Ember sat upon a small slope overlooking Dragon Village. The grass curled around her paws and the cool evening breeze swirled around her. The setting sun's golden rays flooded the scene, making it appear more beautiful.
She didn't see Flame approach, until he sat right next to her and stared at the sunset.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Ember," Flame whispered.
"Yes, it is," Ember whispered back. She sighed.
"But Spyro would never have noticed it. He would have never sat next to me either…unlike you. You came over and sat with me."
Flame smiled at her. She smiled back. Their faces became closer. But her smile faded and she turned away.
"Spyro really likes you Ember, he's just is scared to admit it," Flame said.
"Spyro, the legendary purple dragon…scared! I don't think so!" Ember said exclaimed, laughing. There was a long pause, until Flame finally spoke.
"You look beautiful, Ember," he said.
Ember stared at him with her light blue eyes, but spoke not a word.
"Thank you," she whispered, blushing. Flame's smile grew even wider.
"Is what you say true? Y'know, that Spyro loves me?" Ember asked.
"Every word of it," whispered Flame. They stared deeply into each other's eyes and Flame suddenly felt an overwhelming love for her and hugged her and didn't want to let go. To his surprise, Ember hugged him back. Tears of joy dribbled down Flame's face.
They parted and once again stared deeply into each other's eyes.
"I love you," Flame whispered.
"I love you too," Ember whispered.
The closed their eyes and both shared a long passionate kiss, as the moon began to rise.