Of Two Worlds Chapter 25: Greeting Hunter & Cynder's Conversation, a Spyro the Dragon + Jak and Daxter Crossover fanfic

Author's note: Hello everybody! First of all, I would like to thank IDRF for favoriting this here story.

Now, for the appropriate credits... Stuff I own: Plot & OCs; Stuff I DON'T own: Any characters that aren't OCs, music I use in these chapters, & the places these characters live in. Also, in this chapter I mention another OC, but he doesn't really come in until much.. MUCH later. Anywho... ON WITH THE STORY! Also MAJOR SPOILER ALERTS FOR JAK X COMBAT RACING & JAK AND DAXTER THE LOST FRONTIER IN JAK'S POV!

Meldalvyna's POV

"Anyways, someone is waiting for you inside Meldalvyna, & he wants to meet you too, Jak. Cynder & Spyro have told him as much as they know about you, so it's probably a good thing you're here," Sparx hints, a smile on his face & an edge of mystery to his voice as he flies off.

"Wait, that scent from earlier... could it be...," My thoughts tick off, thoughts of who this mystery person is going through my head. I know it is male, & someone I know, but definitely not a dragon, so that excludes my buddy Cole. As the list of people who can fit this list shortens in my mind, I rush up to the door & fling in open, pulling Jak along by the hand. Rushing down the stairs & down to the landing in the room, I see Cheif Hunter standing next to our kitchen table looking around our kitchen until we burst through the door, his feline head turning in our direction, smiling when he catches sight of me standing in the door.

"Hunter!" I yell out excitedly while rushing the bipedal cheetah-man, letting go of Jak's hand, wrapping him up in a tight, friendly hug.

"Hunter, this is Jak, Jak, this is an old family friend, Hunter!" I exclaim, turning to Jak with excitement while I unwrap myself, only to see Jak still standing near the door, a look of fading shock on his face.

"Oh... uh... hello Hunter," Jak says after a small, almost unnoticable shake of his head, a slightly disbelieving tone to his voice, walking up & holding his hand out for a greeting.

"Hello Jak, I've heard quite a lot about you from Cynder & Spyro," Hunter greets back with a smile on his face & a friendly tone, shaking Jak's hand while he speaks.

"So I've heard from Sparx before I came in," Jak returns, his cautious smile & scent turning into a trustworthy one. Walking away from Hunter, I return to Jak's side, wrapping one of his hands around my own.

"Yes, especially Cynder, she is quite fond of you," Hunter says next, a truthful, happy smile on his face, "which is quite an accomplishment for someone she doesn't know very well, also considering you are dating Meldalvyna."

"Wait, mom likes Jak, I had no idea... wait, she could have been just telling Hunter that..." I think to myself, Hunter's revelation surprising me, but also making me scrutinize what he said. Looking to the side, I notice Jak's face pulling into one of surprise as well, his scent matching his expression.

"Cynder doesn't mind me, or the fact I'm dating her daughter? She's never made it seem like she liked me, or me being with Mel," Jak chuckles bitterly, a smirk tugging up one side of his lips into a grim smile, crossing his arms over his chest while he speaks, his eyes scrutinizing the information he heard.

"She's always been hard to tell what she's actually feeling, she hides it so well, even Spyro has trouble telling sometimes, & he's her husband," Sparx says suddenly from behind us, causing everyone's attention to whip towards them in surprise, no one having noticed him come through the door. Jak grunts in response, his bitter smirk unmoving. I nodd in agreement with Sparx, knowing that to be be true about my mother, looking at Jak, trying to convince him of this one fact.

"I have known both Cynder & Spyro since they were younger than Meldalvyna in age, & I can tell when they are with-holding something from me just by hearing their voice. I promise you that what I tell you is not a lie, Jak," Hunter says, dipping his chin down in a serious expression, his green eyes slits of seriousness. Jak nodds his head in understanding, the angry smirk on his face falling, though the bitterness of his emotion still permeates him.

"I see I am being spoken about, rather harshly, as it would seem," my mother's voice sounds from the hallway, & I notice Jak blanch when he catches sight of my mother standing just inside the living room, an unamused, almost hurt expression on her face, eyes shimmering in the emotion.

"Eh-heh, how much of that did you hear, Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea?" Jak asks shakily, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Most of it, I do believe. What Hunter says is true, I am quite fond of you, Jak, & it pains me to know you have doubts, though I do understand where you get it, & I wish to make ammends to those doubts. So, Jak, if you would please have a walk with me, alone?" Cynder asks, her tone full of truth, & her eyes displaying a tad of hurt as she speaks, though it sounded more like a command than a request.

"Um... sure," Jak responds, his gaze flicking to me before he leaves with my mother, the scent of his nervousness overtaking his normal scent. Staring at the door a few moments after Jak leaves in worry, I run up to my room & look out the window, to see that Cynder speaking to Jak while they walked the path leading to the small looking pond Spyro & I had built behind our house when I was little, Jak looking intently up at her at steady & down at the ground intervals, trying to avoid going off the path or tripping over the few roots that stuck up from the ground.

Watching until they turned a corner to where I can no longer see them, I turn back to my room & start walking to the door. Opening the door, I stop mid-swing to look into my room, feeling as if I was forgetting something.

"What am I forgetting? I feel like I need something in here," I think to myself, looking around my room for a clue. After searching around the room for a few seconds, my eyes land on my painting eisel, which still held the painting of Jak, & the answer to my question flashes into my mind.

"Oh yeah, I was going to show this to Jak! I wonder how he's going to react," I think to myself, a happily curious smile on my face, "actually, I wonder how good he is, he said he drew me, too." Continuing from my room & trotting down the stairs, I see Hunter sitting on a new pile of pillows made up of a mixture of a few pillows from each of my parents' pile of pillows, reclined & obviously drifting to sleep.

Silently, I tip-toe over to my couch & sit down to recline a little myself. Slowly, I feel myself begin to fall asleep, just barely keeping myself awake, my eyes drifting closed & snapping open repeatedly as the time goes on. On my last strands of conciousness from five minutes of sitting motionless, Jak & my mother step through the front door, scaring Hunter & me into full awareness, only for Hunter to fall back to sleep. Looking to the two, I see friendly smiles on both of their faces. Jak, looking to me, walks over & plops down next to me, the smile never leaving his face. Looking behind him, I notice Cynder walking down the hallway toward her & my step-father's room.

"So, what did you two talk about that's made you so smiley?" I ask Jak after shrugging off a yawn. Leaning back, he drapes his arms over the back of the loveseat, scooting over to be closer to me.

"Turns out your mother & I have a few things in common, & it also turns out she's got a strange sense of humor that I kinda like. That & your step-dad invited me over for a fire-roasted dinner," Jak replies, dropping the arm draped on the couch behind me down onto my shoulder, pulling me to his chest. I can't help but to get a slight feel of panic when he mentioned dinner, fearing that the main-course would be some form of metalhead meat, but ignoring the urge to ask if Spyro told him what he was cooking.

"What do you two have in common, then?" I ask instead with a pushed smile, forcing myself to go against what I wanted to ask while snuggling up against him, though I remain tense.

"Well, we both were made into 'monsters' by someone corrupt, we were both saved from becoming worse than that by someone we still trust, we've both done things we aren't proud of & rather not have anyone know about those things, & we both have tough times trusting someone we feel that they weren't exactly 'good people' sometime in their past," Jak answers after a moment of thought, the smile only darkening for the tiniest portion of a second. Nodding, I can't help but wonder what things Jak could have done to be considered a 'bad' person in his past. Again, the question as to if my step-father told Jak what he was cooking makes another push to be asked.

"So, uh, did Spyro tell you what he'd be cooking for dinner?" I ask, giving into the pressure of my own conscience, trying to hide my nervousness.

"Yeah, he said he had a feeling I was going to show up, & decided to make some yakkow steaks in case I came over," Jak answers, not catching the anxiety in my voice, a light smile still on his face. Letting out a sigh of relief, I completely relax into Jak's side, the concern leaving me with the sigh, my head resting agianst the side of Jak's.

"Hzssst... what was that?" Jak asks, hissing in pain & ripping his arm down & away from the back of my neck while grabbing at his bicep as I jump forward from his sudden movements. Shoving the hair away from the back of my neck after a second with the hand of his injured arm, Jak goes to look for what ever had hurt him.

"What happened?" I ask, worried about just how baddly Jak could be hurt.

"You just unintentionally stabbed me in the arm with the spikes on your neck, that's what," Jak replies with a slight grunt of pain. Looking behind me, I see one, two, three bloody holes in Jak's arm as he pulls his hand away from the injuries, each in the shape of my neck-spines, the blood soaking into his shirt as it dribbles out of his wounds & I can't help but gasp.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I blurt out, seeing the pain in Jak's face while grabbing at the spines, feeling them slick with his blood & pull them away from my neck to see the tips of my fingers coated in blood. Looking to his face, I see a pained smile creep across his lips as he nodds his head towards his arm, trying get me to look down at his arm.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," Jak says, again motioning towards his injured arm with his chin. Pulling my gaze away from his face, I look back to the wound, only watch in amazement as the holes close up before me, the only evidence of an injury ever being there being the blood on his shirt & on the spines protruding off of the back of my neck.

"Before I got Light, Dark would always heal my wounds, but they'd leave a light scratch-like scar where the serious ones were. Now since I have both, I'm pretty hard to hurt & keep injured. Now, I've just have to be a bit more careful where I put any of my limbs," Jak says with a smile when I look up to his face while reaching his hand that belongs to the previously injured arm behind my neck. Slowly, he wipes each spine off with a seperate finger. Pulling his hand out from behind my neck, he looks between his pant leg & his bloody fingers, the look of thought spread across his face. Visibly coming to a decision, he licks the blood off his fingers, grinning devishly when he notices my wierded-out expression.

"You're weird, you know that?" I ask teasingly as he repeats the action with the bloody mess on his arm & his opposite hand, dropping his hands to his pant leg to wipe off his spit after cleaning his arm to his satisfactory, leaving only a blood-stained shirt, then grabs my bloodied hand & sucks the red, viscous fluid off my fingertips, an evil smile on his lips & looking into my eyes.

"Says the person who doesn't have an angry, psychotic, blood thirsty alter whose always argueing with an alter that's all about peace & harmony in their head," Jak replies with a smirk once finished with my fingertips, a scent of deviousness wafting from him in waves.

"Well, I know Dark isn't that way around from me, so far anyways, & I can tell Light is just as you describe him. Wait, is that what's going on when you kinda blank out & start looking like you're listening in on a conversation?" I ask, coming to a small realization. Jak's face pulls into one of small surprise for a split second only to return to a smile after a second.

"Yeah, but in my defense, it's kinda hard to concentrate on a conversation when there's already one going on inside your head," Jak chuckles softly while precariously draping his arm over my shoulders, careful of the spikes on my neck. Just as I relax into Jak's side again, Spyro comes bursting through the door with a happy smile on his face.

"Dinner's done! C'mon outside!" he shouts happily, looking to us & smiling even wider when he sees Jak & I so close together. He then walks into the kitchen as Cynder walks out of their hallway & into the kitchen herself to help Spyro.

"I see you two are indeed close," Hunter says with a suggestive tone standing up & stretching, a peaceful smile on his face when he looks in our direction. Jak & I stand together & begin to walk to the front door, Jak nodding to Hunter with a light smile as we pass by on our way outside to the fire pit, the scent of cooked meat guiding us to the site. The remainder of the night goes by in pleased laughter, Jak taking off to home near eleven at night leaving with a few steaks to bring home with him.

"Crap! I forgot to show him the drawing & painting!" I yell at myself, mentally kicking myself in the butt, my eyes having fallen on the forgotten work on the eisel of art as I set my things where I could get them for the next day's work, deciding to bring along the drawing I did of Jak.

Jak's POV

"Most of it, I do believe. What Hunter says is true, I am quite fond of you, Jak, & it pains me to know you have doubts, though I do understand where you get it, & I wish to make ammends to those doubts. So, Jak, if you would please have a walk with me, alone?" Cynder asks, her tone full of truth, & I swear I see a tint of hurt in her eyes, though the question sounded more like a command.

"I don't like the sound of this. Know what, you're on your own, man. Nice knowin' ya," Dark says with a nervous laugh, a hint of fear in his normally deep, confident voice.

"Um... sure," I reply, trying my hardest to not sound nervous, though I knew Meldalvyna's mother could tell anyway. As I walk to the door in which Cynder is standing, I can't help but flick my gaze to Meldalvyna, a look of worry spread across her face, her green eyes wide with concern. As I approach the doorway, Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea steps to the side, allowing me to pass through, & waits until I catch up to walk even with her.

"What do I do? She hasn't said anything yet," I ask mentally, hoping to be answered by one of my Eco alters as we begin to walk to one of the sides of the house, following a small dirt path.

"When she asks you a question, answer truthfully, & maybe we can learn something about her as well & become comfertable around her for it," Light suggests with a sagely, all-knowing tone.

"I know you don't think I am fond of you, but I am, & that is because I believe we have similar plots to the stories about our pasts," she says as we reach the back of the house, flicking a soft gaze at me as I look between her & the ground, trying not to accidentally walk off the path or trip over the multiple roots sticking out of the ground.

"I remember Meldalvyna telling me that you were... uh... I can't remember her exact words, but something about being feared by a lot of other dragons," I say gently as I walk beside the large dragoness, trying not to offend her. Looking up to her, I see her face fully turn to me before returning her eyes to the path, her eyes full of surprise & sad regret.

"Yes, what she says is true. If it helps, I will tell you my past, in exchange for yours," Cynder says after a second while looking at me through her peripheral, the tone of her voice leading.

"Oh-okay, sure," I reply, my nervousness returning to me as the air around us becomes grim with tension.

"I'll go first," Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea says, looking back infront of us, a small pond coming into view. Stopping at the end of the pond, she looks down at the water & I look at her reflection to see a sad expression spread across her face. She sits down with a sigh, & I sit down next to her, looking into my own reflection.

"It all started before I hatched..."

As Cynder's story unfolds before me, I at first feel fear creep up my spine as she described her time under the control of the Dark Master Malefor, only for it to evolve into sympathy as she described how she was looked at after Spyro saved her from the evil purple dragon's grasp, her gaze never leaving the eyes of her own reflection. As her story comes to a close, I can tell my life's story won't even stand a chance against hers, but a promise is a promise.

"There it is," Meldalvyna's mother finishes, looking up from her reflection in the pond to look at me, "your turn, Jak." Looking to her, I can't help but give a sad half-smile. With a deep sigh, I turn my attention to my reflection, not wanting to see her reactions to my life's story.

"My story is a walk through the park compared to yours, but I guess it has some of what you'd consider bad parts..."

Beginning with my years in Sandover, I describe the island I lived on, the people I met & knew, & with how Daxter was once human, & how he became an ottsel, the fight for not only Sandover as I knew it, but the entire, unknown world with Gol & Maia & the Lurkers, & how I won against them without directly killing anyone or anything, all at the age of 15.

Second, I tell of how I arrived in Haven, my two years of torture in a prison getting injected with Dark Eco, how Daxter broke me out of that prison, me nearly killing him with Dark's first appearance, how I fought for the Underground, my bitter hatred for Baron Praxis & Erol, how Dark had a caused me to almost go insane with his anger & blood-thirst several times, & how I defeated Baron Praxis & MetalKor at the age of 17.

Next, I tell of how after saving the city, Veger & the Council throw me out into the wastelands a year later, where I fight for my right to live in Spargus, the war between the combined forces of the KG & Metalheads against all of Haven, the arrival of the Dark Makers allied with Cyber-Errol, my acquirement of Light, & how I defeated Veger, the KG, the Metalheads, Dark Makers, & Cyber-Errol while also meeting the Precursors, & learning I was actually the Mar at 18 years old. Hearing Cynder's disbelieving laugh at Daxter turning out to actually being a god, I can't help but grin a little bit, a sad grimace having taken over my face as I told my story.

Then I tell of my poisoning in Kras City, my racing against professional racers such as Razor, UR-86, & G.T. Blitz, who turned out to be Mizo, & the betrayal of Rayn who was the deceased Krew's daughter & the heir to being the family's crime lord, all while I was only 19.

Finally, I tell of my adventures at the Brink, starting off with the Eco storms, Keira's & my trip to try to figure out why the Eco was becoming unstable around the world, my not being able to reach Dark or Light without the risk of death, the not-exactly nice meeting of Captain Pheonix & his crew, meeting Skyheed & the Aeropans, the multiple aerial battles, seeing Daxter's Dark Eco alter, learning that Skyheed was actually a villain trying to take over the world using the Eco core of the planet & also had a Dark Side of his own, though it was larger than my own (by a LOT), & he had control over it, & the defeat of Skyheed at the cost of Phoenix's life at the age of 20.

"Then a few months later, I meet your daughter, Sparx, Spyro, you, & now Hunter," I finish with a forced smile & an airy chuckle. Taking my eyes off my reflection, I look up to see Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea staring at me, a look of slight surprise on her large, arrowhead-shaped face.

"I knew we had something in common," she says after a second of silence, "I knew you had quite the story, but I think yours actually outdoes mine." Standing up with the intention to stretch, I discover both my legs had long fallen asleep as my face connects with the dirt with a loud & solid thud, Meldalvyna's mother bursting into laughter behind me.

"Well that sucked, at least I didn't fall in the water," I say as I role over to lay on my back, a grin coming to my face from Cynder's contagious laughter, wiping the dirt & sand off my face.

"If you had, I wouldn't have only laughed at you, I would've pointed & laughed," she says after calming down a little. Smiling, I sit back up to stare at her, a laughing growl escaping my throat.

"Well aren't you just the most nurturing mother ever, Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea," I say with a fake growl, the smile still on my face.

"Why thank you, Jak. Where's my reward & check, then?" Meldalvyna's mother asks with a teasing tone as I shakily stand up, trying not to face-plant again.

"It'll be here in a week, Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea," I answer sarcastically, going along with her tease. Cynder laughs again, the sound loud & true.

"No need for that, Jak," she says after her laughter dies down, a purely entertained smile on her face.

"No need for what?" I ask, not understanding what she meant. The laughing smile on her face morphs into one of a mother, her eyes following suit.

"No need to call me Mrs. Jonathan Elindrea anymore, that was before I could fully trust you with my daughter. Please, call me Cynder for now on," she replies, the motherly smile never leaving her face.

"Alright then, Cynder," I say with a smile, turning around to head back to the house, Cynder following suit. Before we can start our way back, though, Spyro comes into view, the ever-present smile on his face growing once he catches sight of us, & comes to stand infront of us.

"There you two are! What've you two been up to?" he asks, a curious smile on his face.

"Just telling each other our stories, & laughing at this one here," Cynder says, motioning at me with a nod of her head. Spyro's smile pulls into an expression of confusion, looking to me for an explanation.

"I my legs fell asleep while we were eachother about ourselves, & I ended up falling on my face when I tried to stand. After that we started joking around," I say, answering Meldalvyna's step-father's unspoken question.

"Ooookay then. We're having fire-roasted yakkow steaks, & I had a feeling you'd be coming over this evening to drop off Meldalvyna, so I made them incase you were hungry, so, would you like to join us for dinner?" Spyro asks, a freindly smile on his purple face.

"Sure, why not," I reply with a smile & a raised eyebrow, slightly weirded-out by his forwardness for me to eat dinner with them.

"Alright! I'll set up a seat near the fire pit for you," Spyro says with a happy smile, turning to walk a different path than the one Cynder & I took.

"I know, he's a bit overly-freindly, but hey, better than how I usually act around new faces," Cynder says softly with a light smile, already just before the corner of the front of the crumbling house.

"Nah, you're alright, Cynder. Just have to get to know you, is all," I say as we round the corner, heading towards the door. The remainder of the walk goes in pleasant silence, us both passing through the door with smiles on our faces. Looking around the large living room with the smile still on my face, I catch sight of Meldalvyna on the couch, an expression that said she'd been startled, the evidence of drowsiness on her face, & notice Hunter asleep on a pile of pillows. Walking over as Cynder walks to somewhere else in the building, I drop down next to her, the freindly smile never leaving my face.

"So, what did you two talk about that's made you so smiley?" Meldalvyna asks after shrugging off a yawn. Taking a second before I answer her, I scoot closer to her & drape my arms on the back of the couch while leaning back.

"Turns out your mother & I have a few things in common, & it also turns out she's got a strange sense of humor that I kinda like. That & your step-dad invited me over for a fire-roasted dinner," I reply, recalling the short laughter I shared with Cynder only moments ago while dropping the arm that rested behind Meldalvyna onto her shoulders & pulling her to me. As I pull her to my chest, I notice a flash of panic cross her face, only for it to be replaced by a forced smile.

"She's worrying about something you said, I wonder what it could be," Dark speaks up, scaring me a little, since both he & Light hadn't said a thing during the entire conversation with Cynder.

"What do you two have in common, then?" Meldalvyna asks while snuggling up against me, though I could tell from her forced smile & tense form that it wasn't what she wanted to ask.

"Well, we both were made into 'monsters' by someone corrupt, we were both saved from becoming worse than that by someone we still trust, we've both done things we aren't proud of & rather not have anyone know about those things, & we both have tough times trusting someone we feel that they weren't exactly 'good people' sometime in their past," I answer after a second of recalling Cynder's & my similarities, my smile slipping into a grimace for the tiniest portion of a second before I could stop it. Meldalvyna nodds at the information, a flash of curiousity zipping through her eyes before she gains an expression that suggested her coming to a decision.

"So, uh, did Spyro tell you what he'd be cooking for dinner?" Meldalvyna asks calmly, though the tension in her body doesn't leave her.

"I do believe her anxiety comes from the prospect of what Spyro might have cooked, due to how she asked that question," Light suggests with a thoughtful tone.

"Yeah, he said he had a feeling I was going to show up, & decided to make some yakkow steaks in case I came over," I answer with a light smile, trying to let on that I didn't know she was nervous. Meldalvyna lets out a sigh of relief as she completely relaxes into my side, the side of her head resting against my own, proving Light's theory correct. As Meldalvyna relaxes the back of her neck onto my bicep, I feel three extremely sharp objects stab into my upper arm.

"Hzssst... what was that?" I ask with a hiss of pain, ripping my arm down & away from the back of Meldalvyna's neck as she jumps forwards in surprise while I clasp my opposite hand around the injured muscle to stop it from bleeding worse than it probably already was. Using the hand of my injured arm, I shove Meldalvyna's hair out from behind her neck in search of what just stabbed me.

"What happened?" Meldalvyna asks with a worried tone as I catch sight of what had injured me. Four spikes run down the back of her neck in order of descending length, the three longest slick with my blood.

"You just unintentionally stabbed me in the arm with the spikes on your neck, that's what," I reply with a small grunt. As I pull my hand away from my arm to get a look at the wounds, Meldalvyna turns her head to see for herself. She gasps when she catches sight of the three bloody holes in my arm, each hole dribbling blood, where it gets soaked into my shirt.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Meldalvyna blurts while reaching towards the spines on the back of her neck with one of her hands, feeling the spikes covered in blood with her fingers, & pulls them from behind her to see the tips of her fingers coated in my blood. Looking up to me, a worried expression overtakes her entire face & seeps into her eyes, only for me to smile, though not without pain, as I feel the effects of the Light Eco in my body starting to work, motioning with my chin for her to look.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," I say, nodding towards my injuries again, trying to get her to look so she wouldn't miss it. Meldalvyna takes the hint, turning her head to my bicep, & her expression of worry fades into one of awe & wonder as she watches the holes in my arm close up before her eyes, the only evidence of an injury being my still-fresh blood soaking my arm.

"Wait, what am I supposed to do now? I can't just wipe it off on my pants, it'll stain," I ask myself mentally as I pull my hand away from her neck-spines, realizing the dilemma I just got myself into, looking between my bloody fingers, hand, arm & white pant legs, trying to come to a solution.

"Why not wash it off?" Light suggests, trying to be helpful. Though, I don't really want to get up, so instead I listen for Dark's response.

"Or you could lick it off so you don't have to get up. Besides, you & I both know blood doesn't taste all that bad," Dark suggests with an audible smirk, refrencing to the many times I've woken up from his control with a mixture of my own & someone else's blood in my mouth. Deciding to go with Dark's suggestion, I lick the blood off of my fingers. Looking to Meldalvyna in the process, I notice a creeped-out look on her face & can't help but grin devishly at her.

"You're weird, you know that?" Meldalvyna asks with a teasing tone as I begin to lick my opposite hand & arm clean. When that job is done, I wipe my hands dry of spit on my pant legs. With an evil smile, I grab Meldalvyna's hand that had my blood on her fingers & put each fingertip in my mouth to suck of the blood one at a time, staring into her eyes the entire time.

"Says the person who doesn't have an angry, psychotic, blood thirsty alter whose always argueing with an alter that's all about peace & harmony in their head," I reply with a smirk once I let go of Meldalvyna's hand.

"Well, I know Dark isn't that way around from me, so far anyways, & I can tell Light is just as you describe him. Wait, is that what's going on when you kinda blank out & start looking like you're listening in on a conversation?" Meldalvyna asks suddenly, her question taking me off guard for a portion of a split second.

"Yeah, but in my defense, it's kinda hard to concentrate on a conversation when there's already one going on inside your head," I reply with a light chuckle while I drape my arm over her shoulders again, this time being cautious of where exactly I put my arm. Just as Meldalvyna relaxes into my side, Spyro comes bursting through the front door with an ever-present smile on his face.

"Dinner's done! C'mon outside!" he shouts happily, looking to us & smiling even wider when he sees Meldalvyna & I sitting so close to one another as he walks into the kitchen. Soon after, Cynder walks out of the hallway next to the entrance to the kitchen & into the kitchen itself to help Spyro.

"I see you two are indeed close," Hunter says with a suggestive tone standing up & stretching, a peaceful smile on his face when he looks in our direction. Meldalvyna & I stand together & begin to walk to the front door. As I pass by, I nodd to Hunter in respect with a slight smile on our way to the where the yakkow steaks were being cooked, the scent of the roasting meat guiding us to the site. The remainder of the night is spent talking & laughing until the stars have long since risen. Near eleven, I leave so I'm not exhausted the next morning, promising to attend another dinner with the family of dragons, a giant dragonfly, & their bipedal feline family friend, bringing a few of the uneaten yakkow steaks home with me.

Author's note: Thank the Precursors, Jak & Cynder are finally comfertable around each other! Fun fact of the day: remember the yakkows from Jak & Daxter The Precursor Legacy? Well guess what, THEY ARE REAL! Yep, you heard (well, actually read) it right, yakkows are real, only they are spelt yak cow instead of yakkow. No joke, look it up on da Google's! tigerdj98 out, for now! WAIT! Before I leave, for all you readers (new & old): Chapters will be for now on posted twice a month, on the second & fourth weeks of every month no later (unless delayed by unannounced events) than Wednesday. Chapter 26 will be coming out anytime from the 18th to the 22nd, unless delayed! For real this time, tigerdj98 out!