Cynder was laying in a soft silk bed, her tail wrapped around two black eggs. One was Pure Black with faint blue lighning style bolts on it. The other was blue-black, like it's mom. The pain and turmoil of laying her eggs was over. Spyro stood next to Cynder, looking at the eggs he had helped to create. "Spyro? Are you going to stare at them till they hatch? You'd be staring for about three weeks," Cynder said. "Sorry, Cynder. I just can't belive we have kids now! We're so young, but we've created young ourselves!" Spyro exclaimed. "Yes, Spyro, I know, but, it has to gappen, if eggs weren't laid, all the dragons would die off, leaving only memories," Cynder said. Spyro sighed. Someone knocked at their door. "Come in!" Cynder shouted. Hunter stepped into the room. "I heard you have egss," Hunter said. "Yes, we do," Spyro said proudly. "So Sparx wan't messing around," hunter said. "Sparx told you? He must be exited about new baby's to play with," Spyro said. Cynder giggled. "I'll leave you two with your eggs now," Hunter said. "Thanks for stopping by!" Cynder called. Then the door shut.