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#1 Mar 18, 2009 2:58 AM

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Understanding (SpyorCynder)

Three months had passed since Malefor’s downfall. For the first time in seventeen years the realms were at peace. Even with peace many tasks remain undone, the Dragon temple and Warfang both were undertaking heavy repairs from the damage Malefor’s armies had issued. Ignitus’ position of Fire guardian had yet to be filled on account of countless dragons being scattered across the realm.

A new Age brings many changes, and at least two dragons had only known war and hardship for most of their lives. For Spyro and Cynder, everything had changed all they have known is fighting. Never have they tasted a true peace as the current times offered.

Cynder flew across the outer wall of Warfang which were almost completely repaired; the inner city was still in mostly ruin from the Golem’s rampage.

“Cynder!” a group of moles called out to her. She came to a stop and drifted over head. “Your assistance would be much appreciated.” The Moles firmly held ropes that were tied around a fallen dragon statue.

“Of course.” She replied swooping down. She took firm hold of the rope and pushed herself upwards. The moles pulled with much strength alongside Cynder who was now pulling from the air. After a few moments of labor the statue was pulled upright again.

“Thank you Cynder!” the moles exclaimed as she flew off deeper into the city.

Praise for once, instead of scorn its quite refreshing to be appreciated. Cynder thought to herself. Her eyes scanned the city for the purple scaled dragon, which she had been through so much with. She landed on a nearby roof to rest her wings and gaze around the nearby streets.
“So tiresome.” She sighed to herself “I always thought heroes got the big rewards, not the ones who did clean up.”

Her eyes caught a glance of purple in the distance. She focused on the area and sure enough there was Spyro rolling a large metal sphere along slowly. He was putting much force into it from his hind legs. He finally came to a stop and four moles came into view, words were exchanged between them and Spyro. Soon after they rolled the sphere off leaving Spyro there alone.

Cynder could clearly see his chest rising and falling even from the distance. He wiped beads of sweat from his forehead with his wing.

“Spyro!” yelled a nearby voice.

The guardian Terrador flew down to Spyro.

“Terrador.” Spyro said

“I know the day is coming to a close but, we could use your aid with one last thing.”

“What might that be?”

“The moles are about to lift a new tower up onto the higher tier, we could use as much muscle as we can get.”

“Of course Terrador.” Spyro sighed

Both took flight heading towards one of the outer walls. Cynder looked to the horizon, watching the sun beginning its descent. The day was at its end and the time to return to her home at the temple had come.

The sunset, it’s never looked so wonderful. Even amongst all the ruins She thought. ‘Hey the Evil She-Dragon.” Said a familiar voice from behind. Cynder turned to see Sparx drifting there.

“Evil She-Dragon Huh? I thought you were past that.”

Sparx laughed “Just pulling your tail, nothing more evil to you now then there is to me.”

“I’ll just take that as a good to see you again.”

“You could say that.”

“So where have you been the past month?”

“Went back to the swamp to see Mom and Dad. You know let them know I’m alive and tell them about how I saved the world, with your and Spyro’s help.”

“How you saved the world huh?”

“Hey I played my roles.”

“Like what?” she chuckled

“See that’s the problem I get no respect. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again I could of stayed with the Llama people where I was worshipped but no. I decided to help out the poor defenseless dragons.”

“There a point to this?”

“Point is if it wasn’t for me Spyro wouldn’t have even been able to burp out fire to start with. But if it wasn’t for him I’d be an overgrown monkey’s lantern and I most likely would have rough wing tips from that little blaze he belched out.”

Cynder did something Sparx had never seen her do before; she laughed, she laughed for quite a few moments.

“Well you’re just full of surprises today. I don’t even think Spyro has ever heard you laugh.”

“Sadly enough I do find you somewhat funny from time to time.”

‘Well you should do it more often I might enjoy your company a bit more.”

“Well as much as I would like to sit here and chat, I have to get back to the temple.”

“Well I’ll join you was gonna head back there anyways.”

The two lifted off and flew off towards the temple. The once burned lands were covered with all sorts of plant life and flowing water instead of lava; the fruits of Terrador’s months of labor of healing the land.

“So where’s Spyro?”

“Still back at the city working.”

“Man they still got his nose to the grindstone even after a month of me being gone?”

“I’m afraid so.”

It was not long before they landed on the balcony of the newly restored temple. No trace of Malefor’s filth remained; it was as it was before. There had been additions to the temple, the grotto passages all about it had been converted to living quarters, two of which belonged to Spyro and Cynder. Other cut offs had been converted to areas of entertainment, places where the guardians gave lectures to the two young dragons and eating areas. The training room and the guardian’s chamber where the pool of vision was located remained untouched.

“Well this place certainly got some nice additions.” Sparx remarked

“Lucky the moles and Avalarians are mostly to thank. Even though the guardians gave them clear instructions.”

“Like what?”

“Well they added more than a few more living quarters where it use to only be one for me and one for Spyro.”

“Almost makes you think their expecting more people to live here.”

“I know, which is odd only dragons are permitted to live here. Most of the dragons are spread far and wide all across the world.”

“So there’s more than just the few here?”

“Yes, Terrador told me that after the events during the year of the dragon, the year that mine and Spyro’s eggs were laid. That most the dragons fled after word of the eggs being wiped out.”

“That would explain those ice and fire dragons flying about the city.”
Cynder nodded “There were those who returned to resist Malefor during the three years we were frozen.”

“Well I guess I’ll be on my way to Spyro’s room, give the wings a rest.”

“Very well, I’ll be sure to tell Spyro that you’ve returned.”

“Alright see ya around.” He said flying off down the hall.

Cynder began making her way towards the eating area to grab a quick bite before retiring to her room for the night. Her eyes caught Spyro descending a flight of stairs that lead into the guardians’ sanctum.

“Spyro.” Cynder called out

He looked towards her as she advanced over to him. “Hey Cynder.” He weakly said

“Well you certainly look wore and torn.”

“Yeah I’m exhausted.”

“Join me a quick bite on your way to bed?”

“I’ll have to pass, I can barely even stand as is.”

“Alright, go get your rest, hero.”

He let out a weak chuckle as he slowly walked around the corner.
“And by the way, Sparx has returned.”

“Great.” She heard him sigh

There is more wrong with him than just weariness. He’s not himself at all, he hasn’t been for awhile. Cynder thought to herself. She continued to press on past the stairs before she was stopped by Cryil walking around a nearby corner.

“Ah Cynder, a word if you would.” The blue dragon said

“Certainly.”

“Please come with me to my private quarters.”

The two of them went up the stair way Cynder had just passed and through a few doors before they entered a room that had an icy theme to it. Cyril’s private quarters where the ice guardian slept, ate, and studied ancient text.

“So what is it you wish to speak with me about Master Cyril?”

“Its about the newcomers.”

“Newcomers?” Cynder questioned

“You have not heard?” Cynder simply shook her head “Well we are expecting about twenty new dragons here at the temple tomorrow.”

“New dragons?”

“Yes, all of them close to your and Spyro’s age.”

“But I thought the eggs were all destroyed?”

“Not all the dragon eggs can make it here to the temple, some dragon couples are simply too far away to bring their eggs here. As well as eggs laid after that terrible night five years ago.”

“I never would have thought.”

“Well eggs aren’t laid every so many years, even though most eggs are laid during the year of the dragon. There are always eggs laid during all the years, mating season always takes place.”

“So the newcomers come to be taught lessons as me and Spyro are?”

“Indeed and in fact the one of the main reasons I wanted to talk with you is about your and Spyro’s lessons.”

“What of them?”

“For the next two to three weeks you and him will be playing by ear of when your next lesson will be while we try to get the newcomers settled in.”

“I see.”

“And also we are looking towards you and Spyro to aid the newcomers with finding things or any general questions they have.”

“I’d be glad to.” A few thoughts came to Cynder’s mind “Cyril do any of them know of well, my past?”

“I’m afraid some of them most likely will know of your past. Don’t let any of it get to you though. We guardians, Spyro, and the races all around here trust you.”

“I’m glad to hear, that means a lot to me.”

“We all know how the effects of one’s past can get to them. What is important is that we don’t allow our past to prevent us from moving forward.”

“And one more thing Master Cyril.”

“By all means.”

“Its about Spyro.”

“Oh?” Cryil replied a tone of sudden interest in his voice “What about Spyro?”

“Have you noticed anything different about him? Like him being sad or depressed?”

“Yes, this has been brought up amongst us guardians.”

“Well then do you know why.”

“Well the one thing we can all be certain on is that its connected to Ignitus’ death.”

Cynder’s blood went cold, she had forgotten all about Ignitus.

“Ignitus was the closest thing Spyro had to a Dragon father. His death most definitely affected him. Ancestors know Terrador tries to fill the gap that Ignitus left with Spyro, but Spyro simply refuses to allow anyone to fill that gap Ignitus filled.”

“Oh Spyro.” She whispered

“There will be a time to talk more of this matter, but as for now I must have council with the other guardians.”

“Of course, thank you for listening Master Cryil.”

“Any time my child, but I would recommend you get a bite to eat you look quite hungry.”

Those words sent a growl through Cynder’s belly she nodded before walking out the door and back towards the hall leading to the eating area. It didn’t take long for her to reach the area. Tables sat up all around Moles and Avalarians sitting about eating. True the guardians would not allow non dragons to live at the temple but they never denied them settle and refreshment. Cynder took up a bowl and walked over to several baskets of fruit. She gazed though the various fruits before taking a small vine of grapes with her mouth and placing them in the bowl. She made her way over to where a mole was laying out several plates.

“Evening Cynder.” The mole said warmly “Care for some nice hot meats, they warm the soul and the stomach I assure you.’

Cydner simply nodded and held the bowl towards him allowing him to place a slab of meat in. She continued onwards to a table where many vegetables lay. She took a carrot in the same manner she took the grapes. She walked over to a vacant table and placed the bowl down. Taking the carrot out and then chopping it a handful of pieces with her bladed tail. She took a few pieces into her mouth and gazed at her tail. At least this thing useful for other things than just fighting she thought.
She took up the meat and began to eat it. It was simply wonderful to her warm, juicy, not very often had see been through such a treat. Finally she took the grape vine up with her paw and ate them. After she was done she got back to her feet and made her way towards the door. Her belly was full and her body beginning to lose strength.

I can’t believe I had forgotten. How torn Spyro was after Ignitus sacrificed himself for us. No matter how bad things had gotten I had never seen Spyro like that until then. That’s the first and only time I’ve ever seen him shed a tear. I helped ease that pain, I gave him hope; something to fight for even. She thought as she walked down the dimly lit hall.

“Yo Cynder!” called Sparx who was flying up behind her.

“Yes Sparx?” Cynder replied trying to bring a smile to her face

“Mind if I crash in your room tonight?”

“Any reason you’re not crashing in Spyro’s room?”

“Eh Spyro asked if I could sleep somewhere else tonight, he wanted to be alone and get the best rest he could.”

“He seemed sad didn’t he?”

“I guess so, didn’t sound like his usual self.”

“I see. Well I have no problem with you staying in my room tonight.”

“Great!”

“Just no nosing around in my things.”

“Please, don’t insult me.” He said flying onwards. “You coming Cynder?”

Cynder’s eyes had fallen on the door not too far off, the door to Spyro’s room. “Yeah, just go on ahead there’s something I need to handle.”

Sparx flew onward around the corner at the end of the hall while Cynder approached Spyro’s door.

The door opened upon the touch of her paw and entered the dimly lit room. She had only been in Spyro’s room once before. It was much like her own. The room was circular, but rather roomy, more than enough space for a dragon of Spyro’s age. The door was on a higher level than the floor with a spiral staircase leading down to the floor. Murals of grand dragons graced the walls all around the room. A small wooden desk sat on the floor across from the door, several scrolls and books laid upon it. In the middle was a circular bed with Spyro laying upon it facing away from the door. A small round table sat next to the bed, a bowl of fruits, dish of water, and a few lit candles sat upon it.

Her eyes rest on Spyro’s form. She could see his body swelling and falling, very much a sign of him breathing. The flat golden tip of his tail was flicking about. She slowly made her way down the stairs. Spyro released an audible sigh, he very much awake still.

“Spyro?” Cynder spoke

“Cynder? What… are you… doing here?” he replied not even turning to face her.

“Seeing if you are okay.”

“I… I am Cynder.”

“You don’t sound okay, why won’t you look at me.”

She stepped up to the bed and walked around to his face. To her surprise she caught a glimpse of tears as he advert his face from her sight.

“What’s with the tears?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Spyro, you’re in pain; you’ve been in pain for quite some time don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“I’m… just tired.”

“Generally tears aren’t from being tired.” She stood waiting for a response. She growled “Stop being so stubborn!” She snapped.

“Now you’re mad at me, nothing is going right.” He whimpered

“I’m not mad at you Spyro, I’m just worried.” She stepped up onto the bed and dropped onto her belly. “Spyro, talk to me it can’t do nothing more than help.”

“You won’t take no for an answer will you.” He said lifting his head up to level with hers.

She gazed into his amethyst eyes; she saw so much pain within them. “Its about Ignitus isn’t it.” she said

“Partly. Cynder I guess I can say you’re the only one I can feel comfortable talking with about this.”

“Then go on.”

“I’m the dragon savior Cynder. Everyone expects so much of me, and I give everything I have in me. Even then everyone expects more of me. I go through so much to save this world and then everyone expects me to rebuild it from the ruins.”

“I could see where the stress would build up.”

“What’s worse is I’ve always had Ignitus to go to in times like this for advice, comfort even. But with him gone, Cynder I don’t know what to do, I feel so helpless so alone.”

Cynder rested her muzzle on his cheek. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re not alone. You’re never alone; I’ll always be here beside you when you need it.”

“Me and you are more alike than I first thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything that happened to you, you were never given a choice. I’m beginning to see I was never given a choice to be what I am now. I wanted to know where I came from when I first met Ignitus. I was never asked if I wanted to be a dragon savior or not. I wanted to save our world, but never wanted to be considered its savior. Ignitus saw hope after meeting me he simply trained me and sent me on my way down this path. Not once did anybody ever ask “Spyro do you want to be this world’s savior.””

“I guess you weren’t give a choice then.”

“If I had been given a choice between being the dragon savior or just a regular dragon; I would choose to be a regular dragon any day.” He gazed into her aquamarine eyes “Cynder do you see me only as a dragon savior?”

“Spyro at this point I would be lying if I told you I did.” He released a sigh of relief. “I know you for who you are, I know what makes you happy, angry, and even sad. I don’t see a dragon savior when I look at you I see something more. I see a wonderful, strong dragon with a heart of gold. You’re something I could never be.”

“Cynder.”

“You are a regular dragon to me Spyro.” She felt his wing fall upon her and his body inch against hers. His warmth was perfect; it made her feel safe and wanted. “The dragon that I love.”

His muzzle inched closer to hers “That means a lot to me Cynder.” He opened his mouth slightly closing his eyes easing towards her slowly. She closed her eyes opening her mouth slightly as well. Their lips locked together their tongues slipping into each other’s maws. Each felt of the others fangs, and exploring everywhere they could before wrapping around each other. They broke apart after some time had passed.

“That was wonderful.” Cynder cooed

“Yeah, it just felt like the right thing to do.”

The two laid there for quite some time their gaze set upon each other as if the other would disappear if one looked away. Cynder broke from their gaze when a handful of thoughts came back to her.

“I almost forgotten. Tomorrow newcomers arrive here at the temple, dragons close to our age I’ve understood.”

“From eggs that weren’t at the temple that night I assume or eggs that were laid years before or after.”

“Yeah, Cyril said out lessons would be played by ear.”

“Good I need some type of break.”

“We are expected to help them in anyway they made need, as such as finding something or answering questions.”

“Great more duties.”

“Spyro, I ask this of you. Ask the guardians for time off from lessons, time off from repairing the city. They will be busy with the newcomers for a few weeks.”

“I don’t know if they would allow it.”

“Please Spyro, if not for me do it for yourself, you’re being worked to the bone.”

“No Cynder I won’t do it for me or you.” She looked down in disappointment. “I’ll do it for the both of us.”

“Good.”

“Cynder, would you stay with me for tonight. I don’t wanna be alone here tonight.”

“Of course, besides I’m already more comfortable then I’ve been in a long time.”

Spyro blew the candles on the nearby table out and laid his head to rest. Cynder nuzzled up against his golden chest.

“Good night Cynder.” He said before closing his eyes.

“Good night Spyro.” She replied

I love you…


A/N:Sorry if its a rough read, copied and pasted and didn't keep any of the formatting or paragraph spacing, and if anyone knows how to maintain it I would be most grateful


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#2 Mar 19, 2009 10:34 PM

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Re: Understanding (SpyorCynder)

Wow! I read all of it. Great Job! I love the passion between Spyro and Cynder.

Please continue this story smile I want to hear ALOT more.

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