This is my first fanfic. Please go easy and no flamers. I do not own Spyro or Cynder but Comet and Nebula are my characters. Thank you! :)
This is a mix of both Spyro and Cynder's points of view.
Soaring through the air so high,
I look out and see an endless sky!
I see the stars shining threw the night,
I look to him and once more take flight!
She is so graceful flying through the air,
Gliding and diving without a single care.
Together we glide through this silvery night,
Till the dawn's first beam of light.
Once more we do roam,
Towards our beloved home.
Back to the nest,
Where our beloved egg rests.
The time for it to hatch is soon,
It begins to tremble around noon.
The egg finally hatches with a suprise,
Out comes two pairs of eyes.
Both are purple, yellow and small,
But too purple dragons can this happen at all?
Cynder looks to me and says with a grin,
"Well I guess we have a pair of twin."
Spyro replies,
"My darling look at their eyes."
I look and see,
That she has eyes just like me.
The other however,
Has the eyes of his father.
"The girl we'll call Nebula for the stars we saw last night",
Cynder says "it just feels right!"
"The boy we will name Comet for his eyes that blaze bright,"
Spyro states "like the comet we saw when we where wed that night."
So with the names chosen and the dragonlings at rest,
The new parents proudly snuggled down in the nest.
A few weeks past,
And the young ones grew quite fast.
The twins took to each other,
As well as you could hope for a sister and brother.
They where each others the best friend,
Through every curve and bend.
When they took their first flight,
They were as graceful as their mom much to their delight!
They where strong and powerful too,
Like their dad, it's true.
Comet controlled fire, ice, earth, and lightning,
But his sister couldn't do any of those things.
Nebula's powers where those of the night,
With wind, poison, shadow and fear she gave many quite a fright.
Though they weren't equal with powers or skill,
Both still loved each other with all their will.
They loved their parents dearly too,
There wasn't a day spent with them that they would rue.
They all loved the the thrill of flight,
Which they did together every night.
Though they grew up and flew away,
Comet and Nebula always would say...
"Whenever we fly where ever we roam,
When our wings touch the sky we are reminded of home."