The Legond of Spyro: Asgard Chronicles (Redux) – Part 1 – Drem (Peace) for Dragons, Hell for Humans

Chapter One: Cynder's Recovery

Vespera Dimension

-Dragon Temple; Cynder's Room-

Cynder awoke to the sun's warm rays shining through her window. She gave a slight yawn as she stood up, extending her forepaws in front of her. A happy little sigh escaped her as the joints popped, and she did the same with her hindlegs.

The dragoness stood up, shaking her head to dispel the sleepiness still clouding her mind. It had been a few months since the battle with Malefor, and she was now residing in the Dragon Temple. Granted, her room wasn't very extravagant, and off the beaten path, so to say, but she was still amongst dragons who, not a few months ago, she would have killed without a second thought.

She shook her head violently, nearly knocking herself off balance. Those days were over now, thanks to Spyro. He had broken the enchantment on her and together, they had saved all of Avalar when she added her power to his.

Thankfully, in the Guardian's eyes, this seemed to absolve her of her sins while under Malefor's control. Unfortunately, not everyone saw it this way, though that was to be expected. She was often referred to as a 'beast', or 'the dark one'; something that wouldn't have really annoyed her if it didn't happen so often.

She couldn't blame them, though. She, herself, would be very hard pressed to trust someone in her own position. Yet Spyro did, and though everyone revered him as a savior, not everyone heeded his words when he said Cynder was no longer under Malefor's control.

She gave another sigh. Thinking of the purple dragon made her realize that she hadn't actually seen much of him since they saved Avalar. She hadn't been able to properly thank him for saving her from Malefor, though she had confessed her love for him. She blushed, remembering what she thought would be her final words. 'Does that count as a thank you?'

She shook her head for the third time that morning and went over her appearance in the mirror in her room. Deeming her scales as having a healthy shine, she turned to the door and took a deep breath, mentally prepping herself.

"Okay! Time to give my thanks."

-Twenty minutes earlier; Spyro's room-

Spyro was pacing around his room, a distressed look on his face. Each time he passed the window, his scales reflected the light all along the wall in strange patterns, and while normally this would relax him, it did nothing for his mood at present.

He had been avoiding Cynder ever since he did what he did. Not for the fact that he didn't like the dragoness; the complete opposite was true. He loved her, and Cynder knew that.

But none of the other dragons and dragoness' in the temple knew it, and if it was revealed, they would both probably be hazed to extremes. Himself for loving the dragoness what nearly destroyed them, and Cynder, well, they'd probably assume she put him under some sort of spell. He let out a heavy sigh. The dragons in the temple were extremely suspicious of the dragoness, and it was absolutely ridiculous.

He also couldn't get near Cynder because of Ember. The pink dragoness somehow always knew when he was going to Cynder's room, and would always follow him, no matter what he said. It was like the word 'no' didn't exist to her.

The purple dragon sighed again. Thinking of Ember and the other dragons reminded him that Cynder was still thought to be evil by a lot of them. The Guardians had clarified that she was free of any kind of possession when they arrived at the Dragon Temple, but the suspicious never listen to reason.

He looked to the door, remembering that fateful fight. He hadn't been nearly as powerful on his own. If it weren't for Cynder's help, Malefor would've won, yet only Spyro was branded a savior. He stomped his left hindleg in anger. It wasn't fair that she was still branded as such.

Spyro left his room with a snort, closing the door with his tail. If he was going to be able to talk to Cynder, he might as well go to her room before many more dragons woke up. Hopefully Ember wouldn't get in his way today, as she usually does.

It took him a few minutes to fly to her room, as it was further away than most of the other dragons resided. Then again, it suited her, as she had been sort of a recluse lately.

When he reached the ornamental wood and iron door to Cynder's room, he stopped, his front paw raised to knock. What exactly was he going to say to her? 'Well, I haven't thanked her for her help against Malefor yet.' As he continued to think, he lowered his paw and started walking away. 'It'd probably be better for someone to see me thanking her, too.'

-Cynder-

It had taken her a few moments to prepare herself to go to Spyro's room today, but when she felt she was ready, she opened her door slowly. Looking around, she saw a familiar purple tail round the corner. She mentally kicked herself for not leaving earlier as she followed him, turning the same corner to find that she was at an intersection that had even more corners. She let out a soft gasp; she had lost him already. Grumbling to herself about the layout of this particular wing of the Temple, she started to sniff the air, searching for his scent. It proved to be unnecessary, as she heard him from the hallway to her right.

"-aid I'm not interested in you," he said, sounding slightly distressed. Cynder followed his voice until she saw him with a dragoness plastered to his side, twirling her tail with his.

"And I told you I don't care~" the infuriatingly pink dragoness replied with a bit of a tune in her voice, completely ignoring Spyro's expression of discomfort. There were a lot of things that that dragoness was, and none of them were 'polite' or 'tactful'.

Spyro forced himself away from Ember, setting into a partial stance in case she decided to get clingy again. "Leave me alone, would you? It's too early for this." He shook his head. "Can't you go bother flame?"

Ember started circling him as if she were a bird of prey. "I can't. He's asleep~" She still had the sing-songy tone in her voice. "And besides, I'd rather spend time with you~" she giggled, gently rubbing the underside of his jaw with her tail.

That was enough for Cynder. She stepped forward, clearing her throat as Spyro bat away the pink tail. Ember's smile dropped in an instant, her bared fangs replacing it. "Oh, so the little beast makes an appearance…" Her voice was practically dripping with venom.

Cynder chose to ignore her, as they had already gotten into a fight a few days ago, and she didn't feel like having the Guardians called again. Even without Ignitus, they were incredibly intimidating.

Instead, she turned to Spyro, greeting him calmly, even though her heart was beating incredibly fast. "Hello, Spyro."

Ember didn't take well to being ignored, and she lunged at Cynder, growling at her. Spyro had anticipated the adverse reaction and thrust his tail between them, glaring at the pink dragoness. "Ember, you are not to attack her," he said forcefully, but there was a waver in his voice. He wasn't used to giving direct orders like that.

She scoffed, giving Cynder a very mean look before turning and flying away. Cynder let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Th-thank you…"

Spyro looked to her. He was slightly taller than she was, so he had to look down to meet her eyes. "It's nothing. I just wish she'd understand that you're not what Malefor made you to be… Not anymore."

Cynder blinked a couple of times before looking away. "Um, about that…"

"What is it, Cynder?"

"I…want to thank you for releasing me from Malefor's control… I would've lost who I was if you hadn't done so." She rubbed her left foreleg with a paw, giving a soft sigh as she finally thanked him.

Spyro shook his head, giving a soft laugh. "I should be the one thanking you. Without your help, we…everyone…would have died. So, thank you, Cynder, for everything."

Cynder felt her face grow hot, and suddenly she found it much harder to look Spyro in the eyes. "Ah… thank you…"

"Oh, by the way, where were you heading?" Spyro asked, changing the sunject smoothly.

Cynder cocked her head to the side for a moment, as if remembering her plans. "Uhh, I was going to the training room. I got a little confused though," she lied through her teeth, chuckling nervously.

The purple dragon let out a healthy laugh. "Yeah, this wing has a lot of twists and turns. Really unnecessary if you ask me." He thought for a moment before clicking a talon on the floor. "Hey, would you like me to walk you there? I was planning on going there anyways."

Cynder nodded vehemently. "I would love that." It took her a few seconds to realize that she accepted his offer far too eagerly, and she groaned internally. 'I am such an idiot.'

Author's Note:

Please keep in mind that this is not an original work. The original is s/5833480/1/The-Legend-of-Spyro-Asgard-Chronicles . I have merely been given permission to 'rewrite' it, as it were. Many thanks to Lumen Infinitum for allowing me to do so, as this is probably my most favorite Spyro fanfiction on the site.