Chapter 33: An experiment

Spyro looked away from the horrendous act he just committed, he quickly walked out of the room, his head bowed in an attempt to hide his emotions. The black dragoness followed, knowing exactly what he felt. Instead of walking down the flight of stairs, the purple dragon glided down them, making his pace as frantic as possible.
He ran out of the door, Cynder following, and ran to the entrance of the town, walking considering ahead of her.

"Spyro, wait, slow down!", Cynder called out.

"I...I killed.. him", Spyro slowed down without even looking back.

And like an arrow through a flock of doves, he was off again; Cynder trying hard to keep up with the fleeing dragon. Spyro exited the large stone wall of the fortress-town as if he was running from something, though he was, the truth of what he just did. He ran and ran, what seemed like minutes, were actually seconds, Spyro shot into the nearby woodlands, Cynder still desperately trying to follow. Spyro soon tired in the middle of the beautiful forest and collapsed, breathing intensely fast. As Cynder finally caught up to the purple dragon, she lied beside him.

"He..he's..dead.", Spyro looked down at the dirt.

"You did what you had to do, there was no chance of saving him, he was suffering, you did what you had to do.", Cynder tried to calm Spyro.

Spyro glanced down at his talons, still dripping from the mole's blood, he remembered the assassin's own attempts at training him, "I'll give you the fun position; I'll break the legs, you slash it's throat with your claws", "Now Spyro!", "Be a man, lick it off."

"That poor man...he didn't deserve this.", Spyro thought out-loud.

"No, he didn't, that's why we have to stop Schakri.", Cynder told.

"Schakri?", Spyro looked up.

"That..that was his birth name, he hates being called it.", Cynder explained.

"He wasn't always this bad, this cruel, was he?", Spyro asked, still stuttering from emotion.

"I'd like to tell you that he wasn't, believe it or not, he was worse than what he is now.", Cynder answered.

"How is that even possible?", Spyro yelled.

"He could do that four times a day and still hold his dark sense of charm.", Cynder continued.

"What did Malefor do to him, what could possibly make a man so emotionless?", Spyro released his anger.

"He was beat, forced to kill anything he considered his friends, made to execute prisoners as a young child", Cynder told.

"Why would this be done to...anyone?", Spyro demanded.

"I believe he was simply an experiment, to see how well unnatural darkness could and how it could corrupt something", Cynder explained.

"Why? Why were they experimenting, why did they let an experiment out?", Spyro questioned.

"For me...Malefor wanted to test darkness before actually using it on the one suppose to actually have a future.", Cynder admitted, she began to bow her head.

"What did they want with him after the experiments were done?", Spyro asked.

"Nothing, they were going to kill him; until I suggested something that I knew I was going to regret one day.", Cynder replied.

"What?", Spyro grew intrigued.

"Well, he was loyal, obeyed well, and lethal, I did nothing more than say that he may have a use.", She answered.

"What did Malefor say?", Spyro asked.

"He saw...more uses for him than I.", Cynder remarked.

"Like what?", Spyro grew impatient.

"Well, he had an idea for an entire generations of corrupted black dragons, to repopulate the new world after his ultimate goal had been accomplished.", Cynder replied.

"What does this have to do with him again?", Spyro asked.

"He was to be...my mate.", Cynder finally admitted, "Much to the world's luck, the corruption also causes a side effect of infertility."

From above, a silhouette hung from the limb of a massive tree, the assassin was listening to the two's conversation. He smiled slightly at the exact correctness of the black dragoness' statements.

As the two dragon's slept by one-another, Cynder's head lied on Spyro's chest, she felt calmed by his rhythmical, quick heartbeat. The assassin fell asleep in the tree, the heroes not even noticing him, he watched down at the sleeping ones, smiling innocently.