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Here is it, a new chapter in this series. Many enjoyed the last chapter with the sudden appearance of humans and their behavior, and i am glad to see it. I will not reveal much of them until further on. Otherwise, i will leave you to your own guesses.

I do not own the Legend of Spyro Trilogy charcater nor it's plot. However... the plot of this story, and any new character is mine. Any resemblance is purely coincidiential.

Enjoy Chapter 7.

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The Legend of Spyro: Origins_Chapter 7

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"That was some shortcut Ramirez" Parker glared toward his partner.

"I'm deeply sorry, Lieutenant" he responded in a voice that indicated that he was not.

"We went completely the other way. Had we followed our course, we would have arrived toward a path that would lead us to base".

"I really thought that this way would be a shortcut and we didn't have a lot of time"

They had been walking in the forest for hours after they had left the purple dragon. Sanders didn't have a lot of time and every second they were delayed brought him closer to death with internal bleeding. Parker had trusted Ramirez in that this way was a shortcut to the base. Also, he had made a good point that had they taken the longer route, Sander would probably die. Now, they were lost.

Parker was now carrying the unconscious helicopter pilot across his back while Ramirez cleared a way where they could go through without much hardship. They had exchange the burden of the unconscious man sometimes now, and now was Parker's turn.

"You told me that your could get to the base with your eyes closed; obviously and exaggeration, but I trusted you that you knew what you were doing" Parker further reprimanded his companion.

"I still do!" Ramirez defended himself. "This is just... a little setback".

"And this little setback, the same as the other ten I might add, could cost Sanders his life"

"It's not my fault that we had to cross that river, nor would to pass the dense vegetation cost us precious minutes".

"Well, the only thing we can do now is continue ahead and hope we make it"

They walked in silence for a few moments, when Ramirez broke it unexpectedly.

"Permission to speak freely sir".

"If you are going to whine, then no. But if it is something else, go on ahead; I would very much like have something to talk about".

Ramirez took a long breath before he spoke. "Why did you do it?" The question caught Parker off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"The dragon. Why did you not kill him? I could have sworn that you would have done so... when the glowing insect came".

"When I figure it out, Ramirez, I'll tell you" Parker stated, still not knowing himself why he had done so.

Why had he done so indeed? He should have killed him. He should have shot him. He should have put a bullet in his head and spilled all of his brain on the ground and left his body to rot with an occasional scavenger gaining some sort of benefit. How could have he let him go?

How could he not?

Was it their obvious speech and reason the dragons had that held him? Was it the goodness he had should him and Ramirez when they met? Was it the mythical being that would obviously interest every scientist in the expedition, and they would want to study? Was it the sense that he would have killed him defenseless? Murder? Cold-Blooded murder???

Parker knew all about killing. He had killed many enemies during his service time, but they were always enemies. He had never shot an innocent one, or defenseless ones, or the ones who were surrendering. But they were people. Why should he consider this small dragon one?

He had been very, very close to pulling the trigger. But something had impeded it, something inside shouted at him not to. He could have still pulled the trigger if he had wanted to, but he had always listened to his instincts and his instincts told him to hold his finger. The question was: why did his instinct screamed at him not to shoot?

He had not shot more out of curiosity as to where his instincts would lead him, and he very much wanted to find out why it screamed at him not to shot.

"HA" Ramirez suddenly laughed, taking Parker out of his own private areas of the mind. Ramirez pulled a branch out of the way, and behind it, stood the expedition base. "Te dije que este era el camino correcto!" he told in Spanish as he shot Parker a look of triumph.

Parker didn't even have to ask for a translation, the meaning very clear. He mumbled under his breath at Ramirez teasing of him being right as to where they were heading. The private has been right and he was mistaken... But he would be dammed if he ever said it to him.

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"THE ENEMY IS RETREATING!!!" someone shouted and a cheer went up amongst the ranks.

Three days after the human's escape, the dark army had attempted again to capture the city of Warfang. The brave defender has pushed them back, hopefully, for the last time; but the army was still there, waiting for another attempt. The army outside, however, looked very much thinner now; not the huge dark mass of soldier that advanced toward the city. At this rate, they would force the enemy to retreat. Still, all the long waiting was driving everyone crazy and made many of them angry.

Spyro walked beside Cynder without knowing where they were going. They helped where they could, by helping wounded or trying to repair some building that had been smashed by rocks thrown by catapults.

"Look at this mess" Spyro sighted as he saw another building destroyed. "Will this never end?"

"Have faith, Spyro. Do not despair." Cynder tried to console them.

They passed thought the entrance where the humans had made escape with Spyro as their hostage. Spyro took a huge breath and released it all at once.

"Thinking of them?" Cynder asked, perfectly knowing who 'them' were. But she already knew the answer to that.

"Yeah" Spyro replied, looking at some guards that have been posted there for fear of the humans. It was thought that they would lead a secret invasion force through the tunnel and attack the city by surprise. If that happened, things would be bad, especially if it happened while an assault was being held by the walls at the same time.

Spyro felt that they wouldn't. That last exchange had been strange one, sure, but he felt no evil in them. In a sense, he wished to see them again; to know them. He sighted once more.

Just then, Sparx arrived.

"Hey hey hey, yo there. What are you doing here walking all by yourselves? Did I miss something?" he said in that sarcastic voice of his.

"No Sparx, everything's fine. Considering the circumstances" Spayro said sadly as he looked at the tunnel. Then he looked back at his brother. "So, what's up?"

"Incendio would like to see you. And fast!"

"Okay. Will you lead us to him?"

"Me? No no no, I can't. I have an important mission to fulfill; and only 'I' can do it". Sparx said in a proud, smug voice. Sparx had finally gotten a job that suited him perfectly, since he was the best and sometimes the only one who could do it. Being a messenger for the important people in the city had gotten over his head too much... and he boasted about it, much like everything else. "He is waiting at the crash site, you know, that machine the humans arrived in" he referred to the dragon organ.

"We'll go. Thanks Sparx"

"Yeeeaaahhh, well, you know. My duty and all that responsibility on my shoulders for delivering the all important message that save us from this battle. Finally someone recognized my usefulness. But, duty calls gotta go" and with that, the dragonfly flew away without saying goodbye.

Spyro watched him go before he sighted once more. "It's weird, not having Sparx around anymore. Too quiet without him. He was always there by my side all my life... I'll miss him always being around".

They left to find Incendio at the walls, passing through several demolished buildings. They also passed some group of cheetahs being led by Prowlus and Hunter. They acknowledge them before going to do what they were supposed to be doing. Some moles were patrolling the walls and clearing away all the remains of the enemy. They found Incendio next to a huge pile of food and equipment, directing moles in various tasks.

"You called for us?" Spyro asked.

"Yes, Spyro" he then proceeded to inspect them. "You looked tired. Are you feeling ok?"

Spyro nodded his head. "Just a little bit tired. Hadn't slept well these two days".

"We all need rest. You rest; I will find someone else can help me".

"I'm fine. Tell me what to do" Spyro said, desperate to do something to help the city.

"Are you sure Spyro?" Cynder asked worried.

"Yes. I'm fine" he assured her.

"Very well" Incendio said. "We are running out of supplies and we need more. Some allies of ours in other places, like Munitions Forge, Avalar Valley and Tall Plains, are giving us what they can spare. There is a shipment arriving from Avalar Valley that contains some much desperate food".

Incendio helped with the supply problems, by leading and handing food and medical equipment to those who needed it. He also directed the food preparation for all of the city inhabitants. There was some shortage and they were beginning to go sometimes hungry. Incendio was fair with everyone, giving each individual their fair share, equally. He was begging to get a reputation and there were voices that said that he would be the next fire guardian. Of course, Incendio dismissed those rumors saying that he didn't want such a thing.

"I need your help to escort a caravan trough Avalar Valley and make sure it arrives intact. We need those supplies" Incendio informed them. "I would go myself, but I have no time. I have to make sure everything is running smoothly here".

"We'll go. Just tell when to leave" Spyro said.

"Wait a bit until the food is ready and eat some. Then, I guess you should leave" the young fire dragon suggested. Just at that moment, Spyro's stomach rumbled, embarrassing Spyro. Incendio just chuckled. "Go one. Food is almost ready".

After a meal that tasted deliciously or maybe it was just the hunger, Spyro and Cynder made their way toward the tunnel which leads to Avalar Valley. There was nothing exciting during their journey underground.

They exit the pass under the mountain and, with a powerful leap and a beat of their wings, they began to fly. Their first stop was at Hunter's village that was nearby, to gather information about this supply caravan.

"It is coming from the west, where other cheetah villages are located" Meadow explained to them. "But beware several groups of grumblings and orcs have been sighted. Some of them include a troll, so be careful".

With that information, they continued their journey, searching for the caravan that they were supposed to protect. They searched for quite some time, but luck was not with them; they could not find it.

"Where is the caravan?" Cynder asked for the hundredth time as they flew.

"It must be around here, somewhere" Spyro said with more hope than he felt. Those supplies were desperately needed and that made the caravan an important target for the dark army. Why do they still fight? What do they have to gain without Malefor?_ _The caravan could already be destroyed for all he knew.

"Look!!!" Cynder appraised. Spyro turned to look at where she pointed and saw a small pillar of black smoke coming from a distance. Oh no.

"Quickly, Cynder! They must be in danger". They flew as fast as they could toward the small pillar of smoke. When they arrived, they saw what Spyro didn't want to see. The caravan was under attack by a large group of grumblings and orcs. Several braves moles and cheetahs were defending the precious supplies from the onslaught.

The caravan consisted of several wagons made of wood full of supplies. One of them was engulfed in a huge fire, the first that was attacked, no doubt. Spyro saw how some moles and cheetahs tried to pull the other wagons, pulled by some strange animal, away from the inferno to prevent them from catching fire.

"Cynder, attack from the air while I go and help them!!!" Spyro told her, and without waiting for an answer, he dived.

The orc never knew what hit him as Spyro landed on top of him with full force, breaking his back. Spyro didn't dwell on it, jumping engage a grubling that was attacking a cheetah. He grabbed the grubling arm, and proceeded to shake him viciously.

"Thanks" the cheetah said as he turned around to engage another enemy.

Meanwhile, Cynder spat poison from above at enemies, who shriek in pain if some of it touched their skin. She slashed at the orce when she did a low pass, scratching them and knowing them with her tail.

They continued thus for a few minutes.

"WATCH OUT!!!" a shout was heard. A huge boulder was sent flying towards a group of moles that were firing their crossbow toward the enemy from a wagon. Some moles managed to jump away before the rock hit it. The wagon exploded in a cloud of splinters and broken pieces of wood, as the supplies were sent flying when the huge rock made impact. Then, a huge roar was heard.

Spyro turned to see and his heart sank. A huge troll step of of the trees, holding a rock in one hand, and a club in the other. The troll raised his rock, and threw it with huge force. The rock nearly hit another wagon were moles were shooting arrows form._ _We won't last long like this.

Spyro leapt and beat his wings trying to gain altitude. Cynder noticed him and flew to his side.

"Now what?" she asked.

"We must keep him away from the wagons and have his focus on us. I will distract him while you attack with your breath from behind".

"Will do" she said.

Spyro then flew and passed right in front of him. "HERE!" Spyro shouted, trying to catch his attention. The troll saw him and stroke with his weapon, nearly hitting Spyo in the process. That was close.

Cynder flew behind the monster and used her shadow attack from close range. The troll howled in pain, swinging his club ant Cynder. She flew away safely when the troll had his attention on her. Spyro tried to gain his attention again, giving a chance to Cynder to strike with the breath power Spyro lacked.

"HERE!" he shouted once again to go gain the trolls attention as he flew close by. This time, he swatted his with his hand, sending him stumbling to the ground. Spyro crashed with a huge force, disorientating him. The troll closed in for the kill.

"SPYRO!!!" Cynder shouted as she dove toward the troll, attacking him with her breaths. Several mole shot their arrows to the troll, trying to make distract him long enough to give Spyro a chance to escape. But the troll was not distracted from his prey.

Spyro was still trying to regain his senses, when he felt the troll just behind him. He turned to look and saw the club high over the troll's head, ready to squash the little dragon under him.

With a roar of rage, Cynder dove straight at the trolls face .The troll was suspired by this bold move, surprised enough to stand still for a few moments. Then, Cynder started to slash the trolls face. The huge monster howled in pained, and dropped the club to try to get away the fierce dragoness.

Spyro recovered soon enough and ran toward the toll, taking his chance to attack. He jumped and started to bite and slash at the troll's neck. Moles and cheetahs, having eliminated the smaller foes, ran toward the troll and proceeded to stab him with their weapons. Some arrows flew and stuck in the troll's hide, making a complete assault from all sides. The troll could do nothing except try to swat at the enemies that surrounded him, but he could not really do much under the restless attack before he fell.

A cheer went from the warriors that survived the skirmish, the warriors raising their sword to the air in victory. A cheetah and a mole came closer to the two dragons that had helped them.

"You couldn't have arrived at a better time. We were sure we were to be defeated" the mole captain said.

"We owe you our lives" The cheetah also praised them in kind.

"Glad we could be of assistance" Cynder said. "Are you the caravan that is heading toward Warfang?"

"Yes, we are. We have supplies that the city needs. We have lost some wagons do to sporadic attacks, but this was the worst yet". The mole said.

"We have come to escort you and make sure nothing happens". Spyro said

"Many thanks. We have to salvage all we can and proceed with haste to Warfang" the mole said as he turned around and gave the necessary orders. However, the cheetah remained.

"Something wrong?" Spyro asked.

"No, nothing. It's just that I have something to show you" at that moment, two more cheetahs came closer. "Follow us" he told Spyro and Cynder. Confused, the two dragons followed.

Thwy headed toward one of the wagons that had survived the battle. It was overflowing with supplies, and the escort was still putting on more of the other destroyed wagons.

"Here" the cheetah said as he climbed onboard the huge wagon. Spyro and Cynder followed as the two other cheetahs remained on the ground. Spyro saw a place where a cloth was covering some supplies, and seeing the cheetah, he deduced that's what he wanted to show them.

"Do not say anything about this" the cheetah told them in a whisper as he held in his paw the cloth. The two dragons only nodded before the cheetah pulled the cloth revealing what was behind. Twin gasp were herd. Inside was an unconscious small green dragon. A child by the looks of it. She had a bandage covering her small forearm. The cheetah covered the dragon again and motioned them to get down of the wagon.

"Who was he?" Spyro asked her mind in the child dragon.

"She hasn't told us her name yet. But let me say it from the beginning" the cheetah told them. "We are from the tribe you two save a few days ago, the one belonging to Chief Warluz. He sends his greetings to you two and hope you are well". Spyro could only smile at that. Chief Warluz was a good person, and hearing he was all right sent relief through Spyro.

"Two days after you left" the cheetah continued ", this child of the dragons came flying from the west. Judging by her flying, I would say that it was her first time in the air. She collapsed near our village due to exhaustion from all the effort and time she made to get there. We took her in and cared for her as she recovered. And the..." the cheetah faltered.

"Then what?" Cynder urged.

"Then... she woke up that night and started asking for her mother" he finished. Cynder gasped at that statement. "She said that her mother would be waiting for her here, but no other dragon arrived. She cried herself to sleep again after she found out that her parents were not there. She has been doing that ever since she discovered that, nor really caring about the world, deep in her own depression".

Spyro could understand the pain the little girl felt. Even if he had never lost his parents, the thought of never seeing Ignitus again was dreadful. He could only compare his loss to the little's one.

"That's not all" the cheetah continued, and made sure that they were alone from the rest of the guards. "We decided to send and accompany the little one to Warfang, were her kind were and could offer some comfort and protection. I was not in that group that accompanied them initially however. One day after the group left, three more dragons came in. One was an adult and two young ones and they were badly injured. One young died that same night. However, the older one told us of what was had happened. Some dragons rallied and tried to create a hidden colony away from the war and battles after the evil Cynder disappeared" he said that as he looked at Cynder. "They were successful in some measure. For almost two year they stayed hidden; that is until they came".

"Who came?" Spyro asked in a low voice, feeling the tension and fear.

"An army of ape and evil beings, grublings, orcs and trolls. They are working together. The number of enemies overwhelmed the small settlement and crushed them. Many dragons are fleeing, but the army is following in hot pursuit. The older dragon told us that more dragons may come, and that they will try to find refuge in Warfang. Chief Warluz has already started to make arrangements in order to help the dragons if they came across us. But Warluz is knows somethingt".

Spyro and Cynder could only get closer at the grave information the cheetah was telling and wanting to hear more.

"I think, the Chief knows that the army is heading toward Warfang. Warluz told me to run and get to the city to deliver the news. A day passed after I left the village, when I crossed the group that held the little dragon, so we stayed together. That same day, we came across the caravan that was taking supplies to the city."

Spyro and Cynder stayed silent for a moment before Cynder registered something.

"So why such much secret with the young one?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

"The little one sometimes wakes and whimpers, muttering about the army and the destruction they caused to her home. The morale is low enough already among the troops and knowing a new army is around, most probably heading toward Warfang, would crumble the rest of it".

"But Warfang is already under siege" Spyro almost yelled it out loud. "The city cannot hold much longer. This fresh army will break the defenses".

"That is why, I told you. Make haste and deliver the news to Warfang for the inevitable onslaught".

"I will go" Spyro volunteered. He then turned to Cynder. "You stay here and escort the caravan; we need the supplies".

"I will stay. Make haste" Cynder urged him on.

"One more thing" the cheetah interrupted. "Remember that dragons will begin to arrive shortly. We will tell them where they should go in order to reach you. Now GO!"

Spyro started to run and using the speed, jumped and caught the wind under his wings. He flapped as fast as he could to gain more speed and shoot his way back to the city. How will the guardians receive the news?

Things were going to get worse.

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Damn... hard times will be upon them.

Hope you liked it.