Chapter 34: The Madman's Passion
The new dawn's light was shining upon the wakening dragons, the assassin had left several hours earlier unnoticed. Spyro felt refreshed, waking up underneath Cynder. The two headed off as the sun rose, attempting to beat Skorpion to Warfang. As the heroes walked the forested, unmarked path to Warfang, their conversations wondered from several topics, but always seemed to drift back to the same one, the assassin.
"So, what was it like, growing up with him?", Spyro asked.
"It was...an experience nonetheless, he was trained much harder in certain areas than I.", Cynder replied.
"In what areas?", Spyro grew curious.
"Sneaking, hiding in the shadows, killing silently, supressing his emotions.", Cynder explained.
"How was he trained harder than you?", Spyro questioned.
"When he made even the slightest of mistakes, he was beaten, sometimes even by me.", Cynder answered.
"Why would you beat your own friend?", Spyro asked.
"Things were different back then, he was a liability, we didn't need him, and usually when I beat him, it was because I was told to.", Cynder replied.
"That must've been hard, beating someone you grew up with.", Spyro sympathized.
"Well, most of the time, I didn't even really hit him, we just put on a show for Gaul and Malefor.", Cynder explained.
"Was he ever...nice?", Spyro's curiosity grew.
"Yeah, he always kinda nice, well, to me, that is.", Cynder replied.
"How was he nice?", Spyro made conversation.
"Well, he just did things he didn't have to do.", Cynder told.
"Like what?", Spyro's curiosity peaked.
"As in, after completing assassination missions, he'd usually bring me back something, rather it be regenerative gems or even flowers.", Cynder admitted.
"That's surprising, I'd expect you to find him lying on your bed, waiting for you to arrive.", Spyro joked.
"Nah, he'd try and get me in the air, he likes the spinning and twisting.", Cynder laughed.
"Wait, how do you know?", Spyro demanded.
"Oh, come on! We did what Malefor commanded, which, sometimes was...attempting to create another generation of corrupted dragons.", Cynder smiled.
"Malefor...made you two?", Spyro grew curious once more.
"Well, it started out making us, then it kind of became...celebratory after winning battles.", Cynder admitted.
Spyro said nothing, he just smacked his paw over his face and nodded his head horizontally.
"What? That was a long time ago, plus, I was in basically a different body.", Cynder calmed.
"But still! I think I could've lived my whole life without knowing that and died a happy man!", Spyro called.
"Well, I guess you need an explanation of why my standards are so high when it comes to that anyway.", Cynder said.
"Wait! That's why...argh.", Spyro growled.
"I guess he's just skilled at certain things, it's probably the way he was trained.", Cynder calmed the purple dragon.
"So Malefor gave him training on how to mate, what the hell?", Spyro laughed.
"No, he was just trained to be fast, hard, and precise, which he certainly is.", Cynder stated.
Spyro slapped himself in the face once more.