The Legend of Spyro: The Dark Master's Malice
By: Valentine McDaniel

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any of the names of characters/places/objects/etc in this story. They belong to their respected owners.

Summary:Sequel to Ripto's Wrath which takes place after The Eternal Night. Spyro has been gone for almost three years. Cynders hatchlings are growing up in a world of chaos. A new evil has risen that no one knows much about, a dragon named Scab.

A/N:Sorry for it taking so long to get this up. First my computer died, then we finally got a new one that doesn't have Word and I can't download Open Office, so I'm having to use WordPad. Anyways, I want to thank all my readers and reviewers who came back to read this, to those who stumbled across this story, go read Ripto's Wrath before this. Well, better get to the reason you came. Enjoy!

Chapter 1
Revenge

Cynder's Diary

It has been a little over a year since Avalar heard of the death of the great purple dragon at the hands of the dragon named Scab. I was told that after facing and defeating Ripto, Spyro was weakened. It was then that Scab, a demented scarred dragon who wears orange armor, ambushed him.

Ever since I was told I have felt an emptiness start to consume my heart. The only thing that has kept me from losing myself is my young ones and Terrador, who came back a few months after the news reached us. Flame and Ember, who I consider part of that family, have helped me to grieve, and they've stopped me from doing something that I'm too ashamed to write it. I made a promise to them and myself that this would be the last time I will write about him, but I cannot forget him when he visits me every night.

The dreams started five days after I found out about his death. He appears in my dreams sweeping away all my grief and sadness, then he walks over to me and holds me with his wing like he always did. His voice is always far off and I can't understand him, but by the Ancestors does he look fantastic. His horns have grown longer, although one is still shorter than the other, and he is only slightly larger than me, but his muscles are far bigger than what they where. Even in my dreams he radiates strength, but still manages to have a gentle stature. Just thinking about him is making me want to take a nap. In fact I might just do that, my two girls are sleeping at my paws with my tail wrapped around them and joining them is sounding better by the second.

I will now bid you farewell, Spyro. I will never read this or any other entry in this journal that has you in it. Please understand that I must let you go, or else drown in my own sorrow. You won't be forgotten or replaced. I promise you that. I wait until I am able to join you on the other side. Farewell my love.

Cynder

Guardian of Ice in three Days

Cynder smiled sadly as she wiped her eyes of the tears that were threatening to fall. She blew onto the ink softly letting it dry completely before she closed the book slowly, so it didn't slam and wake her hatchlings.

She looked down at the two hatchlings that slept at her paws and smiled. They were smaller than she was when Spyro rescued her, but they were growing fast. She had naturally named the one who had her black scales after her own mother, Verdina. The other one had scales that were vibrant green, and after hearing Terrador's sad story had quickly named her Clover.

She giggled as she leaned down and pushed Clover's tail out of her sisters nose. She looked up when she heard a knock at the door. "Come in."

The door opened slowly as a obviously pregnant pink dragon walked in. Cynder smiled at her. "Hey Ember, how you holding up?"

Ember smiled as she walked up to the black dragoness. "I'm fine, just a little tired. I had to get away from Flame's constant pestering. I swear I could tell that boy to jump into a swamp and he would."

Cynder giggled again. "I'm glad you and Flame finally got together, but it surprised me that you two decided to have a baby so soon."

"Surprised me too." Ember put her paw on her neck, covering the golden circle with a rose in the middle. "But I could not ask for a better father for my child." Her eyes got a far away look as she thought of her mate. She finally snapped out of it when she remembered the other reason she had come. She looked at Cynder. "By the way, the Guardians want to talk to you. They said it was a matter of importance."

Cynder's smile fade as she sighed. The Guardians had been sending her and three others on missions to the surrounding areas. Most of the time it was just to attack a rouge band of apes, but they were sent where ever help was needed. She nodded to Ember. "Could you watch them until I get back?"

"Of course." Ember nodded and laid down next to the hatchling, wrapping herself around them when Cynder moved her tail. "This gives me good practice for when my little one gets here. She looked up from the hatchlings and into Cynder's eyes. "Just because he's gone, doesn't mean you should give up living. Promise me that no matter what happens tonight that you'll come back on your own wings and not the back of another dragon."

Cynder smiled. "Don't worry, I have to much to live for to give up on my life. I don't think you'll be close enough to me save me from that again. My family is my life now, I'm not going to leave them." She leaned down and kissed her daughters one last time before she walked to the door and out of the room closing the door softly behind her.

She walked down the hall lost in her own thoughts, the only sound coming from her claws against the marble floor. She finally stopped when she came to a huge set of doors. On it were the carvings of the four elements. She put her paw on the mountain as she sighed. "Oh Spy-" She cut her self off and shook her head to clear her head. She pushed the door open and walked into the circular room.

The walls was lined with shelves completely filled with books. In the middle of the room was four piles of pillows colored identical to the Guardian who laid there looking at her. She walked over to Cyril and smiled at her mentor. "Good evening Cyril."

The blue dragon smiled down at his student. "Good evening Cynder. Have you finished your writing for today?"

Cynder nodded. "Yes, but I'm guessing that this isn't the matter of importance that you needed me for."

Ignitus nodded. "We have just received information that Scab is in Avalar."

Cynder dug her claws into the floor as she started to growl. She stopped when Cyril touched her shoulder with his paw.

"Calm yourself young dragoness. This is why we called you." He set his paw back down. "We could think of no one who would be more deserving to capture Scab then you, but we will not allow you to go if your out for revenge."

Cynder sighed and took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "Your right Cyril, I'm sorry that I lost control of myself. I'm okay now." She freed her claws from the floor. "I'll take the mission."

Ten minutes later, Cynder walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. She sighed as she walked down the hall. She had hated lying to the Guardians, but she was out for revenge. She was going to make the one who took Him from her regret ever doing it. They want him back here alive, but they will only be getting shreds of what he once was.

A/N:Well I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter. Please no flames about Spyro's death, all will be explained in the future chapters. I have about the next two or three chapters already planned in my mind and I can't wait to get them up. Lots of twists and turns coming up. Hope that this doesn't kill my story before it begins. Later.