My master returns.
We're too late!
Spyro!
She cannot escape it...
She will!
She cannot resist!
No!
None can deny the will of the Dark Master.
You can't take her away!
The mountain calls, and they answer.
We'll save her!
No one can save her now...
No! We will! She can't! I won't let her!
She's gone now...
No!
It's too late...
No!
You'll be killed if you go after her.
I'll kill you! We'll save her! We can do it!
It's time you learn how complicated life can be...
Cynder!
She's dying...
What did we do?
She is just like me...
We've got to get out of here...
I can't leave her behind...
I have to save her...
Save the beast that's been trying to kill us...
They've all said the same thing about her.
It's not true!
Even your own brother. 'She's evil. She's corrupted. She will turn her back on you. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave her behind.' But did you listen? No.
NO! Go away!
Leave her behind.
No!
That wasn't her fault...
"Spyro... Crystal.."
Voices... why? Deep whispers... calling our names... Not good; go away...
"Spyro...Crystal..."
"SPY—"
"Spyro!"
I jolted up, along with Spyro. We found ourselves staring at the moons. My heart pounded frantically in my chest, and I had to breathe heavily.
"Hey Spyro, Crystal, some night, huh? Beautiful." I looked at Sparx who hovered beside us, then realized he was the one that I had heard calling our names. The dream was fuzzy, but its meaning rung clear.
"What is it that you want, Sparx?" I asked, standing up, my tail waving to help keep me on my shaky feet.
"Huh. Why do I have to want something? I'm just ready to begin the best day ever now that the evil psycho she-dragon is gone," Sparx replied.
"What? ! Cynder... what do you mean, Sparx?'! Spyro snapped.
She will turn her back on you... I pushed that eerie thought away. No.
"Whoa, calm down, big fella. Gosh, you're awfully tense... Hmm, haven't been sleeping much?" Sparx asked, shaking his head.
"You know very well we haven't been sleeping much, glow stick," I said, glaring at Sparx.
"You should listen to Volteer tell one of his stories. That'll put anyone to sleep," Sparx suggested, rolling his eyes at me.
"Sparx, get to the point. What happened?" Spyro asked.
I sighed. How could he stay so calm and so patient while I couldn't? He had actually been more patient than ever lately. He rarely, if ever, lost his temper, while I remained unchanged.
"Okay, you ready? I got up to get some fresh air, since I don't sleep much these days with, ah, the female-of-fright hanging about. When, lo and behold, there she was, sneaking out into the garden," Sparx explained. He shivered. "Gives me the creeps. See my teeth?" His teeth chattered. I rolled my eyes.
"Come on. We have to find her. It's dangerous for her to be outside the temple at night," Spyro said, turning to leave.
Sparx flew in front of Spyro, blocking him off. "It's dangerous for any of us to be outside the temple at night. Besides, Ignitus said you had to wait 'til your powers return. 'cause you're weak." Sparx snickered. I glared at him, just about ready to smack him.
"No time to argue! Come on!" Spyro snapped. He ran forward.
Sparx cleared his throat. "Uh... you're helpless without me. I'll... come with you."
I would have grinned had there not have been something more important to do. I ran forward, and into the training room.
It was...eerie. The statue of that strange dragon, its eyes were glowing. Of course, they always glowed, but tonight they seemed to shine a little bit brighter. I had to remember to ask Ignitus what made them glow once we found Cynder.
I walked carefully through the room, silent as a mouse, as the statue loomed over us and watched us with its all-seeing eyes.
I stopped for a second and turned around once we reached the door. I looked up to the dragon. His back was to me now, of course, as I had passed around him. The glass skylight reflected moonlight off the carved stonework.
I realized with a jolt that usually the statue was facing the Pool of Visions room, but now it was facing the balcony.