Cynder and ember ran down to the fountain that now run red. Cynder lifted her paw up to check on Spyro.
"Spyro?..." she said carefully as there was movement. Spyro awoke to see that he had impaled flame on his tail. Ember collapsed into Cynder crying as Spyro caught flame and held him up, hoping to see any sign of life. there was none, except for the darkness that slowly faded away into the void of his now staring eyes. Spyro lifted his hand and slowly closed the eyes of his playmate that he shared his greatest and worst times with. now he lay him to rest. they buried him in the tomb and held the ceremony, but when they left ember remained by the grave. Cynder started to walk to her to comfort her, but Spyro held her back. Cynder flinched at the touch.
"oh… we better get that cleaned up…" Spyro said looking at her cut…
back up in the tower Spyro sat under the stars gazing up at the sky. he saw the guardians stars, glowing red, yellow, green, and blue. but he did not see flames star.
"that's weird… I thought that I would see flame up there by now… hey Cynder! come here!... Cynder? hey Cynder…?" he got up to investigate.
"Cynder are you there?" he was met with a seductive hissing voice, it was Cynder, only different some how.
"oh, yesss… I'm here… how are you feeling tonight my love?" she said slowly sauntering her way over to him in a very attractive swaying matter.
"I'm… feeling fine. why?"
"oh, I thought that you might feel… in a mood…" she said running her paw down his chest. he backed up slowly stuttering a bit, a little exited, realizing of course that something wasn't right.
"b, b, but Cynder…it isn't… the moon is not in position! it isn't your brood!"
"forget the brood… I want you right… now." she said whispering into his ear running her arms around his neck. suddenly he looked down and realized there was that strange dark matter running out of her wound like frost on a warm day, then he realized that her tail blade was running up his neck. suddenly he heard a voice call out:
"HEY! Cynder!" she looked over at the window hissing loudly as a bolo flew right into her neck and knocked her into the wall followed by two arrows that pinned her wings to the wall like a trophy.
"Cynder!!!" he cried out looking over to the window from where the shots came from there in the window stood Hunter covered in blood.
"hunter! what happened?!? are you hurt?"
"no… not on the outside. its not my blood." he said jumping down from the window.
"what happened???"
"let me see your eyes…" he said aiming the bow at Spyros throat.
"what!?!"
"let...me see…your eyes!" he said getting closer. Spyro carefully leaning down to hunter.
hunter checked his eyes and lowered the bow and collapsed on the floor.
"ok… your good."
"what the heck is going on???" he said looking over to Cynder who hung on the wall.
"she's ok… for now… they're dead Spyro…" he said starting to cry.
"who is dead? what happened?"
"a strange darkness is falling over everyone. I don't know why… everyone in my village…all of the warriors… they were killing everyone! the women, the children….each other… even themselves! they wanted to kill me! I had to defend myself to the point of killing them… and then… Bianca… oh god… all my family and friends are dead Spyro! everyone!!!" then he began sobbing and crying as Spyro walked to him.
"not everyone hunter. you have me."
"but what are we to do about Cynder? what can we do?
"I don't know hunter… I don't know…"