A\N: OK just to let you guys know, I changed my username since my other one was getting old lol, and if you watch the show Bleach you know who she is.
Chapter 21:She's back
Spyro and Cynder wondered the city to look for a place to stay.
"Hey Spyro, how about we stay in the inn, over there" Cynder said pointing to a little building that served as a inn.
"Yeah, it looks cozy" Spyro said.
And they went into it, the inside walls where lime green with little leaves, the floor was grass and the air smelled heavily of flowers and honey.
Cynder assumed that, earth dragons owned the place, since everything was nature related.
"Hey Cynder, I got our room, let go to bed" Spyro said holding a key with his tail.
"Ok" Cynder said and they went to the room, the room had two beds and the walls and floor, where the same as the lobby, the only thing the room lacked was the smell of honey and in it's place was vanilla.
"I hate vanilla" Cynder said scrunching up her face and the smell.
"What would you rather have, a poop scented place?" Spyro said.
"Shut it" Cynder said.
"Lets get some rest" Spyro said and went to one of the beds and Cynder went to her own.
The next morning, there was hard knocking on the door.
"Spyro, don't answer it, it might be another guard" Cynder said.
"Cynder, don't worry, where safe here and how would the guards have followed us?" Spyro said.
"Good point, but at least look through the peep-hole" Cynder said.
"I always do that" Spyro said and went to the door and looked out.
Spyro suddenly froze with fear and backed away.
"Spyro what is it?" Cynder asked confused on why he was acting like this.
"Take a look" Spyro said.
Cynder walked over to the door and looked through the hole and almosted screamed.
Ember was outside the room.
"Spyro, we have to leave" Cynder whispered so Ember wouldn't hear them.
"Lets go" Spyro whispered back.
Spyro and Cynder flew out of the window and went in search of another source of shelter.
A\N: Ok, this chapter was interesting haha well anywho i hoped you enjoyed it.S onr sverdar sitja hvass! (May your swords stay sharp in elivish)