Authors Note: I apologize for abandoning this story like an idiot. No excuses for what I did. Anywho, most of you have probably forgotten on what was happening here.
If so, then Spyro and Ember were in the Valley of Avalar, in Hunter's home in the cheetah village, when someone spots grublins. Although this grublins meant no harm, and Spyro knew it. Another cheetah suggested that the grublins should be disposed of, so he threatened to kill Spyro to do it. Instead, he found himself getting thrown in jail, and the grublins were thankful for Spyro's help. The grublins then, roam off into the nearby forests, which is where this chapter takes over.
I know about the mistakes I made in the past chapters *shivers*. So many errors, but still, I've gotten better since then so don't expect to be sitting in one spot, wondering what that word means. Anyways, enjoy the next chapter, and apologies for the long authors note . . . again.
Chapter 9
Spyro Meets Cynder
Spyro and Ember was back in Hunter's house, this time, Hunter was with them. Hunter was in the kitchen for a few minutes, then walked into his small living room with a loaf of bread.
Hunter's living room contained two comfy, tan couches, each big enough for Spyro and Ember to sleep on. Of course, there was an unlit fireplace in front of the two couches, and underneath the couches was a dull, plain looking pale carpet. To the right was the kitchen. It was small too, but it had many cabinets, and a stove. It also had a faucet and sink with a window over it. To the left was Hunter's bedroom with his bathroom inside it. It contained a medium sized bed with thick looking blankets, a dresser beside the bed, a window to the side, and a cabinet near the corner where the window was. One painting decorated Hunter's room. It was a painting of the Valley of Avalar. In the corner of the painting, you could see the cheetah village.
"So Spyro, when are you going to continue this story of your?" Hunter took a bite into the bread he was holding as he sat down on the nearest couch. Spyro and Ember sat on the other couch.
"My story?" Spyro questioned himself and thought back. "Where was I?"
"You were in school, with Flame," Ember reminded.
Spyro smiled, "Ah, yes. Well, me and Flame waited in the classroom by ourselves for the other students to show up. They did after a few minutes."
Barkwood Six Years Ago
Spyro dug through a toybox, bigger than himself, curious of what was inside. He found many familiar things, while he dug. Dragon figurines, a ball, blocks with letters on them, even a paddle ball.
Spyro took out the paddle ball. The object was simple, a paddle with a piece of stretchy string attached to it with a small rubber red ball attached to the end of the string. He remembered Ember showing this to him.
Spyro tried to bounce it off the paddle, the ball hit the paddle, the string stretched and brought the ball back. Then Spyro unexpectedly bounced the ball back again. Spyro laughed, but the ball missed the paddle the third time.
"I can't do those either," Flame smiled.
Spyro soon found himself, occupied in the paddle ball. He spent time with it, enough time for every one in the 4k class to arrive. When the time came, Spyro put the paddle ball down, and took his seat, as did the others. Spyro sat near the back of all the desks. There were only eight desks, two in the front, three in the middle, and three in the back.
Maia, the teacher, stood up from her desk and began, "Okay class, you all may have noticed that we have a new dragon in the class. Spyro, can you stand up for just a minute?"
Spyro shyly smiled as he stood up, seven other toddlers looking at him in the process. The class wasn't as big as Spyro thought it would, but he didn't mind. He actually liked it better that way.
"This is Spyro everyone. He'll be coming to school here for a little while. Alright, you may be seated Spyro."
Spyro silently obeyed. He didn't notice that Flame sat beside him. A few minutes later, he realized that and grinned. Spyro looked to his left, to notice a black dragon. The black dragon had six white horns, a reddish underbelly, and some markings on her forehead. Her tail ended in a white, yet dull looking sword.
Spyro looked at the black dragon for a moment, and the black dragon took notice of it. She looked over at Spyro for a moment, then smiled at him.
The day went on. Maia read a story to the whole class, a story about a dragon, getting lost in the forest. But he never gave up, the dragon knew that if he did, that would have been the end. Because this dragon never gave up, he found his way back home. The dragon's parents was happy to see their son again, so they threw a party for him.
Spyro knew the main point of the story. Giving up was the first step toward failure.
After Maia finished her story, she said, "Okay class, today's lesson is over."
"So does that mean we can go play now?" A white dragon in the front asked.
Maia smiled, "Yes, all of you can go play now. Have fun!"
Spyro's classmates all jumped out of their desks, and ran over to the nearest toybox. Spyro found himself smiling, still sitting in his desk. This school wasn't that much different than his old school. Which made Spyro happy.
"Come on Spyro," Flame tapped Spyro on the shoulder. "Didn't you hear my mom? We can go play now!"
Spyro looked over at his classmates, seeing them playing, making a mess within seconds. Spyro looked up at Flame, "Okay," he nodded.
Spyro stood out of his desk and walked over to a toybox his classmates hadn't gotten to yet. It was the same toybox he was at before. But his paddleball that he left on the floor was missing.
Spyro looked around for it, and seen a black dragon playing with it. It was the same black dragon who sat beside him. Instead of asking for it, Spyro watched for a moment.
The black dragon started bouncing the ball off the paddle, but only successfully bounced it back four consecutive times before the ball missed the paddle.
"You did better that time," Flame said. Spyro looked over at him and realized he was talking to the black dragon.
"Thank you," the black dragon replied. Her voice sounded soft and innocent. She put the paddleball down and walked over to Flame.
"Oh yeah, Spyro, this is Cynder. My friend that I told you about."
Cynder looked at the purple dragon all over, "It's good to meet you Spyro."
Spyro was silent for a moment. There was something about Cynder that made him nervous, he just couldn't figure it out. Then he finally replied. "You like that paddleball?"
Cynder nodded, "Sure, it's fun, but hard."
"Don't worry, I can't do it that good yet either."
Cynder only smiled in return. She didn't know how far that this friendship would take them, but she was willing to see where it would.
Back To Spyro And Ember
Ember shifted positions on the couch, "So that's how you met Cynder?"
"Yeah, she's a good friend, you should meet her sometime."
"I would like that," Ember replied.
Hunter laid back on the other couch, satisfied of what he ate. Spyro glanced over at him, then figured he was going to take a nap. But Hunter shifted, and stood to his feet.
"The sun should be getting ready to set in about two hours or so. If you need somewhere to stay, you two are welcome to stay here until morning."
Spyro looked over at Ember, "I don't know, I have friends that may be waiting for me. If I stay here, they may be wondering where I am."
"Ah, I see what you mean," Hunter said. "I'll be outside, in the village, if you need me."
"Alright Hunter," Spyro watched Hunter leave his hut and close the door behind him.
Meanwhile
Magnus and Lateef wandered around in a large meadow, wondering where Ember had ran off to. Lateef said that he saw Ember head towards the forest, but it was most likely that she was already back out of it. So the two of them walked by the forest, and continued on.
As the meadow ended, sand took up its place on the ground. They were still in an open area with an occasional tree, here and there. Another small patch of woods laid ahead of them. Then Magnus finally found a clue. Pawprints on the ground.
"Don't you think we should head back Magnus?" Lateef suggested, looking behind him, nervously. "We've been gone for an hour."
"Look, I just found some pawprints here on the ground," Magnus indicated.
Lateef walked to Magnus's side and looked at the same thing, "It seems your right." Lateef set his paw right beside the print to compare sizes. "It's a little smaller than mine, could be Ember's."
"Right, so we should follow them. They could lead us to Ember."
"You act as if she is in trouble," Lateef replied, looking ahead of himself.
"No, I'm just curious of where she and that other dragon went."
"You mean the purple dragon?" Lateef reminded.
"Whatever, it was your idea to come looking for her anyways, remember?"
Lateef shook his head, "Yes, I remember and I really don't care. I didn't make you come with me."
"Yes, I know that, I never skipped school before though," Magnus admitted as he began following the tracks. They looked as if they headed straight for the woods ahead of him.
Lateef began to follow, "There's a first for everything, I'm more worried about us getting lost."
Magnus looked over at Lateef, "So it's now, that you worry about us getting lost?"
"Just saying," Lateef began. "Anyways, I heard about some Valley in this direction. I never actually been to it though. They say it is a beautiful place to go."
"Stop getting girly on me Lateef," Magnus chuckled. "Besides, I'm going for my own reason. Like I said before, this purple dragon seems familiar to me."
Sorry but I was only able to update this one time this week. I'm working on the next chapter right now though.
