I do realise that I said I would do more writing and uploading since it's the holidays. But hear me out, For the past week me and my family have gone to this other city for holiday and I didn't bring my computer. Since all I got is my phone, I was reluctant to do any writing as it's hard to type. Lucky for you guys, I got a review today and it made me feel so great that I wrote this chapter despite typing on a phone, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4: marketplace

With the rising sun, a new rising sense of wellness blossomed within her. Her past misdeeds could never be forgotten, but surely after saving the world they could be forgiven. A cold breeze swept through the house. Spyro was gone, but a letter was placed beside her. It read…

"Hey, Cynder, hope your okay. I left early to converse with the Guardians about the small problems, don't concern yourself with them. Enjoy the day, make some friends, if you need me then come to the Temple, you can find me there.

Love, Spyro."

She had the whole day to herself, what would she do? Her whole life had been dictated by others, first being a servant to the dark master, then she was taken by apes twice before Spyro saved her again. After that, she had been chained with him to fight Malefor. She didn't mind getting to spend time with Spyro, but she had never had much of a choice.

Making some new friends didn't sound too bad either. With her mind made up, Cynder made her way out of the house and took flight. The sun, like usual, was warm against her back. She glided over the market place, her shadow following her along the ground.

Her shadow passed over a lady mole, with a shriek she pointed towards her. Cynder stopped as more moles started pointing towards her. She looked above her, nothing was there that would alarm the moles. The moles started to shuffle away from something in the middle of the marketplace. Cynder peered down but couldn't see whatever it was through her shadow.

Cynder gracefully swooped down to take a closer look. She still couldn't see it. Her paws thudded quietly against the ground as she landed, there was nothing that would alarm the moles.

Soft whispers of 'it's her' and 'she's back' drifted along the breeze.

"Wha-," she finally understood, they were talking about her.

A male mole walked up towards her, "you killed my wife and three kids."

Other moles, mostly male, stood beside him, making accusations of their own against her. Cynder backed up before them, tears threatening to break free. How could they be so cruel, they didn't understand what she had been through.

But you don't understand their situation either.

A soft voice whispered in her head.

The moles closed in on her, some carried makeshift weapons.

"Please," Cynder pleaded, "I don't want to fight, I know that I have hurt all of you in some way, but it was not my choice."

The mole that had came up to her first replied, "doesn't matter kid, they're gone now because of you."

The moles suddenly rushed at her, waving their assorted weapons in the air. With quick beats of her wings, Cynder fled. She didn't want to fight them, didn't want to cause them any more pain than she had already caused them. She flew to the temple, Spyro could help her, they would listen to him.

Her claws clicked as they touched the stone surface. The dragons on duty came to attention as one of them ran off inside. The other approached her.

"Good morning, Cynder."

"Oh, hi, Magnus."

"I'm guessing you're looking for Spyro."

"Yes."

"I sent Lug to go get him for you."

"Thanks, I'm lucky to have you as a guard, you're the first to be kind to me today."

"What do you mean? Why would anyone not be?"

"The moles at the marketplace, they accused me of killing their families."

"Why would they even think a dragon like you, a hero of this land, go around killing innocent families?"

This time, the tears broke free, "because it's true. When Malefor had me under his power, I went around killing innocent families."

"Hey, it's alright, you had no control, those moles should be angry Malefor, but since you killed him, they should be praising you."

"Maybe, but deep down, what if Malefor only increased my urge to kill, maybe deep down I am a monster like they think I am."

"Well, it may not be much, but I forgive you even if you and your armies killed my siblings and father."

"Cynder!" A very dear voice called out to her.

She turned and saw Spyro run towards her. She felt Magnus move away from her and back to his station but didn't care as Spyro wrapped his wing around her.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was full of concern.

Cynder told him the story about her meeting with the moles.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, I wish I had known, I would have brought you with me." Spyro started to lead her into the temple, "from now on, I'll be with you wherever you go."

His tail wound around hers, the two tips touching.

Her visioned darkened as they entered the dark indoors. She waited for several seconds until her eyes would get used to the lighting, instead they only got darker.

"Let's have a chat," a dreaded voice called to her.

Spyro must have realised something was wrong because he stopped and called out her name but it seemed like it was happening in a distant place, her eyes were closing as her legs buckled beneath her weight.

"That's it come to me," Cynder descended into darkness.

She tried to move but her limbs were shackled to the ground. She opened her eyes and found herself in a circular room with no exits. Torches hangs at regular intervals along the wall. The marble ground was cold on her bare stomach, her wings were also stretched out.

She felt very vulnerable in this state. Her legs were spread apart, her tail stretched across the ground. Her neck was also pinned to the floor. All the chains were cold to the touch.

Soft clicks came from her right. An orange dragon, The orange dragon from her nightmares walked into view.

"I heard that the moles gave you a rough time today."

His voice was worse than she remembered it.

"What do you want from me? Let me out and leave me alone," Cynder begged.

"Why would I let you out? You need to be punished for your crimes. You've killed so many innocent lives."

Cynder struggled against the bonds uselessly as the orange dragon laughed.

"I don't think I've introduced myself yet, our last meeting was so brief."

"You've changed, something is different between the last time we met."

"Well last time I was still depressed, this time I've realised that being dead isn't too bad, not when I can cause you a small portion of the pain that I've felt."

"Please, what can I do to atone for my past sins? I would do anything, please."

"Well, now that I think of it, there may be a way, though it will cause you pain."

"Anything."

"I'll talk to you once I've thought over this, it's almost like having you as a puppet again."

Her vision started to dim again.

"Wait, what do you mean again?"

The dragon ignored her, "you may call me Mal, that was my name when I had a physical body."

She blacked out.

This may be slightly shorter than the other chapters but I hope it's getting you guys to feel connected with Cynder. Feedback is greatly appreciated (this chapter was written due to a review) and I read them all as soon as I can. Thanks for reading and remember that the lines indicate when the story starts and ends so you can skip all of my rambling and just read the stories if you want.