The Dark Masters War

by TwiZone


Chapter 1

“Spike? Spike wake up” A voice called out for the sleeping dragon. He slightly moved his head towards where the voice was coming from. Opening one of his eyes to see a cyan blur begin to form into Ember.

“Ember?” Spike's voice sounded like he had something in his throat. But Ember still shook his body to get him up. “Ember what’s going on?”

Ember didn't say a word. Spike looked into her eyes and saw that they were worried. Spike forced himself off the ground and looked at Ember.

“What happened?” Spike was now concerned. He’s never seen Ember like this. “Come Spike And you’ll see”.

Spike stretched his wings and legs as they made a pop sound. He followed Ember into the room where the Friendship table stood.

Until he saw what Ember woke him up in the middle of the night for.

“Cynder?”

Cynder's head slightly moved. Her neck was in pain after taking what looked like a fire blast. Ember was putting cold water cloths on her burns.

Spike looked around and only saw Cynder and Amethyst. Spyro was nowhere to be found. This was odd. Spyro was always with Cynder as far as he knew.

“Spike wake Twilight up, she needs to know what happened”. Ember says as she continues to help Cynder recover. Spike nods before leaving, he looks back at the two dragonesses. “Who could do this?”

After Spike leaves the room with Ember alone to take care of her sister. The cold water stung her wings as Cynder let out a hiss. “Your gonna be okay Cynder,” Ember said as she was trying to keep Cynders mind off the water.

There was a small noise that brought Ember and Cynder's full attention. The young dragon Amethyst finally woke up and stretched her wings. Rubbing her eyes she noticed she was no longer in the cave.

Her eyes darted towards seeing her aunt and her mother. She jumped onto the roundtable where her mother was laying on. Seeing the burns on her body was scary but she looked at her mother's eyes.

“Mom where is dad?” Amethysts eyes were pleading for the information. Cynder looks at Ember as she backs away. “I’ll let you be” Ember walked away and opened a door looking for Spike and the Twilight.

Cynder looked back at her daughter with a heavy heart. How could she tell her that Malefor killed her father?. There sadly is no easy way to sugarcoat it.

“Amethyst...your father is...gone”. Amethyst’s world fell apart. How could her father be dead? Nothing could kill him yet he’s gone.

Amethyst’s eyes filled with tears as she began to cry. Cynders wing covered the dragon as they cried together.

Ember was on the other side of the door but even with through a door. She could feel the pain that was in that room. She looked behind her and saw Spike and Twilight still rubbing her eyes.

“Ember what's going on?” Twilight asks as Ember blocked the door. “Cynder will tell you later just..give her a moment”. Ember says as she rubs her shoulder. Twilight stops asking questions and waits a few minutes.

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After a few minutes of letting Cynder and Amethyst mourn their loss. Cynder looked up and saw everyone walking into the room. They began to ask questions mainly about what happened to Spyro and who attacked them.

They only required simple answers.

Dead and Malefor.

Twilight went to grab the book she asked Spyro to fill with information about his heritage. There were mentions of Malefor but nothing to explain his history. He was like a ghost to her.

Torch woke up to the commotion with the four adults. Ember asked her son to play with Amethyst to try and take her mind off what she was just told about her father.

Once the two younglings left the room Twilight asked another question. “Who is Malefor? There are only mentions of him in this book” Twilight's magic lifted the book in front of Cynders snout.

Her claw lowered the book. “Malefor was a purple dragon-like Spyro, he was destined to bring peace to the dragon realms. But he was corrupted by the darkness he controlled. His Desire for death and war nearly brought all dragon kind to extinction, Spyros own father gave his life to stop Malefor...yet it was not enough”.

Cynder took a breath from talking as the information traveled through Twilights mind.

“He has no emotion towards who he kills. Dragons, Ponies, all matter of creatures will burn under his flame”. Spike walked up towards Cynder.

“But How is Spyro dead? He told me that Malefor told him that they are both immortal”. Cynders face took a sharp turn towards the purple and green dragon.

“And he believed that monster?” Cynder couldn’t believe that Spyro listened to the lie of immortality from Malefor.

Cynders legs tried to move her off the table. Landing gently on the ground she walked up to Spike and Ember.

“Listen to me, Malefor is manipulative and cunning. He will play you like a deck of cards in this ponies game called Poker”.

“He will stop at nothing to kill the ones you love”. Cynders voice was stern with the truth. Ember and Spike look towards the door where they hear Torch and Amethyst laughing.

“How do you know so much about him?” Twilight asks as Cynder lowers her head. “That’s not important, what’s important is that we stop Malefor”.

Ember crossed her arms. “And how do we do that?” Cynders answer was simple yet concerning.

“I do not know”

Ember leaves the room for a few seconds only to return with her bloodstone scepter in hands. The red orb begins to form a picture.

“Flame warn everyone in the dragon lands. Keep an eye out for a large dark purple dragon named Malefor”.

There was no answer.

“Flame? Flame can you hear me?”. Finally, there were sounds of movement within the red orb.

“Hello Ember”

Yellow eyes stared at Ember. The pupils were not moving as they burned within her soul. The voice was deep like her fathers but more dark and evil.

Cynders head jumped up at the voice as a growl was heard from her. “Malefor” she muttered with her teeth held together. “Ah, Cynder it seems you survived the blast. A shame Spyro didn't”. Malefors laugh echoed within the small orb.

“You monster, I WILL KILL YOU”. Cynder yelled as loud as it would've been to shatter every glass in ponyville. Malefors smile only grew. “I can see you miss having the blood of your victims drip from your claws”.

Cynder felt flashes of dragons blood spilling everywhere in her mind. She savored every moment of their suffering. “Never again”.

Malefors smile disappeared. He looked disappointed as his eyes return to Ember. “ I believe your little friend here as something to say”. his large claw picked up Flames suffering body. Cuts and stab wounds filled his body as blood spilled.

“I’m...sorry we...failed..you” Flames voice was getting weaker and weaker with each moment. His left wing was torn from his body only leaving a splinter of bone within the drooling blood. “Poor Flame. He really put up a fight but shameful that he failed to save your home.”

The orb changed from Malefors eyes to a burning wasteland. Embers castle was slowly burning down as with each passing moment. It could collapse at any given time. Embers eyes widened with shock. Malefor attacked Cynder last night and then made quick work of her home.

“Everyone you will ever love will die”. Malefor broke the connection as everything went silent. Everyone had no words. Spike walked up towards Ember as he wrapped a wing around her. Spike felt tears flow down his wing but he didn't care. He held her close. Her home was burning. He destroyed it all.

Ember could still hear the screams of her people through the orb when Malefor spoke.

“This is a matter that the princess’s need to know about”. Twilight said as she grabbed a letter and began to write. Cynder came up to Ember and hugged her as well.

After hearing a little dissolving sound everyone broke from their hug. Twilight just finished the letter to the princesses. Within 5 seconds flat a letter was sent back. Twilight's eyes scanned the page. “What is it?” Spike questions as she floated the page onto the table.

“We are going to Canterlot”

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The smoke filled the air. Embers castle fell with a swift gush of wind. The red crystal that contacted Embers blood scepter was smashed into millions of pieces like glass. The smile on Malefor’s face was greeted with a red dragon that had a tan belly showed up.

“Master, we have done what you asked. All dragons that lived in this land are dead, ones that were spared will join our army”.

Malefor looked down at the dragon. His massive size was terrifying already. His breath was filled with the smell of a dead corpse. The body of the young Flame laid waste as he struggled to claw his way out of here.

Malefor only watched as the suffering dragon made a small hope of escape. His large claw impaled the back of the dragon on the hard rocks. Within seconds Flame died as the red dragon only stared.

“Well done, be thankful I allow you to continue to serve me after what you failed to do with princess Ember.” The red dragon stood up off his knee. “But master I had no idea that Spyro would’ve been around, give me one last chance”. Malefor looked up at the fallen kingdom of Embers. It was in shambles. Dragons being hunted down and killed like cornered creatures. Some were smart enough to surrender and join his army.

Malefor looked back at the dragon as his glare made him return to his knee. “Very well. You shall hunt down Ember and this Spike”. Malefor turned around before thinking of one last request. “And if you see a young dragon with neon purple wings, bring her to me. Unharmed that is or you will suffer”

The dragon stood up and turned around as his wings began to flap to fly.

“Garble”

Malefor spoke the name of the dragon to get his attention. “Do not fail me again. Because if you do I will hang your corpse on the wall as a reminder to those who fail me”.

The threat of death was always a motive for Garble. Do better or die. It was that simple yet he failed many times. Malefor watched Garble leave within the sky. His patience was wearing thin with that dragon.

The only reason Malefor keeps him around is to infiltrate other dragon lands beyond this new land called Equestria. Together they killed thousands perhaps millions of dragons and these ponies.

Garble always broke down the defenses from within and Malefor brings his rising army to conquer. He killed the rulers of their lands and only those who are deemed worthy join Malefors army.

“Iezan, come here” Malefor calls out without looking behind him. A bright white dragon with a large body and wings comes from the cloudy sky. His claws were sharp enough to slice a clean cut within a manticores throat.

“What is it my king?” the dragon's body twitched furiously. He was like a creature that lost its mind. One half controlled his movement and one half controlled his insanity. “Follow Garble. If he fails me once again...kill him”

Iezan only bowed at his king's glare. “Oh yes, yes my king I will kill if I have to hahahahaha”. The white dragon flew into the sky as he followed Garble.

“Zuvruth” He yelled as a dark blue dragon passed Iezan in the air. “You call for me my king” Zuvruth bowed his head. “Mobilize my army. it will take days to reach Canterlot, burn villages that are in the way. Once we reach those princesses castle, there I will sit on my rightful throne” Zuvruth’s head was still lowered as he listened. “ and kill everyone who gets in your way”.

“Yes, master as you wish” Zuvruth left as Malefor looked at the smoke-filled land as lava flowed down streams.

Malefor felt his left claw disappearing as he looked down to see it turn back into ash.

He growled in anger as smashed his claw onto the rocky ground in anger. “The ancient ones put this curse on me for my crimes against dragon kind. They thought it would change me. My destiny is to destroy this worthless world, I would've done it by now without that purple dragon Spyro ruining my plan with the golem.”.

Malefor took flight towards the outskirts of the dragon lands. Possibly to find an answer on how to free him of his curse, or simply cause more havoc across the lands.

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The river was slow and calm. The area was foggy and had no color. Trees held rainwater in the leaves as they slowly dripped.

Within the river the clear water mixed with red. Blood soon flowed within the little gaps between rocks. A purple body of a dragon with yellow horns and belly floated down. His breathing was slow and getting slower between each passing moment.

The stream forced his body to land on a small edge of the grass. He moved his arm as he struggled to climb over a small hill. His chest was in pain as blood continued to drip. A small hole opened after being impaled by the branch when he was thrown into it by Malefor.

His wings were bruised with claw marks still showing. He continued to push himself to his limits until he fell into the grass.

“Must...get..get..back...to them…” his voice struggled with blood being spit out from his mouth. “Cynder….Amethyst..no” his eyes closed as his body fell on the ground.

Death would finally claim its prize of the soul that belonged Spyro The Dragon.

A few seconds past as a large figured covered in a black coat found his body.

The figure was a dragon as he used his wing to pick the body up and put him on his back.

“Come young dragon, this is not your final battle”. The dragon made way to a small cabin built of wood. Thunder soon came roaring in. The dragon looked back at the young purple dragons body.

“They need you, my son”