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Chapter Ten: Wake Of Death
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Thump…Thump.

A single heartbeat, slow and faint, which was emanating from the bloody corpse of one Spyro The Dragon.

 

It was said that the dead wouldn't be able to hear its heartbeat for it was now a spirit.

 

Thump…Thump.

 

A secondary heartbeat, and the results were the same as the blood constantly dripped from the purple dragon's mouth to the ground. Then, suddenly, a flood of memories issued from the core of Spyro's mind.

One piece of memory was of him holding the hand of his beloved Cynder before issuing a commitment to her.

'I swear to you on my life that we would live together and we would die together.'

Thump, Thump.

 

A third heartbeat, only the rhythm increased a bit. Then, another piece of memory issued an image of the tragedy: The voice of his beloved, the blood, the cries, the pain, and the agony.

 

Thump, Thump.

A fourth heartbeat, the rhythm were the same. Then, the memory of his first meet with an ice dragon and the passion they shared that healed him of his turmoil.

'Glacia.'

Thump, Thump.

 

A fourth heartbeat, only the rhythm increased to a normal pace while another series of memories has issued. The raid on the village, Glacia's capture, his recent discovery of his slaughtered kind at the hands of dragon hunters, and the torture he tried to endure.

 

Thump, Thump. Thump, Thump.

 

Five, six heartbeats, both issuing the same results while an image of a familiar face issued in his mind. It was the face of the one that caused him such grief and despair, slaughtered and tortured most of his kind throughout his undying hatred, and the face of the one who murdered his beloved.

'Dargaul.'

Thump, Thump. Thump, Thump.

 

Seven, eight heartbeats with a steady, yet faster rhythm before a sudden gasp of life issuing while the eyes open widely in the wake of death.

 

Spyro was alive. His breath was labored for a while before he slowed his breathing down. Surveying his surroundings, he found that he was still in the isolated torture area.

 

Then, the entire situation dawned on him.

 

`Glacia.'

He has to get free, and fast before Glacia becomes a victim of Dargaul's sadistic torture fest.

 

Glancing to the right, he saw the spear embedded through his right hand to the wall. Then, he saw the cold, metallic brace on his right wrist.

 

Upon that fact, it gave the purple dragon an idea. It was risky and painful, but it was the only way.

 

As he tried to muster up the amount of strength in his body, Spyro started grunting and straining to remove his hand free of the spear and the wrist brace at the same time. It grew painful in the process, but the purple dragon managed to endure it as much as he could.

 

With a strong grunt of pain, Spyro yanked his wrist forward before the brace broke off its hinges and at the same time, his hand was free of the spear, which was still stained with his blood.

 

Spyro examined the gaping, bloody hole in his hand before performing the same procedure on his left hand. As he did, the results were the same, but his wings and his hind legs were a different story.

 

After he freed his hands of the spears, he balanced himself to stay braced against the wall while reaching over to the spear on his left wing and yanking it out with a strong painful grunt issuing from his maw.

 

Due to the removal, blood gushed its way out while the same went for the right wing. Afterwards, he dropped the two bloodstained spears to the ground before reaching up and ripping the shackles from his wings.

 

Then, he ripped the brace from his neck before carefully keeping his back against the wall to keep from falling over.

 

With his back against the wall, he slid down and, after dropping the neck brace to the ground, reached over and, along with his other hand, yanked the two spears from his hind legs.

 

Due to the removal, it caused him to fall on his buttock while panting heavily from the constant blood loss and pain rising from his injuries.

 

Regardless, he ignored the pain, dropped the two bloodstained spears to the ground and strained himself to stand. As he did, he started to walk very limply before he reached for the dagger in his gut, twisted to its original position, and yanked it out.

 

Blood gushed its way out upon removal, but once again, Spyro ignored the pain before tossing the bloodstained dagger aside. He needed to leave the room and rescue Glacia.

 

However, before he approached the door, he looked to the left side of the doorway and, as luck would have it, there hung his machete weapon.

 

With determination etched on his face, he reached and took his weapon in his right hand.

 

While inspecting his weapon, Spyro thought back to what Terrador had said before his long departure.

 

Revenge.

 

But Spyro only denied that conclusion because he had no idea who was responsible for Cynder's death. And upon that fact, he blamed the incident on fate and has decided to abandon his calling and pursue his death.

 

But now he has gained the knowledge of the one responsible.

 

Dargaul.

 

`Maybe you're right, Terrador. This is a pursuit of vengeance.'

Spyro has made his decision. There was going to be no reasoning with this hunter due to his undying hatred. Dargaul was beyond being reasoned with. The purple dragon has already tried that and was tortured to death by crucifixion for his troubles. There was going to be no forgiveness or mercy. This hunter has gained the pleasure of raiding a village, which took lives, and slaughtered most of his kind to use as trophies to no end. And now this hunter is on the verge of taking Glacia away from him just as he did Cynder.

'Never again.'

Spyro was going to rescue Glacia, slaughter every armored ape that stood in his way and kill Dargaul. And if that meant dying to his last breath to accomplish that goal, then so be it.

 

Twirling the weapon in hand, Spyro limped his way out the door.