Chapter Two: A Meeting Predetermined

"C'mon Spyro just jump!" Flame shouted. Spyro looked down from his perch on what he was sure was the highest spot on Earth. He gulped. He'd been a lot more sure of this at the beginning when he was on the ground, but now all the possibilities of everything that could go wrong started swimming in his mind. The plan was simple: step one, climb up to the top. Step two, jump off. Step three, glide to safety and hopefully don't break any arms or legs or die a horrible and painful death.

Spyro took a deep breath and steadied himself. He readied his wings and jumped. He opened his wings in an attempt to glide, only to realize that he had no idea how gliding worked. He began freefalling. He kicked and clawed at the air trying to do anything to slow his descent. It was no use, the ground was to close, he squeezed his eyes shut and prepared to meet the quick approaching ground.

WUMP! Spyro landed on the ground with a dull thud. He opened his eyes and looked around. Flame looked down at him.

"You alright?" Flame asked. Spyro nodded and woozily got to his feet.

"So how'd I do?" He asked. Flame laughed.

"Awesome, for a second there I thought you were actually scared!" Spyro grinned. He decided not to tell Flame that he actually had been scared. Spyro looked around. All the other kids had gathered around the monkey bars and had watched Spyro and his brave stunt. They were busy talking about how brave he had been to have actually jump off the top of the monkey bars. It had never been done before by anyone they had ever met.

"So, does this mean I can join your secret club?" Spyro asked. Flame nodded.

"Definitely. That was the coolest thing I've ever seen! Even cooler than that one time I had breakfast in the shower, while it was on!" Spyro laughed, for he was also guilty of doing the exact same thing. He smiled as he remembered his new mom pulling back the shower curtain to find him with soggy breakfast cereal all over his face.

"So what do you guys do in the secret club?" He asked.

"Oh, well I'm the only member." Flame said. "But, now that your in it we can do all kinds of things!" Spyro smiled.

"So what do we do first?" he asked.

"Well," Flame said. "first I guess you should meet all the kids in the other classes they're out here too. C'mon follow me." Flame started walking to the other end of the playground, Spyro followed. He looked around. It had the usual things you would find at a playground. Jungle gym, monkey bars, swing set, totally unsafe spinning carousal thing. There were tall kids, small kids, tough kids, sissy kids, and of course there was the playground supervisor sitting on her lawn chair with a whistle hanging around her neck and an issue of "Lose Weight Fast!" magazine in her hand. All kinds of made up/improvised/unfairly altered games were being played. Sand Throwing, Thistle Tag, and of course paste eating contests.

Flame finally came to a halt at the edge of the playground and sat down.

"Alright, look around and ask me the name of any dragon on this playground and I'll tell you their name." he said proudly. Spyro looked around and pointed at a scrawny blue dragon.

"Who's he?" Flame scrunched up his snout in thought.

"Oh that's Irwin."

"What's he doing?"

"Collecting all the grains of dirt he can find on the playground."

"Why?"

"He says it's for a science fair project." Spyro looked around some more and saw a dragon that caught his eye. She had black and red scales and dark green eyes. He pointed at her and asked,

"Who's that." Flame looked at the dragon Spyro was pointing at.

"Oh that's Cynder." His voice lowered so no one else would hear him and continued,

"They say she's an alien."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they say that if you get too close to her she'll suck your brains out." Flame said. Spyro gasped. He'd never heard of something so terrifying. He decided to ask no more questions about her.

After a few more minutes the bell rang for all the students to go back inside. As he shuffled along with the other students to go inside he began thinking about Cynder. He wasn't fully convinced that she was an alien, it just didn't seem possible. He decided to ask Mrs. Pesout about it after school.

By the next day, Spyro was convinced that Cynder wasn't an alien. He had asked his teacher about it and she had told him that there was no such thing as aliens. While Spyro believed his teacher he had still not been thoroughly convinced that Cynder wasn't an alien, after all teachers did know a lot, but they didn't know everything. So he asked the one person that did know everything. His mom. She had also told him that there was no such thing as aliens and that he didn't need to worry.

Spyro was now debating on what to do next. He wanted to talk to her, because she'd seemed pretty lonely. But there was still that small chance that his mom could have been wrong (even though she said she never was) he wasn't too enthusiastic about having his brains sucked out. Still, he was pretty sure that she wasn't very dangerous so he finally decided that he'd talk to her at recess.

Spyro stepped outside. He breathed in the fresh air and gave a contended sigh. It would be awhile before it would be this nice outside again since it was nearing winter time. After a few minutes he started searching for Cynder. It took him awhile to spot her, but he eventually found her hiding in a small patch of trees. She was writing in a book of some kind with an unusual leather binding. On the cover he could just barely make out the word "Journal".

Spyro debated on whether or not he should walk up to her. She hadn't noticed him yet so he could always walk away. His feet shuffled nervously. SNAP! He'd accidently crunched a nearby twig. Cynder's head immediately popped up. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"Who's there" She called. Well it was too late to run away now. Spyro cautiously stepped forward and showed himself.

"Who are you?" She huffed. Spyro jumped a little at the anger in her voice.

"S-spyro." He said quietly. She glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" Uh oh, she's really mad now, Spyro thought.

"I-uh just wanted to play with you." He said tentatively. Cynder cocked her head.

"Really?"

"Uh, y-yes." He replied unsteadily. Cynder immediately brightened up.

"Thanks!" She said.

"Er, um your welcome." Spyro said. Cynder smiled. Spyro suddenly felt a little embarrassed and could feel the blood rushing to his face. He was thoroughly confused. He'd never talked to a girl before in all ten years of his life and had no idea how to do it He had no idea whether the fact that she was smiling was a good thing or if it just meant she was planning his demise.

Cynder leaped up and walked over to him. He took a timid step back, Cynder didn't seem to notice.

"So what do ya' wanna play?" she asked him. Her smile was bigger now, and still steadily growing. Her eyes looked at him imploringly, and were filled with a boundless curiosity that made Spyro feel a little uneasy.

"Uh, a couple of my friends are playing soccer. You wanna come play with us?" He asked her.

"Sure!" She exclaimed. She walked up to Spyro. "So which way?" She asked him.

"Oh, um just out on the field you'll see them." He explained.

"Are you coming?" She asked him.

"Y-yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Go on ahead I'll catch up." He answered.

"Okay." She said. She started walking away, but then turned around. "Hey, thanks for inviting me. No one's ever wanted to play with me before." She said. She walked up closer to him.

"Uh, n-n-no problem." He stammered out. She was very close now. Close enough to easily suck his brains out or maybe bite him. All the possibilities swirled around in his mind. She was leaning towards him, he held his breath and closed his eyes. This was it. No doubt she was going to kill him! What she did instead completely surprised him. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. And quickly ran off in the direction of the field.

Spyro sat in a dazed silence. What had just happened? It took him a moment to figure out just exactly what had happened. But it finally hit him, like a wall of concrete. He had been kissed by a girl! He'd never been kissed by anyone besides his mom before. He didn't know what he felt. He couldn't tell whether to be scared, confused, or uncontrollably happy. He wrestled in his mind for awhile as to what he should feel. Finally he decided to be the latter.

AN: So that's the second chapter! I'll be out of town for awhile so the next chapter won't be up for a few days. Make sure to review!