Just a little something something I put together out of boredom, and a tribute to evil cynder. Enjoy!~

.:XOXOX:.

EMBER P.O.V

Cold. Freezing. Black.

Black scales invade my mind. I can't take her constant torture.

She really is the puppet of Malefor. The Terror of the skies. The black beast.

He doesn't think that.

He doesn't know her.

She doesn't even know herself. What she's capible of. What she does to other dragons.

What she does to me.

She hurts me. She beats me. She hates me.

Never in my life have I been this hurt.

I try to hide my worry. My sadness. My frustration. My anger.

It never works. What's the point anyways?

She just pushes me down.

Cynder.

Why?

Why do you hurt me?

Why do you insist I'm a bad dragon?

For stealing him?

I never stole him.

He chose me.

I couldn't help it.

You don't know me, nor him.

He loves me, for I am not a torturing, hellish beast that wishes to kill other dragons for fun.

I'm not like that.

I have always been a sweet, little, pink dragoness of the Dragon Village.

Nothing more. Only living on how I live. Ignoring the one's like you.

But, you still seem to bring me pain.

You beat me up constantly for things you say I did, when I didn't.

Why?

Why do you hate me?

I thought we were best friends.

I thought we were like sisters.

I guess things change. But, for you, they change on a whole new level.

It horrifies me. All the time. And you always hide it from Spyro.

Spyro's so clueless because of you.

Everyone thinks you're innocent and you were sorry for everything you did.

Ha.

Never would you be sorry.

I wanna tell them. But, you said you would kill me.

But, I'm one step ahead.

You can't find me. You don't know what's coming Cynder.

I will expose you for the demon you are.

For the trouble you've caused.

For the pain and suffering I have to feel everyday because of you.

You will no longer win against me.

I have dragons who will defend me. Even Spyro.

Sure, he may not believe it at first, but he will.

I will show him the real you.

And you will be sorry.

Sorry you ever decided to mess with little-miss pinky.

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SPYRO'S P.O.V

I-I can't believe it.

That she was like this all along.

Hurting my friends.

Lying to me.

Killing other inoccent dragons and saying it wasn't her fault.

I never would've thought she, out of all dragons, would do this.

It hurts to know that my best friend, my partner, my love, would do this to me.

I thought Ember was lying. But, she wasn't.

B-but, why?

I thought that all of her darkness was gone.

All of her troubles were whisped away when we killed Malefor.

But...

Apparently it was all a lie.

She even told me she loved me.

Was that a lie?

Was it!

No.

No. It couldn't be.

...Could it...

I don't even know anymore.

I don't feel like a hero.

Infact, I feel like this was all my fault. I'm so sorry Ember.

I didn't think she would do this.

I'm terrible for denying you at first.

Can you forgive me?

Please?

I don't want you to be put through this again.

I don't wanna see others be hurt. Others suffer and die.

I wouldn't be a hero if I let that happen.

I'm not a hero.

For letting Cynder turn up this way.

.:XOXOX:.

CYNDER'S P.O.V

Oh, God.

They all hate me.

That pink bitch ratted me out.

Now, even Spyro hates me.

Everyone hates me.

They all should burn in hell.

Burn.

I'm Malefor's puppet, and the forever-lasting darkness inside of me will always say that.

I love the feeling of darkness.

It makes me feel like I have power over those who think less of me.

Less of what I can do to them.

I only released it on Ember.

She was a weak target anyways.

So, it didn't matter weather she got hurt or not.

She still wouldn't tell.

She'd be to scared.

Knowing I would kill her skinny ass.

But, all that matters is me, now.

I'm in chains.

In prison.

I'm a prisoner in my own home.

Everyone was right about me.

I'm terrible.

I'm a monster.

Even Spyro thinks so.

Everyone does.

It's all Ember's Goddamn fault.

Thanks Ember...

Thanks for making me realize what my true purpose of living is.

Killing.

Murdering.

Torturing.

Hurting.

How did I not realize it before?

It's my talent. My sixth sense. My job.

To make others feel pain!

But, there is just one, teensie, little problem.

I'm in chains.

I can't do anything.

I'm slowly dying in this cell.

No food.

No water.

No clean air.

Other dragons making me feel like shit.

But, they learned the hard way.

They learned the hard way indeed.

I'm gonna get out of here, Ember.

I'm going to find you.

I'm going to kill you.

Look out.

The Terror of the Skies is back.

A/N: It was a tribute to evil Cynder. I always liked evil cynder better anyways! Review plz!