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~Chapter 7~
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Mal walked into Sienna and Ember's room to check on them. Ember was already asleep on one of the cushions. Sienna however was just laying all curled up in a corner. She wasn't asleep, she was just upset.
"What do you want?" Sienna mumbled just loud enough for Mal to hear, barely even acknowledging his presence.
"I just came to see how you were doing," Mal said. The sound of his voice caught her attention. Before she heard his voice, Sienna thought that it was Cyril again. So when she saw that it wasn't the ice guardian, she was taken by surprise.
"I-I thought you were Cyril. He keeps trying to get me to talk," Sienna said, "Why can't he understand that I don't want to talk about my dad?"
"He probably thinks that talking about it will be helpful," Mal said as he sat down, making sure not to move to close to Sienna, "And he's probably right about that. I just don't think he understands that he should let you talk about it when you are ready."
"He's obviously never had to deal with death before," Sienna said.
"Actually, I think it's the opposite. I think he's dealt with so much death that he's become desensitized," Mal corrected, "He's learned to deal with death, and probably believes that everyone else can deal with it like he can."
Sienna then let out a halfhearted laugh, "Cyril annoys me. But here I am apparently unable to stop talking about him."
"Well, he is your godfather, right?" Mal asked rhetorically, "So maybe a part of your mind is trying to latch onto the idea of having someone to take the place of your father. And you seem to be feeling allot better than what Cyril thought."
"Well, you're not Cyril," Sienna said bluntly, "I don't have to worry about him trying to get me to talk about something I don't want to talk about."
"That seems a bit cold," Mal said, "He does care about you. The main issue is that he doesn't know how to deal with children."
"You don't talk like you're age," Sienna said, "You sound more like an old dragon who's wise."
"Well technically, I was frozen in crystal since before Malefor caused havok," Mal said, "So technically, I'm about as old as your father was...I mean...I didn't mean to bring him up."
"Don't worry about it," Sienna said with a sigh that seemed to contradict what she was saying, "So, you're really that old?"
"I knew the guardians when they were all kids," Mal said, "But I'm still only about as old as Spyro and Cynder physically. Physically, I'm only about 16 years old. But that's because I was in suspended animation in that crystal. So I didn't age. My 'wise' way of thinking is probably because I'm from a different time. I've only been in the present time for about three years. And I'm still having trouble integrating into this time."
"Like what?" Sienna asked, "What are you having trouble with?"
"What I'm currently working on is just generally making friends," Mal said, "So far, my only friends are Spyro, Cynder, Sparx, and Alec. And the guardians I suppose."
"You're friends with that silver dragon who thinks he's a human?" Sienna asked.
"I've seen it first paw," Mal said, "He doesn't just think he's a human. He really is a human."
"But I thought..."
"That humans were just myth?" Mal interrupted, "Technically, they are. But Alec comes from a different dimension. In his world, dragons are the myths."
Sienna then looked downcast, "Dad always talked about the idea of other realities," She mumbled before standing up, "Thanks for coming by to check on me...uh..."
"Oh, right. My name's Mal," Mal said, remembering that he never gave Sienna his name.
"I'm Sienna. But you probably already knew that by now," Sienna introduced herself, "But it's getting late and I'm getting tired. Maybe I'll see you again?"
"I'm staying here at the temple," Mal said, "So as long as you're here, I'm sure we'll cross paths again. But for now, goodnight."
With that said, Mal left the room and Sienna climbed onto a cushion. She was still upset about her father. But she was feeling a little better now. Her now relaxed mind helped her to get to sleep easier.
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Spyro walked into Cynder's room carrying a bunch of food, "Sorry if I took a while. I figured since it's meal time and that Alec's here now, I got us..." Spyro stopped mid-sentence when he realized Cynder wasn't there, "Where's Cynder?"
It's about time he got back. When Cynder's willing to think about eating Sparx, it's meal time.
"Cynder was wondering what was taking so long. So she went to look for you," Alec said.
Wait, if Cynder was going to the dining hall to look for Spyro, and Spyro just came from the dining hall, why didn't they cross paths?
"Is there more than one route from here to the dining hall?" Alec asked.
"Not without going all the way around the temple," Spyro answered, "I don't see why she would think to look for me in that other direction. Why'd she even go to look for me? She's supposed to be resting. And besides, she knew I was coming back."
"You were taking too long," Alec answered, "I mean, she was willing to eat Sparx. That's how hungry she was getting. But if there's just one direct route to the dining hall, why didn't you two cross paths?"
"What I want to know is why you let her go. Or at least why you didn't go with her," Spyro said. Alec lifted up his injured paw and an embarrassed blush spread across Spyro's face, "Oh...right...your paw. And knowing how stubborn she can get sometimes, combined with your paw, I guess you couldn't stop her. But I'm worried."
"Cynder may be gravid. But she can still take care of herself," Alec said.
"But that's the thing. No she can't," Spyro said with a worried tone, "For a few months now, whenever Cynder uses too much energy, she ends up blacking out. Nobody knows why she's having these blackouts. The only theory we've come up with is that somehow it's some sort of side affect from Malefor's control over her in the past."
This must be why he's been so over-protective of her. That and the fact that he loves her.
"The healers said that as far as they know, these blackouts aren't causing any harm," Spyro continued, "But they suggested that we keep an eye on her just in case."
"Well, I did let her go on the condition that she takes it easy," Alec said.
"I guess," Spyro said, "But to be honest, with the excitement of you being here, I'm surprised that she hasn't had a blackout yet. Alec, do you think you can walk without using your injured paw?"
"I suppose," Alec said.
I got to my...paws. I made sure not to step with my sprained paw. It was a little awkward, doing a little hop as I walked. But I could walk...more or less.
"Good. I'll need your help to find Cynder," Spyro said, "With the two of us, we can find her in half the time."
More like three quarters, thanks to my injured paw.
"Perhaps we should get Mal to help us out too," Alec suggested, "He will lessen the time just that much more."
"If we meet up with him, then we'll ask for his help," Spyro said, "But we can't wait for him to just arrive. We need to get going now."
With that said, Alec and Spyro headed out of the room in search for Cynder.
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Mal was heading back to his own quarters to get some rest himself. But on the way, he noticed a shape in one of the shadows. Mal went over to check it out.
"Cynder?!"
It was Cynder, laying on the floor unconscious.
"She must have had one of her blackouts. But what is she doing way over here?" Mal said to himself before noticing a trail, indicating that Cynder had been dragged, "What's this? Everyone here at the temple knows to take Cynder to the infirmary if she's found like this. Not to just drag her out of the way. I'd better get her to the infirmary. But I should let Spyro know about it."
Mal put his paw to the floor. Then he lifted it up, pulling up a purple crystal as he did.
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As Spyro and Alec were about to part ways to look for Cynder. Spyro felt an energy through the floor, that normally only purple dragons, Spyro and Mal, can sense. But Alec could feel the energy too.
I wasn't exactly sure of what I was feeling. I had a feeling that I wasn't sensing the energy the same way Spyro was. I was feeling a disturbance in the natural energy in the ground. Spyro however was probably sensing the energy that was causing the disturbance.
Spyro lifted up his paw, pulling up a purple crystal as he did. Alec wasn't sure what to think of this, since it was new to him and not from the games. But then Alec noticed Mal's image appear in the crystal.
"Mal, what's going on?" Spyro asked.
"I'll make this short," the image of Mal said, "I found Cynder. Meet me in the infirmary and I'll explain the details."
The image then vanished and the crystal receded back into the ground. "Uh...what just happened?" Alec asked as he followed Spyro towards the infirmary.
"Well, it's a trick I learned with Mal and Cynder," Spyro said, "We learned to use our convexity energy to summon purple crystals. Then we can use them to send messages to each other. Only me, Cynder, and Mal can sense the energy from the crystals though. And it takes allot of energy, which is why we keep the messages short."
"Before you rule me out, I didn't sense the convexity energy you sensed," Alec pointed out, "But I did sense the disturbance in the natural energy. I doubt I can actually summon the purple crystals like you can though."
"But that's not important now," Spyro said, "What's important is that Mal found Cynder and are at the infirmary. So let's go."
"I'm right behind you," Alec said, "Well technically, I'm limping behind you."
"Let's just get to the infirmary."
As we walked to the infirmary...well...as Spyro walked and I limped, Spyro explained to me that in the few years that I was away, he managed to learn how to sense convexity energy along with Mal and Cynder. They could sense the energy because of being purple dragons. However, since Cynder isn't technically a purple dragon, her being corrupted by a purple dragon in the past impregnated her with the powers of a purple dragon. Eventually, they learned to focus their convexity energy, compressing it. And in turn, they were able to form these purple crystals. Through training, they even learned to project their images through the convexity crystals, sending messages to each other. However, because of how much energy this takes, the messages have to be kept short and only used when necessary.
Silver dragons may be rare in these parts. But they certainly aren't special like the purple dragons.
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It was getting late and the healer was about to leave for the night when Mal came walking into the infirmary with Cynder on his back. The healer dragon changed her plans to see what was happening, "Is something wrong with Cynder?" the healer asked.
"I'm not sure. I think she just had one of her blackouts again," Mal said, "But we're supposed to bring her here when that happens."
"Well, okay," the healer said, "Is something bothering you?"
"Well, it's where I found her that concerns me," Mal explained, "I found her laying in the corridor leading to my quarters. She would have no reason to be in that area. But I noticed a trail leading from Cynder down the hall. It appeared that Cynder was dragged to that area, and that she blacked out somewhere else."
"Is it possible there's an intruder in the temple?" Alec asked as he limped in with Spyro. Spyro sped strait to Cynder to see if she was alright.
"I highly doubt that. But I can't say that it's not possible," the healer said, "But even if there is an intruder, where could he or she be?"
"Let's just assume that they're gone by now," Mal suggested.
"You're a wise dragon Mal," the healer said, "We should assume that whoever it was is gone by now. Now, our focus should be Cynder." With that said, the healer began to check over Cynder.
"Will she be alright?" Spyro asked worriedly.
"Cynder's fine. She's just unconscious," the healer said, "But I would like to suggest that she stay here over night, just to be on the safe side."
Other than the new ability to crystallize convexity, there isn't anything much to mention about this chapter.
But who is this intruder...and do they even exist?
Please R&R.
