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Hey this is my second story and my first self edited one. This isn't my main project but i will still try to churn out chapters of this where i can. i really enjoyed writing this and will continue to do so with your support :D All characters besides my own go to their respectful owners. Hope you enjoy this and if you spot any mistakes please do point them out. All constructive criticism is appreciated and if you want to get in touch my KIK is in my profile. Please follow and favourite for more, once more enjoy the read and i hope to hear from you with feedback. - S&K Scrawlings (KTillBillie)


Chapter 1 – Rising at Dawn

A golden sun rose from its horizon-laid mattress over a new world. The fissures that severed the earth had receded into themselves, leaving only sparse surface cracks in the wake of the destruction of the dark lord Malefor. The morning glaze of sunshine honeyed the new land, blessed with a second chance by the very same dragon that lay: eyes close and bleeding, beside a perfectly mirroring lake, only being disturbed by the ripples created by a frantic black dragoness who buzzed back and forth, wetting the wounds of the purple dragon: not only in the lakes water but her own tears as well.

"Spyro!" a quavering voice once more echoed through his thoughts, confusing the purple one who meandered along the void of his mind. "I'm not ready yet, don't go!" the voice wailed, begging the blissfully naïve dragon to break from his adventures of nothingness. "I've not a clue what it's talking about, I don't plan on going anywhere. It's nice here: no war, no fire, no draining feeling, I don't need to worry here." Thought the semi-conscious tendril of thought, as it continued to list across the planes of Limbo residing in his own head, "Here I don't need to take care of myself, or the realm or Sparx, or…" it rambled to itself, beginning to regain the ability to rationalise with itself "I don't have to take care of… I don't haveCYNDER!" yelled Spyro, breaking from his tightrope walk across death itself by waking from his precarious slumber. "SPYRO!" was his reply, being grappled and grasped with, being checked of all signs of life before she could truly believe it was him. "I thought you were… I thought I'd have to… WE DID IT!" breaking herself from a self-loathing drone, usually a feet beyond her own, in favour of latching onto Spyro in a short lived hug, until he spewed a thin but steady stream of blood onto her back.

"We need to get you somewhere to get you patched up now." Said Cynder in a commanding voice, she waited only for a half nod from Spyro before taking him on her already bloody back and rising above the canopy, using her wind element more than her wings, to scout for what could be a form of shelter. Her emerald eyes spotted a small alcove within a hillside, where they would be relatively undisturbed; taking off towards the cave she was able to take in the brief sights of what looked like Avalar around her. The trees blushed a lush green and the river that flowed through them reflected this, giving the forest a green, emanating glow from within, granting an air of life and prosperity to the overall land. Beyond that however, lay a scorched and desolate plain, touched by the belt of fire once, but no more. There Cynder could see Malefor's ex-minions, lurking and scrambling across the charred black soil. There they fought for but scraps to feed off, making Cynder wander when they would come for what Avalar could gift them, should they take it.

Touching down within the cave Cynder quickly set about work, using her poison breath to dress and treat Spyro's wounds, preventing infection in a specialised and talented manor. "These will hold you together for now." She declared, lathering the purple lizard with her gaze. She at first admired her handy-work, leaf formed bandages gave a green accent to his purple scales: purple scales that she couldn't help but glance over once or twice, taking in their royal gleam and filling her with emotions best described as self-value. His tint gave her rest from her constant worries of inadequacy and failure to those she held dear: Spyro here being the one she held closer than any and all others. These lapses in action gave her time to ponder, had he heard what she said? Would he return her gesture? "Cliché beyond the point of reason." She scolded herself for having such simple emotions, ones she denied not but still resented for their utter predictability. Giving in to her insatiable longing she did something she knew she may later regret and crawled in between the limbs of the snoozing drake, to feel his heart beat against hers and let the rise and fall of his chest caress her into an early morning repose.

A white light emanated in his chest, filling his being with confidence and gusto. The light within began to grow and spread, making him feel proud and contented with himself, but as it grew he began to hear whispers and disdainful presences judge and attempt to put out the glowing orb. He pushed them far from him and lost his feeling of fullness, they were far away and he was isolated. The orb was all he had so he treasured it, nurturing it within him against all the words that the judgemental presence besieged him with. The orb grew until he himself was a shining ball of light: he lost his feeling of confidence and plummeted into worry and fear, "They should have helped me. Where are they now?" the voices didn't come, instead they became scared and resentful:

"Be gone fool!" they bellowed. Then he was alone, completely alone this time. Nothing but the light that he feared was with him, even that began to consume him. As he lamented his existence a figure could be seen walking towards him. Once it reached his sight he saw himself, dark and corrupted by convexity. "Remember me?"

Spyro awoke with a start, feeling attentive towards the mass of scales nestled in his arms, cosy and warm it nuzzled into him, contented with the world, and all it was, in the mind of the innocent little bundle that he protected with his muscular hold. "Cynder…" he said aloud before nestling his head into her shoulder and loosing himself in her scent and his thoughts. "Maybe I wasn't hearing things after all…" Spyro mused to himself, perhaps only looking for a cheery thought to ease the aches of his wounds. However this was a thought that he knew would push him further than he could ever have gone before. "To the end of the world and back, for you…"


Hi again! Hope you had fun with that, more on the way as i don't need to rely on my editor for this one (also means i have to take blame for being late D: ). Follow and favourite, review and message me if your interested in doing art or if you're just curious. For all of you who're in this with me I'll do all i can to get back to you and help you out as well should you need it. Much love SEE-YA! - S&K Scrawlings (KTillBillie)