Cynder: Wings of Sky

by The Friendly Space Marine

What if Cynder's egg didn't come from the grotto? What if the prophesied wings of sky wasn't dead? What if Cynder and the wings of sky are one and the same? Join Cynder in the tragic tale that has been her life story and her journey to find peace from her troubled past.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A Scream in the Night

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in the Wings of Fire or the Legend of Spyro series but I do own any and all original characters in this story.

A piercing shriek. It faded off only to be replaced by a sickening 'thud'.

The rust-coloured dragon who came crawling out from among the rocks at the base of the mountain knew that voice all too well. She fought to keep her despair at bay.

Then she saw it; an ice-white dragon sprawled lifelessly upon the ground, a dark red pool around his skull. Curse it all. She should've gone instead. She wouldn't have been caught a second time.

And beside the fallen IceWing, something that drove her failing spirit even lower. A crimson dragonet, barely a hatchling, lying dead amid the fragments of what had once been its egg. She grimaced. It was scene all too familiar to her.

She turned her head at the sound of wingbeats in the sky above, only to see Burn and a retinue of her guards take flight. So Burn had done this.

Part of her wanted to scream in anger at the skies above, cursing fate for being so cruel. But the more pragmatic side of her overrode those base instincts. There was nothing she could do. The Talons would have to make do with the other dragonets.

With a last mournful look at the dead dragonet, Kestrel steeled herself and left before any patrols could find her. And that was when the other onlooker emerged.