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Chapter 2

As Spyro and Cynder continued there long walk back towards the temple in silence, both unable to find words to describe the current situation. Spyro decided to break the silence, as he quickly grew sick and tired of it.

"So, Cynder! Have you decided if you going to the winter festival this year, or are you going to spend it in your room in the temple again?"

The winter festival was an event that happened every year in the dragon realms; dragons and fantastic creatures from all around would come for this event. There would be music, exotic foods, and plenty of other festivities, including lots of dragons. As Hunter said to Cynder when Spyro was in another room, "It's a good time for Spyro to scout out a perspective mate," but what Hunter didn't know was Spyro only want one dragoness, and that dragoness was right beside him. Cynder was the only dragoness that Spyro could ever dream of being with; he looked over at his companion. Cynder's beautiful black scales sparkled and shimmered in the moonlight, turning her into a walking night sky, the moonlight glinting off of her perfect scales. Spyro felt his heart skip a beat when Cynder looked over at him and smiled, her amazing sapphire eyes sending a warm feeling straight into his heart.

The only thing keeping Spyro from telling Cynder how much he loved her was that he was too scared to tell her, afraid she wouldn't return his feelings or laugh in his face. He told no one; not even his brother, Sparx, because knowing Sparx, he would have told Cynder, instead of Spyro telling her himself, embarrassing him.

"Well I don't know yet. The festival is still a couple of weeks away, so you'll have to wait and see," said Cynder softly. "Yeah, I guess we will have to."

"Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you go with someone like Hunter; he can show you around since it's your first time actually going to the festival," Spyro replied,

"Hm, maybe," She said sadly. 'The only person I would want to go with is you, needle noggin,' she thought to herself. 'I wish I could tell him how I feel about him.'

Cynder had feelings for Spyro for what seemed like an eternity. She had tried on many occasions to tell him how she felt, but neither the right time nor right place ever came up; every time she was going to tell him, someone or something would interrupt or she would lose her nerve. Instead, she wrote it all in a diary she kept in her room under her bed. She looked over at Spyro and watched as his muscles contract and relax as he shifted the weight of the dragon he was carrying. She found Spyro extremely handsome, his purple scales glinting in the soft moonlight and his golden wings wrapped around the dragon on his back keeping him from falling off.

"Spyro, if you're tired we can stop for a bit," Cynder said.

"No, it's alright, he not that heavy, and we don't have that far to go," Spyro replied, continuing to walk through the forest towards the temple.

As the two dragons kept walking, Spyro began to think once again about the dragon on his back 'Why does it feel like I know him from somewhere? And why does that symbol on his forehead seem so familiar to me? Maybe Ignitus may have some idea what that symbol is'

Cynder looked over at Spyro and said, "Spyro, is something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm just wondering what that symbol is on our friends' forehead, do you have any idea what it is or what it means?" Spyro replied, then turned towards Cynder so she could see the mark on the dragons head.

She had vaguely remembered seeing it in one of the books from the temple's library, but when she got closer to the dragon to look at it, the mark began to glow. Perturbed, she backed away from it, and the glow stopped. 'Okay this is getting weird now.'

Back at the temple, Ignitus stood at the temple doors, watching for the two young dragons. "Where have those two gone now," he murmured quietly to himself.

"Well, Big Red, we're just gonna have to wait," said a small gold glow floating beside him, causing the old dragon to flinch at the unexpected comment.

"Yes, yes, as much as I hate to say it, Sparx is right, Ignitus. There is nothing we can do except wait for them to come back" Cyril said, approaching Ignitus. "We must keep our trust in them, Ignitus. Trust me: they will be back, so don't worry, as I am sure they are strong enough to take care of themselves," he said, placing his large blue paw on Ignitus' shoulder to reassure him

"Thank you, Cyril; perhaps it would be best if we wait for them inside. Hopefully they will return as soon as they can," Ignitus spoke softly and Cyril nodded in agreement, both of them entering the temple. As Ignitus was about to enter the temple, he looked back and said, " May the ancestors watch over you, young dragons, and they bring you back safely." He turned back and strode slowly into the temple,taking a quick look into the pool of visions before going to sleep for the night.

Spyro and Cynder had continued walking until Cynder noticed that Spyro had began to look extremely tired.

"Spyro do you want to rest for a bit; you look exhausted" Spyro looked over at Cynder's worried look and sighed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. We need to find a cave or something to sleep in first, though," Spyro said and then started to look around for somewhere to rest until he saw a small cave in a cliff face not that far from they were

"Hey, Cynder, there's a cave over there," Spyro said, pointing with a claw. She followed his claw until she found the cave that he was referring to.

"That's perfect, Spyro," she said with enthusiasm; she could tell that she needed to get him out of the cold before he got sick, if he hadn't already. As they started to head for the cave, the snow softly crunching under their feet as they walked, Cynder decided to speak to break the silence: "So, what do you think the guardians will think of our little friend when we bring him back to the temple?"

Spyro thought for a moment. "Well, I don't know, but they'll probably want to confine him until they find something out about who he is and where he came from," Spyro said.

Cynder nodded in agreement and stopped walking, for they had reached the cave. Upon entering, they noticed that there was a small pile of ashes in the middle of the cave, indicating that someone had been there recently. Spyro walked to one side of the pile and put the dragon down gently, so as not to wake him. Cynder sat on the other side of the pile as Spyro lit the sticks with a his flame breath to get a fire going and to provide a bit of warmth in the cave, Cynder stared dreamily into the flickering flames, thinking of Spyro and what she was going to do for the winter festival.

"Cynder," said Spyro, rousing her from her musings.

"Hmm...What is it, Spyro?"

"Why don't you get some sleep? I'll take the first watch,"

"But I brought you here so you could rest, not me. Besides, no one will come here, this cave is too well hidden, and I don't think that anyone is trying to kill us." Spyro looked unconvinced. "Come on, I'm a light sleeper, so if anyone does come I'll know, okay?"

Spyro sighed. "Alright, I'll try and get some rest," he said as he lay down near the fire to get warm. He laid his head down on the ground and sleep steadily overtook him.

Just before he succumbed to sleep's warm blanket, he looked over at Cynder and said, "Goodnight, Cynder."

She looked over at him with a smile and replied "Goodnight..."

When she had noticed that he was asleep, snoring softly "...My love"

She wished she could say that to him when he was awake.

Ignitus had once said to her, "Good things come to those who wait" Cynder put her head down to join Spyro in his peaceful slumber.

'Perhaps tomorrow will bring something new. Hopefully things will be better then, she thought to herself as she slipped into a gentle sleep, awaiting the morning.

Hopefully things will be better then…