TLoS 66: Legion's Termoil prt1

Cynder stuggled furiously, a terrified look in her face. She was using all her strength, but she was barely able to keep the collar away from her neck by an inch or two; a distance slowly being shortened by a determined and vengeful Nighthshade.
"Help!" She screamed.
"Don't worry..." Nightshade hissed sadisticly. "You'll come to like it... hopefully."
"No!" Cynder cried, pushing back, but feeling her legs grow fatigued and shake with exhaustioned. Was this how it was going to end?
"Get off her!" Ddraig shouted. "Please!" He tried to get up, but yelped as his scar tore further, and fell down again, panting heavily.
"Please don't do this..." Cynder sobbed. "No, please!"
But Nighthsade forced an almighty shove, and had it around her throat! All she had to do was buckle it, and it would be on her...

...But then, the world seemed to go mad. The ground began to rumble, which even distracted Nightshade.
"What?" Ddraig groaned. "What's going on? This part of the world doesn't get earthquakes."
There was then a flash of blinding light, the group covering their eyes with their paws to ward off the intense glow which came from the end of the room; there was then an almighty roar... From an oh-so familiar voice.
"GET OFF MY DAUGHTER!"
The light faded, revealing something impossible (except for Cynder, where it was something amazing): A flawless white and icy blue dragon stood before them, with emerald green eyes, and strange enchanted beads strung around his legs, neck and horns; he also, had a wings clan-mark on his shoulder.
"Impossible!" Nighthshade screamed, attention diverted from Cynder. "You're... you're dead! I killed you!"
"Good guys go to heaven..." The dragon replied angrily, before pointing and Nightshade, and making a quick gesture with his paw, flinging Nightshade across the room with his telekenesis as though so was litte more than a ragdoll. The dragon's demeaner then changed, becoming more humble as he walked over to the black dragon child, who was shaking in fear and awe.

Legion sat by his child, a regretful look on his face.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier." He spoke.
"Wha... What?" Cynder stammered. "But... You... You died. And... I cremated you. I saw you die! But..." Cynder froze, a tear ran down her face. "You're... Alive?" She croaked.
"Yes..." He replied, wiping the tear off her face. "And that dragon, you saw at my grave? That, that was me too."
"It was... How could I have not seen that!?"
"I didn't want you to know it was me... I'm sorry."
Then, Ddraig found the strength to limp over to the two dragons, followed by the others.
"Legion..." Ddraig gasped. "Is... Is that really you?"
"Indeed it is, my friend. Indeed it is." He smiled. "I'm sorry I never tried to contact you guys before, I... I just felt like I needed to stay away."
"But you're my dad..." Cynder croaked.
"No Cynder, I created you..." He looked thankfully at Ddraig, then back at Cynder. "It takes nothing more than sperm to create a father, but... It takes a lot more to be a dad..." He sighed. "...That something, I just haven't been. The way I am now makes it even more impossible for me to be that."
"Yeah..." Ddraig sighed. "What did happen to you? I mean, I like the new colours, but... How?"
"Came as part of the package I'm afriad..." Legion joked. "When I was cremated, my spirit left my body. But, the Chronicler chose me, in light of 'certain events', to become an angel on Earth. So, he aquired some of my ashes, and used them to, effectively, ressurect me."
"So, you're an angel?" Cynder asked.
"Just like you, my dear." Legion smiled. "Only difference is, I had to die to become one." He then saw the collar, which had fallen to the side of Cynder's neck.
"Let's take a look at this horrible thing..." He muttered, picking it up. "Hmmm, yeah. That's got evil magic on it, I can feel it..." He looked to the two dragons. "Lets correct that..." He focused on the collar, rubbing his paw over it a few times, causing it to glow white this time. When the glowing faded, the collar seemed to change, but remained the same. It was still a black collar, but the leather was softer and more felxable, and it had lost its shiny coating; it was, effectively, just another normal collar again.
"There, now Nightshade cannot use it to control someone again. Speaking of which..."
He turned, and faced his ex, who had huddled in a corner, terrifed. He walked calmly over to her, and (instead of harming her) offered her his paw.
"Come on, your majesty." He spoke. "Get up."
"I... I can get up myself." She spoke, trying to retain her dignity. "Well, go on... Kill me. I know you want to."
"No, Nattie, I don't..." Legion spoke softly.
"What?" Nightshade's eyes widened. "You... You..." She paused, shocked. "Nobody's called me 'Nattie' since..." She paused, nobody had called her Nattie since she'd mated with Legion, and became pregnant with Cynder's egg. "But, you hate me?"
"I never hated you..." Legion spoke, before kissing the black dragoness on the cheek. "I just hate what you've become. I'd give anything to have the old Nighthsade back."
"Well... You... You can't. She's... Gone. I'm all that's left." Nightshade spoke.
"In that case..." Legion responded gravely. "This fight is over... Go home, Lady Nightshade of Sekeolath."
Nightshade looked as if she was about to cry, and that death would've been a preferrable outcome to their meeting, but she held her feelings, and her memories, back.
"This... This isn't over!" she croaked, feigning (badly) disinterest in Legion's words, before she apperated away in a cloud of shadows...