Chapter One: Wake
Setting in a cave, two days after the fall of Malefor
The black dragoness, Cynder, huddled around a fire within dim cave. There she sat, cold, eating small silvery fish. Fresh from the river. She bit into a glossy fish, the taste littered her mouth. Cinder didn't take kindly to eating fish. But she didn't care. She was hungry, and fish were the only she could musk up the energy to catch.
She was exhausted, utterly beaten and scathed with cuts and burses. Cynder felt as she had fallen off a cliff several times.
Two days have passed since she and Spyro defeated Malefor. Two days since Ingnitus died. Two days since She and Spryo saved the world form destruction.
From these pass events she felt proud, even with her pained pass, satisfied, and happy. But out all these worthy feeling, most of all, she was afaired.
Why? Because across from where a bundle of hides and blankets trying to keep life warm to a very important being. Spyro.
Cynder look across to Spyro. As she look her stomach stirred as she bit into the fish again, she spat out the food.
I can't stand this Cynder thought. Then force herself to look away. Then she walked over to him.
He laid, limp as a log. Spryo had not eaten for two days. His health was a critical problem for her. But even more so, when he woke up, if he did, how would he react to Ignitus's death?
And yet Cynder wondered why she cared so much about spyro's personal life. But she knew the answer. She loved him.
Spyro had shown her what love is and what a family is. He showed her a new path of hope when she was in despair. Most of all Spryro saved her from Malefor, even though she had tried to kill him. Who wouldn't love Spryo for his actions?
Cynder adjusted Spyro into what seemed like a more comfortable position. When satisfied, she step back and look at him with a smile.
Soon her smile became a frown. Again Cynder's stomach began to spin. After what had seemed like minutes passed, Spyros limp less body became revolting to stare at. Spyro was fine, but not in her eyes. This...this sickened her.
She began to advert her eyes. No! she mentally shouted. Look! Cynder forced her eyes on Spyro as a tear trekked down her cheek.
She could not bear it any longer. Cynder turned her head away and barfed.
Cynder held one paw on her spinning head. I need water. Instinct told a walk to a nearby river.
"Uhh"Spyro groaned and tried to lift his head up and peel open his eyes.
Everything seemed blurred, or black, maybe. His head hazed with fogs of confusion. His head seemed damped with a cold wet cloth. He moved, all his joints pop and creaked. His limbs felt cold and fuzzy.
As thoughts assembled one pop out. Where am I?
Spyro soon managed to sit himself up right and observe his envirement though his shifting eyes.
Cynder slowly walked back to the cave as morning light began to peak out of the horizon.
What will I do if I lose Spyro? This question rained in cinders mind.
She approached the cave and herd a soft grunting sound. She shot up. Spyro!
Cynder sprinted up the hill to the cave and bounced in the cave. "Spyro!"She yelled in excitement.
"Cynder?"Spyro said turning his to her. Then all his memorys flooded his mind. "Cynder!"he yelled.
Cynder jumped on him and held his waist tight and cried over his shoulder. Spyro weakly held her.
"Am glad you're alive!"Cynder exclaimed. Showing more affection then she would normally had.
"Malefor?"Spryo asked.
"Gone"Cynder responded.
"Ingnitus?"
A solemn look came across Cynder. "Gone."