Prologue
The darkness, unbroken, struck fear into her heart. She could hear the world grinding against itself as the scattered pieces formed a solid barrier between her and the world she had come to know as home. There is no escape, she thought. We are going to die. Cynder found herself strangely content with her conclusion, although it was probably due to the direct exposure to Spyro's immense positive energy.
Spyro... where is he? He's gone! Cynder suddenly realized, for in fact there was nothing but residual magic where the purple dragon had stood not a minute before. "Spyro!" she shouted, "Spyro, where are you?"
"Cynder, I'm up here!" She glanced in the direction of the voice to find the hero clinging in a rather ungainly way the the underside of a massive section of the planet. "Come on, we can ride this thing all the way to the surface." Cynder eyed the rock suspiciously.
"Oh yes? Please tell me, Spyro, just how you propose we escape the several-mile-thick solid rock barrier when we get up there!" Nevertheless she quickly rose into the air and latched on beside him, smiling brightly. Spyro winked and said, "I still have some energy left... it should be enough to dig a tunnel through to the outside... but I think I might need a little bit of a break before we go back to Warfang. A few days should be enough, but we'll see." He winked slyly as the rock began to ascend rapidly. Cynder merely laughed and winked back.
"I do truly love you, you know. I meant it before and I mean it now."
"I know, Cynder... and so do I. I love you. I have for a long time." Their behemoth vessel slowed and stopped as it approached the inside of the planet's crust, and as soon it rejoined its fellow minerals Spyro began to dig. Cynder gently clasped his tail blade in her mouth as dirt and green energy whistled past her head at deadly speeds. But she wasn't worried. After all, Spyro was the purple dragon, and Cynder had yet to see him make a mistake involving magic.
It took roughly three hours to plow through 25 miles of many different layers of rock, and another two to locate a decent place to settle in for the following days. By that time it was dark, and almost subconsciously the two young dragons huddled close to each other, intertwining their tails, legs, and wings. They were asleep in less than a minute, and the peaceful silence remained so until well past sunrise the following day.
Yes, it's short. And yes, it could be considered 'typical' because who doesn't begin their story with the end of Dawn of the Dragon? I can assure you, however, that this story is not your typical 'Malefor wants revenge' continuation, or any other such over-abused plots. In fact, this story runs much deeper than just the surface plotline. I am quite certain that that will become somewhat obvious in the following chapters. In fact, the inspiration for this story comes from an issue in our own world, one that many people will be familiar with.
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As a last note: this story will be rated 'M' for mature, but I will only list it as such when the content becomes too intense to stay within the boundaries of 'T'. This includes violence, gore and bloodshed, and some psychologically taxing scenes, but the language will remain relatively tame.
You have now been dutifully warned, and I hope you enjoy the story! (P.S. I do not own Spyro, Cynder, or any other faction of the LoS universe. The rights belong to... whoever currently holds them, Activision or another such company)