Love From Two Different Worlds (Spyro x Reader)

Chapter 8

The picture above is a Orc, I figured that out when I was bored. And I'm so sorry that this story is delayed.
I've been working on other stories.

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"Hello...(Y/N)."

You spun around and gasped through the crystal as your (E/C) eyes widened. There in front of you was a group of Grublins.
There were at least eight flying ones and one with a sword as a hand and shield, he was bigger then the others.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I need you to come with me, because you have caught the eyes of my master."

You snorted and dropped the crystal. "Why don't you crawl back into the hell hole you came from ugly."

The Orc growled before raising his sword hand. "That wasn't a option, now chose!"

You narrowed your (E/c) eyes before growling out. "No."

"It looks like we're doing this the hard way then."

With that said, the Grublins attacked. You dodged the first attack and hit one of them with your tail, it got back up. One of them came up from behind and hit you in the back of the head with its club.

You stumble slightly but shake your head and curl your lip. "Is that all you got?"

One of them came at you, but you didn't see and it hit you right in the middle of your spin. You muffled your scream as you tried to hit it, but it moved away before you could.

Another came at you and you saw it this time. You snapped your jaws around it's throat and jumped up into the air, and kicked it into a near by tree. It groaned before collapsing and disappearing into a pile of shadows.

The remaining seven came at you before you could touch the ground. Four of them grabbed your legs, one grabbed your wings and one grabbed your tail, while the seventh one raised its club and swung down, but you pulled your front legs forwards just in time for the club to swing down on both the Grublins who held your wrists. Killing them both.

Five left.

Now with free front legs, you kicked your hind legs, causing the two to lose their grips and fall off.

You turn your head to try and grab the Grublin that held onto your wings, only to get hit in the face full force with a club. You fell backwards a few feet and another one hit you in the back with a club, causing you to let out a silent scream of pain as you fell backwards a few more feet. This time you hit your head on a rock.

Time seemed to have slowed as you lay there. A metallic taste flooded your mouth. A menacing growl escaped your throat as your vision turned slightly red and blurry.

'How are they beating me? I shouldn't be beaten this easily!'

'Why am I so powerless?'

'Ancestors...ancients...anybody...help me.'

Your vision started to fade into black as your thoughts consumed you. You begged for help...anything. Anyone. to help you.

Your conscious began to slipped from the real world.

'no...'

'NO!'

'I should not have to beg my Ancestors to help me, I WILL NOT beg others for help.'