![]() ![]() He tapped at the stone under him nervously. "Ignitus?" The old dragon started, turning to Spyro and relaxing when he saw it was just the purple dragon. He got up from the stone floor of the temple, starting to head over to Ignitus' room, several questions on his mind, but instead found the old dragon hovering over the pool of visions, peering into the water and mumbling to himself. But when he asked, the fire Drake said that there weren't any free lands left. His mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Ignitus, and no matter how much he thought about it things just didn't add up, Ignitus had said that Cynder had captured most of the lands. Spyro had learned so much in his short time with Ignitus, and one of the most important notes was about Cynder, the great Black Dragon that was known as the Terror of The Skies, she was the one he had to defeat to save everyone. I'd like to say I stayed good throughout all the stuff I did, I'd like to tell you that I would never beat a captive dragon black and blue (Fucking CYRIL!) that I would die before I tore the head off a sentient creature (Rest in pieces, nameless Llama guy) that I would stay firm in my beliefs as I burned village after village down to the bedrock, that I was a good guy in this, that I was forced to do those things, that it was the only way I could survive.īut because I'd laugh at the look on your face when you realized I was lying. Turns out, being evil before the hero came along was actually kind of fun, what with nobody being able to stop you from doing whatever you wanted. Beating the stuffing out of someone? Also fun, but bad for the conscience, what little I had left anyway. Since I was a good little soldier, doing anything that I was assigned with lightning efficiency even with my young body, I wasn't forced to undergo Corruption, though the worst of the jobs had even me unnerved. All she would have to eat is enough to keep the original Cynder alive, and she didn't need to breath as much as a dragon her size normally would have, both of those things were taken care of by the dark magic she was now generating. ![]() The original Cynder was still there, but there was a second personality who was in control, and so long as that second personality was in control, Cynder's body was, quite frankly, fucking massive.įrom what I remember of the games, she was bigger than even Ignitus, who was really, really old, and how thin she was reeked of 'not normal', her chest for example was next to nonexistent, while her stomach and neck were extremely thin, which made sense. I say 'change' but it was more along the lines of 'overlay'. let's call it corruption, which takes dark magic and forcefully changes the mind and body of the original. They acted almost human in their mannerisms, if a bit crude, and they didn't cook their food (which was weird at first, but I got used to the taste), but they were similar enough to my old race that I was perfectly fine with my new life.Ĭynder, on the other hand, was a main character, and due to this apparently had the conscience of a fucking saint, even from birth, so she was forced to undergo. actually not that bad, all things considered, though to Cynder it was probably vaguely horrifying and highly confusing. I'm telling you now that getting raised by apes was. The fact that my second memory was of a female baby dragon screaming kind of lended credit to the second theory. ![]() ![]() Three: This wasn't anywhere near the timeline I knew. One: I had been taken instead of Cynder, one of the main characters. This wasn't exactly good, especially since my first memory was of being surrounded by apes, which meant one of three things. Those two years were hazy at best anyway. The year of the dragon, a time where a metric fuckton of dragon eggs were supposed to hatch, and I was one of them.Įxcept I hatched, I kid you not, two years before schedule, which was not normal, at all. I'm a fire dragon, if the name didn't give it away, and I broke the rules just by being born. ![]()
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