Chapter 11
hours later, In the cold of the night. Spyro lay under an overhang. His eyes closed tight. He was whimpering to himself. A dragon-like figure, shrouded in darkness, viewed him from a nearby corner. "there you are..." It whispered. It approached spyro, Not making an effort to be silent. It stopped a few paces away fr0m him, making an audible thump with its last step.
Spyro openned his eyes. He saw familiar dark scales, and a pinkish red chest and belly. He lifted his head, and gasped. "C...Cynder?"
"hello... Spyro." Cynder said, glaring at him.
"but how? I... I thought you were dead." Spyro said, trembling. Ow could this be? He had done everything, and she had still died. How could she be here now?
"you've got the right of it." Cynder said.
"What?" spyro asked, taken aback. What did she mean? Did she mean she was still dead?
"you heard, Spyro." cynder said, shifting slightly, he eyes seemed to be filled with anger. "I died. And its all because of you." She snarled. Spyro was hurt by that statement.
"Cynder... I... I just..." spyor tried to stand, but as he did, a sharp pain went across his check, as if a sharp knife had just sliced him. He turned his head back to Cynder. Some blood was dripping from the tip of her tail. 'cynder?" spyro asked, his voice unstable.
"you were just not enough, Spyro." cynder said, flicking the blood form her tail, into spyros face. Spyro recoiled. "you let me die. I expected more from he who put an entire WORLD back together!" Cynder snapped.
"I... I'm sorry, Cynder. I did everything I could..." Spyro said, his voice growing quiet, and submissive.
"which, as is clear, was not enough." Cynder snarled.
"Cynder, please..." Spyro whimpered, lifting his wing slightly, almost as if hiding behind it.
"Please, what? Let you have the luxury that you so kindly took away from me?" cynder asked, brushing the blade of her tails tip along spyros now wounded cheek, opening the slice a bit more.
"Cynder..." spyro could find nothing to say.
"Well? What are you asking me for?" cynder snarled.
"I... I'm asking you to forgive me..." Spyro said, bowing his head, and closing his eyes. He heard cynder chuckling.
"how utterly pathetic!" cynder snapped. Spyro opened his eyes, and looked at her. She was walking away from him.
"Cynder! Wait!" Spyro cried. He got up, and ran towards her. Then came the pain. Immeasurable pain in his chest. He coughed, and blood came out. He looked down cynders tail was stabbed through his chest.
"Dont even think of getting back up." cynder snarled. She ripped her tail free of his chest, and slammed a rear foot into his face, shattering his snout. He backed off. She turned to face him. "well? DOWN!" She snapped, and charged him, tackling him to the ground. She snarled in his face. "Cynder, please!"
"enough, spyro!" cynder snapped, and hoeppd off of him. She lifted her head, and sent a blast of corrosive poison for the supports that held the overhang up. Spyro picked himself up. But when he looked, he saw the overhang was beginning to collapse. "Cynder! NO!" spyro rushed forwards, only for the overhang to collapse completely.
He was trapped. There was a small spot where he could look out. He did so. Cynder was walking away. "CYNDER! PLEASE! STOP THIS! HELP ME!"
"just listen to yourself. Begging for mercy? For MY help? If you want to live so badly, then you can do it on your own." cynder said, and took flight.
"CYNDER!" Spyro screamed, and the hole was covered by falling snow.
Spyro's eyes snapped open, and he shot up. "Cynder!" he yelped. He looked around, gasping for breath. The overhang was still there, and supported. He slowly calmed down, and his fear was replaced with guilt. He slowly lay his head back down, and he began to cry.
