Chapter Two:
Rise of a Dragon!
"Crimson, what a weird name. Do you remember anything else?" Sparx asked buzzing around the black dragon. The morning light caused his scales to radiate.
"Not much," Crimson said looking at Spyro and Cynder. They were very tired the night before and he wasn't surprized. The battle had taken its toll on everyone, except for Sparx. He spent most of yesterday healing their injuries, which exhausted them even more. They were forced to spend the night at the border of the forest , listening to the hollering of munants. "Should we wake them?"
"No, let those two sleep," Sparx said smiling at the sleeping dragons. "Why do you wear that thing?" he asked knocking on Crimson's mask.
"I don't know," Crimson said rubbing the mask. "It doesn't come off."
"We'll see about that," Sparx said gripping the sides of the mask. He beat his wing and pulled as hard as he could. "Almost there..." he said just before his hand slipped sending him flying into Spyro. Spyro jumped in surprize from the impact and waking Cynder.
"Told you. Good morning, Spyro, Cynder. We should head out soon," Crimson said standing up and giving himself a good shake. Cynder yawned then stood and stretched. "I trust you slept well."
"Not really. I'll be glad when we get back to the temple," Spyro yawned looking at Cynder. "You ready to go?" She yawned again and nodded.
"Then I suggest you fly. We'll get there faster," Crimson said and ran off before anyone could argue. Spyro and Cynder took to the air with Sparx behind them. They quickly gained speed trying to catch Crimson. Crimson's feet began to shroud themselves in darkness as he increased speed. The darkness spread up his body until he became a black blur traveling across the plains. The two other dragons struggled to follow. They used as much strength they could gather to launch themselves forward.
When they finally reached the temple, Crimson sat waiting for Spyro and Cynder to land. They landed a few feet from Crimson, their chests heaving. "You alright?" Crimson chuckled. He was amused how exhausted they were after such a short trip.
"...Yeah...we're...fine," Spyro wheezed.
"How...do...you...run...so......fast," Cynder gasped. Crimson just shrugged as he turned to open the doors to the temple.
Crimson stared at everything, in awe of the size of the rooms.The four started down a large hallway before they heard a voice. "I thought that was you." A huge green dragon walked up to them followed by a light-blue dragon and a yellow dragon. Crimson's jaw dropped as he looked up at the three dragons. "And who is this?"
"Hello, it's good to see you again. This is Crimson," Spyro said realizing Crimson was speechless. "Crimson, this is Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer. They are the dragon guardians." Cynder nudged him in the shoulder to snap him out of it.
"H-Hello," Crimson said, his orichid eye staring at the guardians as they stared back. The guardians looked uneasily at each other. "So...Big," Crimson wispered under his breath.
"Come now, young one. You need to loosen up," Cyril said as Crimson flinched. He looked down and sighed to relax. "So what brings you to our temple?" Crimson's wings twiched as the red chain appeared. The guardians gasped, shocked at what they saw.
"Does this mean..." Terrador asked.
"No, it's similar to Malefor's but it's not the same. It seems weaker though," Volteer said reaching out to touch the chain. It glowed brighter as a red bolt jumped from the chain to Volteer's talon. Volteer withdrew and said, "It would appear that the magic utilizes a dragon's electrical energy. Interesting, I've never heard of anything with this capability. We should check the library." The three guardians began to walk down the corridor.
"Hey, Spyro. You mind if we spar. I really want to see how we match," Crimson asked. The guardians stopped and looked back.
"S-Sure," Spyro said stunned. He started walking back toward the door.
"I think you should use the new dojo," Terrador said. "Follow us." The five dragons continued down the hallway until they entered an enormous dome shaped structure with enough room for a guardian to fly freely in. The ground was covered with soft fine sand and many targets lined the walls. Spyro and Crimson walked to apposing sides. Spyro opened his wings threateningly and dug his claws into the sand. Crimson dug his tail blade into the ground before letting his muscles loosen.
"Don't go easy on me because I won't," Crimson said smiling. The battle started with Crimson dashing at Spyro, dragging his tail along the ground. Spyro rolled away as Crimson slashed at him. He jumped to avoid a fireball. Crimson leapt over Spyro, slamming the blunt of his tail onto Spyro's head. They both landed on their feet. "Is that it?" Crimson ducked to avoid the earth bullet that whizzed over his head. "That's more like it." Spyro darted into the air and fired several ice shards toward Crimson. Crimson swerved, avoiding all the shards as they hit the ground. He looked up and saw Spyro diving straight at him. Spyro released a large breath of fire that engulfed Crimson.
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In a dark chamber, a large munant dragged a small black dragon by a heavy blackened chain across the rough dirt. The dragon fought hard against the munant but to no avail. Four dark crystals were placed on a risen circle. The munant threw the young dragon into the circle and latched the chain to the center as the crystals began to glow different colors. Blue. Green. Yellow. Red. Bolts of energy shot from the crystals into the dragon. The dragon's screams could be heard echoing throughout the chambers.
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Spyro stopped his onslaught of fire to see if Crimson was alright. Much to his surpize, Crimson had encased himself in white-hot sand. Crimson's eye glance up at Spyro as he grinned. He opened his mouth as a fireball formed. The sand began to quickly cool as the fireball grew and began to spin. Spyro backwinged to get some distance between them but it was to late. Crimson launched the fireball with incredible speed and hit Spyro in the chest. It exploded with a blinding light and deafening bang as Spyro fell to the ground stunned. Cynder and the guardians were forced to shield their eyes with their wings from the light.
"That enough!" Terrador yelled, obviously effected by the bang. The sand fell off Crimson as he helped Spyro up and guilded him over to the guardians.
"Would you mind showing us that fireball again?" Cyril asked. Crimson nodded. "Try to hit one of the targets. It doesn't matter which one." Crimson beagn to charge a fireball and fired it at a target. The blast destoryed the target and blew a holein the wall.
"Amzing, absolutely amazing!" Volteer said. All eyes turned to him. "He gathers atmosheric temperature and compresses it into a incalescence orb."
"Will someone please translate?!" Sparx yelled in a frenzy.
"He said he gathers heat from around him into a fireball but I didn't know that was possible," Terrador said.
"Nor did I. But it's inefficient. My guess is he's unfocused. I suggest he requires training for better control," Cyril said as Crimson's eye lit up in excitement.
Terrador laughed at Crimson's reaction. "Seems, you would like that." Crimson nodded. "Then it's settled, get a good night sleep. Tomorrow we begin your training."
