contact with two small baboons, unleashing blood upon impact and killing them instantly.

 

With a grunt of pain, Spyro yanked the spear from his gut and repelled it back while the javelin projectile made contact with a large armor-clad baboon, impaling him through its maw and out the back of his head while blood followed suit afterwards.

 

Three baboons were down, but more remained as Spyro surveyed the army in front of him.

 

He thought about using his flame breath to them, but due to the number gain, it was almost impossible at this point. Plus, he was constantly bleeding from his two injuries, which, in turn, weakened him from blood loss.

 

The leader took note of the dragon's condition and halted his troops from going any further. The lead baboon advanced forward until he was in front of his troops.

 

“Give us the dragon that we seek.”

 

Silence and panting from the recent blood loss, Spyro issued a dry chuckle from his mouth.

 

“Over my dead body.”

 

“So be it. You would make a worthy addition to our lord's collections.”

 

Unsheathing a curved-bladed sword from his holster, the lead baboon lifted the weapon over his head to strike down for the kill.

 

As his breathing slowed, Spyro closed his eyes and awaited his end.

 

`Help me.' His thoughts prayed.

Suddenly, Spyro felt an amount of power from within him that he hasn't felt in a while. It felt familiar, and warm. In actuality, it felt burning hot and the purple dragon has mentally taken recognition to this kind of power.

 

Suddenly, his body started becoming engulfed in flame, yet he felt no pain.

 

As the power intensifies from each passing seconds, the leader and his troops took note of this in both bewilderment and shock.

 

Several feet from behind Spyro's position, Glacia, who exited the shelter home that occupied the remaining villagers, took note of this scenery in awe unaware that she was being watched from the side of the house.

 

Meanwhile, as the leader and his army watched in shocking awe, Spyro slowly raised and bared his claws while the fiery power constantly increased.

 

During this time, Spyro slowly opened his eyes, which are a fiery orange/yellow color, and grinded his teeth while his bared fists vibrated upon the intense power.

 

The leader took note of this and was about to thrust down for the kill when it happened.

 

Instantly, as time virtually slows, Spyro spreads his wings, as the immense power was unleashed with an explosive shockwave blast, blinding the entire village with its bright orange and yellow color.

 

During the process, debris kicked up from the soil and the army of baboons, including the leader, was swept off their feet while the fiery shockwave issued around them. As a result, the attack set their bodies ablaze and reduced them to ash.

 

As time reverted to normal, the light has faded and the charred remains of the deceased army has fallen to the soil as Spyro, with an exhaust expression on his face, fell to both knees, and then fell to the soil on his stomach in an unconscious state.

 

Glacia, who was in awe upon the scenery, took note of Spyro's predicament and started to head over to his position. However, before she could, someone roughly grasped her from around the neck and issued a cloth to her mouth.

 

She issued a muffled scream, which soon turned into a moan before her eyes narrowed to close. As she fell into an unconscious state, three silhouettes issued a sheet over her, placed her on the shed, and went off with her.

 

All the while, Spyro lays unconscious on the ground, simply oblivious to what has transpired moments ago.