Hello people. I am going to try a Spyro story. If you have any tips (or anything, I'm clueless!!!!) I would accept with open arms!!

Chapter 1 seven years later…

Cynder stared at the wall of her small room. It was seven years after the fall of Malfor, and her freedom. She lived in the dragon temple now. And she lives in this dirty small closet. She helped there purple savior take down Malfor… And charred his ass a few times…sooo much for savior… Her room was a closet, now it had a desk and a quill for all her writing needs.

Oh, so this is their thanks…said Cynders thought, darkness controlled half her thoughts, We should kill them all… burn the temple to the ground… watch as scales burn into black ashes…

Um, Cynder thought back, never, they were the only ones who took us in, with out them we would be dead, or worse, I would be you again.

It was Spyro who saved us… with out him, we would take this temple with shear force. Think about it, girl, if we just kill the purple fool we could take the temple with such ease…then we will focus on the larger picture… creating an army and crushing anybody everything or anything in our pat…

"I really need to go for a swim." Cynder said suddenly. Were you even listing?!?! (Sigh) Notice, no one would see, black dirt against black scales. But since I know you are not listening, you need a guidance, since you can't leave alone…… NO, I flat out REFUSE for you to ask him…Cynder smiled at the thought of bathing with Spyro. She noticed her wrong, and shook it off. What was wrong with her?

Too late. She jumped out in the hall, the torches lit the stone wall as she took two flights of stairs and went to the third door on the right. Cynder opened the door. Spyros room was large and circular in shape. He also had large windows shaped as moons. Other then that the room was empty except for a large bed in the corner of the room. And the slumbering beast on top of the bed was the good ol' purple savior, Spyro himself.

Sooooooooo much for our hero, drooling on his pure white pillow.

"SPYRO!" Cynder roared in Spyros ear.

"Hmm…What? Who? Cynder? How's it going? Watch out for the purple sheep, I'll get em' though, I'll get em'……" (Snore.)

"Spyro, I need to take a swim, and I can't leave alone. Can you come?" Cynder asked.

"Huh, yhea, sure, five minutes, purple sheep…" Spyro stammered.

"Spyro, you have been sleeping for about eighteen hours plus, isn't time you don't sleep seventy five percent of the day?" Cynder replied

"Fine, I'll go." Spyro drowsily stepped of his bed and stared at Cynder, Spyro sure looked older. Well duh, it's been seven years, Cynder thought. "What?" Spyro noticed Cynder staring at him.

"Uh nothing. Let's get going," Cynder said quickly. Spyro yawned loudly, and spread out his wings. He flapped them down hard once and went airborne. Cynder joined him and leapt up too. Soon they flew out the window, and flew in the new mornings pink new sky. Spyro, Cynder thought, you look so majestic in the morning sky. Oh, how she did love this. No, Cynder thought again, Why am I now seeing Spyro like this? Why?

There. The woods that surrounded the temple, were as thick as the hide of a yeti. Soon there was a small clearing to the west of them. They flew there and landed gracefully.

"Do what you need to do, I'm going back to sleep." Spyro said. Cynder sighed, swooped down, creating a tidal wave, splashing a mountain of water on him.

"JEEZE, that's cold…" Spyro shivered, as Cynder gave him a thumbs up.

Suddenly Spyro turned his head around.

"What is it?" Cynder asked, afloat on her back.

"I heard something…" Spyro said, "it must have been the wind. So tell me, are you still living in that dirty closet? I'll ask Ignitus if he could get you a bett…"

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed by, straight into Spyros shoulder.

"Dammit," Spyro cursed as he bit into the wood shaft and tried to take it out, but left the arrow head in. Cynders eye's widened as she saw red blood clash against his purple scales. "Show your self!" Spyro roared. Cynder jumped out of the lake, teeth bared, ready to take on Malfor himself. Three orc's jumped out from the bush, bearing small swords. Bandits, obviously. Cynder growled angrily, as dark steam erupted from her nostrils. Spyros mouth opened wide, as a crack of lighting shot out, hitting the chest of the first orc, killing him instantly.

"If you do not want to end up like your friend here, then I suggest you leave right now." Spyro said darkly, striking terror into their very souls. One bandit took a step forward, and said, "Never, lizard. We were sent to kill you." Maybe they were more then bandits, but too sloppy to be assasin's.

The orc's charged, they held their sword's high. Cynder opened her mouth and sent out a billowing cloud of dark. The closet orc was hit, he rubbed his eye's feircly to only see the black dragoness jump on him and bit his throat. Cynder tasted his thick orc blood. Cynder remembered the taste of fresh, salty, blood. The orc managed to shriek before death took him. Cynder dug more into his neck. Soon she bit the bone, and splintered it into many pieces.

"Cynder, let go." Spyro said. Cynder lifted her head to see the other orc dead. She looked down to see the bloody mess she made. Her dark eye's widened as she rushed to the lake. Cynder looked down to see her reflection. All her teeth were stained red with blood, so was her snout. Cynder raised her paw high and struck the reflection, shattering it into a million pieces.

"Cynder," Spyro said softly as he approached her slowly. Cynder turned around quickly and roared. Spyro stepped forward, making Cynder wings straight out and this made her look bigger. She roared again shaking every bone in Spyro's body.

Screw this, Cynder thought as she jumped up an became airborne. She rose higher and higher, until Spyro was the size of an ant. He never took his eye of her though. He stared at her solemnly.

Well what do you think? Don't own Spyro, but if I did, it would ROCK!!!