Cynder didn't often get scared. She had laid waste to armies, ruined cities, and destroyed Malefor. But now, she was scared. She had spent nearly two days shackled to the cold stone wall, waking up soon after Spyro left, but she had no clue where he was. For all she knew, he could have been dead. Then, a few hours before, she noticed that the dye on her scales was running away. A guard came down to her cell and saw her black scales, and instantly recognized her. Without a word he ran, and fetched Lucius from his battle with the Mandars. She heard him muttering something about sacrifices and power, but otherwise she had no clue where he was taking her or what he intended to do.

Outside the sack that she was bound and gagged in, Lucius and a small army of Guardsmen and other Cyndrists rode in carriages and on horseback to their destination. It was thought that the act of extracting the darkness from Cynder could only be done at the ruins of Mount Malefor, underneath which Malefor was trapped forever. However, to perform the ceremony, it had been deemed necessary to possess the Staff of Gaul, which allowed the Ape King to wield magic and would presumably allow Lucius to wield it too. The Staff was in the possession of the Assassin, Gaul's second-in-command and a skilled warrior thought to have died. In exchange for money, gems and weapons, the Apes were willing to give up this staff, believing all its power to be drained or unusable anyways.

Their envoy traveled as silently as possible through the plains between Beauport and Mount Malefor. The mountain was to the south and west of Warfang, and Beauport was to the east of Warfang, so they would have to go around the city to get to their destination.

Spyro shot up from the sewers, into the sky. He had no clue where Lucius might be or what exactly he'd do with Cynder. He didn't know where to fly, but he was so full of anger and desperation he just flew in no particular direction as fast and furiously as he could. Through the rage, he felt a tiring sensation come upon him. Before he could register the familiar sensation, he slipped into sleep, plummeting like a rock towards the ground below.

"What is it now?" He woke with a start in the familiar ominous world of the Chronicler.

"Spyro, you mustn't let your emotions get the better of you. You'll become reckless and your darker side will give in."

"I need to find her!" he screamed to the invisible voice. "Where is she?"

"Patience, young dragon. Lucius has taken her to the top of Mount Malefor. But beware. You will not find only Cheetahs there."

"What else would be there? Grublins? Apes? Anything else easy?" he scoffed.

"In a few hours, Lucius and his cult will have access to enough Dark energy to rival Malefor. And remember, even you couldn't defeat Malefor by yourself."

"Okay." he said impatiently. "I can just stop him before he gets access to the energy. It can't be that hard."

"You're getting too confident." Ignitus' voice said. "Beware, Spyro."

With that, he woke. The day was breaking. He had wasted too much time.

Meanwhile, in Warfang, the Dragons were awaking. Most were tired from rising so early, but Ember felt especially sick. Her head throbbed, her back ached, and her stomach churned. As she nearly fell out of her bed, she tried to think what caused her pain. Had she eaten some bad food? No; she was fine the night before. Caught a bug going around? No; everyone else was healthy.

It dawned on her as fright startled her awake. Was she pregnant?

"Oh, gods." she cried out, grasping her head in her paws. What had she been thinking? The reality of the past few days seemed to hit her over the head. She had mated with Flame. With Flame, of all people. And she was probably going to have their child. She was hardly a teenager, hardly a suitable candidate for motherhood. Even if she was, she didn't want to resign herself to raising young dragons when she herself was still so young. A few days of reckless love with a childhood friend might ruin the rest of her life. She knew she had to get downstairs, but she was still deep in thought as she joined the other Dragons in the main room. The Guardians gave some little speech before they left, but she hardly heard it. When they went outside and lifted off, she stretched her sore wings and, with a wince, flew with the others towards the Temple. As she trailed towards the back of the pack, Flame tried to join her.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, worried.

"Nothing."

"Something's wrong." he said. "I can tell."

"Really, Flame. It's nothing at all."

"You can tell me. I wanna know."

She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Flame, I think I'm pregnant." His face washed over with horror, but then it subsided.

"How can you tell?"

"Trust me, I'm pretty sure."

"What are we gonna do?"

"I..." she wondered. "I don't know. We can't tell the Guardians. We can't tell anyone."

"But the Guardians can help us!"

"They'd just punish us and make us go through with it. I'm not ready to be a mom yet. And you're not ready to be a dad yet either. We can't go through with this."

"I know. Whatever you want to do, I'm with you."

She didn't feel like talking anymore, so they just flew silently beside each other as the sun rose behind them.

I just read this story from beginning to here and I hate it.

I kind of don't want to finish this. At all.

The plot is dumb, no joke.

Kay.

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SP.