Hey everyone. It's been a little while since I finished Red Dawn, but this is the sequel. Hopefully I'll be able to update this a lot faster than the previous story. This story will become M-rated in the future, but not for a while. So, for now, it shall be T.

Also, if anyone new here wants a beta-reader, I'm normally available. I'm a grammar Nazi, so I like stories with proper grammar

*glares at the illiterate writers on the archive


It was three months since Spyro had died.

Cyclone woke up in the now familiar room. She had been living there ever since the day she was taken from the Dragon Realms. She sighed, looking down at the bed she was lying on. Her stomach growled, but she had no intention of eating. She had been like that ever since she came her.

She sat up on the bed, a single tear dropping onto the sheets. She had cried for hours after Spyro died, and had spent all her time in the room, not leaving it for anything. She lowered her head, leaving it drooping from her shoulders. She sniffed, still trying to come to terms with what had happened.

I could've helped him. I just stood there and watched.

A part of her mind argued back at her. You couldn't have helped him. If Cynder was too strong for him, she was too strong for you.

Cyclone was undeterred. I could have tried. But no, I didn't even try.

The other part of her mind growled at her. It seemed to appear on the mirror on the wall across the room. You could have tried, and what? You would've been killed...

She growled at herself. If I was killed, at least I'd be with Spyro. Why don't I just do it now? I've got nothing. Nobody cares about me.

Her other side seemed to pull itself out of the mirror. What about Lucien?

Cyclone looked over at the sleeping dragon. Lucien doesn't care for me. You know that as well as me.

The ghostlike form of Cyclone's body stared at her. Of course he cares for you. If he didn't, why would he have taken you from the Dragon Realms. If he hadn't, you would've been left in a barren wasteland.

She glared at herself. No, he's only done this to torture me. He knew I liked Spyro, so he took me away from him.

Her mind sighed. Took you away from his body. And anyway, why would he let you sleep in his room if he didn't care about you?

"Stop it. Just... stop it..." She whispered, though in her head it was a shout. I can't stay here, and I can't go back. So my only option is to die. Then, I'll be happy.

Would Spyro want you to do this? Her mind tried to argue with her, but she wouldn't listen. Cyclone turned to face the sleeping Lucien. She knew that when he woke up, she would be dead. She didn't care how he reacted to that, only thinking about Spyro. She brought the tip of her tail to her neck, pausing for a moment. She looked at the ceiling for a minute, tears streaking her face.

"I'll be there soon, Spyro." She sighed, and looked down at Lucien. "I'm sorry. I can't stay here without hurting..." She brought the tip of her tail towards the scales on her neck, slowly putting pressure on them, hoping to either puncture them or break her neck.

It was at that point that Lucien's eyes opened. He had been awake for a while, listening intently to Cyclone. He lunged at her, swiping her tail away. He growled, holding her down on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Cyclone struggled to free herself from under him. "I don't belong here. I should be dead..."

Lucien nuzzled her. "What are you talking about? I'm not just letting you kill yourself after saving you from Cynder."

Cyclone moved away as far as she could. "Haven't you thought that I might not want to be saved? Nobody can understand... Nobody cares..."

Lucien sighed. "If nobody cared then I are you here? Why would I be talking to you now? If nobody cared you would be dead."

Cyclone stayed silent, sniffing. Tears were still running down onto the bed from her eyes.

Lucien nuzzled her neck comfortingly. "I know you miss Spyro, but you can't keep living like this. You have to put him behind you eventually. I know I can never make up for him, but I still care about you..."

Cyclone looked at him, her eyes stinging from tears. She was silent, but leant into his muzzle. She whimpered slightly, but had stopped crying. She looked up at Lucien and sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking..."

Lucien hushed her. "Don't be... It wasn't your fault." He paused and looked towards the door for a moment. "I understand what you're going through. I'll help you. Just don't try anything like that again."

Cyclone smiled for the first time since Spyro had died. She pushed Lucien off her lightly and sat up on the bed. Lucien sat beside her and wrapped a wing around her. He again leaned in to nuzzle her neck. Cyclone turned her head to look at him. "Thanks..."

Lucien chuckled. "It's my pleasure..."


Not a 1k word chapter, but my first chapters are always the shortest. I enjoyed writing that, it managed to come out the same way as I thought it would. I hope to get the next chapter out soon.

The Silent Stranger,

Souls of Fury