Find Her, Spyro…
I Don't Own Spyro Or Any Other Game Characters I May Use. I Do Own The Fanfic Though!
And I've Never Played Any Of The Games That Include Cynder So I May Get Her Personality Or Spyro's Reaction To Her Wrong, Among Other Things.
Chapter One: Distress Call
"So, you want me to go explore the cave, right?" asked Hunter hopefully.
"Not today, thanks. I got a distress call this morning! Can you believe they've started sending me those things?" Hunter looked downhearted.
"Okay," he said, looking away and scratching the back of his neck. "I'll…um…I'll be with Bentley and Bartholomew…" He turned on the spot – leaving ruts in the snow where his claws dug in – and retreated into the yetis' cave. Spyro heard the booming voice of Bentley as he set off, shivering slightly.
Part of what he had told Hunter had been true – he had been sent a distress call. But he was not in the least inclined to ignore it – it was from a girl, sent with a purple dragonfly:
Spyro paced around impatiently, bored. Even Sparx's glow seemed to have diminished somewhat. Suddenly, a high pitched buzzing could be heard, and a purple dragonfly came crashing towards where Spyro stood.
"Please," panted the dragonfly, obviously female and out of breath. "You have to help! My friend – a dragon, just like you – has been taken! She sent me to find someone who could help her!"
"Hey! Slow down, I only caught half of that…" Spyro remarked, sitting down.
"You have to help!!!!" exploded the dragonfly. "It's…it's…" but she could go no further, and she began hyperventilating.
"Calm down," said Sparx soothingly. He patted the dragonfly on the back and her hyperventilating ceased, to be replaced with sobbing. "Where is this dragon – who has she been taken by?"
"She's at Lykia – a new realm created by the death of another!"
"Who? Who took her?" prompted Spyro.
"I can't say…an enemy from the past; you know of her. I must leave!" Without further word the dragonfly zoomed away.
Cynder flicked for a moment through Spyro's head, before he shook himself. It couldn't be her. But if not Cynder, then who…?
Spyro played that scene inside his head many times; looking at it from different perspectives as he would a riddle, trying to glean something from it. But he could not, so he began thinking instead about a more pressing issue: finding Lykia. The Ice Citadel was bringing him no new thoughts, so he decided that a trip to the professor was in order.
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"Lykia…hmm…" The professor tapped his ever-present clipboard with his pen thoughtfully. "I've never heard of it…" The spines on Spyro's head drooped. "…but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Ask Cynder; she always seems to know these things…" Spyro's heart ricocheted around the inside of his ribcage. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"A-ask Cynder?" The professor looked up.
"Yes, ask Cynder. Have you got a problem with that?" Spyro shook his head abruptly.
"Where is Cynder?" Spyro asked. The professor looked thoughtful. He chewed on the end of his pen, and then suddenly remembered.
"That's right. She's at Crocovile Swamp. Apparently she's rather friendly with the crocodiles there…" Spyro had already dashed out through the doors, and had not heard the professor's last sentence. He shook his head, and then scribbled something on his notebook.
Spyro dashed across the bridge that led to Crocovile swamp, not ready but at the same time impatient to talk to Cynder. He suddenly felt a rush of guilt about going to save…whoever. But, he thought, it doesn't have to be like that. I can just be saving her…because she asked me to.
The words sounded feeble even as he whispered them to himself. He had not further time to brood, however, as he managed not to notice her in his daydream. In a rush of paws and tails, he was on top of her.