To Live Together; Die Together
A Spyro the Dragon Fan Fiction
by Neo Rabbit
Disclaimer: Spyro the Dragon & Co. are property of Krome.
For those of you who has read 'Together' and enjoyed it, here's a prequel to that very story as reward to the gracious reviewers for the numerous reviews on that story. That was kind of a first for me. Anyway, without further delays, enjoy!
Rating: R for Some Language, and A Scene of Graphic Violence
Alternate Rating: M for Violence, Blood, and Language
Genre: Romance, and Drama
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Chapter One: Blissful Love
Spyro and Cynder.
Two dragons who were once enemies in the past are now kindred spirits.
Some would say that this bond of friendship and love was destined while some says otherwise.
But regardless of anyone's difference of opinion, Spyro and Cynder's love remains strong and unified.
It was an eternal bond that no one can ever break. Not even the Dark Master himself was able to break such bond between them.
They were intact...they were a whole. Their hearts beats in a rhythmic manner that signifies their everlasting bond.
Their love radiated such peacefulness throughout the dragon realms both night and day. And nothing could tear them apart.
But an inevitable fate awaits them in the future. A fate that will claim the life of one while the other is spared, which begs the question: What will be the outcome of that fate?
Spyro the Dragon, the purple dragon of prophecy, was, on all four, waltzing the temple's corridor with a genuine smile on his face.
At the age of eighteen, he has grown to teen size. He was muscular build from the chest up, his long leaf-like, yet triangle-tip tail swaying back and forth, his softly folded wings swaying slightly, his paws and foot claws waltzing the tile floor, and his purple orbs overseeing the entire corridor of the temple in front of him.
His two horns on the side of his head and the thorns protruding from his purple scales that trails from his head down to his tail were pretty much the same, yet the lengths of them proves differently.
Life was good for the joyous purple dragon. He has saved the world countless times in his many adventures, and has gained a number of supporters and admirers in the process.
But he has also gained something else. Or more thoroughly, someone else as he made a turn and entered a room where he approached and halted in front of a black dragoness, whose sensual beauty was positioned delicately on a cushion.
With the smile intact, he spoke.
"Morning, Cynder."
Upon notice of his presence, the black dragoness issued a smile of her own towards the purple dragon.
"Likewise to you, lover."
Cynder the Dragon, the black dragoness who, years ago, was once known to the realms as the terror of the skies was now the mate of the purple dragon of prophecy.
At Spyro's exact age, she took on a slender, sexier appearance, regardless of the slight size of her stomach. The braces on her slightly long neck, front wrists, and tail were still intact. Two of the silver horns on her cheeks, the three silver thorns to the back of her head that prtrudes from her black scales, and the four extra horns on her head were a few lengths long as well as her tail. The silver curved blade at the tip of the tail grew sharper and long as well as the blade tip that protrudes on top of her two wings.
Even her wings itself has grown a few inches as Spyro's loving purple orbs met with beautiful sapphire blue.
"By the ancestors, you're beautiful." He said, softly.
"Thank you." She spoke with the smile intact.
As Spyro approached, he made himself comfortable on the cushion next to his beloved. Afterwards, Cynder rested her head onto her mate's right shoulder while the purple dragon kissed her forehead in response.
"You sleep well?" He asked, softly.
"Well enough." She responded in kind.
Spyro issued a slight nod.
"Good."
Silence settled between the loving couple before the black dragoness, her smile slowly diverted in thought, spoke on something that was recently on her mind.
"Spyro?"
"Yes?"
Cynder withdrew from Spyro's shoulder and looked to him.
"I know that this is a little early, but, um…what's the perfect name for our upcoming child?"
With his position intact, Spyro's expression pondered the question. Recently, he has learned of Cynder's pregnancy, which made him overexcited with joy upon their first child. So much, that he didn't have time to think on names at this point.
Now the issue has came, yet the purple dragon was having difficulties on a possible name.
"You know, I'm not quite sure yet." He said before directing his gaze to her with a smile plastered on his facial feature. "Maybe if we wait for the birth, we might be able to find out a useful name for him or her."
Cynder issued a smile and nodded in response before caressing her tongue to Spyro's right cheek, which the purple dragon snickered upon the ticklish sensation, and resting her head back on his shoulder.
Afterwards, everything grew quiet as the two lovers stayed in their position, not wanting to ruin their moment of blissful love.
Sorry for the shortness of this chap. Originally, I wasn't going to post this up until I have gotten pass chapter five, but once again, I got excited and couldn't wait. Heh, heh. Anyway, this is the first chap of this story. Keep on the lookout for more!
Next Chap: Ember and Flame issue their help to the couple on a possible name for their upcoming child.