Yes! I was able to get time to write my sequel! And it turned out better than I thought. If you haven't read the story before this, The Electric Dragon, you might want to stop here, as it makes a lot of references to it. I hope you enjoy this!

The Electric Dragon: Into the Abyss

Chapter 1: Unexpected

Warfang, the Dragon City, was where Spyro and Cynder could finally rest. After the events in New Marais, they flew back home to their friends who were waiting with open arms. They were revered as saviors and heroes. Still, they were a tad sad to leave Cole; They always hope to see him again, but the odds were stacked against it.

Spyro, right now, was sleeping blissfully; Dreaming of the fun times with Cole, Zeke, and the others. This was not uncommon; He had many similar dreams. Some were of him and Cole fighting the Militia, others are with the others laughing together. Overall, he could not take his mind off of them, even in his sleep.

A loud boom echoed in his room in the tower, waking him up with a start. He looked around frantically to get his bearings, and was relieved and saddened to see he was still home. He let a long sigh out, and stood up. He knew he wouldn't get to back to sleep, so instead he walked over to the balcony that connected to his room.

Once outside, he looked above to see thick, dark storm clouds. They were housing lightning as it arced through out the cover, once in a while striking far off in the distance. Spyro concluded that the lightning was what woke him, but it did not help him in the least to get back to dream land. In fact, it only made it worse; It reminded him of his last minutes with Cole, and the conduit himself.

"Spyro?" a voice asked softly behind him.

The purple dragon slowly turned his head to his roommate and lover, Cynder, and smiled. He was glad that they were together, and knew that they could be with each other forever, but the thought of Cole and his friends still haunted his mind. His smile lowered to a frown, and he turned back to the sky.

"You still miss him too, huh?" Cynder said, as she joined him on the balcony. Spyro could only nod, his voice lost in his throat.

The black dragoness looked to the darkened sky as well, thinking of Cole's kindness and determination to save her. She, also, gave a sad smile in his memory.

"You know," Spyro spoke at last, his voice heavy, and gaining the attention of Cynder. "Kuo compared me to him, she said that we were the same in morals. She thinks me and Cole are one and the same."

Tears began falling from his eyes, he didn't want to cry because he knew Cole wouldn't allow it, but he couldn't help it.

"He helped me so much," Spyro continued, "He helped a stranger, a dragon, to save you and get us home. Now, we may never return the favor." The tears began falling heavier as rain also began. "Not just Cole; Zeke, Kuo, Nix. They all helped us, even risking their lives for complete strangers. They didn't even question if what we said was even true, only relying on how we acted."

The rain fell faster, and Spyro closed his eyes as he faced the floor, sobbing. "I miss him so much, even if we were only with him for a day. It shouldn't make sense, heck, I don't even know why."

"I think I do," Cynder whispered. Spyro looked up at her with mild shock, hoping she had the answers.

"It doesn't matter how long we were with him, but only the memories of our times together are important." Cynder started to cry as well, but restrained it a bit better then the purple dragon beside her.

Spyro smiled, and closed his eyes again in thought. He knew she was right, and he really was glad for the memories. He faced the raining storm above once again, feeling better.

"I think I like storms more now then before," he uttered quietly.

Cynder gave a dry chuckle as she, too, looked above her. "Yeah, all thanks to Cole MacGrath."

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Cole stared at the monster before him with hate and despair. The Beast, the thing that destroyed Empire City, was crouched before him at the church in lost of strength. Holding the RFI tightly, he knew this was it. Once he activated the object in his hands, he, Kuo, and every conduit on the planet would die. He wished it didn't come to this; Kuo had resolved her inevitable death with sorrow, apologizing to Cole, and admitting that Cole and Nix were right to fight the Beast.

Nix, the thought of her forced Cole's jaw to tighten. She had sacrificed her life to buy him time to prepare the RFI, probably for the best as she would of died anyway. As Cole began to charge the RFI with his electric powers, his whole life flashed before his eyes; He didn't mind so much, until he arrived to the memories of Spyro and Cynder. The times they had together were fun, giving him a good chuckle, despite the situation.

However, the thought of them made him remember his promise; How he would see them again. At that, Cole's entire world collapsed before him. He had broken that promise, he would never see them again. He would die, and they would have no idea. At that thought, he a tear went down his face.

'I'm sorry, Spyro,' he thought sadly, 'It looks like I won't meet with you again.'

And with that thought running through his mind, he released his powers into the RFI. He felt his body tearing up from the inside, destroying the conduit gene inside himself. As quick as it came, it disappeared, the pain simply stopped.

Confused, Cole looked around. The Beast was still howling in pain, as was Kuo, who was laying behind him. Why wasn't the RFI killing him? Glaring at the object in question, he noticed a strange beam shoot straight up. A bang above him shook his thoughts out as he looked to the sky above. Something he thought he would never see again was sitting there: a portal.

Before he could comprehend what was going on, he felt himself being dragged in fairly quickly. Soon, Cole flew right through the vortex, and he and portal disappeared with the RFI hitting the ground with a clank.

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Cole could feel grass below him, and the heat from the sun as it radiated down on his face. Groaning he sat up, rubbing his head, not daring to open his eyes.

'I must be in heaven,' he concluded, 'I have to be.'

He opened his eyes carefully, preparing for what he could see. What he did see, shocked him beyond any recognition. He was in a large field with rolling hills going in all directions. In the distance, he could see mountains and even a forest when he began gazing at the landscape. He recognized this place; he was brought here, twice: the dream realm.

"Ah, great," he grumbled to himself, "That means I have to talk to that high and mighty Malefor again, don't I?"

He stood up, and decided to wait and get it over with. After a few minutes, however, the Dark Master did not appear. His mind began to wonder if this wasn't a dream at all.

"Malefor did say that this was the Dragon Realms," he mumbled to himself.

Cole shook his head in bewilderment, and decided to have a walk around. So, turning around, he did just that, and saw an unfamiliar sight. In the distance, right next to the mountain range, was a large city. Even from this length, the conduit could see that it was beautiful, with tall towers and gorgeous architecture.

'Guess I know where I'm heading,' Cole thought, as he began walking toward the great city.

He walked what felt like hours, and it probably was, as the sun moved across the sky. Stopping to take a short break, he could tell that he was at least half way there. At that moment, Cole could feel vibrations coming from the ground. Furrowing his brow, he looked in different directions to see who was approaching. When he turned to the forest, he saw ape-like creatures emerge from it, all looked like they were prepared for war.

The conduit couldn't count them all, but some how knew that there were a lot of them. Hundreds, maybe even a thousand, apes all heading toward the same destination the conduit was going to. It just so happens, unfortunately, that Cole stood between the army and the city itself.

The electric man gave an exasperated sigh. "I guess confrontation was bound to happen," he told himself.

Cole stood his ground with crossed arms, waiting impatiently for the huge platoon to come to his position. They stopped marching within 20 meters from Cole, not moving a muscle. In time, a huge ape, twice as tall from the rest, walked out, straight towards the conduit. Said conduit could only narrow his eyes at him, knowing that if he took him out, the rest would fallow, assuming he was the leader.

The leader walked until he stood right in front of Cole, and the electric man was forced to look at an angle to see his face.

"Who are you, puny creature?" the ape growled angrily, "Were you sent from Warfang?"

Cole laughed, "Warfang? Naw, I was just wondering around and I saw you guys, and thought I should say hello."

There was a short pause, then Cole leaned forward, and said, "hello."

The monster bared his teeth, and growled, "You dare mock me, leader of the Dark Master's Army?"

Cole was visibly surprised; Malefor?! He was real? He wanted to know more, but the ape's face said otherwise.

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, you know?" Cole advised, "The consequences could be... shocking."

"Enough of this!" the ape leader roared, as he raised his fist to smash into the conduit. Before he could, Cole used a electric blast that sent the leader tumbling along the ground toward the army. The members began to murmur with each other, obviously surprised to see their leader easily knocked down.

Once he had stopped, the ape leader stood up hastily, to save some of his pride. Then, with a loud roar, he yelled, "Attack! Take him down!"

Without hesitation, the platoon charged, giving long shouts of enthusiasm to take down the opposer. The leader gave a smug grin, believing to have the upper hand.

Cole gave a grin himself, but it was one of devilish proportions, "Big mistake."

After that, he concentrated all of his ice powers into the palms of his hand, and then released it, shooting an Ionic Freeze. The result was obvious and instant; turning the army into frozen warriors. Looking around to see if he missed any, the conduit was mildly startled to find out that he hadn't missed one. However, one did emerge from the frozen statues: the leader himself.

With a snarl, the ape leader screamed, "I'll be back, you worm. Then you'll be sorry."

Cole couldn't help but laugh; Malefor had basically said the same thing in his dreams, and this was no different.

Calming himself down, he shouted to the furious ape, "Right, you just run back to your 'Dark Master', I'm sure he'll love you for it!"

The leader snarled again, and ran back into the forest, leaving his frozen, dead army. Still giggling a little, Cole turned around and continued his journey to 'Warfang', as the ape said it was. His mood was definitely better now.

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Many minutes later, Cole was within 100 meters from the walls that surrounded Warfang, and needless to say, the conduit was awe stricken. The walls towered above him, he didn't think the city was this big. Shaking off his dazed expression, he took one step to enter the city, and then he heard bells ringing and shouts from within.

'Is it sunday or something?' he thought in puzzlement.

From the walls above, dragons flew over them, and began landing all around Cole, stunning him immensely.

'Dragons? Here!?,' he thought, 'Then that means Spyro and Cynder...'

His heart leapt with joy at the thought of reuniting with the two, but it was squandered by the expressions the dragons around gave him. They all looked like they wanted a fight; Like an invasion was coming.

Cole giggled slightly, which caught the attention of the dragons. "What's so funny?" a red male dragon demanded.

The conduit cleared his throat in mild embarrassment; He wanted to make a good first impression.

"Uh, nothing, I was just-"

"It can talk?!" a yellow female dragon interrupted.

"As I was saying," the electric man continued, "I was just thinking of the invasion that you probably had to fight off and-

"So you're the invasion force, is it?" a deep voice observed from above. Looking up three large dragons flew down and landed beside the other dragons. Studying them, the large dragons were the size of Malefor in his dreams, maybe smaller, with the colors of green, blue, and yellow. The others, he just noticed, were about the size of Spyro and Cynder, give or take.

Shaking his head to answer, Cole replied, "No, I just fought off the invasion force. If you would let me finish-"

"You?" the red dragon laughed, "fighting off a platoon of apes?"

Rubbing his eyes irritably, Cole responded, "Yes, I did, they were heading here and-"

"That's impossible, stranger," the large blue one said with distaste. "Besides, you're probably lying to cover up the incoming enemies."

"Wait, wait, wait," The conduit stressed, waving his hands in front of him for emphasis. "I'm not with those stupid apes, in fact, they probably hate my guts right now."

The yellow one tilted his head, "You may look slightly different, but the appearances are too similar to be a coincidence."

Cole was growing frustrated at this point; They would not listen to him, or reason for that matter. "Look, if you just tell Spyro and Cynder, I'm sure-"

The large green dragon bared his teeth in anger, "Do not involve those heroes, villain! They are away as of now, so you can not get a hold of them."

'Oh boy,' Cole thought as he crossed his arms, 'How do I convince these guys now?'

"Enough talk!" the small red one ordered, "He is only stalling!"

"Calm yourself, Magma." the green one demanded. "But you are right, take him in."

The dragons surrounding Cole began to move in. "I don't have time for this," he whispered in annoyance. Using his Ice Launch, the conduit summoned a pillar of ice to seemlessly come from the ground, shooting him into the air. The dragons were shocked, especially the large blue one.

"He can use Ice?!" he exclaimed worriedly.

Cole landed on the wall, surprising a few strange mole people who stood upon it.

"What the hell?" he said, bewildered.

Looked back, though, he quickly dodge rolled forward, just in time to avoid a ground pound from a dragon. He began running along the wall, rolling occasionally to evade the attacks by the dragons. He looked back, and saw to his horror that all 20 of them were chasing him, using their wings.

Without looking where he was going, he slammed into a wall, but when he examined it, it appeared to have just risen from the stone underneath his feet, then an architectural mistake.

Looking back again with gritted teeth, he saw a few closing in. Without a second thought, the electric man jumped to the side, toward the fields that he walked along before.

"Ha!" said a voice behind him, probably the large yellow one, "No ape can survive a jump like that!"

The conduit could only smile with content when he landed easily without a scratch. Turning around, he saw just in time to see all of the dragons with their jaws dropped. Cole wasn't paying attention, however, when a dragon head butted him from behind. He landed a few meters away, holding his stomach with his arm as he hissed in pain.

Seeing the dragon charge again, Cole allowed electricity to flow through his arm, preparing to strike with a bolt. However, he realized that he didn't want to hurt them, and stopped the flow, and simply used his Lightning Tether to escape. He attached this to the wall, and clung to a brick that was sticking out, examining his surroundings.

The large green one, who hasn't moved from his place on the ground, stared with wide eyes. "He also has the power of electricity!"

"Let's try fire then," a dragon spoke from above Cole. Gazing upward, he saw it was the small red one, named Magma if he remembered correctly. The dragon shot a fire ball straight at Cole, catching him off guard and sending him flying from the explotion.

He landed on his back, feeling exhausted from not only from his time in the Dragon Realms, but also from New Marais; He hasn't taken a break for a while.

He made to stand up, but was roughly pushed back down, from the large green dragon with his paw. The conduit was trapped, and he knew it, but that didn't stop him from trying to escape.

"What do we do with you, monster?" he questioned.

Cole stopped his struggling, to glare at the dragon that held him. "Hey, you can take me down, but don't call me monster. I already get enough of that crap back home."

"I say we put him out of his misery," Magma suggested from the group of dragons that yet again surrounded Cole.

The large blue one brought a claw to his chin in thought. "He is dangerous and unknown to any of us..."

"We can't just kill him," piped up the small yellow dragon from before. Cole was slightly puzzled as to why she would save him from an uncertain death, but didn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"He may be the enemy, but he made no attempt to attack any of us," she defended.

"Lemon is correct," the large yellow dragon added, "I'm sure an ape would have done so a lot sooner."

Lemon? Was that her name? Cole noted mentally to ask her why she was named that.

"But what if what Magma said earlier was true," snapped the large blue dragon. "He could still be stalling for the invaders."

"That's one thing I don't get," Cole expressed, startling the dragons, they forgot that he was still here. "How did you guys know about the 'invaders'?"

The green dragon scoffed, "We don't tell our enemies about our tactics."

As he said this, he pressed down on Cole's stomach harder. The conduit groaned in pain, and could feel consciousness fleeing him, but he still had one more question to ask.

"I'm guessing names are secret too, huh?" he manged to squeeze out.

Cole heard a chuckle as his vision began to blur, and a shout, "Volteer!"

"I'm sorry!" another voice replied, "It was funny!"

He heard more chuckles, and then nothing. Darkness flooded his vision, replacing the blurriness from earlier as he passed out.

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When Cole came to, he felt a headache coming on. Rubbing his head with a groan, he sat up, and remembered the previous events. He looked at what he was laying on, and realized it was hay. Observing his surroundings, he noticed he was in a dark and gloomy cell, with stone for walls.

"At least they decided not to kill," he spoke to himself.

"An excellent and optimistic point of view," said a voice outside the bars. Looking through them, the conduit saw the large yellow dragon from the wall event. The electric man gave a grin, thinking back to the response he got from him, for he was pretty sure that he was the one who chuckled at his joke.

"I assume you're here to interrogate me?" Cole asked cheerily; He had a feeling that this dragon saw reason a lot better then the others.

"Well, yes, but I wasn't sent by the others, in fact, I'm not even supposed to be here."

Cole was slightly surprised by that; Did everyone thing it was taboo to visit an enemy?

"Alright, might as well play nice here, I'm Cole MacGrath."

The dragon gave a weary smile, "Well, I see no harm in giving mine. I am Volteer, Guardian of Electricity."

The conduit could not help but grin at that, "Electricity, huh? I guess you and me aren't to far apart."

"Yes, I saw your performance at the walls, and I'm curious how an odd-looking ape such as yourself obtained these powers."

"Well first," Cole began, getting comfy on the hay, "I'm a human, not an ape. Second, how I got these powers is complicated."

"Oh, please tell me... Cole," Volteer insisted, "I am fascinated by the way you can use your... powers."

"If you're impressed from just a simple Lightning Tether, wait 'til you see what else I have under my sleeve."

Volteer chuckled, "I would love to, but regulations require not to. Besides, I have another question. You said something about Spyro and Cynder. How do you know them?"

Cole decided to answer seriously, as he remembered this was a precarious topic before. "They came to my world," he responded, "through a vortex that I accidentally made. They didn't tell you?"

Volteer shook his head, "Those two didn't say anything about visiting a different world or meeting a 'human'." He put a claw to his chin and faced the ceiling. "Now that I think about it, they were awfully quiet when they returned from saving the world. I just thought it was because they were a couple."

The conduit looked to the floor with a smile, 'So Spyro and Cynder finally admitted their feelings. Good for them.'

Volteer noticed this, and asked, "How long have you known those two?"

The electric man chuckled lightly, "Only a day, but it was enough to have memories for a life time."

"I see..." Volteer commented quietly, "Well, I would ask you more questions, like what's that attached to your back, but I must request something from my fellow guardians."

And so, Volteer reluctantly left, walking up the flight of stairs to lead to what ever was above. Cole sighed, and laid back down on the hay with hands behind his head. He could only hope that Spyro would hurry up and get him out of here.

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Volteer trotted up the stairs hastily; He was hoping himself to release this 'Cole' to study at the very least. Climbing up the steps in the Warfang dragon temple was not strange for a dragon to do. Flying was like running everywhere; It was tiring, and really unneeded.

When he arrived, he saw the other Guardians: the blue one, Cyril, and the green one, Terrador. Also in the room was Sparx, Spyro's dragonfly brother.

"Everyone," Volteer announced, intruding in on their conversation. "I must make a request!"

"No, Volteer," Cyril said, rolling his eyes, "You may not examine the new prisoner."

Volteer put on puppy dog eyes, and pleaded, "Please! I promise I'll watch him the whole time."

"I'm sorry, Volteer," Terrador apologized honestly, "but we simply can not let this thing out, we don't know what it will do once it is free."

The yellow Guardian hung his head low in defeat, and to add to his dismay, Sparx spoke up.

"Seriously, you wanted to let an unknown and potentially deadly monster out to dragon kind just to study him?"

Volteer gave an embarrassed smile, "Well, yes."

"I can't believe this," Sparx said as he face palmed.

"Believe what?" said a familiar voice, everyone turned to the direction of the source, and saw, to their enjoyment, Spyro and Cynder.

"Spyro! You're back!" Sparx exclaimed, as he flew over to him and hugged his chest, to which Spyro chuckled.

"Glad to be back," he stated proudly, with Cynder walking up to him and nuzzling his neck.

"What have you found in the forest, Spyro?" asked Terrador, getting to the point.

Turned his head to face his, concentration etched onto his face. "There was no sign of the invading forces like we were told," Spyro told the group around him. "But when Cynder and I flew back here, we saw the whole platoon frozen solid in the fields."

"Do you think it was our new guest?" asked Volteer excitedly.

"Hardly," Cyril shrugged off, "Only the work of an Ice Guardian, or Spyro, could ever hope to pull something like that off."

"What guest?" asked Cynder, tilting her head in puzzlement.

"Our prisoner of war," Sparx proudly stated, putting his hands on his hips, "Or I guess prisoner of battle, in this case."

"What did he do?" Spyro questioned.

Terrador answered, "As far as we can tell, distract us from the main platoon that was approaching."

"Distract?" Spyro said with confusion, "He didn't attack you at all?"

"Well," Cyril started, but lost the words in his mouth, and instead said, "No, but he gave us one heck of a chase."

"Alright," giggled Cynder, "How long did it take?"

Terrador mumbled something, not looking Spyro or Cynder in the eye.

"Didn't quite catch that," laughed Spyro.

Terrador gave an irritated sigh, and said, "10 minutes."

Spyro and Cynder laughed hard at this. Usually, for a dragon, catching someone that didn't attack back, like hunting, took about a minute, two if the dragon was tired. However, in this case, there were about 20 dragons chasing down one person; It was hilarious to Spyro and Cynder.

"Aw, come on," Volteer urged, with embarrassment evident in his voice, "He was a lot nimbler then we thought."

"Okay, okay," Spyro grunted, calming down, "Where is this 'prisoner' anyway?"

"Down in the dungeon," Cyril said with distaste, "Where he belongs."

"Let's take a look shall we?" laughed Spyro, with Cynder no different.

The Guardians rolled their eyes, and lead the duo, along with Sparx, to the dungeon. When they arrived, they all walked past several other empty cells; No recent battles or wars prompted any reason to hold other people, even the crime rate was almost nonexistent.

When they were at the prisoners cell, the detainee was lost in the amount of hay that was given. Everybody looked at different angles but could not get a good picture of him. Eventually, Terrador had enough, and banging on the stone walls, and yelled out, "Hey, buddy, wake up!"

"I'm not your buddy, buddy," the prisoner snapped back, but began to get up never the less. As he began brushing off hay, while standing up, Spyro and Cynder eyes widened, and when he revealed himself completely, their jaws dropped.

"Cole!?" they both shouted out simultaneously.

And there you have it! If you want Zeke and other characters from inFAMOUS to be in the story, tell me. Also, give me lots of feedback; I want this story to be great to not only the readers, but to me as well! Also looking for Beta readers; PM me if you want to do this.