Live for Him

IT'S CYNDER'S FIGHT NOW

Right, thenThis is what you've been waiting for. I don't own anything to do with Spyro, blah blah blah, let's get this party started.

"She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not." Spyro was walking to the store, counting his steps as if picking petals off of a sunflower. The rings in his wing membranes gave a slight pull as he executed each step. Beside him, fans watched the young dragon in love walk to the supermarket. Spyro smirked. Fans. They were everywhere. In the street, at home, everywhere. Today, he found some people with purple and gold body paint standing on top of his brand-new Audi R8, screaming "We love Spyro! We love Spyro!" Heck, he even had to call to get a police barricade set up for this trip thirty minutes in advance. He was on "She loves me" when the crowd just randomly started booing. He turned to see what it was.

Cynder.

Spyro was struck breathless. Cynder tended to do that to him. Every time he saw those stunning black scales with that arrow on her forehead, he couldn't help but think, Wow.

Cynder noticed this and was thinking the exact same thing about him. But she had more control over herself and kept walking a bit, play-ignoring him, until she finally stopped a little to his right. "How's it goin'?" she asked, smiling.

"Uhh, fl-fi-fine," Spyro responded, stuttering. His cheeks turned slightly red as he thought about how he couldn't even get a word out.

"Hmm, good. Glad to hear that."

Spyro composed himself. "Thanks. Wanna hang out on the balcony tonight? I hear it's a real great view if you're all the way rested. Plus," he whispered, "there's hardly anyone up there, 'coz it's like all secure 'n stuff so nobody gets crowded. Besides, there's that real great cafe..."

"Oh, yes!" Cynder responded enthusiastically. It took all she had not to jump around screaming.

"Sweet," Spyro grinned. "Nine tonight?"

"Okay." Spyro continued on his way to the supermarket. Cynder turned a corner and started sprinting. She had to get ready. It was already five, and she had so much to do it was crazy. She got home and started sifting through her drawers, trying to find the right gem to match her eyes. She wasn't one of those girls that went nuts with makeup and perfume. It took her an hour and a half to find the right one. Then she had to sharpen her horns to exactly the same sharpness. Then she had to find her high-alt mask and make sure it was as shiny and black as her scales. She didn't bother with the badgestrap or the guns. After all, they weren't on a mission. They were on a date.

No, not a date, she reminded herself as she ran out the door. He's simply taking me out to dinner.

Somehow, she had beat Spyro to the balcony. She took the time to stare into the night sky. The stars shone bright. Bright like gems held up to a light. Bright like the sun. Bright like-

Spyro walked up to her, taking a moment to look at her as she observed peacefully. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's lovely," she responded.

The pair just sat for a while, observing the galaxy. Out here, the view of the sky was excellent. Sometimes Cynder would come out here, just stare into infinity. She wondered what else was out there. Who else was out there. What if they were the only ones in this galaxy? What if they weren't? What if?

That brought her to her next question. "See anything?"

"Nope. But it doesn't feel too good."

Spyro couldn't quite get rid of the uneasy feeling in his stomach, so he decided to bury his thoughts in Cynder for a while. It was hard not to when she was around. Her black skin glistened in the moonlight like fresh rain. On top of that, the silver arrow on her forehead shone a light only rivaled by a spotlight. Cynder noticed his gaze and blushed. She could never lose that strange feeling she had for Spyro. Never being able to think about anything but him. Never being happy outside of his arms. She was addicted to him. Sure, she had had these feelings before, but never as strongly as she had now. When she served the Dark Master, she used to think about him a lot, but not as much as this. Looking at the rain falling softly, she put two and two together. "Spyro," she said, her voice quivering.
"Yeah?" The young dragon responded, hoping beyond hope she had shared the same feelings as he had for her.
"I love you."

So there you have it. The first chapter of Live for Him: It's Cynder's Fight Now. Sorry if you expected a fight; I'm using the first one and a half chapters as build-ups so you can understand Cynder's heartbreak when she gets separated from Spyro. R&R!