Chapter Nine: Cynder's Illness
Cynder was tied to the floor by the same thing that had chained her to Spyro all those years ago. This time, the chains were many, and they held her whole body down. The black dragoness growled and hissed at the two males circling her.
"What are we going to do?" Wondered Hunter, putting his bow down on a nearby table.
Spyro stood dangerously close to Cynder, "She's still Cynder... Somewhere in there. So we can't kill her, or imprison her."
"Says you." Grumbled the anthro-cheetah.
"Maybe there's some way of turning her back into her old self?"
Hunter couldn't hold his rage any longer. He slammed his fist into the wooden table supporting his weapon and yelled, "What about all the dragons she killed huh! What do you think they would do right now!"
Spyro snapped his jaws shut really close to his friend's neck, "Don't you dare mention her mistakes ever again, or so help me chronicler, I will tear you a new hole!"
Hunter swallowed nervously, a drop of sweat slowly making it's way down his forehead, "Um, sorry dragon. I didn't mean to offend."
"Well you did." Spyro sighed and walked over to his beloved. She still madly struggled at her chains, wanting release so bad that she'd probably die trying. Hunter watched the purple male slump down with sadness, and couldn't help but feel guilt.
"Don't worry Spyro, I'll help you the best I can." Spyro smiled up at him, "First of all, we'll need to find out what's bothering her. And to do that, we need the guardians."
"Okay, let's do this!" After the two guys left the room, Cynder calmed down. She sat there, completely tied up, chuckling to herself.
Sure the bush was secret enough, but for some strange reason, Flame just didn't feel right mating with Ember in there. He turned her advances down, and she had to settle with making out. The air was turning crisp, and the sky darker. The moon could just barely be seen past the slowly fading blue sky. In other words, it was becoming night. Ember noticed it first, being as environmentally attuned as she was, "Flame," She gasped, breaking from his embrace, "We should head in, it's getting quite dark."
The red dragon couldn't take his eyes off of her, "Really? Wow, time sure flies when you're having fun."
Ember responded with a coy grin, "You can get off me now."
"I know I can, but will I?" Flame chuckled and nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent with flared nostrils.
She giggled, "Flame, stop it. You and I both know the rules as well as anybody else.
"Yeah, yeah. Everyone must be in before dark, otherwise, the laws of curfew will take effect." Flame spoke as if reading it right from the book, "Let's go then." He lifted himself off of her and stepped out of the bushes. Ember followed him all the way to his room.
"So, you gonna let me stay here, or am I going to my place for the night?" The pink dragoness showed herself off to Flame as she said this, teasing his hindquarters with her heart-shaped tail tip.
The male smiled a great wide smile, "I'd have to be dumb to refusewhat you're offering."
Ember smiled, "So, top or bottom?"
"Not completely." Said Terrador sheepishly.
Cyril blushed, it was clearly evident on his light blue face, "Did... Did you enjoy it?" His voice was shaky; unsure.
The green guardian seemed to take forever to reply. He finally said, "Yes. Yes I did." And cracked a smile.
Volteer, who had been in the other room this whole time, and luckily wasn't the eavesdropping type, suddenly interrupted their sentimental moment, "Guys! Cynder's in trouble!"
"What!" Exclaimed both guardians. They all gathered in the pool of visions room, and found Hunter standing there, red cape billowing out from behind.
"Tell them what you told me Hunter." Ordered Volteer, motioning to the green and blue dragons.
The anthro-cat bowed, "Guardians, I come with bad news. Mistress Cynder has become ill. We are not sure how, or what with, but we know that something must be done. And quick!"
"Who is this we that you speak about?" Asked Cyril.
"Myself, and Spyro."
Spyro hurried as fast as he could, all four heavily muscled limbs pumping in order to move him at break-neck speeds. His destination, the medical wing. Just in case Cynder's problems were medical, there had to be a doctor on scene. He knew the perfect one. As the purple dragon galloped past each room, he heard the noises from inside. By looking at the room numbers, which hung in clear sight right above the doors, he could tell who lived in those rooms. Spyro looked up and noticed that he was coming up on his friend Flame's room. Wondering if he could tell the red dragon about Cynder's problem, he screeched to a halt in front of the door. Slowly opening it, just a crack, Spyro couldn't help but grin. There, on the bed, was Flame and Ember. They were making love to one-another in the noisiest possible fashion. The purple dragon didn't want to disturb his buddy, so he respectfully closed the door, and ran off. Quietly, he congratulated himself on finding his friend the right dragoness. Finally, Spyro came to the infirmary. Stepping inside, he was immediately met by a rushed young gold dragon, "Excuse me, Spyro sir, what can we do for you?"
Spyro put on his best smile, and asked, "Is Ash here?"
"Yeah, she's around back taking care of a patient. Would you mind waiting?"
The purple hero shook his head, his eyes widening and his smile fading, "No, that wont do. Tell her that it's Cynder. She'll understand."
No less than five minutes later, Ash and Spyro charged down the hall in hopes to save a black dragoness. Ash was bigger than Spyro, but only by a inch or so. She had copper scales with dark spots all over her head. Her underbelly was the color of the ground. Ash had the same horns, claws, and tail-ending, of Cynder. Some said they were sisters. Others, said that Ash was Cynder's mother. But the truth was, Ash and Cynder were just the same species of dragon, not related at all. They turned a corner, and saw Spyro's room only fifteen feet away! Speeding up, both dragons burst through the door, startling all of the people inside, "Where is she!" Yelled Ash.
Terrador stepped out of her way, and the bronze gasped. Cynder looked worse than ever! The scales on her neck and limbs were falling off; the result of tugging against the chains. He eyes were dull and lifeless. The only thing that showed she was still in there somewhere, was the faint glow everyone could feel at the sight of her best friend Ash, "It doesn't look good." Commented Cyril, his head dangling over Cynder like a lamp over a desk.
Spyro sighed, slouching, "Could you guardians find out what is wrong with her?" They all individually shook their heads sadly.
"My turn." Ash walked slowly over to the restrained dragoness, and placed a paw on it's forehead. Then she took an assortment of strange-looking tools and devices from her pouch that she carried around with her everywhere. It was something her father had made and fastened to her back one day when she was just little. Everyone else, knowing how the bronze dragoness preferred to be left alone while she worked, left to wait outside the room.
Siting at either side of the door, Cyril and Terrador couldn't help but keep exchanging glances.
"So, are you two going to kiss or what?" Joked the yellow guardian. Nervousness tugged at Spyro, forcing him to chuckle. Both Terrador and Cyril didn't find it funny though.
"What are you implying?" Growled Terrador.
"Nothing! It's just, I couldn't help but notice how often you two seem to be looking at each other." The old dragon grinned.
Spyro remembered how Cynder was in the room just a few feet away, and hurriedly said, "Hey hey, no fights okay? This is not the time, nor the place." He knew that they liked to fight a lot, even though they were old. And I mean hand-to-hand fight, not just plain bickering.
Both guardians heeded Spyro's words and backed down, "He started it." Grumbled Terrador.
Volteer heard, and retorted with, "No, you did by eye-flirting with Cyril!"
Spyro sighed and shook his head impatiently, "Look, would you both please shut the hell up!"
They went quiet. Not because they had any intention of following Spyro's orders, but because they had never thought Spyro would get the the balls to say something like that to them! Cyril felt so proud! All three guardians stood there smiling at the accomplished purple dragon, who was thoroughly confused at the moment. Until, of course, Ash poked her head out from behind the door. All faces turned to her, "She's asking for you Spyro." Spyro nodded and followed her inside.
Cynder lay unconscious right where he left her, "What happened? I mean, what did you do?" Spyro started sniffing at his mate's face.
"Nothing of great significance, I only introduced a tranquilizer into her system that'll shut her down for the time being. I needed her to be still while I worked on her." Ash wandered over to her tool-box, and started picking through it with a paw.
Spyro was confused, "Uh, Ms. Ash?"
"Yes?" The bronze female replied without turning to look at him.
"How could she request me without being able to move or think?"
Ash chuckled as she turned around holding a few vials in the curled up claws at the end of her wing. They contained a fluorescent pink fluid, and gave the purple dragon a warm, fuzzy feeling, "She didn't. I just wanted you here to help me."
"Help you? With what exactly?"
The female doctor sighed, "Enough questions. Just hold open her mouth." Spyro proceeded to pry his lover's jaws open with the gentlest care possible. Ash slowly tipped the glass tube's contents into the black dragoness, and stood back, "Spyro, step back, you'll thank me later." The purple dragon donned a worried expression as he followed Ash's retreat.
Cynder's eyes burst wide open! She cried out in pain and horror while writhing at the bonds around her limbs! Spyro had to utilize all ounces of his will to keep himself from running to her, "Argh!" She roared. The bronze doctor noticed Spyro's anxiety, and wrapped a wing around him.
"She'll be fine, trust me." She smiled at him as best she could with Cynder's laments in the background. Spyro smiled back, looking more relaxed, "It'll all be over soon."
End Chapter Nine: Cynder's Illness
Author's notes:
Ash was randomly created just for this story. She isn't an OC, so feel free to take her if you wish. Oh, and warning for next chapter, there might be a lemon.
