Spyro Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ I Will Always Be With You ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven: I Will Always Be With You
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Glacia was being dragged oppositely by the arms into the throne room by two large steel whip wielding armor-clad apes. Recently, she struggled for escape, but it was to no avail. And as a result, it earned her two to four slashes to the back with steel whips, which also resulted with harsh lacerations to the back.

Needless to say, the attacks were enough to issue cries of pain from her while the assaults weakened her at this point. Now the ice dragon was constantly trying to keep from passing out from the massive blood loss seeping from her injuries. She didn't want to end up like the trophies of her dismembered kind.

During her capture, she was beyond horrified to see such savagery inside this place that has befallen their kind. And the cause of such heinous acts has angered her to no end.

Momentarily, she came to the anticipation on why they were after her. They wanted to have their way with her in the most sadistic and most horrific way possible before making her into a collection for the trophy room. The thought of her imminent torture has terrified her to no end.

 

Then, she thought about Spyro, the purple dragon of destiny. Mentally, she hopes that he would come to her rescue, but then had second thoughts.

If Spyro were to come, he would fall right into a trap. Glacia has seen the inside of this place and knew what these fiends were capable of. To come to her rescue would be suicide for the purple dragon.

 

These kinds of thoughts shocked, worried, and concerned the ice dragon. She has prevented Spyro from death before. The thought of him walking into a place of torturous death has horrified her. She didn't want him to die, not because of her. She has to fight her way out, but every time she tried, she received a steel whip to her back for her troubles.

Regardless, she endured the pain as much as she could and strained herself to fight back, but failed in the end due to the brace on her neck that's connected to a chain held by another large armor-clad ape positioned behind her. Not only that, but she was also shackled from arms to hind legs. The only things that weren't shackled were her tail and wings. She thought about using those two possibilities of escape, but was too weak in the knee to perform such a task. This kind of predicament has reduced her to tears.

 

`Please, don't come, Spyro. They'll kill you. And I don't want you to die because of me. Please don't come.' Her thoughts pleaded.

She was careless about her safety. She just wanted Spyro to have a full life in the world. She wanted him to live. The last thing that she wanted to see was the purple dragon dying in front of her.
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”Well, isn't this a surprise.” Dargaul spoke, a sadistic smirk on his face while Glacia, who was forcibly kneeled in front of the throne, droned a death glare to his position. “A captive who was once lost, but now is found.”

 

Dargaul issued a soft evil chuckle from his maw while Glacia kept her harsh glare to him.

 

“Dargaul,” she started with a venomous tone in her voice. “you can go ahead and do whatever you want with me. But know this: Everyone, every single creature in all of the other realms, will know about this. And when they do, you are history. You understand me, you sick freak?! You will be history!”

 

Upon that offensive comment, the armor-clad ape on the right has raised his arm to strike the steel whip to her back before Dargaul signaled him from doing so.

 

As the ape complied, Dargaul slowly interlaced his fingers together and spoke with the smirk intact.

 

“And who do you think would know of this? Hmm? Your purple hero?”

 

Glacia almost issued a gasp from her maw upon the indication, but prevented herself from doing so to not provide notice from the hunter.

 

But Dargaul took note of her expression and, with the smirk intact, leaned forward from his throne.

 

“You have no idea what has transpired, do you, my dear?”

 

Glacia's expression grew of confusion from his question.

 

`What is he…?' Her thoughts wondered, but then it dawned on her. `Purple hero?'

Slowly, her expression grew of wide shock upon the implication. Is he here? Could Spyro already be here in this horrific place of death?

 

Instantly, her expression switched from that of shock to heated anger towards the hunter.

 

“Where is Spyro?!” She said before instantly struggling against her binds to lash out towards the hunter. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM, YOU SON OF A—“

 

However, before she could reach the hunter, she was roughly held back the brace on her neck, which issued a choking fit from her maw, and was received with a few steel whip slashes to her back, while she cried from the pain, in order to get her back to a kneeling position.

The injury was excruciating and she was almost on the verge of passing out due to the massive blood loss as Dargaul, who showed no immediate reaction to the threat, leaned back to his throne with his hands firmly interlaced together in front of him.

 

Glacia, whose gaze was directed to the ground instead of the hunter's eyes, struggled to endure the constant pain while breathing to keep stable.

 

“What…have you done with him?” She demanded as she swallowed saliva before resuming her heavy breathing.

 

Silence issued from the hunter's maw. Throughout that demanding voice, there was fear in her. He could smell it in her, which was something he had a talent for.

 

“He became my purple victim.” He answered

 

Instantly, Glacia issued a frightful gasp with a horrified expression on her face upon the comment. Could it be possible that her purple savior is dead?

 

Cringing her eyes shut, tears were relinquished from Glacia's eyes, and, upon loosening the crest broken expression, disbelief was in its place.

'No. It couldn't be. It can't.' Her thoughts replied

 

“Lies.” She said, softly. “I don't believe you.”

Dargaul issued an inward growl of dismay towards the ice dragon. The only reason he has implied the purple dragon's death was to break her spirit, which, to him, makes an easy way for him to carry on his sadistic plans.

It would appear that the only way to break that spirit is to provide proof to her. A proof that her purple savior has became a victim to him. And maybe then, that would give him the satisfaction of dismembering them both for his collection of trophies.

 

“Fetch me my purple victim.” He ordered as a few small and large armor-clad apes issued respectable bows to their lord and departed from the throne room to carry out the ordeal.

 

Afterwards, Dargaul looked down to the ice dragon showing less signs of sympathy and more signs of menace on his face while Glacia, with a horrified, yet saddened expression etched to her face, kept her head hung, avoiding eye contact with the hunter.

 

“Fear not, my dear. Because before I make my way with you, I'm going to gain great pleasure in staining his retched blood right in front of you. That, I promise you.”
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The armor-clad apes, which consist of four small and three larges ones, were waltzing the corridor towards the direction of the torture chamber that withheld the deceased victim.

 

However, when they got there, they slowed their pace upon a puzzling, yet perplexing sight.

 

The door to the torture area was slightly ajar. Then, something else has caught their eyes, a trail of blood. Could it be possible?

 

Wasting little time, the lead bulky armored ape dashed towards the door and opened it to find, to his shock, that the prisoner was gone.

 

With an inward growl and an angered expression on his face, the lead armored ape signaled his four smaller minions to issue a search for the victim while all four of them complied instantly.
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The search wasn't very difficult since all the small armor-clad minions had to do was follow the blood trail by use of their sense. So far, they have managed to follow the trail across the area before the trail issued in the right direction.

 

Needless to say, they followed, but to their confusion, the trail halted halfway in the area next to a darkened room. No sight of him at all.

 

However, throughout their confusion, they failed to take note of a pair of purple pupil eyes issuing a stalking glare in their direction from the shadow of the darkened room on the right side.
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Instantly, the three large armor-clad apes took a sharp head turn in the direction that their small comrades has taken upon hearing painful screams in the distance.

Upon looking in that direction, they saw a faint orange light dimming on the far wall in the distance.

 

Immediately, they dashed towards the area and when they got there, they were shocked to find their small armored comrades roasted to crispy corpses while parts of their armors were severed off.

 

Slowly, they approached towards their deceased comrades for examination. They knew that this had to be the work of the same dragon that escaped their chamber. The question on their minds was: Where was he? And how was he still standing after suffering at the hands of their lord?

Suddenly, something has caught the lead ape's eyes, something close. Slowly, he diverted his gaze to the right side to find the darkened room, and then he looked to the ground to find a tad of blood on it. Could the victim be inside using the darkness as its cloaking source?

 

Slowly and carefully, the lead ape made its approach towards the darkened room while the two stayed behind.

 

As the lead ape turned the lights on in the darkened area to examine the place, the two outside the room watched, yet failing to notice a badly bloodied purple figure balanced on the ceiling of the corridor with a machete held in his teeth.

 

Despite the massive blood loss and the pain from his recent crucifixion, Spyro kept to his balance on the ceiling, not once slipping to set them off.

 

But despite the effort, his blood managed to trail its way down from his mouth to the side of the machete blade. And it was on the verge of dripping towards the ground.

 

Spyro took note of it, but paid it no heed. He knew what he had to do when the moment was right.

 

Then, it happened. The blood slipped its way from the blade and dripped to the ground, which was enough to catch the notice of the third large armored ape.

 

Then, another slip of blood issued from one of Spyro's injuries that seemed to make its drip to the ground, which increased the suspicion of the third ape.

 

The ape kneeled down to find two drops of blood on the ground, and then another drop of blood caught his attention before an expression of anticipation was on his face.

 

However, before he could look up to the source of the blood, a purple figure stealthily swooped down to his victim and, with both hands, used the machete weapon to decapitate his head clean off while blood followed afterwards.

 

The second ape quickly noticed, aimed his gauntlet and fired a spear in the purple dragon's direction, but Spyro, despite his multiple injuries, quickly dodged to the right from the projectile and managed to position himself behind the unsuspecting ape before roughly grasping the top of his forehead and, using the machete in his right hand, slitting its throat.

As the ape gagged, the weapon issued a harsh laceration to the throat while blood gushed its way from the injury.

 

Upon the commotion from outside the room, the lead ape sharply turned around to find his two comrades; one dismembered of his head and was motionless on the ground while the other was face-first on the ground convulsing from the heavy laceration on his neck.

 

As the lead ape dashed and halted at their position, he failed to notice a purple dragon leaned up against the left side of the wall right next to him with a machete in his left hand in a position to strike.

 

Then, a strong sense issued to the ape's nose while horror etched on his face upon the familiar sense. Slowly, he turned to the left side to find the purple dragon glaring in his direction.

 

“Boo.” Spyro greeted.

 

Then, before the lead ape could instantly react, Spyro issued a strong grunt as he took a vicious swing of the machete to the head of the ape, decapitating him and, as a result, splattering the victim's blood over the near walls.
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Some would say that patience is a virtue, but Dargaul was beyond patience. Sitting on his throne, he has waited minutes for his henchmen to return back with his victim, yet none has shown up.

 

With a frustrated sigh issuing from his maw, Dargaul got up from his throne and started his departure while the henchmen, who were occupying the captured ice dragon, took notice of this.

 

“My lord?” One of them spoke.

 

“Stay with her. It appears that if you want something done, you must do it yourself.” Dargaul said while heading towards the exit.

 

However, before he could, he halted a little late before he was engulfed in a massive flame attack.

 

While screaming in pain from the attack, the force of the blast got the hunter in midair before he collided with the ground.

 

The three large armored apes that were presence grew in horrified shock upon this event. But before they could react, they quickly took note of a machete object hurtling towards their position.

 

Quickly, they managed to evade away from the weaponry while it struck the ground, unbeknownst to them that the weapon has cut through the chain that withheld the forearms of the ice dragon.

 

Glacia took note of this predicament as she, including the three armored apes, looked towards the direction of where the object came from.

To the apes' surprise and to the ice dragon's shock, a severely bloodied and injured purple dragon was positioned at the doorway of the throne room.

 

But regardless of the shocking scenery, the three apes issued an evil chuckle from their maw upon the outcome of the purple dragon's early attack while Spyro's expression grew stern with hatred.

 

“You missed.” One of them spoke.

 

Silence with his breathing labored, Spyro swallowed saliva a bit.

 

“Did I?”

 

Confusion masked the three armored apes' face and throughout that time, Glacia managed to get her left grasp on the machete and dismembered the first armored ape of his left leg before the ape issued a cry of pain from the removal.

 

Blood splattered from the injury, but Glacia paid it no heed. Instead, she turned in the opposite direction and caught the second ape off guard by dismembering him of his right leg, issuing the same painful results as the first before both apes fell to the ground while screaming from the pain, which would eventually lead to the point of the apes' passing out from massive blood loss.

 

Disregarding the apes' cry of pain, she started to turn towards the last ape.

 

However, before she could, the armored ape managed to yank on the chain, which is connected to the metallic collar on the ice dragon's neck in hopes to choke the life out of her.

 

The action alone caused her to drop the machete to the ground while she struggled to free herself from the collar.

 

As Glacia gagged from the pressure on her neck, the armored ape used his right hand, while his left hand held the chain, to unholstered the steel whip in an attempt to issue an amount of lacerations to the back.

But before that could happen, a javelin spear was suddenly impaled through his neck and out of his mouth while blood followed shortly after impact. Afterwards, the ape fell motionless to the ground.

 

As Glacia was given a reprieve to breathe from her choking fit, she looked back to find Spyro, who lowered his left wrist that withheld a spear gauntlet he recently obtained from a deceased henchman, limping towards her position.

 

The expression of shock never leaving her face as her mind raced with questions pertaining to the purple dragon's condition.

 

As Spyro eventually made it to her position, he, with little strength he has, freed her from the collar and the chains that bind her neck and hind legs. Afterwards, she stood up and quickly embraced her purple savior regardless of the pain that they both were in.

 

“Oh, Spyro.” Glacia spoke while Spyro, who strongly grimaced from the pain, returned the embrace.

 

During the embrace, Spyro felt the blood on her back from the previous lacerations but provided no response at the time.

 

As she released the embrace, she examined the purple dragon's condition and grew stunned and horrified by the results.

”Oh, my God. Spyro, did he—“

 

She halted as Spyro gave a responsive nod.

 

“My God, how are you standing after all of that?”

 

Silence and plenty exhausted from blood loss, Spyro spoke while his breathing remains labored.

 

“C-C-Cynder kept me alive.” He said before issuing a smile to Glacia, who took notice. “You kept me alive.”

 

Upon the comment, she was driven to joyful tears that her savior was still alive. But in spite of that, she couldn't shake the guilt, worry and fear from her very being at this point.

 

“Spyro, he told me that you were dead and I didn't believe him. But seeing you like this, it's—“

 

“G-Glacia, stop.” Spyro intervened as Glacia sniffed up the flowing tears from her eyes. “Now listen to me. I have an elixir that Ivan has given to me.”

 

As Spyro reached to the left side, he took out the bottle of elixir that he retained earlier and was hidden well in his left wing before offering it to Glacia, who took it and looked to the purple dragon in shock upon his indication.

 

“I want you to take it to heal your wounds.”

 

“But what about you?”

 

“R-Remember what I told you back at the village? I-If anything we're to happen to me, I want you to—“

 

Instantly, Spyro issued a grunt of pain while his blood splattered from his chest and onto Glacia, who issued a scream of fright upon the sudden turn of event.

 

Gagging and gasping, Spyro subconsciously looked down to find a silver javelin spear impaled through his upper right chest.

 

But the worst part of the injury was that the spear was driven right through his heart, a very vital part of the body that, if pulled out could mean an instant kill. It was a simple and dreadful fact that Spyro knew of and was very familiar with.

 

Horror was etched on both the dragon's face as Glacia was immediately reduced to tears upon the terrifying sight. But before she could say a word, the purple dragon's balance was lost.

 

As a result, Glacia was forced to catch his fall while she forcibly sat down on her buttock in front of the throne by the weight of his body.

 

Glacia desperately tried to call out the purple dragon's name while Spyro was struggling to stay in his subconscious state.

 

While doing so, he looked to find the cause of the attack while Glacia noticed and did likewise.

 

Standing several feet away from them was Dargaul, the dragon hunter. His armor was charred and parts of it was severed, yet he was still standing and walking limply towards their position aiming his gauntlet in their direction.

 

Glacia grinded her teeth, issuing a growl in heated anger due to the memory of the hunter's earlier words to her while Spyro's expression was the same regardless of the constant pain that he's in.

 

Dargaul, on the other hand, was fuming with anger upon the early surprise attack. But regardless, he issued an evil grin to his face upon his early effort of attack.

 

“I must say I'm rather impressed. Here, I thought that you were dead. Now in your wake of death, you catch my minions and myself by surprise.” He spoke while Spyro tried desperately to keep himself conscious. “But do you really think that fire would get rid of me that easily? Not in a million centuries.”

 

“T-Then I'll try something else.” Spyro spoke with his shivering, yet painful breath.

 

“Like what?”

 

Instantly, Spyro aimed the gauntlet and fired a javelin spear.

 

Dargaul's eyes widened, yet he had little time to react as the spear made impact with his forehead. But due to the harsh blow of the spear, the attack was enough to dismember half of the hunter's head clean off.

 

As half of the head bounced to the floor like a ball with the impaled projectile, the corpse in question fell to the ground while blood seeped its way out onto the floor. It was done. Dargaul was dead.

 

“Like that.” Spyro said while lowering his aiming position from the area. “That's for Cynder, you prick.”

 

Then, Spyro gagged and coughed up blood due to the pain as Glacia noticed and tried desperately to help him.

 

The first thing that she tried to do was to remove the spear from Spyro's chest, but the purple dragon halted her from that attempt.

 

Glacia, tears present in her eyes, gazed to Spyro with desperation and fear written on her face.

”Spyro, I want to save you! I want to keep you alive again! Please, I don't want you to die! Not because of me, please!” She cried in fearful desperation.

 

“It's-It's not your fault. A-And there's nothing you can do. If you remove the spear, it'll kill me instantly.” Spyro said, and then issued a grunt of pain before resuming. “Just like-Just like it did to Cynder.”

 

Horror was etched on the ice dragon's face upon this devastating truth. She remembered the tragic story that Spyro spoke of in regards to Cynder and grew saddened by that tale. Now this familiar scenery was happening again. It was like her worst nightmare coming to light.

 

“I'll-I'll give you the elixir.” Glacia desperately suggested

 

“No.”

 

“I'll-I'll—“

 

“That elixir is for you.”

 

“I DON'T WANT IT!!” She bellowed as numerous tears of sorrow was relinquishing from her eyes. “I…I want you. I-I wanted you to have a full life. Goddamn it, I want you to live. You hear me? I want you to live because…”

 

She halted as she choked on her words a bit before saying the three letter words that she has thought about since that night; something that she didn't have the courage to say until now.

 

“…because I love you.”

 

Despite the pain, Spyro's gaze went to Glacia and from his point of view; he could see the image Cynder looking over him with a loving smile on her face. That kind of reaction encouraged the purple dragon to speak the words that he thought he's never say to anyone else.

The image slowly faded and the ice dragon was in its place. From that point, her teary icy blue eyes met with his purple eyes as he slowly smiled before reaching his shivering left hand to her right cheek.

 

Glacia smiled upon the comforting touch, but the tears remained due to his state.

 

“Oh, Glacia. You look so much like her that I was so afraid to say these words to you: I love you so very much. A-And no matter what happens, I will always be with you. Always.” He said before using his other hand to softly caress her chest to the indication of his statement.

Then, the unthinkable happened that issued a horrified expression from Glacia's face. Spyro's hands dramatically fell from her cheek and chest while his eyes slowly narrowed to a permanent close.

 

“Oh, God, no. Spyro, don't go, please wake up.” She pleaded while shaking him, yet he provided no movement or response. “Goddamn it, Spyro, don't you leave me!! Wake up!! WAKE UP!!”

 

But, in response, Glacia was issued a startling and tragic truth: Spyro was dead. Quickly, she embraced him in a strong hug while sobbing uncontrollably. Throughout the grieving embrace, she repeatedly muttered for her purple savior to wake from death as before.

 

But the cold, harsh reality was that Spyro spoke the truth. Nothing could be done to save him and vice versa with him and Cynder. He was gone and despite the elixir in her hand, nothing was going to bring him back.