The air was thick with dust and hot with ash, but they had survived. They had defeated Malfore and the war finally looked like it could be at its end…
but our heroes were still in a cave far from Warfang, Avalar, or even the swamp Spyro and Sparx grew up in. No Spyro and Cynder were in the cave where Malfore had died mere moments ago. But they weren't celebrating or crying or doing anything really.
Spyro was near death and Cynder was barely awake. They had drained far more power than they truly had to save the world, and now here they were Spyro passed out and Cynder ready to join him.
But of course Cynder wasn't going to die without making sure Spyro lived and if she could, even make Spyro truly aware of her love. She like most believes words are cheap. And if hers weren't even heard well then she wasn't sure she could handle saying them again without knowing if he would love her or if he would walk away and take someone else.
So she put him on her back and flew. She flew like the terror of the skies she was known as and… she wasn't strong enough she could see the light she could feel the warmth of the magma but she couldn't reach it. Expecting to fall she said a few select words for the dragon she never thought would here them.
"I'm sorry I couldn't prove my love to you before our death." Little did she know that fate had other things in mind for them and Spyro had seemed to be possessed. Awake but possessed. He called upon the earth for help and the cave built a small ledge for them to land on. as he landed he Swiftly jumped up and as he touched the burnt soil of the earth he collapsed.
He awoke a couple hours later to Cynder cooking them some food she found while Spyro was passed out.
"I'm cooking some venison, I'm not as good with a fire as you so I can't make anything special. Spyro grew a grin and simply stated "I don't mind, and I couldn't eat anything special right now anyways, I'm too hungry."
Cynder swiftly but effectively took the meat off her skewer mad out of bones, likely from enemies they had killed just hours ago. But funnily enough it was still the best meal Spyro had ever tasted and he complimented her on it as he finished. "This is the best meal I've ever eaten!"
Cynder expecting a completely different response simply asked if he wanted some of hers to witch he declined knowing she was just trying to be polite and make sure he wasn't hungry even to her own expense.
After Cynder finished they decided to head back to Warfang, As they took off Cynder noticed that Spyro seemed to where more of a glistening smile than ever to witch she simply thought to herself that he would be hers even if it killed her.
Spyro didn't get out of the noticing things category either he noticed curves that seemed so perfect. He noticed how she seemed to sway her hips and tail to an unheated rhythm as she walked and he found himself wanting nothing more than to see more of her.
What did they call this feeling? Lust? Maybe. He didn't get much time to dwell on that before they had to start flying instead and although he was slightly disappointed to here this he did notice that they could take off the snake jeweled necklace pieces whenever they wanted.
Though he chose not to say anything figuring that if he could stay connected to her forever he would be happy as can be. During there flight witch they expected to take about a week to complete they stopped and Spyro said something life changing out of the blue "I want to spend the rest of eternity with you." Cynder was ecstatic to here this and she chose to take this opportunity to kiss him and he didn't retreat or blush. No he simply pushed back and she felt so much pride to know that even if he didn't say it. He loved her and he was willing to spend his life with her.
This would be a beginning of something that she hoped could last for at least while. little did she know that once Warfang became the sprawling city it once was, witch would only take a couple months thanks to the moles dedication. there lives would change whether for better or worse. she didn't know.