The Legend of Spyro: The Lost Chapters

The Mountains-- Part 1

The wind screamed over the frozen wasteland. The four dragons dived through the air like falcons, scanning the ground for anything suspicious. Cyril and Volteer were talking overhead, but the raging winds made it difficult to hear what they were saying.

"It's too windy. Can't hear a thing you're saying!" Spyro shouted to them, hoping they could hear. "Maybe that's a good thing," Sparx muttered, hanging off of Spyro's horn like a sailor hanging off the mast. The purple dragon gave him a look before Cyril's voice cut through the wind.

"Cynder, can you at least TRY to use your wind element?!" He shouted through the blowing winds. Cynder looked as if she wanted to say something but then agreed. She took a deep breath, breathing a quick, effortless split in the howling wind.

Thankfully, the winds weren't that strong... Though, Spyro wondered how quickly that wouldn't be the case.

"...I suggested to our pompous companion here that we seek the feline inhabitants of these tremendous bluffs!" Volteer spoke rapidly as Cyril rolled his eyes. "They may have a more vast knowledge of their predicament than we could ever acquire through our oculus." He quickly theorized. Sparx let out a sigh, looking at Spyro for help as Volteer rambled on about something else regarding his theory of the winds.

"He means we should find the creatures who live here and ask them what they know." Spyro translated to the dragonfly, who grew a look of slight irritation.

"Right. Why couldn't he have said that in an easier way?" He sighed as he looked down towards the sheets of white. It was nice not having a deafening fury of wind blowing his face off. Spyro looked around, noting the wind cutting the snow off of the slopes.

"Volteer, might I add we know absolutely nothing about these leopards? For all we know, they could be absolute savages." Cyril argued in his usual tone.

"It's... worth a try, isn't it?" Cynder spoke her voice nearly in a whisper. "If they know something, it might help us." She stated nonchalantly, although she was certain Cyril was pretending not to hear her.

"I do believe young Cynder may be correct–" Volteer uttered quickly, glancing back at Cyril. "Assuming they aren't 'savages' as you surmise, they could offer some valuable intel on their predicament. Although, worst case scenario, If–"

"Alright, alright. Enough!" Cyril quickly interrupted the chatty golden dragon, who was certainly planning on diving into the deep, endless pros and cons of what they would be doing. They started to fly downwards, following the lead of the icy dragon.

After a few seconds, the winds had come to an abrupt stop. Everything had gone from howling to as quiet as the grave within a matter of seconds. Spyro could feel even the trees come to a sudden stop. He glanced down at the ground, his eyes taking in the sight of the white speckled trees and snow underneath.

But, something didn't feel right to the purple dragon. Strange sounds lingered near the trees as they hid in the shadows. Cyril's fins twitched as he scanned the trees.

A yowl of a cat echoed from the clearing. All eyes turned towards the source and darted right for it to investigate.

In the distance, the creatures of ice hissed as they surrounded the leopard. He wielded a wooden staff, smacking it into the grublin. It shattered as if it were made of glass. The leopard jumped into the air, dodging the next attack, only unfortunately he didn't quite land on his feet.

The grublins simply laughed. The young leopard gripped the staff tightly as he got up. The pain grew great on his stomach to the point where he could barely stand without trembling. Fear lingered in his blue eyes as if he were unsure if he would make it out of this in one piece.