A dragon stood dormant on the edge of a cliff top surrounded by a mystifying waterfall. He looked up viewing the stars and the moon dancing around the sky. His claws sheathed at the sight of silhouetted birds, clenching the earth's surface as he watched them fluttered by. His armour struggled to contain the muscles that dilated out of his scaly skin. He stretched out his wings majestically and shut his purple eyes.
"I wish I could be free." He whispered.
His voice scampered away with the wind that gently whistled past. He let his head droop as he exhaled.
"Spyro?" A wise reassuring voice emerged from the distance.
Spyro let a smile dominate his face "Hunter."
Hunter a cheetah peacefully trotted over to where Spyro was perched. He's red cape smoothly blew with the wind and his arrows rattled as if they were trying to escape the clutches of the quiver.
"What are you doing out here?" Hunter questioned. "The elders of Warfang need to talk to you."
Warfang is the dragon city that definitely lives up to its name. Ever since the Dark Master, Malefor was defeated the dark armies plotted revenge. They've learnt to harness the power of the gem stones; the dragons life source. They've left a scar in Dragon history. Each time they invade it's no light attack. Its a heavy attack that strikes a blow to Warfang armies. Since the era of traditional elemental combat has passed wars now contain heavy machinery and weapons. Leaving dragons at a disadvantage. The once independent dragons have now happened to rely on other mythical creatures in hope of evening the odds.
Spyro met Hunter's steady gaze. "I came here to seek peace." Spyro replied. With a hint of frustration in his voice he added "Tell them I'll be there."
Hunter stifled a sigh "Okay..." he obeyed. Hunter calmly whistled, signalling for his eagle. An eagle landed roughly on Hunter's shoulder "Tell them that Spyro is on he's way." The eagle let out a piercing cry in understanding of Hunters words and took off, slowly but gracefully descending its way into the distance. Spyro flexed his wings and flicked his tail in annoyance, his silver armour rattling with every stroke his tail took. They both stood there in an awkward silence listening to the sounds of nature. "What's wrong, Spyro?" Hunter shut his eyes slowly, preparing himself to listen.
"I miss Cynder." Spyro wistfully spoke. "I know she's not gone. She just acts more different around me now, well, ever since he arrived."
"Who? Boreas?" Boreas is an intimidating ice dragon. A dragon that likes to show off his combat combined with the chilling power of ice. Hunter laughed "Spyro, you're worried about him? He acts like a dragonette."
Spyro snickered "Yeah!" He added more seriously "It doesn't explain why Cynder is acting so different..."
"Maybe you should talk to her. Something could be upsetting her." Hunter explained.
"I think so. I'll organise something with her after the meeting."
"The elders are waiting Spyro. Better not be late otherwise you'll never here the last of it from Volteer!"
"Nothing stops that electric dragon's tongue from wagging." Spyro miffed. "How about a race there? Could do with some flight training."
"Go on then"
Spyro lunged himself into the air, expanding his wings. He could hear his heart race with excitement. Adrenaline started to pulse around his body. He dived swiftly down the hillside quickly dodging every object that came into sight. Spyro forgot everything he knew, the stress, the responsibilities almost picturing himself as a young, carefree dragonette again. He was never so pleased to have the wind grind up on his face. This is what it feels like to be completely free.
First chapter done. Woohoo! I'm not a very experienced writer so I'm not completely sure what I gained out of this...probably a chance for my imagination to leak out. xD It's a very confusing chapter...nothing really happens. Let's just say its more of an introduction than anything else. Meh, hope you guys enjoyed anyway. I'm leaving the description of Boreas brief because i have a few plans up my sleeves. *Insert evil giggles here*
