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So, last journal I said that a Final Fantasy IX fan fiction Rain of Remembrance would be my next project...well not quite as it turns out.

While starting my ressearch before writing the Final Fantasy IX fan fiction I began to plan out the details of my Legend of Spyro and Cynder story and came to the conclusion that a small tie together story was needed to setup the coming events and with a burst of inspiration I set about writing the first chapter of this short story.

So...maybe at the same time as my Final Fantasy story or before it, I will be writing Legend of Spyro: Heirs of Shadow, a short story between the events of my last major Legend of Spyro story and the one I will be finishing off with.

Hope you enjoy and see ya later.


Memory and Hope

The rain was falling all around her, splattering against the hard stone beneath her feet and she could feel it running of the heavy red coat she was wearing. The open plaza was silent save for the rain sound of the raindrops against the cracked and broken stone. Around the edge of the plaza stood several young burmecians, holding either a spear or sword and watching her every move silently.

She shifted her focus away from these onlookers as she clasped the mythril spear firmly in her left hand, the tip pointed towards the sky. Her only focus was on her opponent ahead of her.

He was wearing a dark brown vest and a wide brimmed hat covered most of his face, a long glaive resting against one shoulder.

His eyes steeled on her, he gripped his glaive confidently and Freya returned the gaze as she lowered her spear and grasped it with both hands, widening her stance.

He also lowered his glaive, though held it in one outstretched hand, the ease of which he did speaking to the strength he wielded.

“Whenever you are ready, Fratley,” she said confidently.

“Then here I come, Freya,” he answered with similar confidence.

He crossed the distance between them in a single bound, the glaive singing as it cut through the air in a fast beautiful arc aimed at her left side.

She was ready and shifting her spear slightly she met the glaive with the shaft of her spear, blocking it without moving an inch as he landed in front of her.

He made a short hop backwards, before striking forward again, the glaive coming from above this time with a speed she had long ago admired.

However, it was long ago. She had faced giants of iron and various dragons in her long travels since she first had left Burmecia and she had become far stronger than she had even thought possible five years ago.  

She sidestepped the glaive easily, shifting the grip on her spear backwards as she thrust it at him without losing any momentum in her movement.

He rolled sideways to avoid her spear, lashing out in a wide sweep as he rose to his feet and she leapt far into the air to avoid it, only to come crashing down moments later, aiming for where he was now standing.

However, he quickly leapt backwards, creating distance even as her spear cracked the stone where she landed.

Before he could react, she took the initiative, dashing forward with her spear first and stabbing at his chest.

His reflexes were as fast as always, faster even, as he bashed the spear out of the way with the shaft of the glaive, gripping it in two hands as he transitioned into a sweeping counter attack.

She met the blow with the shaft of her own spear and they stood locked in a struggle of strength for a moment, their eyes locking as the rain continued to splash all around. His focus was clear from his expression; but his eyes burned with passion. It made her feel joyous, as they stood locked together.

At the same time, she felt his strength coursing through the glaive. The same strength that so easily wielded the glaive was present in every movement he made. However, it was far from enough.

Pushing back against the glaive, she forced him backwards and immediately spun right, slamming her spear towards his left side.

He reacted quickly, shifting his glaive to meet her blow, but his feet could not quite brace him against the strength of the blow as the force pushed him sideways, his feet scrambling for grip against the ground.

She followed him as he scrambled across the ground, charging at him with her spear beneath her shoulder, lowered and ready to thrust it forward.

He jumped backwards in reflex, but she continued her dash until she was underneath him, swinging the shaft of her spear upwards and knocking him to the ground.

He rolled sideways across the ground, trying to create enough distance to regain his footing, but she did not let him out of reach. As soon as he came to a stop and tried to get up, she placed a firm foot on his chest, pointing her spear at his face as she looked down on him.

He was smiling though and she returned the smile as she swung the spear out of the way, reaching down with her right hand. He reached up to grab her hand, his hair flowing freely around his shoulders and dripping with water, his hat rolling across the stones.

Helping him to his feet, she then went and grabbed his hat, placing it back on his head with a deep smile, which he returned. It was in moments like this that the time they had spent apart and his loss of memory did not matter. Because in that smile she saw the Fratley, she loved so dearly.

“I still had no chance,” Fratley said as he bowed his head gently in defeat.

“Which is exactly what I told myself so many times, those years ago,” answered Freya gently, “and you are even stronger than you were back then.”

He nodded, shouldering his glaive and they both took their places again, though this time their sparring match was focused on teaching the next generation of burmecian soldiers gathered around them.

The rain had turned into just a light drizzle as Freya and Fratley left the courtyard, the soldiers behind them still training with each other or against dummies. A few rays of sun were even starting to shine through the cloud cover.

Together they walked through the streets of Burmecia, their path taking them upwards towards the hill upon which the castle lay, not that there was much castle about it at the moment, two airships docked at either side of the once grand building.

They reached a small house not far from the gate leading all the way to the castle, entering it. Relieving themselves of their rain soaked coats, Freya headed up to the second floor of the house and out on to the balcony, overlooking Burmecia.

It had been two years since she had returned following her journeys with Zidane and the others, an impressive journey that had spanned the breath of the world and even gone beyond it. Looking back it seemed almost surreal, but she could feel the strength she had gained from the journey causing through her body.

Still, there had been no rest for her following the end of their journey. Her home had lain in ruins, the surviving Burmecians scattered to all corners of the mist continent.

Yet, as she looked out over the city, the sound of activity easily reached her. The market nearby was open, farmers peddling their wares in loud voices, the laughter of children coming from a courtyard a few houses over and the sounds of stone carving were ever present as the rebuilding of the city continued.

It was not the hustle and bustle of Lindblum, but it was a city in repair.

However, it had been a long road there. Returning to Burmecia two years ago, she had been happy to find more survivors than she had initially expected, residents of the small farming villages around the basin who had hidden in the mountains and a group of survivors from Cleyra who had found themselves a way down the tree with Fratley’s help, Fratley staying to protect them and others.

Other Burmecians had reached Lindblum and they too had returned along with aid from Regent Cid. Workers from Lindblum, fresh of repairing their own city had flocked to Burmecia to help their neighbors and had been warmly welcomed.

Aid from Alexandria has been more coldly received, the memories still fresh in many survivors mind, but a visit from Queen Garnet herself as well as Freya’s own reassurances had helped warm the general perception.

The greatest loss had been that of their king, presumed dead at Cleyra even if they never found the body. The crown technically fell to the young prince Puck, but he remained absent. In this absence of royalty, a city council had formed to oversee the rebuilding of their city.

One of the first actions had been to convert the ruins of the great castle into an air ship dock to allow easy aid from Lindblum. Plans were also in place to make the air ship docks more permanent, the idea being to allow Burmecia to catch up in the booming airship industry. It was not much yet, but it was a look towards a new future.

As she stood there in her own thoughts, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her and a gentle hand reached her shoulder as Fratley stepped out on to the balcony as well.

“You were holding back again,” he said as he looked out over the city, “I know you can move faster than you did.”

“I am sorry, by no one benefits if I just end the sparring match in a single blow,” said Freya her head bowed slightly in apology, as she did not mean to make light of his skill by holding back.

“No need to apologize, you are correct that no one would benefit from that,” said Fratley in agreement, not a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Though it seems almost unreal. So many have told me that I am even stronger than when I left. People I do not remember ever meeting, yet all are in awe of my power.”

He looked at her with a discerning gaze, “yet your strength is on an entirely different level. And from what you told me I left to get stronger, yet now I am trying to catch up to you.”

“I could only wish I had had the strength I have now when we met again, so much might have been different,” said Freya, sadness flowing through her as she looked out across Burmecia, remembering the devastation. “You were far stronger than me by then…and yet…”

“Yet you went on to become greater than that,” he said reassuringly, before slowly continuing, “and yet it also frustrates me…”

Freya looked at him surprised and she could see his head bowed slightly, his long hair drooping forward and hiding his expression as he looked down at his right hand, slowly opening and closing it.

“Frustrates?” asked Freya with some concern.

“When I returned two years ago, all I remembered was the fact that I was a Dragon Knight and some part of me drove me to come to Burmecia’s aid. I leapt into battle without even really knowing why, my body remembering training I no longer even know where I got,” he said slowly, though his voice, breaking a bit.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with regret. “You have since tried telling me of who I was, but that only means I know, not that I remember, and that frustrates me. I know I have a connection to this place, I should feel horrified and sad about the things that happened here and happy at the progress that has been made. I should be happy at the results of my training and frustrated it was not enough…but I do not feel the connection. And my training is all I can say I truly remember…”

Freya took his right hand with both of her own, holding it gently as she looked him in the eyes. It pained her to see him like that, but she understood as well. “As I have promised you, I will do anything in my power to help you regain your memory. We will figure out what happened to you, my love.”

“I know we will. As long as you are beside me, I believe this can work,” said Fratley with a smile.

They turned away from the balcony and headed inside; together walking over to a large desk.

A map of the mist continent lay spread out across the desk, markers placed across it, most prominently Lindblum and Alexandria. A few flashes of memory had returned to Fratley over the years and the marked areas were all the places he knew he had been.

However, as she looked at the map it was not much to go by. He had visited Lindblum and Alexandria. That much he knew, but that was also hardly surprising. Puck was the one who had found Fratley, but Puck himself remained missing.  

As Freya watched, Fratley leaned over the desk, his tail hanging limply as he traced one finger across the map, from Burmecia to Lindblum and onwards to Alexandria. “I feel so close…like there is a path I walked in my mind, but it was all in fog.”

Freya walked up next to him placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “we will find the path, even if it takes time,” she said, trying to sound confident, but she herself not entirely certain.  

Though Fratley had certainly made progress over the past two years, it had not been much. Whatever had happened to him had affected him deeply and just her presence or they being in Burmecia had not been enough, as she had silently hoped at times.

It was not physical either, at least not anymore. The cause might have been physical trauma, but if so, it had not healed with the wounds. Only Puck was the one who could potentially tell them that as Fratley himself only remembered as far back as being in the company of Puck, not remembering how he got there.

His movement shook her from her thoughts, her hand sliding of his shoulder as he turned to her. “There you go looking all melancholic again,” he said gently as he drew her in close, “you have no reason to be sad anymore, I am still here.”

She closed her eyes as she just enjoyed standing there for a moment, knowing that he was right. Compared to the long years searching, the long years of not knowing, this was bliss. And as for Fratley’s memories, all they could do was try, try to find that spark that would help him remember again, that was after all what they had planned this journey for.

For a moment, they simply stood there, before Fratley let go and stepped back. “Are you ready to go?” he asked gently.

“I thought I would be the one asking that,” said Freya with a smile, before quickly turning towards a drawer standing near the room’s bed. “But, not quite, I have two things I need to grab.”

“Okay, I will grab our traveling supplies and meet you downstairs,” said Fratley and Freya could hear him descending the stairs as she walked to the drawer.

Her hands went to a small casket at the top. Opening it, she found a single coral earring. Picking it up, she admired it for a moment. Though pretty, it was nothing a half decent synthesis shop could not make with the right materials, but this one held special importance as a trophy. They would be arriving in Lindblum just in time for the festival and she was expecting to see him there again.  

She then turned to the stairs, stopping briefly to roll up the map on the desk and place it in a waterproof holder, before descending to the main hall. There she found Fratley packing up the last few things in backpack and she walked over to him. “You forgot this,” she said briefly as she handed him the map.

“Right, that I did,” he said as he briefly looked at it before placing it in the backpack.

Meanwhile Freya walked towards the fireplace, her eyes focused on a long spear hanging above it. It had a tip of dark blue continuing all the way down the shaft of the spear.

Only the wrapping around the shaft broke the line of blue and a crown of jagged orange metal rose from just beneath the tip, unfurling almost like wings just above the shaft.

Freya reached up and grabbed the spear from its mantle above the fireplace. It was light in her hand, but even just by touching it, she could feel the power radiating beneath the surface. Dragons Hair was its name, supposedly forged from a part of the Dragon King himself. Freya knew not if this was true or not, but this weapon was no doubt the greatest of the weapons she had ever wielded and for this journey she would wield it once again.

“Now I am ready,” she said as she turned to Fratley, who stood watching her with the two closed backpacks beside him.

Fratley picked up his own backpack as Freya put on her large red coat once again and then he handed her backpack to her.

Fratley held the door for her and she simply smiled as they stepped out on to the streets.

The rain was back in full force as they made their way down towards the main gates, many a person stopping to greet them as they passed.

Reaching the gate, Freya stopped on the threshold, looking back up at Burmecia. In her mind, she remembered how she had said goodbye to Fratley here years back and then later she herself had left the city, only to return to find it in ruins.

Now she left it with hope, hope for the future of the city and hope for Fratley. “Shall we?” she asked with a joyous smile as she turned to Fratley, who nodded confidently and the two of them set out across the rain soaked plains towards Gizamaluke’s grotto and Lindblum beyond.
Final Fantasy IX: Rain of Remembrance: Chapter 1
Hello everyone

A new project,, this beeing a Final Fantasy IX fan fiction I have long wanted to do. Details of my thoughts going into it can be found here:…

However to lay out the ground work for this. As indicated by this first chapter it takes place 2 years after the events of the game and focuses on Freya Crescent and Fratley as they search for the cause of Fratley's missing memory in the hopes of finding a way to restore it. This is a journey that will take them across most the mist continent and bring us into continent with plenty of people from the original cast.

Of importance to note and something only hinted at in this chapter, is that I write the main cast of characters as if they were max level with their best weapon at the end of the game itself. In short, they are all very, very powerful within context of this story, as will be important at times, mostly for Freya.

Final Fantasy IX and everything connected is the property of SQUARE ENIX. 

Anyway I hope you enjoy this story.
Yesterdays Doubts, Tomorrows Dreams.

Ravina and the others got the Valley in sight as the sun started to set in the distance. It had been a very long day and as they descended towards the plateau Ravina could feel a certain degree of fatigue set in and her wings were starting to ache.

Nonetheless, she was smiling as Spyro and Cynder stood by to welcome them back and as Gravi and Kyowin landed, Rea and Acuan rushed towards them.

“Welcome back,” said Spyro with a smile as Ravina landed, though she noticed him eyeing the Observer, “I trust there were no problems?”

“None, Demetrius proved quite passive, though also too much on guard to really make a move on him,” told Ravina.

“A pity,” snarled Cynder quickly, but it soon vanished in a smile, “but it is as it is. Why did he summon you?”

“He had information regarding Malefor’s last words. Nothing conclusive, but enough to give us a new lead to go on,” told Ravina.

“You can tell us all over the dinner, you must be starving,” said Spyro as he turned towards the cave.

“Yeah, quite so,” agreed Ravina.

“As for you,” said Spyro firmly as his attention turned to the Observer, who leapt of off Ravina’s back as he spoke.

“Don’t mind me, I can wait. Have your dinner and then we can talk,” said the Observer with a cold smile as moved to the cliff face and leaning against it, sat down.

Meanwhile Gravi had weathered the initial onslaught by Acuan and Rea. He was now looking around a bit confused. “Have Vynin and Sceranu left?” he asked.

“They have, just before Kyowin headed out to meet you,” said Acuan. “Wanted to get the two young ones back to cave in good time.”

“I see,” said Gravi slightly disappointed.

“Larshyr also left early, needed to get back to Warfang, Ghronur following him on the way,” added Rea also seeming a bit sad by it, though she soon cheered up as she walked up alongside Gravi. “But now, tell me what happened.”

Gravi smiled and told them about their encounter even as they all headed inside.

They ate a warm meal, enjoying each other’s company and any thoughts of Demetrius or Malefor were pushed aside for a time as they ate.

Afterwards Spyro withdrew to his own chamber, Ravina soon following.

Spyro was looking at an unfinished crystal mural embedded in the wall, small shards of crystal laying in bowls organized by color around it. He had started work on it long ago and his powers as they were work had slowed to a crawl.

“Spyro, I need to talk to you,” said Ravina slowly as she approached him, looking behind her to make sure Cynder was not nearby.

Spyro turned towards her, smiling gently, though his words did not quite match the smile. “Is it regarding Demetrius?”

“Yes,” answered Ravina slowly, but before she could continue Spyro asked another question.

“And it is something Cynder should not know?” he asked, still smiling, but there was an edge of seriousness to his voice.

“Yes,” answered Ravina again, not quite sure where Spyro was going with all this, the contrasting tone of his smile and voice putting her off.

Spyro simply smiled again and turned back to the mural. “Then I don’t want to hear it,” he stated simply.

Ravina was surprised by the matter of fact way Spyro had said it and unsure how to understand his refusal to hear it, resulting in a simple question from her. “Why?”

Spyro looked back at her, his smile from before now a slightly embarrassed grin. “Because I would not be able to keep it a secret to Cynder.”

This statement dumbfounded Ravina. “What exactly do you mean?” she asked quickly.

“Pretty much what I said. If I try to keep something secret that has an important connection to Cynder, there is a good chance she will notice me hiding something eventually. It is really as simple as that,” explained Spyro, “so if you tell me anything regarding Demetrius, chances are that Cynder will know soon enough.”

“I see, I did not realize,” said Ravina as she bowed her head in apology.

“It is fine, mother,” said Spyro smiling deeply now as he fully turned towards her, “I honestly prefer not thinking about Demetrius in the first place. He has long since proven that trying to track him down would be nigh impossible, so worrying about him feels pointless at the moment.”

“Well I will try to keep him out of your horns then,” answered Ravina with a smile.
“That would be nice,” answered Spyro with a smile.

His smile soon vanished as he looked past Ravina and Ravina looked behind herself to see the Observer enter the room, his head bowed, the hood hiding his face in shadow and leaning on his staff.

“So you return,” said Spyro as he watched the Observer closely.

“Well you did ask me to report any findings to you,” said the Observer with a cold smile.

“I asked you to report the findings, not necessarily to me,” snarled Spyro in annoyance. “You are not welcome here.”

“I see, oh well,” said the Observer, “but as I am here I might as well tell you what I found and deliver a message from Hazeri.”

Spyro’s expression lit up a bit as he heard that name. “What is it?” he asked.

“He hopes you are all well and reassures you that things are fine across the sea. He is settling into his new role as chronicler quite well, though it has been a bit of a tough going due to his young age as not everyone is taking him seriously, though there are those who back him up and help him stay focused,” told the Observer in a formal tone. He then grinned a bit and changed into the colder tone Spyro more often remembered from him, “and I might have helped the young guy a bit as well.”

“Good,” said Spyro simply.

“Anyway, he is keeping his eyes open for anything unusual, just as I am,” said the Observer.

“And?” asked Spyro.

“I have found nothing. No signs of unusual seismic activity or other strange phenomenon anywhere. Whatever Malefor has set into motion it is well hidden or beyond my sight,” said the Observer, “like something from beyond our world, as Demetrius suggested to Ravina and Gravi.”

“I see,” said Spyro as he turned back to the mural. “Thank you,” he added half-heartedly.

“Don’t thank me, we both know you don’t really mean it,” snarled the Observer, but his voice softened a bit as he continued, “and you have every reason not to mean it.”

He then turned around, starting to leave. “I will return if I find anything, until then I will be watching over you, your family and friends…and your enemies.”

“But that won’t exactly bring him back, now will it,” snarled Spyro simply, but there was no answer as the Observer was already gone.

Ravina had watched the entire conversation feeling a bit torn. She considered the Observer a good friend or had at least, but she saw where Spyro’s dislike was coming from. She too had felt the loss, knowing that the Observer had had no small part in it.

However, she did not hate him. She knew he had not intended what had happened, that it had been beyond his control even if he made it possible…and in the end, he had helped them find victory as well.

However, as she looked at Spyro again, it all seemed a bit hollow as he stood with his head bowed before the mural, the half-completed image of a young red dragon right in front of him.

She was about to approach him when she noticed movement to her right and turning hear head she saw Cynder walk into the room, nodding briefly to Ravina who took the hint and withdrew from the room.

Cynder approached Spyro even as Ravina vanished out of the room, walking up next to him.
She could see that he was crying ever so gently and she too felt a sting of sorrow as she looked at the half-finished mural.

Finally though she spoke. “Spyro,” she said gently.

Spyro looked up, seeming surprised and smiled gently even as he blinked a few times to wipe away the tears. “Cynder…how long…” he started.

“I just got here silly, see how you were doing,” answered Cynder with gentle smile as she placed one wing across his back.

“I am fine,” answered Spyro quickly, “these last two days have just brought things to mind that were troubling…” he looked at the mural again, “and…” he started, but did not finish.

“Not to say it has not been nice,” he added after a moment, “it has been amazing to see everyone again, but…”

“But it brings back memories, good and bad,” finished Cynder his sentence in agreement, as she too watched the mural.

Spyro nodded as he turned away, Cynder following him as he turned to face her.
“How much did you hear?” he asked quickly.

“A bit of the Observer’s conversation. Something about that we may have to look beyond our world for Malefor’s threat?” asked Cynder.

“Yeah,” said Spyro with a slight sigh.

“Any idea what it could mean?” asked Cynder.

“Nope, but whatever it is it is bad news for us,” said Spyro sounding mildly annoyed, “and I am not ready.”

“It is not yet Spyro,” said Cynder reassuringly.

“But we don’t know when,” answered Spyro exasperated. “And my powers…even with the progress I have made I don’t think I have ever been as weak as now…if I could just gain some control of the crystals again I could repair the tower…that would help us.”

Cynder walked up to Spyro catching his eyes with her own gaze and keeping him focused on her. “We will be ready, we always have been. We will not let Malefor take anyone else from us!” she said firmly.

Spyro took a deep breath and relaxed a bit as he smiled. Before he could really react, Cynder drew in closer, gently licking him across the face before drawing him into a passionate embrace.

“It has been an amazing two days and they are not done yet,” said Cynder in a gentle tone, “come, we still have guests…my purple dragon.”

She let go of him and he immediately leaned in and gently kissed her cheek, “of course, my black dragoness.”

They headed out towards the plateau, everything being unusually quiet.

There they saw Ravina laying near the edge, the Observer sitting next to her. As they approached, the Observer got up, bowed towards them and then leapt of the plateau. By the time Spyro and Cynder reached the edge and looked down there was no sign of him.

“What did he want?” asked Spyro as he lay down at the edge.

“Just wanted to talk, ask what I had been up to, discuss what was happening in general,” said Ravina.

“I thought he already knew that,” said Cynder as she too lay down next to Spyro.

“In a sense, yes,” said Ravina, “but even he enjoys a bit of discussion on how he think’s things will go.”

“And what does he think will happen?” asked Spyro with a bit of concern.

“Well he thinks that a strong winter might be coming so plenty of stock will need to be set aside,” said Ravina with a small smile and seeing Spyro’s confused expression added, “not everything is about the end of the world for him.”

“Well he has not exactly made that clear in the past,” said Spyro with a sigh, “but I guess if he really had any information of importance he would tell us.”

“I would certainly hope so,” added Cynder.

None of them said more at first, simply watching the horizon where the sun was still illuminating the tip of the other side of the valley, even as the plateau they were on lay in shadow. Far below them in the valley they spotted Rea, Gravi, Kyowin and Acuan playing around near the river running through the valley.

“I am glad they find time to play like that,” said Ravina gently as she watched them.

“Us as well,” answered Cynder with a smile.

Spyro also smiled and then looked at his mother. “What are your plans now, mother?” he asked gently.

“For now I will relax, here if I may stay for a bit,” said Ravina with a smile.

“Of course you may,” answered Cynder immediately and Spyro.

Ravina smiled and bowed her head in thanks, before speaking again, her expression more serious, “but after that I think I will have to keep an eye on Demetrius, make sure he does not try anything.”

“Of course,” said Cynder simply as she looked off into the distance, her teeth barred for just a second.

“Do be careful,” said Spyro more worried.

“Don’t worry about me, I know how deal with him,” said Ravina confidently.

Spyro nodded and focused his gaze towards the horizon again. Cynder drew closer as they lay there, draping a wing across Spyro’s back as she leaned her head against his.

Ravina watched them out of the corner of her eyes, smiling, before deciding to give them some peace. Getting to her feet, she smiled towards them and headed towards the cave.
LoS: Heirs of Shadow: Final Ch

Final chapter for now. Despite everything that has happened and has yet to happen for now there is peace and hope. It may not last, but for now there is peace.

Demetrius (C) :iconreichenator:

Legend of Spyro and anything related (C) Activision.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and see ya next time
A Tale of Dark Siblings

It was not long before Ravina left the ruins of the observatory, the sun still high in the sky as she spread her wings, heading back towards the valley of Avalar.

She had not gotten far before she noticed movement below her and turning her head, she saw Gravi heading up towards her from a small meadow, soon catching up.

“Gravi, I thought you headed back to the valley,” said Ravina surprised as he flew up alongside her.

“I considered it, but there was something on my mind that bothered me,” said Gravi.
“What is it?” asked Ravina with curiosity, unsure what Gravi was thinking of.

“What was it you needed to talk to Demetrius about?” he asked firmly as he watched her.

“Just needed to be sure he was actually staying at the Observatory so that I know where to find him,” told Ravina quickly.

Gravi looked at her unconvinced and let out a skeptical, “right.”

Ravina chuckled a bit at his reaction. “As sharp as your father, I see.”

Ravina pondered for a moment whether to tell Gravi, but quickly brushed any doubts aside. She did not have to keep it a secret, especially not when he was asking, though perhaps…

Ravina’s expression hardened, her voice firm as she spoke, “promise me you won’t tell Cynder what I am about to tell you…let me tell her if anyone should do so.”
Gravi nodded firmly.

Ravina sighed a bit and then started, “I…I am trying to convince Demetrius to turn away from any plans of conquest, turn away from the darkness and just live the rest of his life peacefully…”

Gravi seemed about to exclaim something, his mouth open when he suddenly caught himself in it, shutting his mouth and looking thoughtful for a moment. Then he slowly spoke just two words.“Like yourself?”

Ravina smiled, happy that he understood where she was coming from. “And like Cynder,” she added, “though Demetrius and I were a slightly different case.”

“You actually think it can be done?” asked Gravi skeptically.

“I have experienced it happen,” said Ravina in a hopeful tone.

“But, everything he has done…” started Gravi.

“I have done as well,” interrupted Ravina him and then sighed.

“By all rights I should not be able to get anywhere close to Warfang without everyone trying to kill me. I should be a fugitive on the run, not just an exile,” said Ravina slowly, “I should be treated no different than Demetrius, but two things have set us apart in that area.”

“My actions are buried under the atrocities Malefor committed, unlike Demetrius whose newer actions stand fresh in memory,” explained Ravina and then smiled deeply, “and my child is vouching for me, a child who has a lot to say in the world even if he just wants peace.”

“And Demetrius actions are far more well-known because a lot of it came after Malefor…and I am not exactly about to vouch for him,” said Gravi in understanding.

Gravi then looked at Ravina in confusion, “but, why are you trying to help him? With all he has done, to Spyro, to those near him…near to you…why would you want to aid him?”

“Because, for all he has done, I also remember when I called him brother…when he was my anchor in the world,” explained Ravina.

“Can you tell me?” asked Gravi.

Ravina looked at him surprised. “You want to know about me and Demetrius time under Malefor?”

“Well, yes,” started Gravi, “I wish to understand what it is you see in him…see in my father…that makes you hope to change him.”

Ravina nodded. “Then I will tell you, though do note it is not a nice story. While I may have some fond memories of Demetrius from that time, we were doing horrible things…I was not a nice person back then…”

“I think I can handle it,” answered Gravi with a confident smile.

Ravina smiled a bit as well, but it quickly vanished as she started delving into her memories. “Then get ready, because this is a long story.”

“I will start at the experiments,” started Ravina in a somber tone. “Malefor captured us, us being young dragons, barely adults, some of us younger than that. How many of us that were I do not remember and it did not really matter, because most of us did not live long.”

“Malefor put us through grueling tests and challenges, physical and mental. Anyone who fell behind, failed or died went to the experiments,” told Ravina.

“And what were the experiments?” asked Gravi though he was not sure he would like the answer.

Ravina looked at him and spoke in quiet voice. “Your powers, my powers, Acuan’s powers, Kyowin’s powers. The dark elements. Malefor grafted them into the body of unwilling or dead subjects and everyone one of us not on the table had to look on and dispose of the bodies afterwards.”

“I will spare you the details, but let us just say that the bodies were rarely recognizable of those where these new elements were not yet perfected…they were not stable…”said Ravina with a lowered head, “and we were supposed to clean up after that mess, knowing that the next person could be us. For some this was nearly impossible; they rarely lasted long…for others, like myself, we grew desensitized to it…and Demetrius…even then he stuck out as he watched, memorized and analyzed everything Malefor did.”

“Demetrius and I were among the last on the table and by that time the process was stable. However, by then we were just eight dragons left, eight dragons who now had to understand an entirely new element even as what they once had was forgotten.”

“What element did you have before?” asked Gravi with a look curiosity.

“I do not remember, everything from before the experiments is gone…” told Ravina.  

“How so?” asked Gravi.

“The experiments is when I gained the fear element, when the darkness became a part of me. Past that I was well and truly Ravina and anything before that slowly faded, a relic I felt I needed not dwell upon any longer…” said Ravina slowly and sighed.

“So, your childhood, your parents…?” asked Gravi slowly.

“Hazy images at best, places I might have been or seen…nothing that has ever made sense to me,” said Ravina with a sigh, “but to continue.”

“We were given time to come to understand our element with the only thing expected of us being that we trained. And so we did, for days, weeks and eventually months…though it was hard to tell the time as we sometimes were forced to stay underground for days at a time. Always Malefor’s minions were watching, insuring we did not escape…” told Ravina.

“However, escape was far from any of our minds as we soon discovered our new powers to be quite…intoxicating. I know now that it was the lure of the darkness, but at the time we happily threw ourselves into understanding and learning what we had been given. Gifts; that was really how we came to view our powers in spite of how many had died before us…” continued Ravina with a slight sigh as her head lowered.

“As time went on alliances and friendships started to spring up between those of us left. Most of us still realized that we might have to fight each other for Malefor’s favor, but most had concluded that he would need more than one servant…” Ravina’s voice was barely a whisper at this point, “serving him; that was really the conclusion we had reached, our past well and truly gone at this point.”

“It was then that Demetrius approached me, offering an alliance. I was surprised at the time. We knew not what he was, his heritage, but he was still different, like with the experiments…but so was I. I tried to blend in, make nice with the others, but increasingly I realized I did not care for them, that they were nothing more than pawns, their talk of power increasingly boring me…and Demetrius saw right through all that.”

“He told me about his heritage and my initial reaction was to use it, seeing it as an advantage to myself...but as time went on, as we spared I realized he had made the same conclusion about himself and that he had realized he still needed a partner. As he himself said it, I was just the most interesting dragon among those left.”

Ravina smiled just a bit as she looked at Gravi again. “I cant deny that I was flattered at the time, even if I think right then it was just words. However it was clear that it became more than words as time went on…”

“Eventually Malefor appeared before us. He did not need all of us, or rather, he would not be able to effectively keep an eye on all of us, as I realize his motivation no doubt was. It was up to us to figure out who would remain in his service…”

Three dragons attacked Malefor, no doubt hoping to show their strength and thereby prove their usefulness. Malefor struck them down in moments for their idiocy.”

“It was then that Demetrius and I struck at the three remaining dragons. The first fell quickly, surprised by our attack and unable to defend against us both, but the two others were harder to bring down. And Malefor watched the fight with a smile of amusement, a smile I remember clearly.”

“We managed to bring down one dragon, Demetrius slipping away from his own opponent and slitting the neck of the one I was fighting. This left me open to the last dragon though and I took a nasty wound to my side.”

“I pulled back, watching as the last dragon and Demetrius eyed each other. Both smiled as they watched me and at the moment I thought that Demetrius had thrown me away, given me up for an easy victory…but as soon as the other dragon turned its attention towards me again, Demetrius struck, injuring it and I found the strength to finish it off with a blast of fear.”

“We then both looked to Malefor who was smiling, a proud smile which I at the time did not realize was meant for himself not for us. He was proud of the tools he had created, not of what we had done.”

Ravina took a deep breath as she slowly continued. “Even so he did one thing I remember clearly, he asked us our names…and I did not remember mine…”

“You did not remember your name?” asked Gravi in surprise, “so Ravina is…”

“My name, but not one given by my parents. Ravina was the fake name I had taken when I first met the dragon who would become my beloved mate…and it is the name we used ever since.”

“I see…” said Gravi slowly, “and after you were chosen by Malefor, Demetrius and you continued to work together?”

“Yes, but it was a bit more than that. He had saved my life, I recognized that and even though we have long since gotten even I am still unsure of why he did it. At the time, it was a proof to me that he really had seen something in me…and perhaps he really had.”

“Whatever the case we were taught directly by Malefor now, not just combat but also the skills we needed to fulfill the tasks he intended for us. I were to bring the fight to the resistance standing against him, infiltrating their ranks and destroying them while Demetrius managed his bases and his research when he was away.”

“More often than not I would report back to Demetrius, not Malefor and he would always welcome me back with a smile and we would share stories about what had happened since last we saw…who we had killed, who we had tricked, what we had learned. I would help with his experiments when needed and he would help me practice my cover stories, spotting flaws and gaps that others might pick up on.”

Ravina sighed deeply, but also smiled as if remembering something pleasant.

“We saw each other as equals, then as friends and finally something more. It was never love like what I felt for Electoru, but it is why I once called Demetrius my brother without even blinking…two dark spirits who only knew the twisted world that Malefor wanted to create.”

“Electoru showed me a different world and managed to make me question everything I had known, now…now I hope to help Demetrius in the same way,” finished Ravina.

Gravi was silent for a moment, pondering what Ravina had told him. Then he looked at her, smiling a bit, “do you need any help?” he asked gently.

“What?” exclaimed Ravina taken aback by the question.

“I can’t say I like Demetrius, but he is my father...and if he could be dealt with by talking, if I could aid you in that…” said Gravi slowly, “well, I was just thinking I might make it easier…he does seem interested in me, right?”

“He does,” acknowledged Ravina, but her expression turned grave as she continued, “but I would not want to expose you to undue danger. Demetrius is above all else a dangerous person and my view of him is no doubt tainted by the history we share.”

“I know, but I can handle it,” said Gravi confidently.

Ravina was about to object again when they heard a yell from above.

“Hey down there, what are you doing in a place like this?” sounded Kyowin’s voice as she came flying down towards them, a robed cheetah on her back, his crystal tipped staff instantly revealing to Ravina who it was as they landed.

“We will discuss it later,” whispered Gravi quickly as he turned to Kyowin with a smile even as the Observer got off her back.

“I take it you led her to us?” asked Ravina with a smile as she walked towards the Observer.

“She was getting worried about her friend, so it was the least I could do,” answered the Observer with a small smile, his eyes hidden beneath the hood.

“So, have you found anything?” asked Ravina and the Observer frowned.

Meanwhile Kyowin was floating around Gravi.

“So, did you find Demetrius? How did it go? What slowed you down?” she asked quickly and then as her eyes ran over him, she asked more gently “you are not hurt, are you?”

Gravi smiled reassuringly, “slow down a bit,” he said as she finally came to rest in front of him, her long slender body finally completely touching down on the ground. “I am fine.”

“Yeah, I see that now, but what happened?” asked Kyowin.

Gravi was about to speak when Ravina stepped up next to him, “we can tell you all once we are on the way again. Gravi and I just needed a short rest after the meeting with Demetrius and now we would like to be on the way again,” she said gently.

“Yeah,” nodded Gravi.

Kyowin looked a bit disappointed, but moments later she was in the air again, smiling down upon them and motioning for them to come.

Ravina felt something leap on to her back and looked back to see the Observer. “I got business with Spyro and Cynder, I hope you don’t mind if I tag along?”

“Just like old times,” answered Ravina simply with a small smile as she spread her wings, Gravi leaping into the air next to her.

Together they joined up with Kyowin and set the course home.
LoS: Heirs of Shadow: Ch 5
Next Ch:…


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Looking Beyond

The sun was just passing its zenith when the three dragons got the observatory in their sights on the horizon. It lay upon a plateau in the landscape, though as they approached it Gravi could see that half the plateau seemed to have collapsed, laying as a pile of stone and dirt on the western side of the plateau.

Gravi could see what seemed to be a few pillars and walls sticking out at the edge of the rubble. As they got closer, he could see that it was weathered and clearly quite old, but it was unmistakably ruins.

“The ruins…there was a city here?” asked Gravi slowly as he looked towards Cyril, well aware what likely had happened.

“Yes, there was,” said Cyril in a solemn tone, his eyes falling upon the rubble far below.
“Malefor?” asked Gravi.

“Malefor,” confirmed Ravina in a grim voice.

Gravi simply nodded in response as he looked down upon the ruins. It was one things to have read and been told about Malefor’s reign of terror and quite another to have experienced Malefor’s power first hand. Put things like this into perspective for him.

They slowly descended towards the Observatory, little more than a pile of rubble. A vaguely dome shaped ceiling still stood enough to be recognizable, but several holes revealed where it had collapsed.

They were on guard as they landed, almost immediately spotting a path a cleared path through the rubble towards the main building.

They followed, no sign of movement around them at first, though suddenly a loud shrieking sound of metal grinding stone sounded just to right of the observatory entrance.

Ravina moved in front of Gravi and Cyril watched their back, but even as they watched a large iron statue stood up from the rubble, a dim red glow emanating from the crystal in its ribcage like chest. It stretched its massive arms and turned towards them, speaking in a voice like metal grinding against metal. “Guess I overslept,” said the iron statue as it watched them.

“Infernio,” said Ravina simply.

“Do you even need sleep?” asked Gravi confused as he watched the statue.
“Obviously,” said Infernio in a matter of fact way. He then moved in front of the observatory entrance.

“I thought Demetrius only requested you to come here, Ravina,” said Infernio firmly, “not that I think he will mind seeing his son. But a guardian…”

“Well if he does not like my presence he better just get over it,” said Cyril with a snarl, “we are all trying to figure out what Malefor has done and as much as I hate it I am willing to hear what Demetrius has to say on the subject so that we might work together.”

“Also I do believe that Demetrius would already be gone if he did not desire to see all of us,” said Ravina smugly, “am I wrong.”

The iron statue chuckled, like the banging of a hammer on an anvil in rapid progression, “that is correct, Ravina. Let us go, he is expecting you.”

The headed inside the crumbled building, though as they quickly found it was a lot tidier than the outside would have you believe. Most of the rubble lay pushed against the corners of the rooms with only the largest pieces still blocking their path, but even those had if possible been moved just enough to create a clear path through.

They passed through the first few rooms like that before entering the main room, a vast circular chamber which would have no doubt been impressive in its glory, but which now lay in ruins. A large pillar rose up in the middle of the room, cracked and with several empty sockets set in its side, only one yet containing a circular white gem.

All around the room moved several iron statues, tirelessly shoveling the wreckage away from the main pillar and placing it in piles and among all of them, directing the whole thing, stood a familiar black dragon.

“Demetrius, your guests have arrived,” said Infernio In his usual grinding voice as he walked forward, the rest of them stopping, keeping near to the exit as they carefully watched the iron statues.

However, the iron statues did not even react as Demetrius turned towards them, a smile on his face.

“Welcome, my child,” said Demetrius happily, as he walked towards Gravi, “you have no idea what a pleasure it is to see you again so soon.”

Before Gravi could even react, Ravina stepped in front of him and snarled at Demetrius who took a quick step back and looked a bit hurt as his gaze went to Ravina.

“Can I not even welcome my child as I should as a father?” he asked with an overly dramatic saddened frown.

“Save it, Demetrius!” snarled Gravi as he pushed himself up alongside Ravina, meeting Demetrius gaze without flinching. “I am here for my own reasons and none of those are because I wished to see you again.”

Demetrius seemed hurt for a moment, though he soon broke the frown into a large grin even as he strode over to the pillar.

Infernio was leaning against the pillar and even as they watched Demetrius, he slumped over completely, sitting down with his back against it. Even so the crystal remained turned towards them even as Demetrius turned around.

“I must apologize for the mess, I have yet to finish repairs on this place, but I hope it will suffice for our meeting,” said Demetrius even as his gaze turned to Cyril for the first time since they had arrived, “especially since I have a Guardian visiting me today.” Demetrius then made a slight, bow grinning all the while, making it clear it was nothing but a mockery.

Cyril snarled, but did not say anything. While he would love to bring Demetrius down, the iron statues made him cautious. Neither the situation nor the location was good for a fight for them, too cramped to avoid the iron statues.

“Why have you called me here?” asked Ravina firmly.

“Did Gravi not tell…” started Demetrius in what sounded sorrowful, but Gravi cut in.
“I did, so if we could just get to the point?” he asked firmly.

“I see, all right then,” said Demetrius as he turned to the pillar once again. “I would assume you know what this is, Guardian?”

“The observatory’s most important part, the crystal pillar. The crystal on top caught the star sky above and the crystals on the side projected the image of each area on the wall for easy study,” said Cyril and then snarled in annoyance, “but I don’t see what you are getting at?”

“Patience, I would think you Guardians at least have that,” said Demetrius with a small confident smile as he turned around again. “At the very least appreciate the fact that I repairing it for you, free of charge.”

“You think Malefor’s final words could refer to something coming from outside this world?” asked Ravina.

“I am not leaving out the possibility, especially since we have yet to see the effect of the elemental energy unleashed from the tower,” said Demetrius, his smile slowly vanishing as he became more serious and he started pacing back and forth in front of the pillar.

“While I may not have been there to experience it, I have read up on the Destroyer’s activation and the subsequent battle to try and stop it and my own knowledge of Malefor’s journal, as unspecific as he may have wrote it to avoid giving away information, also identified the Destroyer as his primary plan,” told Demetrius.

“But he had other plans, some of which involved out things from outside our world?” asked Gravi, deducing where Demetrius was going with this.

“Malefor had many plans as to how he could destroy this world and rebuild it,” told Demetrius, “I would guess the Destroyer was chosen for two reasons. It only required activation, not continued focus from his side, leaving him free to prepare for any complications and it was, relatively speaking, fast.”

“He could have ripped the world apart by his own power, but if he was attacked during the process he might have found himself vulnerable or worse yet, unable to rebuild the world,” continued Demetrius, his expression dead serious, “or he could get some outside object to do the destruction for him, but that requires preparation and time.”

“And Malefor was anything but patient,” said Ravina slowly.

“Not entirely true, he was plenty patient, until he felt he knew exactly how everything would go. Once the goal was in sight he always tried to accelerate his plans, deal with everything at once…his pride denied him to just sit by and let everything play out slowly,” said Demetrius with just a hint of a smile now, before he shook his head, “never found a good way to exploit that though.”

Cyril stepped forward a bit, looking at the pillar. “So what you are saying is that we should turn our gaze to the sky for any signs of change?” he asked somewhat skeptically, “I don’t suppose you could give us any more details than that?”

“I would not be rebuilding this place if I could,” said Demetrius, though he soon smiled devilishly, “well, I do have a few ideas, but they need confirmation and…well I always need a bit of leverage.”

Cyril snarled again, taking one-step closer to Demetrius and Gravi noticed Infernio shift a bit, half rising to his feet and the other Iron Statues around them also stopped their work.

Seeing this Cyril stepped back again, walking back beside Ravina.
“Is that all you had to say?” asked Cyril firmly.

“Not entirely,” said Demetrius as he looked up at the pillar, “while I can clear out the rubble here I still need replacements for most of the crystal lenses, primarily the main one at the top. I know Warfang keeps a storehouse of spares for its own, smaller observatory.”

“You just expect us to hand them to you?” asked Cyril in disdain.

“I could pay you if you want. Information on Malefor, information on his experiments, the secret to my Iron Statues?” asked Demetrius firmly, “make your choice, I will pay.”

Gravi, Ravina and Cyril all watched Demetrius with no small amount surprise at this statement.

He only chuckled for a moment as he looked at them before his expression became serious again. “You may all hold different negative thoughts about me and in many ways you are probably right, but I am not my father.” His expression hardened as he met Cyril’s gaze with a piercing stare, determination behind his eyes as he spoke. “This world is my world and I will protect it!”

None of them spoke for a moment, before slowly Cyril took the word. “I will discuss the possibility of trading with you with the Guardians and what price we might ask. I will also instruct people to steer clear of this place, but I hope you don’t mind if I post a few scouts to watch this place from afar?” said Cyril firmly.

“Not at all, though I wish to reserve the right to choosing who will deliver the lenses,” said Demetrius and Gravi watched as his eyes went to him.

Before anyone could utter word, Ravina stepped in front of Gravi. “I shall deliver any packages that may be agreed upon,” she said firmly, “you will keep Gravi out of this!”

“He can speak for himself,” said Demetrius firmly as Gravi stepped up beside Ravina.

“I can,” said Gravi, “but I differ to Ravina’s decision on this. I have no desire to interact with you any more than necessary,” said Gravi.

Demetrius head lowered a bit and he sighed loudly, before focusing on Gravi again, “yet, you sought me out now?”

Gravi stepped up in front of Ravina, meeting his gaze unflinching. “Yes, to tell you to not involve anyone when trying to meet me. I am the one you wish to meet, don’t drag anyone else into that if you really have to.” said Gravi firmly, not breaking eye contact and continued confidently, “and the next time I might just feel tempted to test my might against you.”

“That would be interesting,” answered Demetrius with just a small smile, though he soon turned away from them, heading towards one of the side corridors even as he spoke. “But I understand, even if it pains me. Now, if that was all, I believe you know the way out already.”

Cyril looked after Demetrius. He hated how calm he seemed, how in control of the situation he considered himself. All the atrocities, the death at his claws stood clear in Cyril’s mind and yet he was not in a position to do anything…

He turned around in anger and walked towards the door, Gravi following, though he soon cast a look back to see Ravina still standing there.

Ravina also noticed and smiled. “I still have something I need to discuss with Demetrius.” Her expression hardened, “do not worry about me, I will be all right.”

Cyril stopped hearing this, looking back for a moment. However, it was just for a moment before he snarled and kept walking, Gravi slowly following him.

Ravina watched them leave and then followed Demetrius, Infernio rising to follow her as she headed down the side corridor. She soon reached a small, cleaned chamber containing a simple bed and a few supplies.

Demetrius stood inside, only slowly turning to look at her as she entered. He looked tired, his head hanging low. It was strange to see him like that and it did not change as he slowly spoke.  

“You could easily have destroyed my guards,” he said slowly as he looked at her.

“Would not necessarily mean we would have captured you,” answered Ravina having made the considerations.

“Gravi could have stopped me from escaping,” continued Demetrius, just a hint of a smile on his face, though it soon vanished in a frown and he sighed. “Please don’t stop coming by…”

Ravina looked at him surprised by this statement and Demetrius seemed to realize what he had said as he soon turned away.

For just a moment Ravina was back in the darkness, the presence of Malefor always looming over her and the only place she could turn was to the one person still alive, the one who understood exactly what they had been through.

“Brother,” she said slowly and Demetrius turned to look at her, smiling a bit.

She was surprised herself that she had used that word once again, but no matter what she did she could only see herself reflected in him. He could have walked her path just as easily as she could have gone down his path…

“You can still turn back,” she said slowly and she watched as his eyes widened before he slowly chuckled.

“I can’t turn back, we both know that,” said Demetrius, but without his usual confidence. “And what would I turn back to?”

“I turned back and even though I live as an exile I work to try and help my child and his children, you could do the same,” said Ravina gently walking towards Demetrius.

Demetrius raised his tail threateningly and Ravina stepped back surprised, but Demetrius soon lowered it again. “He doesn’t even want to talk to me,” said Demetrius slowly, “the heir to my power, the only leftover of…of what I once had…”

“Does that matter, I was not certain if my son would accept me when I revealed myself,” said Ravina firmly. “If he is your heir, if you care about him, then you can start by giving him a world to inherit and then go from there…”

“Maybe,” said Demetrius and slowly Ravina watched as his expression brightened again and he repeated with more confidence, “maybe.”

He then raised his head, the confident from before restored as he watched her with a smile. “Now, what did you want because I doubt it was just to pep talk me?”

Ravina smiled a bit. This was the Demetrius she knew, but just a for a moment she felt she might have gotten through to him, that perhaps there was hope for him…
LoS: Heirs of Shadow: Ch 4
Next Ch:…


Not quite the last chapter of this short story, but we are getting there as this chapter outlines the most important parts, setting the stage for what is to come.

Two important actors in that will be Ravina and Demetrius as should be clear here. Can Ravina succeed in turn Demetrius from his dark path or is delisional in even making the attempt? Does Demetrius even deserve the hope she still has for him?

I dont want to spoil it, but let us just say that Demetrius has a major role to play in the coming events and the tiniest of things can add up to something world changing.

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HolyCross9 Featured By Owner 13 hours ago
Hi, buddy! Have you played The Last Guardian yet?
Triforce-Dragon Featured By Owner 5 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Not had the chance. Exams been filling up my focus.
HolyCross9 Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2016
Great news, buddy: The Last Guardian is finally out!
Triforce-Dragon Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I know, will probably get it for christmas :)
HolyCross9 Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2016
Do you have PS4 Pro?
Triforce-Dragon Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
No, heard that there are alot of problems with it and not enough games coming out that I am interested in that could really take advantage of it.
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HolyCross9 Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2016
Greetings, Jacob.  Do you find the Skull Kids in the Zelda series annoying?  Because that's how I felt about the Skull Kid from Twilight Princess.  He was acting like a big pest during on the way to the Sacred Groove.
Triforce-Dragon Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Never really found him that annoying. The standard for Skull Kids seems to be that they want to play, but their games often beeing very dangerous to the people participating. Whether they know this or not seems unclear at times.
HolyCross9 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2016
By the way, I have good news: I've finally bought Skyward Sword for the Wii and I'm intent on playing it this Friday!
HolyCross9 Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2016
I suppose you're right. They are as unpredictable as the Happy Mask Salesman.
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