A/N: Not much to say but this. Sorry Guest: Ready Set Go, I did not mean to offend you by what I said. On another note this chapter might piss some people off, others will be going 'what the hell'. Not to add the point that school is starting in a few days so I'm going to be working as best I can to get this chapter in. More than likely I won't finish and have to find time when school does start. Also be prepared for this not to make much sense, unless you read it right. The reason, I am practically making the Fullmuth Arena, not counting that I'm pretty sure there is no town around it. Speaking of which, how did y'all like that idea?
You know the dialog.
Disclaimer: I don't own Spyro or its franchise.
Spyro woke up first again. He went to the Mind-scape again. This time with more progress. He found that he could now hold his fire, despite him only being able to produce it in his mind, for a few moments before losing it. It was only a little while before he woke that Spyro was able to hold the fire and even move it, but when he incased his body with it, it simply dissipated. When Spyro did so he felt a strain on his mind, like it wasn't used to doing that. He could only guess that that was one of the side effects of learning how to control fire.
Spyro looked around the room he was in and decided to wait until Cynder woke before moving and laid his head down. As he waited he thought over Cynder's actions last night. He found them strange but at the same time he welcomed the feelings that came with them. The only real reason they were strange though was because Cynder had been sleeping next to him since they first arived in Warfang. Spyro honestly liked Cynder, and if he was right, going off the information he got from his vision, then Cynder might be more to him than what he thinks.
'I can only wait for now. But not forever. Maybe if we both survive this war I'll tell her.' Spyro thought.
Spyro laid his head down and waited until Cynder woke, which wasn't long. As the sun started to rise, more than likely already past the horizon because all Spyro could see out the window was buildings, and shined through the window, it's ray slowly fell on Cynder. Spyro watched it as it did and smiled when it fell on Cynder's eyes, forcing her to squirm, trying to hind from the light. She finally gave up after a few minutes, finally deciding that the sun would never stop and slowly open her eyes. When she looked at Spyro she saw him smiling down at her, as if amused by her fight with the sunlight. Cynder growled at him.
"What are you looking at." It wasn't a question, and it only made his smile grow. Cynder just scoffed and rolled her eyes, standing to do her morning routine. Spyro chuckled at her reaction and stood and did his routine as well, stretching like a cat would and popping his back.
When they were done they put their armor on. As Spyro was doing so he looked around the room. Since it was daylight he could see better and saw just how big the room was. It had a bed in the center, a desk on the far side by the windows, and dressers by the door. The walls were wood and colored a deep red.
When they were done they gave a nod to each other and walked out the door and down the hallway to the stairs. As they walked down the stairs they saw others walking the halls, all on two legs. Some of them gave the pair a strange look but none stopped them.
When they reached the bottom the bartender greeted them. There weren't many within the lobby, or bar if you preferred. All that were there last night were gone.
"Morning. Just take a seat anywhere you wish, that is if you want to eat." He said as he wiped the bar. Cynder looked to Spyro who shrugged, and followed Cynder as she led them to a back corner and, after moving a chair out from under the table there, leaped up and sat down on it. Luckily the chairs were big enough to easily seat them. After watching her Spyro did the same and looked around. The place mostly consisted of tables and chairs, the bar taking up the right side of the room, and the door on the far side of where they were at. The few others that were there sat at the tables as well. The tables were tall enough that they came just to the top of Spyro's head. The bartender approached them.
"Sorry about the tables, after dragons stopped coming here I changed them out to accommodate my other customers. Now I know that dragons normally eat their food raw but for the rest of my customers, would you mind if the deer were cooked?" Spyro didn't know what he meant by cooked so he let Cynder answer. Cynder just nodded. The bartender nodded back.
"Alright. Same price as I told you last night, I'll bring the food out when it's done. Oh, and the only thing done to them is them being gutted." With that he turned and walked back to the bar, going through a door they didn't see before. When Cynder made sure they were clear of any listeners, she spoke, though quietly.
"Don't worry. A cooked deer isn't bad." Cynder told Spyro when she saw his concerned look. Spyro just raised a brow but said nothing. While they waited Cynder pulled out her coin bag and counted the gold needed for the food. As she did Spyro pulled his sharpening stone out and sharpened his gauntlet blade.
"Didn't I give you that other bag of gold?" Cynder whispered to Spyro. He replied by reaching into one of his pouches and pulled out the bag of coin and gave it to her and continued to sharpen his blade.
'This isn't going to be enough. We only have enough for one of use to get through.' Cynder thought after she counted through the coins. When she finished she put them back in their bags, leaving the gold for the food, and put them in her coin pouch. Cynder looked up, as if the answer would be right there in front of her. Her eyes fell on a male, a black striped feline with an orange-redish base color. A tiger if Cynder remembered right from her teachings. He was talking to another, a male black panther. They were on the far side by the doors. Even though they were quite a ways from them Cynder could clearly hear them.
"The only real problem was the fact that she was squealing." The tiger said.
"That's simple to solve. Just break their noses. Then you can get back to the fun." The pair shared a chuckle. Cynder caught on to what they were talking about and it made her silently snarl. She hated those kind of people. The bartender came back, carrying a cooked deer carcass. He looked at her then to the pair, and back to her.
"I agree with you. I don't like their kind neither. Here, I'll be back with the other." He spoke. Cynder glanced at him then back at the pair, pushing the gold payment to him. The bartender gathered the gold and walked back to the room from where he came. Cynder kept staring at the men. Her eyes fell on a bag on the tiger's belt. As he moved around Cynder could hear a slight clink inside. She grinned like she used to when she went into battle, despite knowing what she did was wrong, she still enjoyed the fights.
'Now I just need a plan. But first I better eat.' Cynder thought as she started to eat the deer in front of her. It wasn't the best tasting deer but it was better than nothing. The bartender soon brought out the other for Spyro, who finished sharpening his blade and started eating.
'Well, Cynder was right. It isn't bad but it isn't that good neither.' Spyro thought.
While Cynder was eating she noticed the pair look around them and their gaze soon fell on her. When it did Cynder made sure they didn't realize she was watching them. Maybe she didn't need to come up with a plan. She might need the help of Spyro though.
"Spyro, we don't have enough gold to get us both into the Arena. Those two over there by the door might have to help us." Cynder whispered to Spyro. He looked over there at them then back to her.
"How?"
"Their gold. Just wait here until they leave."
"How do you know they will?"
"Trust me." Spyro didn't know what she was going to do but he did trust her.
When Cynder finished eating she got up and went for the door, making sure to look vulnerable and even added an more swing in her walk. She needed to make sure they followed after all.
Spyro had no true idea how Cynder knew they would follow her but after seeing what she did then the look the pair got made it click. The pair thought she was an easy pray. After they left Spyro made his leave. When he got outside Spyro saw that the streets were quite busy, unlike last night, but Spyro could still find the pair, ahead of them was Cynder and she was leading them straight to an alley. Spyro made his way there and watched as the pair did the same. When he got there Spyro saw that the alley was unoccupied for all but the two strangers, Cynder, and him. Cynder made another turn, the pair right behind her and gaining. Spyro checked around the corner to see what was up.
Cynder was glad she found an dead end, and abandoned at that. She heard the footsteps behind her stop so she turned around.
"Guess your not from around here?" The tiger said. Cynder just raised a brow.
"Now we'll make this simple, do as we say, you live and can come with us. Don't, we still get what we want and you die, no one will miss you." The panther said with a chuckle at the end. Cynder looked away and chuckled. She stopped as she made her way to them, her face having her old grin once more. Cynder saw Spyro sneaking up behind the panther so she went to the tiger.
"Oh, anxious are we? Well, I'm happy to comply." The tiger said, taking a step closer. Before he could move anymore Cynder jumped and spun at the same time, they were taller, and let her tail blade do the work. The panther just stood in shock at seeing his friend's head fall, the body soon following. Before he could act though Spyro ran up his back and slit his throat with his gauntlet blade. Spyro jumped off before the body hit the ground. After making sure he was dead Spyro looked at Cynder.
"There was a reason to do this right?" Cynder just deadpanned.
"Well of course there was. We only have enough gold for one of us to get by and they had more than enough. Besides, I don't like their kind so I thought we could rid the world two more of their kind. Go watch the alley. Make sure no one comes this way." Spyro just shrugged and walked off. Sure he didn't like killing but then again, he hated those kind of people more.
As Spyro waited he thought of what was to come. It was actually easier than he originally thought. But like the old saying goes, it's calm before the storm. More then likely after they get in the Arena something is going to go wrong.
Cynder soon joined Spyro and nodded to him. They had what they needed so they made their way back to the street then towards the Arena. All they needed was more gold, and Cynder was lucky enough they they wrote how much was inside on the gold bag's side, and she found two thousand total so she just put it in her coin pouch and the gold she had went to Spyro, who put it in one of his pouches without question.
When they got to the bridge going to the Arena they found that there were about five lines starting at different booths where they needed to pay to get in. The dragon pair joined the smallest one. They soon made their way to the front.
'It's surprising how civilized they are for outlaws.' Cynder thought. She also noticed guards, canine guards. The Scavengers. Cynder was distracted from her thoughts by an distubance on the street.
"I saw you. You stole my gold." One said, it was to far to distinguish who, or what, they were.
"Don't know what your talking about to be honest with you." Another said. That one turned away. The first didn't like this and jumped on him, starting a fight. No one stopped them.
'Guess I was wrong.' Cynder turned back around, it was her turn.
"How many." The clerk said boringly. Probably doesn't get to see the fights.
"Two." Cynder made sure her voice was the way like the day before.
"Then it's twelve hundred gold." Cynder handed over the gold she had. The clerk counted through it quickly, surprisingly. When he started to push the eight hundred back Cynder spoke.
"Keep." The clerk's brows raised but he said nothing as he put the gold behind him. He motioned for them to pass. A gate was there and it opened and closed right behind them. They just continued on. As they made their way through, Cynder was leading, they saw that others were already inside. Cynder made her way up every chance she got. Eventually they reached the top and came out at the center. The center being a giant round arena and they were at the top of the stands.
"We'll wait here until the fights start then look around." Cynder said as she laid down. There was no need to hide her voice, there was no one else around. Spyro just nodded and laid down next to her.
As they waited Spyro decided to have a conversation. They had nothing else to do.
"Hey Cynder, I was wondering. What's with your voice? When I first ran into you made this strange screeching noise." Cynder looked at him.
"You mean on Munitions Forge? I wouldn't know what I said because Malefor was in control remember. Besides anytime I fly at fast speeds my wings would make a siren like noise. That's probably what you heard." Spyro nodded. He forgot that Cynder had said that Malefor had taken control of him most of the time.
"What about when I went to save Ignitus. You spoke then." Cynder looked away. She hadn't told him the whole truth of that night. She looked back to him before speaking.
"Spyro, the only real reason I was able to save you that night was because Malefor hadn't really taken control of me yet. While I was talking I was really just buying time to bargain with Malefor. He actually wanted to take control of me do he could kill you. It took some time but I managed to make a deal that if he didn't take control then I would fight you and force you into a submission. It was the only way I could actually make sure you lived." Spyro looked down as he took in what he heard. Cynder was actually in control when they fought. But she only did it to save his life. Truthfully he want to be angry with her but Spyro couldn't muster up the will to do so. He always fell back down anytime he wanted to be mad at her. For every bad she had a reason, a good reason. In the end Spyro nodded.
"I understand. You said before that Malefor had been in control. Let me guess, you lied then because you felt that I would be mad at you." Cynder looked surprised. Despite lying to him he still forgave her. Cynder nodded.
"I felt that I should gain your trust more before telling you the truth, or at least the full truth. There's more if you want to know." Cynder suggested. Spyro shook his head.
"No. At least not now. We'll have plenty of time to talk when this is all over. But know this, no matter what you have to say, I'll never change my out look on you." Cynder smiled, almost tearing up even.
"Thank you Spyro. That means a lot to me." Spyro nodded to her. Then a thought came to mind.
"You never did answer my question." Cynder looked at him skeptically.
"What question?" Spyro grinned and gave her a look that said 'this is funny.'
"What's with you voice?" Spyro said slowly, his grinned never faltering. Cynder just rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Tell me what it sounded like to you." Spyro's grin finally fell.
"You mean you don't know what you sounded like?" Cynder shrugged.
"Not really. I never asked anyone, mostly because I was surrounded by apes." Spyro chuckled at that. Cynder just gave Spyro an annoyed look.
"I can understand that. Alright well, when you spoke at the fortress you had this sort of smug tone, like you were enjoying what was happening." Cynder answered that one easily.
"I was doing that to help buy time. Malefor was listening in so I had to sound convincing." Spyro accepted that.
"Okay, what about the seductive tone." Spyro grinned at that, though he was blushing.
'Thank you temporary black scales.'
Cynder froze. Did she really have a seductive tone when she spoke in her adult form.
"Uh, seductive?"
"Well yeah. That's the best I can discribe it." Spyro confessed.
"Well, maybe that was just what my voice sounds like when I am a adult, or at least my adult form." Spyro's just shook his head. Cynder saw this and looked at him. When Spyro saw her looking at him he looked at her and their eyes met. For a moment they just stayed that way. Then they started laughing. It started light and low and grew into a full blown laughing fit. Soon both were on their sides. Cynder took a breath.
"Be wary or I will have enchant you with my voice!" Cynder said before she started laughing again. Spyro joined in and rose to speak.
"Oh no! It's the Seductress! Run!" Spyro fell back down, laughing all the way.
They laughed until their sides hurt. When they did stop they just laid next to each other and just enjoyed they others presence.
An hour had passed and the stands were mostly full. Surprisingly no one sat near them, no even really paid them much mind. A voice broke through the chatter the crowd had started.
"Welcome, welcome all of you. Now I ask you to brace yourselves. This Arena is not called the Flying Arena for nothing." It was coming form the bottom, by the pit in the center. Soon the Arena started to shake as it rose into the sky. Cynder nudge Spyro.
"See that big one down there. He's the boss of the Scavengers. But really its the two parrot-like birds on his shoulders are the real bosses. The big one can't speak so they do it for him." Cynder said as the Arena rose higher. The Arena stopped rising.
"Well, now we have a lot of fighters today, but once we're out, we'll let whoever of you wish to jump on it to fight each other until the end of the day. But first, our main challenger. He is from the Village of Avalar, and can win his freedom if he defeats the of our champions. Though unlikely. First, the is the Blundertails!" Cynder stopped caring, they weren't here for the fights.
"Spyro," Spyro looked from the pit to Cynder. "Come on. I saw a map on the way in. From what I saw the docks are on the other side of the Arena on the outside. More than likely most of the guards are here watching the fights. Hopefully we can sneak into the ship, get the map, and get back here before the end of the day. We should be able to get off when the fights are over." Spyro nodded to her plan and followed Cynder back inside.
It wasn't long before Spyro became bord of the wooden wall, ceiling, and floor that seemed endless and never stopped going in circles. Just before Spyro was going to let out a sigh he heard a familiar voice that stopped him. Cynder soon took notice of this.
"Shadow, what are you doing?" Cynder asked, switching to his alias. Spyro gave her a glance before trying to pinpoint the voice again. He followed it to a turn off of the corridor they were in, Cynder right on his tail. Spyro listened closer.
"Yes, sir, I'll be back soon."
'Now where have I heard that voice before?' Spyro thought to himself. Then it hit him. Munitions Forge. Spyro heard footsteps coming towards him. After making sure there was no one else around Spyro waited until the voice's owner came around the corner. The moment Spyro recognized him he quickly grabbed him and covered his mouth. The Manweersmall squirmed in his grip.
"Now Mole-Yair, calm down and I'll let you go. Just don't yell." Mole-Yair stopped squirming at his name. Spyro let him go and he turned around to see who it was.
"I'm a'frade you hav mey at an dis'vantage here." Mole-Yair said. Spyro chuckled, his accent sill sounded strange.
"Not surprising. Last you saw of me I was purple and trying to free your people on Munitions Forge." Mole-Yair cocked his head to the side.
"I don't know what you mean by 'saw'. My kin hav bad sight. Smell is how we tell dif'rance. You're's iz familiar but dif'rant. Like I've met you but your smell changed. Like some'tin else is mixed in." Spyro thought for a bit.
'It couldn't be much, the places I've been sleeping. No. My sleeping arrangements. No. Wait, Cynder.'
"That is explainable. But really. We've met." Spyro checked around for listeners. "I'm Spyro." Mole-Yair's face brightened.
"Sp-" he was cut off by Spyro covering his mouth.
"Not so loud. I can't let others know who I am. Just call me Shadow for now." Mole-Yair nodded then looked Spyro up and down.
"Me sight may be bad but I know you were purple, no black."
"It's a spell, magic, to hide my identity." Spyro had a thought.
"Wait, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, sad tat iz. After you left pirates came an' took us. But we are to weak to fight so we are forced to act az zervantz to these mongrelz."
"Well, we might be able to help. But I need your help again. We are trying to get to the main ship so we can find a map. After that we can get you and your people out of here."
"Thats good. My kin are on the main ship. Here, I'll lead you there. But, who iz you're friend." Spyro didn't k ow how to answer that one, but Cynder did.
"You might know me by another name but you can call me Sin." Mole-Yair took a sniff of her then back tracked.
"By Godz. Spyro, don't you know who iz by you?" Spyro sighed.
"Yes I do. But trust me, she's trying to pay for what she did. I promise that if we get out of here that I'll explain in full." Mole-Yair seemed weary but he did trust Spyro so after a moments hesitation, he motion them to follow he led them to the ship docks.
The walk was in silence. They didn't run into anyone, like as if Mole-Yair knew where everyone was going to be and evaded them. Soon they left the inside maze of the Arena and out into the open. Mole-Yair mentioned for them to follow him behind a pile of crates.
"Thiz zun is blinding. Look, there. That iz the lead ship. There'z guards by the bridge an' only pirates can get by. I can, but you must find your own way. After that, I'll be below the deck near the bottom to help set my kin free. Good luck." With that, Mole-Yair walked off towards the ship. Spyro looked at the ship.
"Wouldn't the captain's cabin be on top near the back?" Cynder nodded.
"Yeah. we'll get on then split up. You go help Mole-Yair and I'll get the map." Spyro looked troubled by that but nodded anyway.
"Already, follow me." Spyro said and moved out from their cover only to move into another, Cynder right behind him. This continued until they were next to the lead ship.
"Now, how do we get up there?" Spyro thought out loud. Cynder answered him by jumping off the side of the dock and onto the side of the ship. Spyro freaked and checked for anyone looking.
"Pisst, Spyro. Come on." Spyro looked up and saw Cynder on top of the ship. Spyro guessed she climbed, and if the claw marks were anything to go by then she did. Spyro just shook his head and checked for onlookers before doing the same as Cynder.
"About time." Cynder scolded him when he finally got to the top.
"From what I an see there isn't very many pirates up here. Go on and head down below the deck. I'll go for the map." Spyro nodded to her and looked for a way down. He found one, just it lead straight down, all the way to the bottom.
'Well, no one said this would be easy.' With that Spyro jumped in the cargo hole.
It took a while but Cynder finally made her way to the cabin. She had to keep ducking in and out of hiding places. Sure there wasn't any guards on ship but there were on others. All Cynder had to do was not be seen. Now Cynder only had one problem. Where the hell is the map. The cabin had a few rooms in it. First was the bedroom, nothing much in there. Next was a room full of gold with a desk in the middle. Cynder guessed the map wouldn't be in the bedroom so she went for the gold room. After looking on a couple of the shelves Cynder went to the desk.
And could have slapped herself for being dumb.
Right in the middle of the desk was a map of the whole world. Cynder just sighed and grabbed the map, folded it and put it in one of her pouches. Cynder just shook her head as she left.
'Why didn't I think of that sooner. May as well go help Spyro.' Cynder thought as she left the cabin. She didn't get far before pirates suddenly jumped from nowhere and surrounded her. Cynder just deadpanned. They were close to her. Stupid.
"Really guys?" Cynder said before she jumped and spun while still in the air, either cleaving heads off or cutting into them to give an instant death with her tail blade. All ten pirates fell to the ground, dead. Before Cynder could get any farther though she heard clapping. Looking to its source Cynder saw the pirate's leader, the two parrot-like creatures on his shoulders. The annoying one was clapping.
"Well done. You could have been one hell of a pirate." Sniff's voice was high as ever, though slightly deep. Cynder just raised a brow. Scratch spoke.
"Ever since that other female Dragon wore that armor here we have been looking out for it. And preparing for it." At the last Skabb drew his blade, a pure black blade. Cynder gulped. She remembered what Cyril told her about the armor and it's one weakness. And now she was about to get into a fight with the one person who's blade can pierce her armor. This might not end well. Skabb chuckled evilly before lunging at Cynder.
Spyro let out a tired sigh. After he landed on the bottom he started to run into guards, or pirates. They might not have been on the top deck but they were below. After finishing off the last he finally found Mole-Yair, who was by cells full of his people. After freeing them then escorting them to a higher deck, lead by Mole-Yair, he said there were small boats attached to the side they could use to escape on.
"That'z everyone. What about you?" Mole-Yair asked.
"I'm going to find Cynder. We'll leave from the top deck." They suddenly heard footsteps.
Above them.
"That zoundz like it'z coming from the dock. Your friend might be in trouble." Spyro nodded.
"Yeah, I think your right. I better hurry. Hurry and get out of here." Not giving him a chance to respond, Spyro ran off and up any where he could. He soon reached the top and saw that Cynder was out cold in a corner. Her armor was torn beyond repair and she was bleeding from numerous cuts and stabs. A big pirate stood above her, ready to bring his blade down for a killing blow. Acting fast, Spyro ran towards the canine. As Spyro ran he realized he wouldn't be fast enough. Digging deep within himself, Spyro felt his blood move through his body faster and his body move faster, while everything else moved slower. Spyro rammed into the canine, knocking him to the side and knocking the sword out of his hand while everything went back to normal.
"What the? Where did he come from?" Spyro heard. He quickly got back up and stood in front of Cynder, protecting her from harm. He looked around for the owner of the voice. When the canine got back up two parrot-like birds landed on its shoulders.
"There's the other dragon. Great, now we have him to deal with. Skabb, kill him." One of them spoke.
'This must be Scratch and Sniff. That big guy must be Skabb.' Spyro thought. Skabb was looking around for his sword.
"The sword fell off the side. Just use your spare. Sniff, let's use the cannon." The one who spoke must have been Scratch. He and the other opened a strange chest backpack that had a small cannon. Spyro knew what they could do and didn't want to get hit. Skabb reached behind him and drew another sword and charged Spyro. Spyro ducked and weaved around as the blade cut a path through the air at him.
This continued for a while. Spyro managed to dodge most of it but got hit a few times. Luckily it was on his armor. Spyro also managed to get a few hits in as well.
"Alright Skabb, the cannons ready. AIM!" Skabb hunched over, the cannon pointing at Spyro, who backed up. "READY! FIRE!" The cannon when off and just when Spyro thought he was going to die, he felt the same rush from before and saw everything slow down, he still able to move normally. This time Spyro took more time to analyze everything. He saw the flash of the powder slowly go outward. The ball flying out of the cannon. The slow motion of Sniff pointing his wing forward while yelling. Before Spyro could look more though he felt time start to return to normal so he moved out of the way of the ball. A blast of wood and metal went off next to him after he moved.
"What!? How did we miss? Skabb, attack while we reload." Skabb grunted and charged again, this time with more vigour and strength. Spyro dodged best he could but a lucky hit took his helmet off.
"Ha, not so easy is it dragon." Sniff gloated. He must have been the annoying one.
Spyro backtracked some to gain room, not realizing that the cannon was ready.
"READY! AIM! FIRE!" The cannon blasted again. Spyro was far enough though that he could dodge it without doing what he did before. Sniff didn't seem that put out about missing again. Skabb didn't wait for an order and just charged again. Spyro decided to meet him head on, this time blocking and attacking with his own blades. There were sparks flying around as their blades clashed against one another. They broke apart, both trying to catch their breath. Spyro saw the birds speak with each other before one flew off towards the captain's cabin, disappearing inside.
"Alright Skabb, hold in there for a little while longer. Speaking of which. READY! AIM! FIRE!" Another cannon blast sent more metal flying towards Spyro. After dodging Spyro was about to dodge before Scratch interrupted him.
"Move and she dies." Spyro looked towards the voice and saw Scratch standing on Cynder, a strange device with green glowing liquid inside, a small metal piece inside of Cynder. While Spyro hesitated Skabb had moved over by Scratch. Spyro knew he couldn't do anything to stop them. He was tired and pieces of his armor had been forcefully removed during the fight.
"Now I know who this is and I knew that she is immune to all poisons but this kind is different. It is the only kind that can kill a poisonous dragon. What it is in is called a syringe. It's used to put liquid inside of someone." Spyro had a look of horror on his face. Scratch grinned.
"Listen to what I say and she lives. Drop your weapons and step away." Spyro did so without question.
"Good. You listen quite well." He took the syringe out of Cynder and Spyro let out a breathe he was holding.
"Too bad we're pirates and liars." With that Scratch poked the syringe back in and injected the poison in Cynder.
"NOOOO!" Spyro screamed. Scratch and Sniff laughed.
"Skabb, throw her overboard." Sniff said. Scabb did so. All three watched as Cynder's limp form fell.
Spyro couldn't stand for it and made a mad dash for their side of the ship and jumped off the side, being sure to keep his wings closed so he could easily fall down. He fell Spyro noticed that they were over the water and far from land. But that didn't matter to him. The only thing that did was Cynder, and if he didn't hurry she would hit the water with out protection, so Spyro flapped his wings to propel him faster downward. He just caught Cynder fifty feet above the water and tried to slow down but was to late. They hit the water and Spyro knew no more.
A/N: Alright. There's you a cliff hanger. I know that the chapters are strange, the word count going up then down. I know. Trust me, I don't like it neither. It's just I'm not finding what I really like or just can't add to much in and ruin the fun. But until I reach the point of no longer having to follow the Trilogy story path where I can make up a lot of my own ideas then there isn't much I can do. That being said, yes, I am planning to make an continuation of this story after Malefor's defeat, it will be like a second book.