Illuminate (A Legend of Spyro Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Regret

"A dragon's elemental aptitude is not constrained by his or her limits, but merely the lack of will to continue."

–Syrantis of Empyrea.

Chapter 8: Regret

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A yellow dragoness passed by the dojo, she heard a rather loud commotion that emanated from within. She assumed someone was training. She paid the room little mind as she continued towards her original destination while lost in thought. It wasn't long before she stopped along her dorm room's door. Aurea opened the door and went inside. Everything about the room was tidy, save for her desk. She walked to her desk, which was cluttered with books and various papers, scrolls, etc... It wasn't organized neatly either, quite the opposite in fact. She moved away some of the junk to clear some space. The dragoness' thoughts drifted to her life before the war briefly. After a moment she sighed and pushed the memories out and instead tried to focus on what she was here for. She took out a small box and held it tightly as she sniffed. A small tear ran down her cheek. Aurea opened the box, revealing a deep gold necklace, the center piece was a topaz gem.

It was the memento of her mother, she didn't wear it however. Mainly because of the absence of the special circumstance that was specified by her mother. "I had almost forgotten about this... Mother, I don't think I'll ever forget you, even as time goes on..." She said quietly before she trailed off and stayed silent. Her eyes glued to the necklace. After what seemed like eternity she closed the box and gently placed it back in its safe spot.

A sudden knock on the door caught her attention. She walked up to the door and opened it slowly. Upon seeing the visitor's face she threw the door wide open. "Uncle..." The electrical guardian stepped inside, his gaze set upon his niece. He noticed her dejected demeanor right off the bat and was instantaneously at a conclusion as to why.

"So the incubuses have resurfaced?" A slight nod answered his question. Volteer frowned, troubled by this. "It appears they have a tedious tendency to waltz in then."

"I don't think they'll ever go away uncle..." The dragoness said solemnly, she looked rather fearful. Volteer already knew why.

"Oh dear... Would you like to talk about it then?"

The dragoness gave him a fragile smile, "That might help..." The two withdrew further into her room. Volteer let the dragoness lie down on her bed as they began to converse. "It's just like the old ones. I'm always there... and I always see them perish... Their last words... It's always been the same, it hasn't changed radically at all," she closed her eyes and let out a pained sigh. Volteer looked at her with unease; he despised seeing her like this. He wished he knew how to combat her problem and eradicate it completely.

"Everything is the same? Precisely and unerringly the same? Not even a single detail has been recreated?"

"Yes... I wish I had an explanation to this... I don't understand why it happens..." She trailed off.

Volteer hesitated to speak as he began to draw evidence. "I'd suggest you let time heal the trauma and cope..."

"That's exactly what I did last time!" She practically yelled, her voice raised to the point where anyone next door could hear. Fortunately, there was no one close enough. It was highly unusual for her to raise her voice, much less get upset so intensely. "I let time do its work only for this to happen again! I'm not at peace with their passing! I'm not..." She lowered her and started to let her emotions come free, tears began to run down her face as she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks she tried to hid her face.