Stephanie: Hey, Spyro fans! Like I promised, I transferred this story from the old account and fixed up any grammar or spelling errors. Enjoy!
It started as a normal day. Cynder slowly woke in her bed. Her mate, Spyro, was still asleep. Ten years have passed sinceMalefor was destroyed. At the age of twenty, Cynder and Spyro are now full grown adults. She got out of bed, being careful not to wake the purple dragon, and made her way to the mirror. She looked exactly like she did when she served the Dark Master, but she had a kind voice rather than the demented one she used to have. Suddenly, she put a paw to her head in pain. "Ough," she groaned.
"Cynder... are you okay?" Cynder turned around to see Spyro sitting up next to the bed.
"Umm, I'm fine," she said unsure. "Sorry if I woke you, Spyro. My head is killing me."
He walked up to her and kissed her on the forehead. "It'll probably go away later. Don't worry."
"Yeah, you're right. We probably shouldn't have tried that new move last night." The two dragons chuckled. "Come on. I'm hungry. Let's go get some food."
Later, in the temple's mess hall...
Cynder and Spyro had just finished eating and were putting away the trays when suddenly Cynder dropped hers and grabbed her head in agony. "Oowww!"
"CYNDER! Are you alright?"
"My head... it hurts!"
"Cynder, let's go see Volteer. He probably has some medicine." He took his mate by the foreleg and they made their way to the Electric guardian's study.
"Well,greetings,you-two! What-brings-you-to-my-dormitory?"
"Volteer, Cynder has a serious headache. Do you have any medicine for her?"
"Hmm.I'm-afraid-I-don't-have-any-medication-for-one's-head-I-intended-to-travel-to-Warfang-later-on-today.I-can-purchase-some-if-you-want!"
"That's okay, Volteer. I'll go get some."
"Oww. Actually, Spyro, I'll go. I could use the fresh air," said Cynder, who was still holding her head.
"Are you sure, Cynder? I think you should lie down."
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Okay... be careful."
Cynder walked up to the window and said, "I'll be back soon, my love." And with that, she leaped out of the window and flew towards Warfang.
A little later...
Cynder had just arrived at Warfang and her headache was getting worse. She put her paw to her head and thought, 'Damn, what is wrong with me? I just woke up and I have the headache from hell!' She slowly made her way to the herbal shop and approached the red dragoness at the counter. "Hello," she said with a strain.
"Hey, you don't look so good." Cynder flashed a 'no duh' look at the other dragoness. "What's wrong?"
"I have this pounding headache. It wasn't as bad this morning, but it's getting worse. Do you have any medicine?"
"Hmm, I'm afraid I don't have anything. Sorry."
"Damn it!" Cynder started to walk out of the store.
"Uhh, wait! I know who does have something."
Cynder turned around. "You do?"
"Yeah. What you have to do is: Fly down to the east city gate, go to the second house on the right, knock six times, and ask for Viscar. He has what you need."
Normally, Cynder would be suspicious about the red dragon's words, but her head was pounding so much that she didn't care. "Thanks."
Before Cynder could step out the door, the red dragon said, "But you didn't hear it from me!"
Five minutes later...
Cynder had made it to the east gate and began walking to the second house on the right. She was holding her head in her left fore-paw the entire time she walked. She approached the door and knocked six times. A large black shadow dragon answered the door.
"Hey there, sweetheart. Looking for a good time?"
"I don't think so. I already have a mate. I'm here for Viscar?"
"Too bad. I could have made you feel like a real dragoness. Wait right here." The black dragon closed the door behind him.
What a pervert! Cynder thought. I just hope I can get rid of this headache.
After two minutes, a green poison dragon who was even thinner than Cynder opened the door. "I'm Viscar," he spoke with a raspy voice. "You're looking for me?"
"Yeah. I heard you have something to cure headaches?"
"You've come to the right place. Please, come in." Cynder stepped inside the house to find it completely trashed. Everything was disorganized and there were about ten dragons passed out all over the place. Viscar reached into a drawer and pulled out a small metal container. "Here this should help you. Be careful not to take more than two at a time."
Cynder was unsure, but the headache clouded her judgment. "How much?"
"Tell you what. Since you're a first time customer, I'll cut the price. Five gold."
"Five gold? What kind of fool do you think I... Ahhh!" Cynder's headache worsened even more, causing her to fall to the floor. "Okay, it's a deal!" She stood up and payed the green dragon.
"Thanks. And one more thing: Don't tell anyone about this. If someone sees you with these, just tell them that they're mints."