The Lehend of Spyro: Evolutions of a New Age

The Imortal Dragon Of Shadow

AUTHORS NOTE: Alright, here's chapter six! Not much to say before this chapter, but trust me. It's a necessary installment! Some of you may like it. Who knows? So without further adieu...

DISCLAMER: I do not own any TloS characters or locations. they belong to their respective owners. I do however own any OC's that may appear.

Chapter Six

Two weeks have passed since the candidates training had begun. Each day of which, Spyro would awaken and then march them to the training grounds, followed by several hours of physcal toning. This is where the bulky armour came into use. By doubling their weight, the armour alowed the candidates to quickly build up speed and strength that could rival Spyros. Saying he was proud of his students was an understatement.

Putting his pride aside, Spyro couldn't help but feel resticted. Even in his year long absense, not a single dragon felt the need to rediscover their ability to fly. It ground his nerves, and forced the young dragon to have a reaccurring dream.

A sence of weightlessness surounded him. As he looked around, he saw clouds, birds, and the the Valley of Avalar pass below him. The wind whipped around his face and blew over every part of his body. He was flying. Spyro felt freedom as he soared through the clouds. He felt as if nothing could hold him back.

The sound of flapping wings caused Spyro to look to his left. Cynder was flying towards him with a loving look on her face. When she drew closer, she banked right and let the flat of her tail blade curress his chest. Spyros heart began to flutter, and he flew after his dragoness.

They flew in circles around each other, without a care in the world.

Spyro awoke from his dream when Cynder turned over beside him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes then looked outside to see that it was still dark. As quietly as possible, he snuck out of bed and walked out onto the balcony. Breathing a narrow stream of fire into the bronze pit in the center, he illuminated the entire balcony. He braced his arms against the rail, and looked up into the stars.

Cynder awoke to the sound of fire cracking. When she turned over and saw that Spyro was out on the balcony, she stepped over to the door and leaned against the frame. "Spy, are you okay?"

He released a small sigh before he answered, "I miss it Cynder."

"Miss what?"

"Flying. It was the one of the first things Ignitus taught me, and now I feel like these wings are just dead weight. I want to fly again, Cyn..." He then turned to face her. "...with you."

She grinned sheepishly at his words, but then looked at him with a serious face. "Then do it."

Spyros eyes shot open at her words. When he finally registered what she had said, he replied, "What? You mean fly, just like that?"

"Yes. Well, I mean you should be the one who figures out how dragons fly in thier new forms. I don't expect you to just know how." Although she spoke wise words, they fell on deaf ears.

Spyro began to think of how Ignitus had taught him to fly. Back then, he said the ancestors passed down what they knew through our instincts, and that in times of crysis, they would give the necessary knowledge to survive. An insanely brilliant idea popped into Spyros head. As he pondered it further, he leaned over the rail and estimated that he was a good thousand feet in the air. It was high enough.

(Song: The Moon and the Superhero - Hancock: the movie soundtrack)

Cynder saw the look in his eyes, and immediately recognised it. It was the adventurous gleam that appeared before he did something dangerous to himself. Stepping out onto the balcony, she asked, "What're you thinking, Spy?" He didn't answer, but hopped onto the top of the rail. Cynders eyes grew wide in fear, and she yelled, "Spyro, are you crazy?"

He spread his bat-like wings and slightly shook them, removing some of the stiffness brought on by disuse. As he looked out at the awaking city, he tought of the consiquences if this didn't work. From over his shoulder, he yelled, "Hey Cyn?"

"What?" she asked, fear obvious in her voice. "What is it, Spy?"

"If this doesn't work..." He took a deep breath and spread his arms. The time was now, or never. "...I love you." Without any more thought, he leaned over the edge, and fell.

"Spyro!" She roared as she ran to the rail and looked over the edge.

Spyro fell as if in a dive. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on listening to the ancestors. As the ground aproached, he felt the familliar sensation of being spoken to by a nonexistant voice.

Moments before his death, Spyros eyes snapped open, and he unfurled his wings. With a mighty flap, he redirected his downward course, and leveled with the ground. His moment of euphoria soon vanished as the wall surrounding the temple grew nearer. Past experience took over, and Spyros face turned serious. Annother flap raised him over the wall, but not the buildings beyond. As he bobbed and weaved through the streets, Several of Warfangs early-lighters saw this spectacle and began to cheer their support.

He soon found himself aproaching the great wall. giving annother massive flap, his course went skyward. With each flap, he flew higher and higher, until the strain on his unused wings forced him to stop. But he wanted to go further. He felt the ancestors influence once again, and raised his hands and knees to his chest.

Cynder watched Spyro fly into the city, and just barely saw him climb into the sky, until he dissapeared in the rising sun. She waited to see what he'd do next, but the sound of a large explosion caught her attention. The sun seemed to grow brighter for a moment before a trail of smoke rose high into the sky. She covered her gaping mouth with her hands as she knew what it was.

The smoke trail began to dissipate, but Spyro still rose into the sky, pushed by the jets of fire spewing from his hands and feet. He was now merely using his wings for stability. Even when the air began to thin out and ice formed on his face, he continued to climb. He didn't stop until he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He cut the energy to his flames, and seemed to float before gravity slowly took effect.

As he fell, he peformed several pirouette-like stunts before Warfang began to grow closer. As the city passed by below him, he saw hundreds of its citizens, mostly dragons, congregating towards the temple. When he flew over the surrounding wall, he saw twelve figures, nine dragons and four cheetahs, standing in the temples doorway. When he looked for a clearing so that he could land, he felt annother moment of deja-vu. He didn't know how to land.

He circled the temple several times as he tried to figure it out, but the knowledge never came. Cursing his luck, Spyro decided he just might have to crash, like the first time. He aproached a patch of grass near the temple door, and rolled himself ito a ball. When he connected, several chunks of soft soil flew into the air.

Cynder saw this and bolted for the purple dragon, yelling his name as the others followed her. Everyone slowed their pace when they heard Spyro laughing from within the small crater he had dug around himself.

"WHOOO!" he yelled as he jumped up to same level as the others. "That...was...AMAZING! By the ancestors, I thought I'd never fly again!"

Terradores booming laugh nearly caused everyone else to jump out of their scales, but they all, excluding Cynder, soon joined in as he stepped over and patted Spyro on the shoulder. "Spyro, my boy, that was incredible!"

Spyro looked up to his father, and with a laugh he said, "Thanks, dad." Terradore froze for a moment and looked at Spyro with wide eyes. A smile soon spread across his face, and he rested his arm across his sons shoulders and shook him slightly.

Everyone began to croud spyro and offer their praise. As he excepted it all with a massive grin, Flame suddenly asked, "So boss, how'd ya do it?"

Spyro grunted at flames nickname for him. The young candidate had thought it up on the second day of thier training. They had just begun to use the armour, and everyone was winded from countless laps around the outer ring. Flame began to fall back, and as Spyro yelled some encouargement, he simply replied, 'Sure thing, boss...' and from there on, it stuck.

"He jumped from the balcony and hoped for the best." Everyone turned to Cynder, and immediately stepped away from Spyro when they saw the vicious look she was giving him. The purple dragon gulped nervously, before forcing a smile and walking over to his mate.

"Cynder, come on. Don't be like that." When he was a few feet from her, she lept at him and clung herself to his chest, crying softly into his golden scales. "Aw, Cyn..." His feeling of success was washed away by a tide of guilt. He realised how mutch it must have terrified her to see him jump from a thousand feet in the air.

"Don't e-ever do s-something that...stupid again." She said in between sobs. "I was s-so scared, Spyro. And then w-when...you crashed..." He wrapped his arms around her protectively, and rubbed the scales on her back.

"Ssh...It's okay, Cyn. Ssh..." When her crying subsided, she reached up and tightly wraped her arms around his neck. Spyro released a deep sigh, and tightened his embrace around her as well. When his mind drifted back to his dream, he developed another idea. "Do you trust me, Cyn?"

The question caused Cynder to rear her head back and look into his eyes. In those eyes, she saw eveything she loved about her mate. The stubborness, courage, passion, intelegence, and cockyness that combined to forn the dragon she loved, gleamed as if there were a light behind his eyes.

"I'd trust you with my life, Spy."

With a loving smile, he leaned down and place a tender kiss on the tip of her nose before whispering, "Then don't let go until I say."

Cynders eyes grew wide, and before she could protest, Spyro rocketed into the air with her in his arms. She clenched her eyes shut, and her grip tightened to the point of nearly choking him, but Spyro said nothing. When he was sure nobody could hear them from their current height, he began to hover in place.

"Cyn..." he spoke gently into her ear, "...open your eyes."

The love and compassion in his voice convinced Cynder to do as he asked. When she opened her eyes slowly, she quickly gasped at the view. They were several thousand feet in the air, and Cynder could see for miles in every direction. It was breathtaking.

"Cyn..." His voice caused her to look him in the face. "I had a dream last night. In it, you and I were flying without any cares or worries holding us down. When I woke up earlier, I desperately wanted to make it a reality. I'm so sorry I scared you as I did. If you can forgive me, I'd like to try again to create my dream."

Cynder smiled as her heart pounded against her chest. After she nuzzled her nose against his, she said, "I forgive you, Spy, and I want our dream to come true, too."

Spyro chuckled at how she'd called it their dream. "Alright, I want you to close your eyes and clear your mind."

She closed her eyes, but, with a giggle, she said, "I don't know if I can empty my head while we're pressed together like this."

Spyro rolled his eyes, and with a grin on his face, retorted, "I know it's hard, but try." The expression on her face relaxed and her breathing slowed. "Now search inside you. Listen to the ancestors as they tell you what you already know." Cynder lsitened to every word. A small warmth developed in her chest, and she began to slowly flap her wings. "You can fly!"

Cynder opened her eyes and saw Spyro hovering a few away from her with a proud grin on his face. She looked over her shoulder at her flapping wings as they held her aloft. A joyous smile spread across her face before she lunged for Spyro and enveloped him in a deep passionate kiss.

A long moment passed before they separated. Without warning, Cynder pushed off of Spyros chest and performed a triple back flip before diving down towards Warfang. Spyro shook his head in amusement before following his mate. The croud gathered at the temples gates began ot cheer once again when they saw two dragons, not just one, flying overhead.

Spyro took his newly discovered abilities, and taught the former guardians and cadidates within an hour. With their help, the hundreds of dragons who had congregated to the temple were soon flying over the city and spreading the knowledge to thier friends and family. As he hovered over the temple, watching the dragons of Warfang, Spyro felt the restrictions lift from his body.

"Oh Spyro." The High Guardian turned around and barely had enough time to recognise Cynder before she grabbed his face and pushed her lips to his. Spyro was stunned for a quick moment, but quickly returned the passion given by the kiss. All of a sudden, Cynder lept back with a mischevous grin upon her face. "Tag! You're it, Spy!" She yelled before bolting away from her purple mate.

Spyro was bewidered for a moment, but quickly smirked at his retreating dragoness. "Come back here you minx!" Cynder looked over her shoulder as he neared, and yelped in surprise before using her wind element to outrun the persuing dragon.

Spyro retaliated by using his fire jets, at a low burn, to match her speed. He quickly caught up with his dragoness and cut the energy to his flames. As his speed began to decrease, he glided over Cynder and smacked her right on the rump. This action caused Cynder to suddenly stop, and Spyro to run into her. As they lost altitude, Spyro wrapped as much of his body as he could around cynder in an attempt to protect her. They landed, with a cloud of dust and falling dirt, in one of the meadows just outside Warfangs great wall.

Cynder groaned as she raised her head and looked around. They were at the epicenter of the secnd crater Spyro had dug that day, which was easily twice the size of the first. A sudden cough caused her to look down at her dragon. She was lying upon Spyros chest with his arms and wings still tightly wrapped around most of her body. She nuzzled him lovingly as he began to open his eyes.

When Spyro realised his dragoness was unharmed, he released his protective grip around her. "Are you okay, Cyn?"

She nodded and raised herself up, but remained straddled over his mid-section. "I'm alright. Thanks to you, Spy."

Spyro let his head slump back against the dirt before stating, "That's good." With a slight chuckle, he then joked, "But let's not play tag...again...ever..."

Cynder placed a playful pout on her lower lip, and with a flirtatious tone said, "But I was having so much fun, Spy." Her pout turned into a seductive grin. "Besides, I was surprised to find out you're so...hands on...while playing tag." She began rubbing her hands against the scales on his chest and moaning softly, causing Spyro to release a low growl in satisfaction.

"Are we interrupting, you two?" Spyor and Cynder looked up to find Tesla and Nitra standing at the rim of crater, with their arms crossed and wearing playful smiles on their faces. "We came when we saw you crash, but if you want some privacy..."

Cynder looked down at Spyro and shrugged her shoulders. He shook his head, and she pouted at their lost moment. As she stood, they heard a loud gasp come from Nitra. Her entire face was burning a deep pink, and she quickly turned and flew back to the temple as fast as she could.

"What's wrong with her?" Spyro asked as he stood up beside Cynder.

"Probably startled her with that massive dick of yours, Boss." Tesla said with a stunned expression and slight blush. "Damn!"

Spyro looked down and found his partially erect member sticking out. He felt his face heat up, and pulled Cynder in front of himself to hide his manhood. "On second thought, why don't you give us some privacy, Tesla." Cynder said with a smug tone. "And we'd appreciate it if you kept this our little secret."

"Cynder, there ain't nothin' little about that secret." Tesla giggled at her own comment, but Spyro silenced her by narrowing his eyes at her. "And what shall my payment for this silence be?"

Spyro slapped his forehead, and grunted, "Seriously?"

"Dead serious."

The purple dragon raised and then lowered his shoulders as he drew in a deep sigh. "Fine! What do you want, Tesla?"

She began to tap a finger against her chin in moch-thought. "Let's see. If I were to say the first thing that popped into my head, I'm sure Cynder would rip my throat out." The black dragoness confirmed this theory by snorting a puff of black fire from her nostrils. "Okay, so what I want is for you two to let me take you out for a night on the town. Flames dad owns a night clup called The Pyro Pit, and it's the most electric place after dark." She smirked at annother clever comment.

"That's it?" Spyro and Cynder simultaneously asked. Teslas request had taken them both by surprise.

"No. It has to be tomorrow, and you have to give everyone the day off, Boss. These are my three demands for your request." She placed her hands on her hips with the smuggest look possible on her face. "Take it or leave it."

The two dragons in the crater looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders, and Cynder answered, "We'll see you tomorrow."

"Great!" The electric dragoness began to jump in place. "And don't worry about Nitra. I'll tell her to keep quiet." She stopped jumping, and a devious grin spread across her lips. "So do you need any help with-"

"Goodbye Tesla!" Spyro yelled before slaming his foot on the ground and summoning a low dome over the crater.

Tesla huffed as she turned around and took flight. 'I guess he likes it with the lights off.' she thought as she flew back to the temple for some lunch.

AUTHORS NOTE: And there's annother chapter. Hope y'all liked it. If you can guess where Spyros Flight style comes from, I'll give you cookies. No I won't.

I have a request for those who give a damn: I need five songs for next chapter. I'm not gonna tell who's singing or where, but I need five songs with various meanings, beats, and all around genres.

Also, this story will be switched over to 'M' rating after this chapter. I have no idea why I've had it on 'T' this entire time. Guess I was too lazy to switch it over.

Please R&R! You don't want me to call in that favour Achmed owes me, do ya?

In Eternity,

TIDOS