Well, sorry for the long wait on this! I was on vacation…for a long time, and camp…and more vacation…yeah…anyway, I'll just get you to the chapter!
Enjoy…
Chapter 9:Finally
Gual was once again pacing back and forth, his staff in hand, and a cowering ape at the base of the stairs that led to his throne.
"Any news on our agent?" Gual bellowed, causing the small ape to shrink back.
"Um, well, it seems she has joined the dragons..." mumbled the ape shakily.
Gual stopped pacing and stood to face the giant doors that were at the other end of the room. He calmly contemplated what to do next. he could go and retrieve Cynder himself, or he could just attack the Temple with his entire army, killing everyone. Mabey he would hire an assassin. There was one in particular that he wanted to hire, but he couldn't find that specific assassin at the moment. His next choice would have been perfect as well, but she was a little too..."odd" for his liking. In fact, he thought she was down right mental. AFter thinking for what seemed like hours, he decided on his next move.
"Get the best 3 soldiers you know, I'm going to get Cynder, and remove a few annoyances as well."
Cynder sat on the top of a hill nearby the Temple, watching the sun rise, and the beautiful colors the sky became as it did. Last night was a little akward, since there was only one bed that she and Spyro had to share, but Spyro stated that he would sleep on the floor. Cynder still wasn't sure if that relieved her, or dissapointed her, even now. There were so many things she wasn't sure about, and not just the reason why she had chosen to follow Spryo in the first place. Now she had so many more questions! Like, what should she do now? What if Gual comes looking for her? What if Malefor returns? What happened last night? Who did it? Why? And finally...
"Am I actually gaining feeling for Spyro?" said Cynder out loud.
"I don't know, are you?"
Cynder jumped out of her scales when she heard the voice from right behind her, "Don't sneak-up on me!" shouted Cynder as she turned to see another black dragon sitting there. Cynder then realized something, "Wait, how did you sneak-up on me?"
The dragon shrugged, "It's what I do."
Cynder eyed him suspicousely. He was mostly back, with white horns and chest, and a horrible scar on one of his wings, "Who are you?" asked Cynder.
The dragon turned and began walking to a nearby tree, "Just someone doing job."
Cynder tilted her head to the side, "And that would be...?"
The dragon stopped, "Wouldn't you like to know?" then stepped behind the tree, out of sight.
Cynder ran behind the tree to force him to explain, but he was gone, "Well, now I have more questions, don't I?" said Cynder aloud.
"Do you talk to yourself a lot?"
Cynder nearly jumped out of her scales again, "Damnit, stop doing that!" shouted Cynder as she turned on the person that scarred her.
When she turned completely around, she found herself snarling in Spyro's face, who seemed very scarred at the moment, "Uhh, I don't know what I did, but I can take a hint." said Spyro sadly as he began to sulk away to the Temple.
Cynder realised what she had done and ran in front of him, "No, no! I diddn't mean to...i'ts just that, this guy, and he..." as Cynder spoke, her voice got quieter, and Spyro looked at her funny. Suddenly, Cynder just threw her arms us, "GAH! I just want to say..." Cynder took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."
Cynder looked at the ground sadly, tears forming in her eyes, 'Why am I crying?' thought Cynder.
Spyro was at a loss for words, heck, he couldn't even move. Cynder, his former enemy, was in front of him, apologising and crying, and he had no clue what to do.
Meanwhile, in a nearby tree, the black dragon facepalmed himself, 'He is such an idiot!' then he flapped his wings twice in Spyro and Cynder's direction. When the gust of wind hit Spyro from behind, it caused him to stumble forward into Cynder, bringing them both to the ground, with Spyro on top, muzzles nearly touching. Spyro gazed into Cynder's deep, sapphire, and still teary eyes, and Cynder returned the gaze.
"Spyro..." whispered Cynder softly, before she closed her eyes and leaned forward.
The black dragon watched the new couple from his perch in the tree, satisfied with his work, "Sometimes it's too easy." he whispered to himself. He lay on his back watching a cfar off storm cloud approach them. As he looked, he had a feeling that the storm wasn't a good sign for once, "Guess I spoke too soon." he mumbled to himself as he sat up and shook his body, "The fun's about to begin." saaid the black dragon as he prepared to take flight. It was time to tell his employer about his success, then he'd join the fight.
Ignitus watched the Pool of Visions alone, examining it's strange image. It showed a pure white background, with a silver lining, and aswirling mix of black and purple.
"This is very odd." mumbled Ignitus to himself.
Then, the image shimmered and changed. Now, a female dragoness, the color of snow, lay on the floor, craddling a small, black egg, a small, content smile across her lips.
"Who is that?" asked ignitus to himself.
Then, the image shimmered, and dissapated.
"Well then," said Ignitus, ruffling his wings, "That was interesting."
