(This is the shortest chapter in the story, longer ones will be coming later)
CHAPTER 3: A LOST LOVE
A pink dragon was sitting outside of her home village. She needed some time alone after the whole ground split the village in half, then came back together again. But no one was surprised. Even on normal nights, she would sit in this exact spot, every night for the past five years, for the exact same reason.
"Hey, Ember!" A voice called from the village. She jumped when she saw the red dragon right behind her.
"Hey Flame. What are you doing out here?" She asked.
"Same as you, waiting for Spyro." Flame responded.
"I thought you gave up on him." She said looking away from him. "You said that he's not coming back."
"Yeah, but after what happened tonight, I need a little hope. Besides, he was my best friend. He was your friend too." Flame said.
"He was more than a friend. He was my future husband." Ember corrected Flame.
"Ember," Flame said in a serious tone. "It's been five years; you still have that old obsession for Spyro?"
"Obsession?" Ember repeated, offended. Flame sensed danger, and stepped back. "I am in love with Spyro!" She continued, "And he loves me too. He promised me he would come back for me once he saved the world."
"Actually, he just said he'll see you later." Flame said, pushing his luck.
"Flame!" Ember shouted with slight anger, "He's coming back!"
"I'm sure he is," Flame agreed, "but are you he's coming for you?"
Ember opened her mouth to argue, but hesitated. What if Flame was right? What if Spyro came back, and he didn't love her anymore? No, Spyro wouldn't do something like that. Ever since they met, Ember knew they were destined to be together. Forever. Spyro was hers, and no one else's.
Ember didn't understand why Flame called it an obsession. Almost everyone did. But Spyro never objected to their love. Well, now that she thought about it, he wasn't exactly willing to it either. But he was just being shy… right? She looked away from Flame.
After a few moments, Flame decided to break the awkward silence.
"Well," he said, "I'm heading back to the village. Are you coming along?"
"No." Ember said. "I'm staying right here."
"Whatever you say." Flame said as he walked away.
Ember looked back at Flame, and thought about what he said. These thoughts bothered her more than the thought of Spyro never coming back.
What is Flame was right about Spyro? What if he came back, and didn't love her anymore. Or worse, what if he came back, and loved someone else?
Stop it, she thought to herself, you need to stop thinking like that. Spyro loves you, and no one else. Just Ember.
