I couldn't really think of a good introduction so I'll jump right to it. This is my first chapter I have ever written, so please tell me how I did.
It had only been a day since the Dark Master was defeated. The two young heroes, Spyro and Cynder, were flying through a forest after escaping the volcano, trying to cover as much ground as possible to get as close as they could to Warfang. Finally, they decided to land and wait until morning.
Cynder groaned, "My wings are killing me."
"Mine too," Spyro admitted. "How about we get some food?" His stomach growled.
Hearing this, Cynder smiled, "All right," she was hungry too.
They both went to work; Spyro went to search for something to eat while Cynder gathered wood for a fire. Cynder had already set up the sticks, when Spyro retuned with a deer that he had already skinned. He put it over the fire and after about half an hour later they were eating it. It was then that Cynder noticed the sunset and asked Spyro,
"Nice sunset isn't it, Spyro?"
"Mmm- hmm." He replied, his mouth full.
After they finished they decided to rest for the next day, they lay down next to each other, just inches apart. Cynder scooted closer to Spyro for his warmth. He blushed, but stayed where he was, after a moment he whispered,
"Good night," but released that Cynder was already asleep. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off.