I know what I need to do. Just get out of here, Cynder.

Spyro, no! You don't have to do anything. Let's just go.

Where, Cynder? There'll be nothing left. The world's breaking apart. But I think I can stop it; I think I'm meant to.

Then I'm with you … I love you.

Spyro woke with a start. The first thing he noticed was an abnormally strong headache. After the pain subsided, he began looking at his surroundings: he was lying in a field of high grass, no trees whatsoever; the only thing you could see was the silhouette of the dragon temple far away in the northeast. Next he noticed the black dragoness lying next to him, breathing softly.

A soft smile found its way on his face as he remembered what happened before everything became a blur.

'Cynder said that she loved me' he thought happily.

The purple dragon's mind was flooded with questions: How did they get there? What will happen now? What is he supposed to do? And what will become of him and Cynder?

Sure she said that she loved him and he was attracted to her since the moment he rescued her about three years ago, but who is going to make the first step now?

He decided that it would be him; he still had to voice his feelings, so why shouldn't he be the one to make the important first step to start their relationship.

Suddenly she began to stir and slowly opened her eyes.

"Spyro?" she asked softly "Did we make it?"

"Yes, Cyn, we made it. Malefor is not going to come back." He answered as he got up, slowly rising to his hind legs, spreading his wings.

"Cyn?" She asked with a small laugh "Since when do you call me pet names, oh great purple one" she mocked him.

"Well, since you confessed your undying love for me", he decided that two could play that game.

Cynder's face began to darken.

"You're mean", she shot back. She was really cute as he looked at her pouting face.

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two.

"So…." Spyro started not really sure how to begin, "you meant what you said back there?"

"Y-yes", the black dragoness could have hit herself, she was stuttering like some girly.

"Well… shit I don't have a clue how to say that, but I kind of ….. *mumbles*…."

"What was that? I didn't hear you" her heart was pounding in her chest. Was he going to accept her feelings or was he going to blow her off?

"I said I *mumbles*….." was it really this hard? He just had to say three damn words! Mentally kicking himself he took a deep breath and tried again.

"I… I … aw shit… I love you too, Cyn." A giant stone vanished from both of their hearts. Cynder shot up and pounded her purple friend? Mate? What exactly they now were to each other could be discussed later. They began to kiss clumsily, which ended in almost lapping at each other, due to their lack of experience in that field. After a couple of minutes they broke away from each other staring at each other's eyes, panting. Violet met green and for the first time they felt truly at peace.

"Wow", was all our purple hero could say at the moment.

"Well, does this make us mates?" Cynder asked unsure how to proceed. Neither she nor Spyro learned something about the social lives of dragons. All they were taught was how to fight.

"I don't know, Cyn." He slowly answered. "But there is one thing I know: my instincts tell me that this is right so I would like you to be my mate, if you're okay with this."

"Well I guess that we are mates then." She said, looking shyly looking at her mate, who was still lying below her. "Should we go back to the temple? I mean the others are probably worrying about us."

"Yeah, you're right. Sparx is going to be pissed when he finds out that we're together", he chuckled "But they can wait some more", and with that he rolled over taking Cynder below him and started making out with her again, but this time he took the dominance.

At the same time at the dragon temple:

"I swear, if that evil witch doesn't bring my bro back in one piece, because he had to save her ass, I'm going to rip her apart", Sparx was yelling for 2 hours straight now. The dragon elders decided to leave him so that he can cool off a bit, but they were also worrying about the two young dragons: it had been two days now since Malefor was defeated and the world was repaired by the purples powers, but there was still no sign of the two.

"Well, you can calm down now, young dragonfly. They will come here before you know it and I'm sure that the purple one is ok", Terrador said calmly. He took the role of the guardians' leader after they couldn't find Ignitus anywhere, which meant that he was probably dead. Losing his best friend took its toll on the green dragon. But he would find young Spyro and his friend und bring them back. He just had to find his best friends son so that his own soul could find peace.

But unfortunately he and the other guardians had to stay at the temple in case that some of the dragons returned who went into hiding when Malefor's forces attacked the temple, since this was the first place they would go, looking for the leaders of their kin hoping they survived the dark master's reign of terror. And this was eating on the guardian of earth's insides.

Volteer, who was unusually silent spoke up "Terrador, my friend you really shouldn't worry about the two young ones. They-"

"Not now, Volteer. I don't want to hear your rambling. I want to be able to look into Ignitus' eyes when I go to the other side"

"But Terra-"

"He said that you should shut your damn trap!" Cyril hissed.

"Bu-"

"Shut up!" the master of ice shouted.

"BUT THEY'RE COMING HERE LOOK OUTSIDE DUMBASS! THAT'S ALL I WANTED TO SAY!" the now agitated electric guardian hollered back.

"Why didn't you say that form the beginning?" Terrador asked, slightly fuming.

"You know that I like to express myself with more than just simple words, my talking is art! But you two will never understand something that beautiful und artistic", the yellow dragon replied.

"You're just stupid that's all you-"

"I hope you're not mad that we interrupt you, Cyril, but I just want to say that Cynder and me are back" And there our hero was, standing close to his black scaled mate, greeting the 3 guardians and his "brother".

"Spyro, you did it! You saved our realm. You know Ignitus would've been proud of you!" Terrador exclaimed as he slowly walked over to the purple chosen.

"Thanks, Terrador. But I wouldn't have made it if Cynder would not have been there."

"C'mon, bro! You give that witch too much credit-"

"Sparx please shut it. You know that she never was really evil. It was all Malefor's fault. And most importantly: leave my mate alone, ok?" Spyro shot back. While his brother was ranting he had put his wing around Cynder in a protective way.

The dragonfly's jaw fell down like it was made of lead.

"Y-y-you a-an-and h-her?!" was all that he managed to get out.

"Well, congratulation's young dragon. You've chosen a strong mate", Terrador congratulated, the other guardians following suit.

"So what do we do now that the evil is defeated for now?" the black dragoness asked.

"We're going to find other dragons that survived these dark times. And there your new mission begins: I, Cyril and Volteer have to stay at the temple, to welcome any of our kind who return here, so you have to look for other's who can't find the way because they were still eggs like you at the time of the raid and others who don't know that we survived."

"We will never have a moment for ourselves here, hm? Ok Cyn and I will go tomorrow in the morning; we want a little bit of rest. Could you please tell Sparx that he can tag along, when he snaps out of his paralysis?" and with that the two lovebirds made their way to one of the rooms further down in the temple.

I hope you liked it. This is my second attempt at a story, so I would like some feedback: Should I stop? Or is there a chance that I will become a decent writer?