The day was clear and bright at the great city of Warfang. Now it made around ten years since the final and ultimate defeat of the Dark Masters, at the paw of Spyro, the legendary purple dragon of the prophecy, and Cynder, the former Terror of the Skies. Now, the two dragons were both taken as living legends. Theyt were the heroes who saved the worlçd from certain doom, and who saved every living creature that walked over it, dragon or otherwise.
They were the great saviors, and as so, they had all kinds of honors. Just like what was happening into the city of Warfang right now.
Across the city, there were people arming small banks, all of them had the most different variety from objects to sell. From fruits and foods to small broochs and some small atatues made to resemble Spyro and Cynder.
Some buildings were decorated with long cloths of purple and black color, and some had the images that resembled the shillouettes of the two young dragons, as they were, ten years ago. The roads also had small flags in it, set on lines across the big roads, all of purple and black colors.
It was just nothing more than the first preperatives for the annual Legend Festival.
It was one special time of the year, which happened int he same month that Spyro and Cynder had defeated the Dark Mastr and freed the world of his reing of horror. That was a day were everyone, no matter the species, reunited to celebrate the great happening, and to cheeris the heroes who had saved everyone.
It was a whole month of parties, festivities, good food and nothing more than pure celebration. Warfang, for having been the place were the heroes stayed before their last clash, and the place to where both of them had returned after their great deed of heroism, was the place where all the celebration happened.
In that time, Warfang became more than a city that was build to face the worst of wars. Now, that place was a place that received several visitors from all the realms, and all of them came to join the celebration. Anyone was more than welcome to join and unite to the party. It was a time for everyone to gather together, to forget their past and their troubles and their differences, and unite their souls and minds to celebrate and to thnak to the Ancestors and all the Gods above for beign alive and able to even make this party.
Of course, people came from everyone to take part. Some wehre there for the great festivity that became famous among the lands that was held inside the gates of the city, with its music, dance and games from all kinds. Some came for the banquets that were held, made by some of the best chiefs in the realms, specially invited for that great party, offering all kinds of foods, and some very good drinks, including leverages that were famous among the place. Some came for the opportunity, for places like that, full of people, might be a good chance to make money if your work is on sealing thins. Of course, this also brought up cheaters from all places, ready to make a scam and take away the money of a poor, unaware victim, which will only discover to have been deceived when it was already too late.
Some came out of curiosity, people driven to come in there from far only to see what this great party was like, and if it was really all they had heard about it. Sure, the incoming of tourists helped the economy of the city, and the ones that came to see the great celebration and took part on it rarelly left unhappy. Most of them would hold good memories of it, and eight in each ten of them would come back next year.
That was the time of pure festivity, which was knwon all around and brought people from everywhere in there to celebrate.
And, of course, this celebration would not be completed without the presence of the two dragons who had saved the world, who still lived into that very sme city, even after all these years.
Into the balcony of a high tower of a very luxurious hous,e stood a single black dragoness. She looked down at the world beneath her, as she saw people moving to and fro as everyone was putting on the decorations for the great festivities that were going to get started.
She smiled at herself.
This dragoness was black in color, with a crimson colored underbelly. She looked like an adult, after all, she was one, and her eyes were green like the purest emeralds. She was a slendr figure, and all in her body was proportional. She had three pair of horns in her head, all of them crowning her head, and the tip of her tail had a lance/schyte-like tailblade. In her neck and in her forelegs there were some markings, which were of a lighter color than the rest of her bodies, a remembering of somethignt hat had been in there long ago, and that had left scars over her skin, even after havign been removed.
This dragoness had grown so much, however, who looked at her, would soon be able to recognize her from the stories and from paintings and from history books.
Cynder smiled to herself as she saw the streets once again beign prepared to the festivities, and she could not help but wonder what they would put up this year. Last year it was a great show of dance, with invited actors coming from the other side of the continent, from the cold lands.
She had heard that maybe there were shows of magic from a group of unicorns. Some were hoping that it was, for the unicorns were know for the amazing magic abilites, that some said could surpasse even the ones of dragons.
The festival of this year was going to be even better. At least, it was what many people out there were saying.
Cynder could only sigh as she recaptuled everything that had happened int the past ten, almost eleven years now.
Each time that she went back to all the experiences that she and Spyro had together in that mean time, she could barelly even believe. Each time she looked back in her own life, it almost felt like she was looking into the memories of someone else. These memories were all just so amazing, and she had gone through so much things.
She had been kidnapped and separated from her family when she was till in the egg. She was corrupted by Malefor and turned into his evil servant. She was rescued by Spyro not once, but twice, and they both had been trapped for three years. They both had faced the great war together. They had both went to face Malefor on their own, and they actually managed to win. Spyro fixed the wolrd toghter, and she finally had the courage to sat the words she had been wanting for a long time to the young purple dragon:
I love you...
She remembered what happened after. They both woke up again, and they both flew back to Warfang. They were received as heroes. Cynder herself was surprised that everyone was cheerizing her as much as they were cheerizing Spyro. She was no longer the "Terror of the Skies". She was now a heroine, just as much as Spyro was.
After that, she and Spyro started to have a relationship, and a year later, there was a great celebration, at the anniversary of the time that they had saved everyone, and all people in there, dragon or not, got along pretty well to celebrate, and to tahnk she and the purple dragon.
And now, so many years later, they still did the same celebration, and it seemed that it only got bigger at each passing year. Cynder wondered to herself if this was going to become a tradition, of the kind that lasted for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. And to think that it was all because of she and Spyro, this thought made Cynder chuckle to herslef slightly. If someone had told her somethign like that when she was astill a young dragoness, and had just be freed from Malefor's control, she would surelly not have believed.
Yet, there she was now, looking down at the great celebration that was being held for her and Spyro, and they were most likely going to be the honored guests, as they had been every year since the first celebration. Cynder could not help but feel enflatuated slightly as such an honor was given to her, specially after all the horrible thigns she had done under the Dark Master's control. It just showed that people seemed to have almost completelly forgave her, and gave her a place to stay in that new world. One that she and Spyro had somehow helped to create.
"Spyro, come here!" Cynder called out to the inside of the house. "You have to see what they are doing out there, is amazing!"
She was looking at one set of pictures down there that seemed to depict several images of their past adventrues, including the flaoting ship, the Whell of Souls and even their final battle with the Dark Master. Though she was at a great altitude, the pictures were big enouhg, and her vision good enough, for her to see what was depicted in them, and she could see that some of them were glamourized, as it was to expect from somethign so epic and famous as their adventure was.
Still, it was something nice to see.
She waited a few seconds, but she received no answer.
"Spyro?" She called again, but there was no answer.
Turning back, she walked back inside the house. It was a very beautiful house, furnitured and very decorated in the inside. They had been given houses like that since they returned, as if it was a special way of people saying "thank you" to them. Spyro had refused at first, since all this glamour and all that luxuriousness was not very much his style, but he ended up accepting.
She looked around, and she found who she was looking for.
He was still the same purple dragon from before, but now, he was clearly very different. He had grown in the last decade, as much as Cynder. He had lost his old features, and now, he was bigger, and more muscled. He was a little bigger than Cynder, and his musculature was very well defined. He still had the same color pattern, but now, he had a few extra features in his face.
First of all, his muzzle seemed more adult, and he had a more mature look. There were a few small horn-like spikes growing from the underside of his muzzle, almost as if a mustache, and he had a few new fins in the side of his head, which comehow made him resemble very kuch Ignitus, the deceased fire Guardian. His horns were bigger now, also, and they seemed that they would give a very deadly weapon in a battle. Overall, Spyro now looked much more impressive, and like he would be a very powerful opponent into a fight.
However, Cynder knew that he was still being the very same young dragon that rescued her so long ago. Nor the time, nor the fame were able to change him with his generous attitudes, brave spirit and golden heart that made him be the dragon that Cynder would innevitably fall in love with. Each time that she looked in his eyes, she could still see that young dragon. She could very well see Spyro. She could see the only dragon in the world who she loved and who she would ever love.
And right now, that dragon didn't seemed very happy.
Spyro was just standing there, in front of the table of wood that was in their kitchen, and he was staring down at the piece of roasted sheep that was their morning breakfast. Cynder had already ate her, and that was why she had left rhe table to go to the balcony and take a deep breath of fresh morning air, and she used this chance to see the preparetives of the incoming celebration.
By that time, she expected Spyro to have already finished his morning meal, however, Spyro was still there, and his food as only partially eaten. The purple dragon now was just staring at the food, but, he was not looking at it. It seemed more like he was only looking down, as if he had completelly forgotten about the food.
"Spyro, you didn't finished it yet?" Cynder asked as she walked closer to him, but Spyro only kept his head down, a strange expression in his eyes, as if he was not in there, but somewhere far away. It probably was really far, becuase he acted as if he hadn't even heard Cynder's voice at all.
Cynder looked at him, specially at his expression. And it worried her.
"Spyro?" She tried again, "Are you okay?" But, once more, it seemd that the purple dragon was unable to hear her, as he simply stood there, looking down at his food.
Cynder approached him,a dn gently nudged him with her wing. "Spyro?"
This seemed to be enough to make Spyro "wake up", as it seemed, becuase in that moment, he blinked, and raised his head. "Huh? What?" He asked, looking around, as if he had just woke up from a tracne, and he looked at Cynder, as if noticing for the first time that she was in there.
She looked at him, and she asked, "Spyro, are you okay?" He voice was full of concern, the kind that you could only hear in the voice of the people who you trully loved and who trully loved you back. Spyro looked at her, as if he was wondering what she was asking, and after a while, he finally seemed to know what he should say now.
"Oh... no... I mean... I'm fine, I just... Ain't hungry." He said, gently pushing his plate away, with the sheep in it still almost untouched. Cynder looked at him, ot having been convinced by this small speech, even because Spyro didn't said it with that much conviction.
"Are you okay?" She asked again, more insistently this time, and lettign it clear that she was not going to let him slip away from this with some poor formulate excuse. Spyro looked at her. He had for a long time admired her persistence and how she always went to get waht she wanted. Unlucky, that also could turn against him, like in moments like that. That and the fact that she could read him far better than most other people aroudn there.
Spyro sighed, and he said, "Cynder, I'm fine." Spyro said, tryign his best to sound sincere, and he continued. "I was just... thinking."
Cynder looked at him. Spyro had been very strange latelly. Actually, he was a little like that since the end of their long adventure. Since the day that they had lost Ignitus.
The fire Guardian, and Spyro's mentor, who was a fatherly figure to him, and who had lost his life, along with many others, in the war that was raged over the world by the Dark Master. His death had affected Spyro very much, and that became clear after the war ended. Spyro had became a bit more distant for a while, and he took the intermission of all the people whi he cared about to make him go back to his regular self. Still, there was times when he would be lost in thought, looking at the void, and even times that he would simply be sad, sometimes without even what it seemed to be a reason.
However, Spyro always recovered, always through a kind word and a little of love from the people who cared about him.
However, lately, Spyro seemed to become more and more like that, and he used to "space out" more frequently, and look at space with that gleam of sadness in his eyes. It always happened during the time of the festivities. Even though Spyro would be distracted by the festivities, and most people would not notice that, Cynder, Sparx, as well as anyone who was trully close to Spyro, and knew him pretty well, would know that, during that time of the year, Spyro always seemed to become sadder.
That was the time that usually they all would try to most to cheer Spyro up, be it by making him participate into the festivities and all the things it offered, or be it in any other way they could think of, even by a simple gesture of love. Like Cynder had choosed to do right now.
She apprached Spyro, and without saying a single word, she started to nuzzle him, as she enveloped him with both her wings, into a big embrace.
Spyro said nothing, nor he tried to push her away. He simply stood there as she hugged him like that, like she had done many times already in their years together. He was slightly surprised, of course, but he accepted the hug and soon, he was enjoying the wamr that came from her body into his', lettign him feel warmer.
"I love you." Cynder whispered to him, just çlike she had done one decade ago, witht he same amount of meaning and feeling for him to hear. "I love you so much."
Spyro smiled, as he soon was returning the hug, and he said, "I love you too." With the same amount of love to her, and he turlly meant every single word, and soon, they both were breaking the hug, and they were looking lovingly at the eyes of each other.
"So, wanna go check on the prepararions?" Cynder asked him sweetly, and Spyro smiled at her, and he simply nodded. With that, thye two dragons soon were walking out of the kitchen and out of their house.
Into the balcony, they both flapped their wings, creating gusts of wind as they raised flight. Though they were bigger and heavier now, their wings now were also bigger and stronger, and it made for them flying be equally easy now as it used to be when they were smaller and lighter.
They soon were raising themselves from the balcony, and they were flying over the city, passing by the streets that were being preared to the incoming festival. It would be started only in one week, still, everybody was already getting ready for it. After all, it was a great celebration that involved the whole city, and so, it demanded a good set of preparation.
Down there, they could see everyone getting all the things ready to the great celebrations that would be held soon, and some of them were already getting into the spirit of it, as it was clear by all the decoration and the games that were being played below them.
Sure, as the purple and black dragons flew over the city, it was only a m,atter of time before people would notice them, and start to point at them, to wave, to clap, and to cheer for them as they passed by.
They were excited to see the two living legends in the flesh, after all, they were the ones who saved everybody and fixed the world together that was breaking apart. They were the reason of all of that was happening in there, and the reason why they were able to be even alive and breathing at all today.
These two were celebrities, and they would, naturally, receive all the glory and fame that was regular to celebrities. Not that Spyro and Cynder complained, they liked the attention, and they liked being well threated by everyone.
Still, sometimes it made a little hard to simply go around, once it seemed that they would find out a fan in every corner, some of them nice and harmless, but others, almost seemed that they wanted to stick into them just like ticks. They ranged from annoying to somewhat scary.
Well, maybe it was the price of being so famous, and the two dragons were forced to have to deal with it.
Still, they were both still being perfectly able to enjoy life, and regularly, have a regular time, walking aroudn like normal people, even with all their fame.
Spyro and Cynder flew for a while, always being looked up from down by the bistanders, who waved and cheered for them. Occasionally a few young children would run across the street, following them as they flew by, waving maddly and calling for them, to try and call their attention.
It took a while, but they were able to finally find a rather empty street where they could land without problems.
Once in the ground, they both agreed to walk the rest of the way, taking time to see the preparations of the festivities from the ground level.
They could see far better all the things that were being done, like the flags put around, and there were also several stands in there being prepared, and some of the were already sealing somethings.
There was one nearby that was sealing small dools that were very much resembling to them. Well, they resembled their younger selfs, as they had gotten to be known by everyone around the lands since that day. Still, there were a few that were more in accordingly to what they were today, grown up and strong dragons.
There was another stands around that was sealing some pieces of transparent crystal that had images engravated inside them. Spyro and Cynder didn't kenw how they did it, but they did. The crystals showed clear images that could see past the glass-like material of the crystal, right on its inside. Most of them depicted the two dragons into several stances and several sittuations. There were a few that depicted significant sittuations of their past, like their final brawl with the Dark Master, the time they both were stuck into the flying ship, the time that Spyro saved xyncder from the convexity, and many more, and there was even some depicting some significant others in their past, like Sparx and the Guardians.
There was another right ahead that was sealing snacks, most of them being sweet biscuits, all of them into the shape of Spyro and Cynder. It was rather cute, but it was somewhat a little disturbing to see people pick up and chew into something that could be a smaller version of them.
There were some ahead that were sealing some articles, like scarfs, hats and some other coverings, all of them with the colors of the festival: purple and black. All of them to help people to get into the spirit of that celebration by wearing in their bodies something that would match all the decoration around them.
There was even one that had some smaller sized statues of Spyro and Cynder, and some screens to paint. For what it seemed, it was a kind of stand in which you could take away a good souvenir. You just needed to pay the right price, and you could stand with the statues, and they would paint a of you with them, as if you were really standing into a picture with Spyro and Cynder themselves. The clever ones could even use this around to claim that they had knew the two legendary dragons in the flesh, and gain somewhat a little of their fame as being their friend. Sure, nor Spyro nor Cynder were sure of how it started, or even how it worked, but it seemed to be among the most popualr things in there, once they always heard that it was one of those which gained the most money.
As the two dragons passed, they still received attention, both in the form of people looking at them as in the form of people actually waving at them and calling their names. People were wanting to have a little of their attnetion, and they were paying them all the respect and the good threatment that was deserved to them, after all they did and all that they had passed through for all of them and for the world and the future.
Some people were even offering them gifts from their stands, be it a doll, a free picture, a small crystal or even food.
The two dragons returned the waves and the compliments in the best way they could, and they politely refused the small gifts that were offered to them. They had been offered gifts form almost everyone across the kingdows. Spyro was not very used to the thing of receiving gifts, then, he didn't felt very much confortable accepting other thigns that people sent to him. So, he usually refused almost everything, and so did cynder, once she shared of Spyro's oppinions.
Still, as they received offers during their walk, Cynder kept insisting that Spyro should accept the ones that were food, once he hadn't eaten breakfast properly that morning. Still, Spyro was still refusing, saying that he wasn't hungry. Cynder only got more and more worried each time he refused.
She knew that she had made Spyro cheer up a little with what she did for him earlier, but it still seemed that Spyro was somewhat down, as if he was trully upset with something. Maybe it was Ignitus death still bothering him? It could very well be. After all, his loss had been something terrible that Spyro ahd to go through.
Cynder looked worried at him, as she saw that, even with this, even with him smiling as he waved back, and looking to be appreciating the stands and all the decoration for the incoming celebrations, it still seemed that Spyro was, deep inside, terrible sad.
"It is all amazing." Spyro said as they walked past the stands, and into a part of the streets that had not been decorated yet, and they were nearly empty, as no one was walking into them or passing by. He and cynder were alone, and he looked at her with a smlie as he said, "They really did it better than last year, didn't they?"
He had a smile on his face as he said it, but deep inside, his eyes did not showed the happiness that he was trying to appear to have, and Cynder noticed it. In that moment, she finally decided that it was enough.
She abruptly stoped, turned around and now she was facing Spyro, looking at him deadly in the eyes. "Spyro, what is the problem?" She asked him, and Spyro seemed surprised by her sudden bluntness and fiercerness.
"What?" He asked, as if he really didn't knew, and Cynder repeated. "Spyro, you have been sad since we woke up. And don't deny it, because I know you too well to know that if you say that nothing is wrong it will not be truth."
Spyro looked at her, and he turned his gaze to the ground. "Cynder... I don't..."
"No!" She said suddenyl, raising a single claw in front of his face. "Spyro, in these years we have been together you never lied to me even once, please, don't start now." She was alsmot pleading, and it was clear not only by her words or by her voice, but also by the look in her face, adn the way that she looked at the purple dragon.
"Spyro, look at me." She said, and the purple dragon kept his head down, looking at the ground beneath him. "Spyro, I'm serious, look at me." She said again, this time, much more fiercerly. Soon, Spyro saw himself with no other choice but the raise his head and look at her. With that, Cynder finally could look into his deep-purple eyes and finally say what she was wanting to say.
"Spyro, I can notice that is something wrong by the way you act, we all can notice." She said, nearing him, and making sure that he was looking into her face all the time. "Spyro, each year, during this time, you get sad, and it seems like you lose a little of your shine."
Spyro tried to look down again, but Cynder put a paw on his chin and forced him to keep his head and his eyes raised to look at her, as she continued "Spyro, I know you are strong, we all know, but that doesn't means that you need to remain keeping your pain and whatever is troubling you all for yourself. This way you will only suffer more, and we don't like seeing you suffer." She said, looking to be turning saddened herself. "Spyro, I hate to see you sad and suffering, and I hate to see you acting distant, as if you don't want anyone else to know that you are sad."
"Spyro, you don't need to push people away and don't talk about your problems only so you can be the strong and invincible hero." She said to him, putting a paw into his' own, making Spyro blush as she looked at him, and she continued once again. "You don't need to keep this acting with me. Please, I know that you are not okay, and I know that you need to talk. Please, just be honest with me, please."
For a long moment, they both locked eyes, as they tried to read each other's emotions. Spyro looked deep into Cynder's green eyes, and Cynder looked back into his purple ones. There was a long and lasting moment of the heaviest silence as they both only kept like that. After this Spyro let out a long sigh, as he looked to the ground, and then, he finally decide3d to just speak and be totally honest.
"Yes, Cynder... There is something bothering me." Spyro said, once more looking away, as if he dind't wanted to see Cynder's face. It was hard to him to talk about it with anyone. Even with Cynder, his mate.
The black dragoness was not surprised at all, as it was easy to notice that there was somethign bothering Spyro, and so, she said, "And what is it?"
There was a moment of silence, and Spyro let out a heavy sigh, as he finally spoke. "I feel like somethign is off." He was still looking away, as he continued, "I feel like something is missing."
Cynder looked at him for a while, and she said, "What do you mean?"
Spyro then said, "I have been feeling like that since we lost Ignitus."
Well, that was also another thign that Cynder was already expecting, after all, Spyro and Ignitus always had been really close.
"Ignitus used to be like a father to me." Spyro continued, looking down. "He had always been there for me, and he cared for me, and he helped me whenever I needed. But since we... lost him, I started feeling lost. As if I had lost the only family that I trully had. As if some part of me had gone missing."
Cynder looked at him as he said it, and it was easy to notice that it wasn't easy for him to talk about it. Ignitus death had been a hard blow for everyone, and it was particularly hard to Spyro. It seemed that his death really had affected him, so it was still bothering him even now, more than one decade later.
"I know, Spyro." She said, gently nuzzling him, "We all miss him too."
There was a moment, and Spyro said, "But... is not only that."
This made Cynder look curious at him, and Spyro sighed, as he continued. "It took me a while to come to terms with him not being here anymore, but... I think I managed to it, and still, there is something..."
Cynder looked at him, as Spyro looked away, this time, at the sky.
"Each year, when we come to this time, I usually think back at Ignitus, and at all we passed together, and about how much a miss him." Spyro continued, looking at the wide sky above, almost seeming that he was lost or that he was in a very distant daydream. "Each time that I think back at him, I can't help but think that he was a family to me."
"This makes me think that... I never trully had a family of my own."
Cynder looked at him, as he continued. "Sure, I had Sparx, and I had his prents, who raised me, but... I never had my true family by my side... I never knew my true parents... I never knew who they were, or how they looked. I never knew if I had any sinblings. I never knew who I trully was at all."
Cynder looked at him.
"Each time I think like that, I get the feeling that there is a part of my life that is missing." Spyro said, looking and sounding sad as he looked at the sky. "I feel like that, by not knowing my family, I'm incomplete. That I'll never trully know what is my place and what should I do of my life. I feel like a very important part of who I am, and of my own life just... that is just isn't there. Do you understand?"
Spyro didn't really expected Cynder to understand. He didn't understood it well himself. It was just a feeling that he had. A feeling that somethign was missing in his life. That there was somethign that should be there but it wasn't, and that made him feel like his existence was incomplete.
He tried to shake away that feeling by thinking about all the thigns that he had, and it usually worked, but, for some reason, when it came to this time of the year, these feelings became far stronger, and he could not sahke them away as easily as he did at any other time of the year. Maybe it had to do with beign the tiem of the year in which he lost Ignitus, or maybe it was because a lot of families came to Warfang at this time, parents with their kids, and it ended up making Spyro think back about it. Whatever reason was, this time of the year was proving to be rather difficult for Spyro, and he always felt like he was more lonely at this time, even with all the people who he loved all around him.
He wasn't sure of how Cynder would react, but he was almsot completelly sure that she would not understand it. At this time, he raised his head to look at her, and so, she hugged him again, and she whispered. "I'm sorry to hear it, Spyro." She was hugging him thight as she said these words. "Sometimes, I wonder about my parents too. I know that it is trully hard."
She understood.
Spyro seemed to alwasy forget that Cynder had lost just as much as him... no... she lost much more than him. While he had an adoptive family to care and fend for him, she had nothing. She had lost much more than him, maybe much more than most people in the lands because of that war.
In the end, Cynder somehow knew what he was passing through, and she understood his pain. In that moment, Spyro wondered why he never trully talked to her about it.
"Spyro, I know it is hard, and that you have lost so much, but, look around you." She said, looking him lovingly in the eyes. "Look at all we both had done, at all we achieved together, at all we have now." She said, smiling at him, trying to cheer him up. "You don't have to feel alone, because you are not. We have all of us... You have me."
Spyro looked at her, feeling really touched by all of that Cynder was speaking to him, even more because he could see in her eyes that she really meant every single word. He could see all the love that he knew that she felt for him reflected in her eyes, and all the worry she was having for seeing him sad like that, and all her wish that he would trully cheer up and smile at her. She was trully worried about him, and she didn't liked seeing him sad like that. Knowing that she cared so much about him was enough to make his heart fliutter as he felt himself suddenly being filled by a feeling of belonging and love. A feeling that Cynder had lerned over the years to make him feel whenever he was feeling down, and after one decade together, she seemed to have became a real master at this art.
Spyro smiled at her, as he leaned over, and planted his caly lips into her's taking her into a kiss. They alredy had a lot of them in the last eleven years. Hundreds of them, possibly thousands, and each of thyem seemed to become sweeter than the last. This one was absolutelly no exception.
Cynder was a little taken baqck, but soon, she was smiling as she returned the kiss livingly, and for a long moment, it was like the world around them was dissapearing as they shared that magical moment. After a while, they finally broke it apart, and looked lovingly into each other's eyes, and Spyro said, after regaining his breath.
"Thank you, Cynder." His voice was full of love, and he used a paw to gently caress her cheek as she looked at him the same way. "Thank you for always trying your best to make me happy, and for never giving up on me and letting me to my own feelings."
Cynder smiled back, and she said, "You know that I always will be here for you, Spyro."
The purple dragon nooded. Indeed, he knew pretty well this. He knew since day one that Cynder would always be by his side, and that he would face all the troubles with her right by his side. She would never leave him as long as he was in trouble. She would alwasy be by his side in the good and bad moments. After all, these were the vows they had made. Vows which were simbolized by the silvery bracers that each of them had in the right front ankle. The symbol of their holy union under the eyes of the Ancestors.
It was hard to believe that they had been married for five years already, and it had been part of the happiest years of their lives. They would become the paragon of a happily married couple, among all the other paragons that they shared together.
After a while, it seemed that Spyro had recovered most of his usual happy self, and he smiled at Cynder, and asked, "Well, what we shall see now?"
Cynder was happy for seeing Spyro recover his usual shine, and she was more than happy to make it own into the day with him. "What about we go to see the games they are gettign ready? I heard they have a new bank that is specially for dragons of the water element."
"Seems fun." Spyro said, as he was soon walking besides cynder, and they both were smiling,as they walked forward, and it seemed that the problem that was tormenting Spyro had finally dissapeared from sight.
However, Cynder could notice that the sadness tyhat she could feel into Spyro, though having subsided very much, had not dissapeared completelly, and it was still there, somewhere deep in his eyes and, witohut any doubt, into his soul. It was somethign deep, and cynder knew it well, it was not the kind of thing that would go away easily. It was like the guilt that the black dragoness still felt in her heart for having one day been the "Terror of the Skies". Even though these days were way behind her, nd everybody seemed to have already forgave her for all of that, the guolty and the memories of the things she had done still plagged her mind, and gave her nightmares from time to time.
This was the kind of thing that could never dissapear completelly, and she knew it pretty well.
Spyro's sittuation, despite not being as bad or as disturbing, was deep, and it was something that would most likely always be with him, no matter how much time passe,d or how happy he actually was. And this worried Cynder a lot.
However, it also made her be happier. Because she knew by her own experience that this kind of thing would not prevent him from living his life. She was able herself to live happy and satisfied, with a lot of love in her heart and a bright sifght for her future. If she could be so happy even after all she had gone through, then there was no reasont o think that Spyro would not also be able to be happy, even with this pain bothering his mind.
Cynder would make sure of that. She would make sure that Spyro would see a bright future ahead of himself, just as she saw one ahead of herself with his help, by having him by her side. Even because, after all the thigns they had gone through, adfter all the suffering they passed together, and all their trials and tribulations, it is to expect that their future could only bring forth better days.
Right?
Cynder liked to believe it.
And this thought was what filled her mind as she leaned over, alsmot resting agianst spyro as they both walked together. Spyro nuzzled her back as they walked very close, entwirning their tailas as they walked, passing by the empty streets ahead of them, and now, the troubles seemed to be turning into a far away memory.
