Here's Chapter Seven. Enjoy.
Spyro lay in his bed while Cynder slept beside him. It had been a night to remember and Spyro doubted that he would ever forget it. A fire crackled merrily in the fireplace and he was lulled into sleep by the rhythmic sounds of the burning fire.
Spyro dreamed. He dreamed that he and Cynder were out together walking through a field talking to each other while the moon light shone down upon them. It was an ideal place for love and romance but something was wrong. Spyro seemed to go deaf he heard nothing. Then he noticed that instead of the white light that shone down it had now gone strangely red in color. Spyro looked up to see that the moon had turned blood red. He panicked and began trying to pull Cynder away from the field. But to no avail a hole of blackest darkness appeared and out came the Dark figure who had tortured his dreams for so many nights. The dragon lunged towards Cynder but Spyro stood In front of her. He was knocked aside as the dragon hit him and headed straight towards Cynder who was not fast enough. Spyro wanted to close his eyes but some invisible force held them open as he watched her die a horrible death. The figure laughed as he turned towards Spyro and when their eyes locked he heard the figure laugh as he sent him the rush that the dark figure had received when he had killed her.
Spyro snapped awake screaming tears rolling down the sides of his cheeks. Cynder awoke with fright and fell out of the bed as Spyro launched himself towards the window throwing it open and vomiting over the side of the open window. Cynder walked slowly over towards Spyro's shaking form. When was a foot away she heard him sob and hearing this she went to him and placed an arm around his shoulder trying to comfort him but all he did was cry harder into her shoulder. Cynder had never seen him break down like this before he had always been strong but to see him openly crying was something she had hoped never to see. Spyro slowly calmed himself and eventually was able to look at her.
Cynder asked him, "What is it Spyro? What's wrong?" Spyro looked at her and sighed his voice was still a little shaky as he told her about all of his nightmares that he had been having lately and how each one of them ended with her death. Cynder looked worried about him but he didn't want her to so he forced a smile onto his face and said in what he hoped was a casual voice, "It's probably nothing, don't worry about it." Cynder looked unconvinced as she kissed him gently and then led him back to bed. She was still worried about him but she didn't say anything about it as she slipped back into bed.
Spyro climbed in the bed and though Cynder fell asleep quickly, he lay awake thinking things over in his mind. He slowly fell asleep and he was thankful that the dark figure did not appear again. He worried that these dreams may be something more than just nightmares but still he didn't want to lose her. The next morning he went down to the great hall with Cynder for some breakfast when he ran into Ember and a dragon that he had never seen. Whoever he was he must have been in some sort of relationship with Ember for he had never seen her so happy. She didn't even glare at the pair of them as she had done every time they had seen her.
When they got to the great hall they saw that they weren't the only happy couple in the hall. Hunter was laying on a bench his head in Bianca's lap while she gently stroked his head. They sat down and began to eat unaware of the danger that lay so close to them.
The dragon that Ember had been with had slipped away from her and headed up to the Elders study and had knocked on the door to here a curt reply, "Enter." The dragon entered and when he was inside of the room he closed the door and locked with magic. The Elder looked surprised and asked, "Who are you and what can I do for you?" The dragon laughed and said in his dark evil voice, "Who I am is not important but what you can do is, die!"
The Elder stood and rushed toward his enemy but before he had gotten more than two feet towards him, his opponent vanished and reappeared behind him and with a few muttered words of power he shot a bolt of black energy towards the Elder and killed him instantly. He laughed and kicked at the Elders lifeless form and said to himself, "Not even a challenge." With that he took on the appearance of the Elder and headed toward the door but before he left he called forth more power and destroyed the body without leaving a single trace of the brief fight. With this form he could easily get close to Spyro. He laughed to himself as he toyed with idea of which way he should kill him and he left the room.
I'm leading up to the Finish stay with me.