Spyro The Dragon's Story

Cynder looked somewhat shocked to hear him say those words and couldnt help but rumble at that thought, her emerald eyes turning to look at him while finishing off the carcass and picking it clean before licking her chops and jaws then strode over to him and brushed up against him

"Sounds like a plan to me. How do we set up this portal? What things will we require?" She asked curiously then laid down infront of him to listen to his words.

Spyro clicked his claws and hummed in thought. "Well, there are two ways. The first, and harder, way would be to create a permanent portal. It would require building an archway, inscribing the necessary runes, and then powering it with our magic."

The purple dragon rose to his feet and buffeted his wings. He raised a scaly eyebrow at Cynder and gave her a grin. "The second way would be for me to create a portal using my own magic. That would be easiest - provided you can keep up."

Cynder just laughed a little and brushed up against his side again "Beloved I was always faster then you when it came to things in the air. I will be just fine with keeping up with you. I will leave with you whenever we are ready. Is there anything we need to pack from our home before we depart?" she asked him while yawning a little and stretched out her wings herself to give them a few flaps. She wanted her wings nice and loose for if she had to pull some tight maneuvars while they were sailing through the magical portal he would create

"This will be certainly very interesting my mate, I look forward to exploring this new world together with you"

"Then... Let us fly!" he said as he leaped into the air with a mighty flap. Dust and leaves were cast aside in a small storm as he emerged from the treeline.

Spyro flew into the sky with powerful wing beats that cracked like whips. He flew faster and faster as if his life depended on it. Wind slammed into his face, but he ignored the sting and started to gather his power. A cone of air formed in front of his body as he continued to accelerate while powerful gales were generated by his wings.

Magic was intrinsic to dragonkind. Some sages have said that the first dragons were molded from the clay of Creation itself and bound to its limitless power. Each of the dragon clans expressed their magical power in a certain way. They harnessed passion and valor and molded it into the flames of the soul. Others danced with the storm, while some carried the strength and resolve of the earth.

The purple dragon could harness every element... and more.

Spyro clenched his eyes shut and dug deep within the depths of his soul. He reached passed the fire burning in his veins, the lightning pulsing through his muscles, the frigid ice storm that filled his lungs, and the mountains that formed his bones. It was there, at the core of his being, that he felt it. The Power churned like a writhing sea of chaos and order - of life and death - and Spyro pulled on it.

Purple flames ignited across his body as his eyes shone with a brilliant white radiance. He lurched forward at a terrifying speed, leaving a thunderous boom in his wake. Raw cosmic power poured like a fountain from his body. Spyro opened his maw and gathered the temporal energy. The sphere of magic rippled like a boiling star in his mouth until finally...

Cra-BOOM!

He unleashed a beam of cosmic energy from his mouth that set the air ablaze. The sky warped and cracked before him before buckling in a vortex of chaotic power. Swirls of purple, blue, red, and black formed the whirlpool. Then, just as suddenly as the cacophonous tear in reality formed, Spyro dived into it without hesitation.

Cynder took off almost as fast as he had taken off, beating her wings hard to get airborne along with him. Her lithe and light frame and form made it quite easy for her to keep up with Spyro's bulky speed but the magic and wing did throw her off balance a little bit. The wind buffetted her face but she didnt care, it stung when the magic radiated from him but she kept up with his pace.

Staring with awe, she saw him tap into the limitless energy his birthright provided him and watched as the tear formed infront of him from the cone of magic his mouth had produced and she followed him without any second thought of her own safety and peril and disappeared into it just as quickly as he had done so. She had no idea where she was going but she felt...comfortable with the embrace of the darkness. Knowing there was a new world beyond this portal.

Just above the peaks of the Exalted Mountains, a flash of light erupted in the night sky. A swirling vortex of purple, blue, red, and gold forged a violent tempest where there was once a calm blackness. Like a raging sea storm the energies churned, gathered, dissipated, and thundered as a funnel in the fabric of space and time formed. Blue and violet lightning illuminated the cosmic maelstrom.

A blinding light erupted from the vortex. An enormous purple shape emerged from the maelstrom. Large yellow wings snapped open as it banked hard against the face of one of the floating mountains. It unleashed a reptilian roar that echoed across the landscape. Glowing crimson eyes glared at the land. They burned with fury, intelligence, and power that rivaled few in this alien world.

The Portal surged again as a second form flew out from the portal and she banked hard to avoid the same mountain, dropping down to avoid it and opened her large wings in time to make a successful landing. The reptilian roar was heard and she unleashed one of her own while scanning the new horizon while making her way over to the large purple dragon, her emerald eyes staring down at the lands below.

"This is...beautiful" She whispered to herself and brushed herself snug against her mate and looked towards him "Shall I find us a suitable den while you look through the local wildlife?" She asked, looking about to the floating mountains nearby "One of those should do nicely for a home..."

Sheodin appeared in a flash of light and crack of thunder. He floated on ethereal winds high above the landscape, and he was clad in a suit of plate that glowed like moonlight. Arcs of electricity danced between the adamantine plates as raw arcane energy flowed from the archmage in waves. His eyes shone like twin stars burning with eldritch power, and his unflinching gaze narrowed upon the titan before him.

He clenched Stormquake in his gauntlet, and the sky growled in anticipation. Dark clouds materialized like vultures, forming a semicircle around him and the Colossus’s head. Lightning flashed, and one could almost see the silhouettes of great eagles dancing amidst the tempest - echoes of long forgotten spirits of storm and wind.

Then the archmage Spoke, lacing his words with magic and authority, and the storm mimicked his voice with a symphony thunder, rain, and wind.

“You will not pass, titan of earth. Name thyself, and state thy discourse.”

Though his head was in a storm, Ni'thorne was little impacted. It upset the Colossus to not be able to take a swat at the glowing mosquito dancing about his head, or to try to wave away the darkened clouds.

Instead the great hand of Ni'Thorne reached to puncture the clouds, up towards the atmosphere, up towards something looming too far to reach.

Eras grew angrier as he realized Ni'Thorne would be unable to reach the Soja, and so he pulled at the ship all the mightier, blocking communicative channels and causing other minor malfunctions.

Ni'Thorne's great arm extended still into the skies, which had brightened where a shadow was not being cast across the mountains. Ni'Thorne was not happy as he was being asked to grasp a figure enveloped in celestial flames high in the atmosphere. Despite being made of mountain, he was not fully invincible.

Ni'Thorne almost wavered in his allegiance towards Eras. Floating mountains and boulders began to glide though the peaks. They joined up with Ni'Thorne, adding to his bulk and strength. One great piece crushed a part of the town on his shoulder - those within earshot could hear as some of those unlucky enough to survive the foundation of their lives being thrust into the atmosphere, plunged and perished.

So. He wasn't just a tool, and if he was, he could consider himself taken care of to some degree. Still Ni'thorne had upset. He chose instead to focus on his given task at hand- grabbing for the flamed one.

Sheodin teleported away from Ni’Thorne, his spell leaving a concussive burst of energy in his wake to stun the titan. Time slowed from his perspective, and he saw the flying mountain soar into view. Veins of lightning danced across the molten surface, and a crown of red and white flames shrouded the mountain’s horizontal peak. The air rushed to get out of the missile’s way, but was compressed and heated before being shunted behind like a meteor’s contrail.

A moment passed - like a fraction of a heartbeat. The mountain range held its breath as the sky burned with magic and fire. Sheodin met the eyes of his doppelganger, and they stepped into one another. He slipped into the ethereal just as the uprooted and reforged island struck Ni’Thorne’s chest like the fist of an angry god.

BOOM!

A shockwave tore across the region. Forests were incinerated. Smaller meteors were launched for miles like grapeshot. The floating mountains spun and drifted from the cataclysmic impact. The earth itself trembled from the destructive power brought down upon the titan, and collateral damage swept across the land like a wildfire.

Sheodin’s heart was as heavy as the mutated hammer in his hand, but he hoped the lives lost would be an acceptable sacrifice in order to stop the sure destruction brought about by the Colossus.

As Sheodin landed his final blow, Eras screamed. Ni'Thorne reached out to the angered god, pleading, begging, to be given more to overcome this wreckening. Eras was not a kind God. Eras yanked from the great mass of Ni'thorne what was left.

Ni'thorne had failed.

A tidal wave of dust and debris cascaded down the form of the once great Titan as it crumbled in on itself. Chest cavity more a hole than anything else, the titan of stone falling to the gravity of Gaia below. A storm of rocks peppered the area surrounding Ni'thorne. The arms of the great titan flopped forward, folding around to hug the base of the newly formed flat topped mountain that moments ago was a Titan.

Ni'Thorne was dead, never to rise again.