Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ The Search ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight: The Search
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'Spyro.' A soft voice echoed.

 

That voice. So familiar.

'SPYRO!'

 

A familiar cry of fear.

 

With an instant gasp of fright, Spyro jolted awake from the sound of the voice as he frantically surveyed his surroundings while Ivan held him at bay.

 

Breathing heavily, he saw that he was on a bed in the shelter home with a couple of the safe villagers. Swallowing saliva, his breathing remained the same before Ivan eventually spoke.

 

“Spyro, you need to ease yourself. Slow your breathing down.”

 

With a measure of calm, Spyro managed to ease his breathing before surveying his body. His injuries on his shoulder and gut were patched up and were slowly healing as he looked up to Ivan, who issued a smile.

 

“Your welcome.”

 

Spyro nodded.

 

“Thanks. What about everyone else? Are they…?”

 

“Everyone's fine. Although we have suffered a huge casualty lost.”

 

Silence, Spyro felt a measure of guilt inside of him upon the news.

 

“I'm sorry I wasn't able to save most of them.”

 

With a frown and an expression of sadness, Ivan issued a soft nod.

 

“Yeah. But thanks to you and Glacia, we're still alive.”

 

Spyro nodded, but then his expression slowly grew of worry upon the mention of the name.

 

`Glacia.'

Was that the familiar voice in his head?

 

Ivan took note of his expression.

 

“Spyro, what's wrong? And why were those apes raiding our village? What did they—“

 

“They were here for Glacia.” Spyro said before he started straining himself to move and stand.

 

Ivan grew surprised upon this reaction before halting him from going any further, prompting the purple dragon to gaze upon him in question.

 

“Wait, Spyro, where are you going?” He asked

 

“I'm going to go after them and rescue Glacia.”

 

“That's crazy, you're in no condition to perform such a task.”

Spyro grimaced in anger.

 

“Look, Ivan, those baboons were capable enough to do a lot of damage here and has taken many lives in the process. I am not going to sit here and let them do away with Glacia. Not this time.”

 

Grunting with effort, Spyro started towards the door before Ivan called him back. As the purple dragon turned around, the tavern owner tossed him a machete-like sword and a medium-sized bottle of elixir for his patched-up wounds.

 

Spyro caught both items in each hand, examined the machete, and twirled the weapon handle-first in his left hand to test the swift accuracy of it. Afterwards, he looked to Ivan, who nodded with determination.

 

“You be careful now, purple dragon of destiny.”

 

Purple dragon of destiny. Spyro hasn't heard those words said to him in almost a year and for the first time since the tragedy, he felt comfort by those words.

 

With a responsive nod, Spyro has made his departure from the house, spreads his wings, and took to the skies on his search for Glacia while Ivan and the rest of the remaining villagers exited the shelter home and watched the purple dragon's departure.
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As the howling wind brews throughout the skies, Spyro was in the air while his wings guided him through.

 

Moments ago, he has taken half of the elixir and his wounds healed instantaneously. Not only that, but it gave him an amount of stamina and strength, something that he tends to use against the enemies that abducted the ice dragon.

 

Throughout his search, Glacia was the only thing on Spyro's mind. After Cynder's tragic demise, the purple dragon has abandoned his calling and lost his reason to live.

 

Then, he met Glacia. And ever since then, he has been trying to steer himself away from her not only because he wanted to pursue his own death, but because it issued painful memories of that tragic day.

 

But regardless of it all, Glacia was able to stand by him and despite the behaviors and the emotional wreckage; she was gracefully able to give him something to live for. As a result of that, he was renewed.

 

And Glacia was to thank for that. She not only gave him his reason to live, but she has also given him a new found faith to embrace his calling as a hero of the realms. And he was willing to die to keep her safe from the clutches of evil.

'Don't worry, Glacia. I'm coming.'

With the thought in mind, he resumed his onward flight before eventually coming into sight of a lone fortress down below in the middle of the desert.

 

Upon closer inspection, the fortress has four pointed spires on each corners of the roof. The rest of the features almost resembled that of a maximum facility prison site with metallic structural alloy to the walls and no windows from either side.

 

As Spyro descended towards the fortress, he found that the place was unguarded from the front, yet it did nothing to unnerve the purple dragon as he eventually landed to the soil and approached towards the entrance.

 

As he got to the entrance, he wasted little time in heaving the large double door open. The door was heavily strong, but Spyro managed to gain enough strength to push it open while it creaked loudly in the process.
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Spyro eventually had the doors opened before making his slow advancement inside the place.

 

While doing so, he surveyed the surrounding area. He was inside the access corridor, but other than that, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

 

As he started to advance further into the place, the double door suddenly creaked to a close from behind him.

 

The incident itself caused the purple dragon to looked behind him to find nothing there but the double door. It was almost as if a powerful wind had blown those strong doors closed.

 

Nonetheless, he disregarded the issue and continued his advancement towards the far-off door that leads to another room.
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Spyro entered into a small area that resembled that of a courtyard. The place was quiet and it was cold regardless of the fact that no windows were present throughout the fortress.

 

As he looked to the ceiling, he could see four statuettes on each corner and all were gargoyles. But Spyro paid it no heed. Instead, he looked to the floor to find a design on it, but paid it no heed as well.

 

Then, he gazed forward before halting his stop. Before him was a fork in the area that consist of three passageways. One was in the middle, one was on the left, and one was on the right.

 

However, before Spyro could come to terms with his directions, a voice echoed throughout the room from out of nowhere, while the purple dragon acted on instinct to search around the place for the voice.

 

“Ah, the purple dragon has come. I have been expecting you.”

The voice almost sent chills down the purple dragon's spine, yet he regained himself with a hint of determination etched on his face.

 

“Who are you?” He demanded as his voice also echoed throughout the courtyard.

 

It was silence and the cold was endless.

 

“I am known as a shadow from your past.”

 

“Shadow from my…” His voice echoed before halting in confusion.

 

`Shadow from my past?' His thoughts wondered

 

Then, he remembered the nightmare that he had back at the village. He remembered the dark, silhouette standing over the corpse of his beloved, Cynder.

 

But he managed to shut his eyes in order to subside those thoughts from his mind. He needed to rescue Glacia, and if she's here, he intends to do so.

Opening his eyes, with a hint of anger mixed with determination, he looked up to the ceiling. He was about to speak before the voice returned.

 

“Yes, a shadow from your past. Much like that of the ice dragon who appears to be also a shadow of your past.'

 

Spyro slightly gasped upon the comment.

'She's here.'

 

Then, he growled angrily upon the knowledge that this mysterious enemy may have her somewhere in this place.

 

“Where is Glacia?!” He shouted

 

As his voice echoed, the purple dragon started hearing evil chuckling emitting from voice. It echoed constantly to the point where it almost drove the purple dragon to the edge of frustrated anger. In a factor, it did.

 

“YOU TELL ME WHERE SHE IS, YOU BASTARD!!” He bellowed out

 

Then, the chuckling halted as Spyro was breathing heavily from his outburst.

 

“Spyro.” A whispering voice echoed.

 

Spyro issued an instant gasp from his maw upon recognition of the voice.

'Glacia?'

 

As he directed his gaze to the middle passageway, his expression grew of horror upon seeing the sight of the severely bloodied ice dragon at the victimized mercy of a large, bulky, ape.

 

The muscular armor-clad ape held a chain that was connected to a collar, which was attached to the ice dragon's neck. And judging by the state of her, she was in no condition to fight back.

 

Fear and horror was in the purple dragon's eyes before taking note of the bulky ape wielding a large curved sword. And, to Spyro's widened shock, he was in the position of decapitating her right in front of his eyes.

 

“Oh, no. GLACIA!!”

 

Swiftly, with his left hand, he released the machete weapon from its holster, winds his arm back and threw the weapon across the area.

As the weaponry hurled in the air with swift precision, the muscle-bound armor-clad ape was going to strike for the kill when he halted upon an echoing voice.

 

As the ape gazed in the voice's direction, he was instantly met with impalement to the head by the machete while blood splashed afterwards upon impact.

 

During this time, Spyro dashed through the middle passageway in hopes to reach to Glacia and help her before she would faint from the massive blood loss.

 

But as soon as he got there to the midsection of the room, he halted his stop with a measure of puzzlement upon noticing that, by contact with the ground, the body of the armor-clad ape has disintegrated in a cloud of black dust.

”What?”

 

Then, he looked down towards the injured Glacia only to find the same black dust surfacing the area.

 

`Illusions.' His thoughts anticipated

 

Suddenly, his attention was issued around the room as the same sadistic chuckle has echoed the very room he was in.

 

“Where are you?! What have you done with Glacia?!” He shouted out.

 

As the laughter died down, he was provided with no response from the voice.

 

Wasting little time, he went to retrieve his weapon, which, apparently, wasn't stained with blood.

 

Then, the evil laughter returned and Spyro could tell that it was emanating from his right side where another passageway was present.

 

With a soft growl of determination, he sprinted in the direction of the chuckling voice only to halt his stop and swing his machete downward to an oncoming javelin spear, slicing it in half.

 

As the pieces clattered to the ground, he looked forward to find another muscular armor-clad ape dashing towards his position with a sword in its right hand.

 

Twirling his machete in hand, Spyro issued a stance before the ape raised its arm and swung down for the kill.

 

But Spyro, using one left hand that wielded the weapon, blocked the move. As the armored ape struggled down against the machete, the purple dragon did likewise against the ape before, with instant strength, forcibly shoving the weapon back, which, in turn, staggered the armored ape back.

 

With the armored ape slightly caught off guard, Spyro dashed forward and, with one swift slice, slit the ape's throat. As a result, blood gushed its way out from the injury before the ape fell to his demise.

 

Leaping over the deceased corpse, Spyro continued dashing forward while following the source of the sadistic laughter in the area.

 

He made a dash to the right and entered an area with a staircase that leads to the upper level. Instead of ascending by foot, he took to the air and landed next to the doorway of another room.

 

Upon entrance into this room, he entered a corridor. Across from the corridor lies another door that leads to the trophy room as Spyro made his way to the door and entered inside.

 

However, when he did, he, to his gasping horrors, was introduced to a shocking discovery.

 

The trophy room was a large area. Some would expect trophy rooms to be full of treasures and such. But the room Spyro was in was giving off a large stench of death and blood. Something that made the purple dragon nauseated beyond horror and disgust.

 

The reason was apparent in this matter.

 

Spyro entered the room filled with dragons. The only problem was that they were dead in such a way that it could only lead to one word: Torture.

 

At first, Spyro thought they were just statues, but the rising stench to the purple dragon's snout proved otherwise. These were his kind and they were dead, dismembered to pieces in ways that none could imagine. And what's worse is that they were used as trophies in every single section of this sadistic place.

 

As he began his slow approach and inspection, he could tell that the deceased and mangled dragons weren't anyone that he's known before and he was grateful for that. But regardless of that, he was thoroughly horrified by this kind of massacre. So much that he had to cover his mouth to block himself from the stench of this place in order to prevent a nauseated reaction from him.

 

As he reached to the center, he halted his stop as his thoughts raced with questions. Who was capable of such heinous and brutal acts? Then, it dawned on him.

”Dragon slayers.” He spoke softly.

It was a possibility. But the scenery before him was completely graphic and horrid, which leaves him to believe that whoever was responsible for this horrific act has an extreme, undying hatred for dragons. The question was: Who?

”More precisely, dragon hunters.” A voice spoke.

At first, Spyro thought that it was the mysterious voice echoing throughout the area. But there was no echo. In fact, the voice sounded nearby and it was coming from the purple dragon's left side.

 

But before he was able to look in that direction, a dagger impaled itself into him while the purple dragon issued a grunt of pain. And due to the harsh impact of the attack, Spyro's vision blurred while he was panting from the pain.

 

However, before he fell to an unconscious state, the sight of an approaching figure caught his blurry eyes.

 

“Welcome to my domain, my purple victim.”