Chapter 10

Terrador could do little more then stare blankly at the black dragoness in front of him. She was still crying, and had refused to speak to him. He figured she was in shock over the incident. Terrador finally came up next to her, and sat down. "Cynder... I'm sorry about what happened to Spyro..." he said. Cynder simply stared forwards, ignoring him.

"But we cant waste any more time. You are not safe here, and we need to make you safe form Zemas."

"What's the point?" Cynder muttered. She slowly stood, and turned a furious glare on Terrador. "How could you do that! How could you unleash a fury blast while I was inside! While SPYRO was inside!" Cynder said, yelling at him, rage and grief filling her voice.

"I had no other choice, If I delayed in that move, I would have been overwhelmed, and quickly killed. I saw no other option, it was a risk I had to take. And I know, it did not turn out in our favor..." Terrador lowered his head shamefully. Cynder turned her head away from him. Terrador spoke again. "We don't have time to argue, Cynde.r we have to get back to the temple."

"I'm not going..." Cynder said.

"What?" Was all Terrador could say to that.

"you heard me, Terrador... Spyro is dead, and it's your fault. How can I go with you? Besides..." She lowered her head. "I have my own plans." A fire burned in her eye.

"You are going after Zemas, aren't you?" Terrador asked. Cynder simply nodded.

"Yes. I'll make the Wyvern suffer greatly." She growled out each word, with the deepest hatred Terrador had ever seen in her.

"It is your choice Cynder. I wish you luck." Terrador said. Cynder said nothing more, but turned away, and took flight. Terrador sighed, and pulled out the pearl the others had given him. He held it between two claws, and crushed it. The dust began to glow, and soon, he had a link to Cyril. "Cyril... I A coming home... The mission was a failure..."

"...Spyro is dead..."

Cynder just continued to fly, holding back tears. Rage filled her heart, along with grief, and remorse. She kept her eyes form the now sunken castle, and flew straight past it. She knew that Zemas could not have gotten far. He would likely be just on the edge of the swamp by now, which was not very far. She growled uncontrollably, and kept moving.

She flew over several cliffs, and high over dead trees. She soon spotted the edge of the swamp, and flew for it the ground gradually changed from squishy, to rock hard as she entered into the massive expanse of the warfang Wastes. A massive flat plain ,undisturbed by fog or cliffs or trees gave her a clear view for miles.

She Knew Zemas would have by now entered the rugged area, and proceeded on foot, to avoid detection. It would be his downfall. Cynder flew high overhead, as the clouds were particularly low today. She could use it as cover. After several minutes, she landed atop a high point. In the dakrnes sof the rising nigh,t she shadow formed, and observed the area.

She could feel his presence. She knew exactly where her former servant was. And now, He was her prey...