Sorry for the delay, but the Carona virus is hindering the home I am staying at. It took some time for my room to be cleared, but I finally have my PC again. Also, the fact that my typing sucks now is another reason. But it will improve.
My thanks to DragonFury613, SilverFury23, NomexGlove, DiabloPProcento for the Reviews and support.
Chapter 2...The Morning After
As the sun began to rise, the purple dragon and his tiny brother found it hard to do the same. A night of fun and festivities left both Spyro and Sparx with a bit of a hangover. The hero opens his eyes slowly, then closes them as the sun reminds him of what the late night did to him.
"By the ancestors..."
Sparx slowly opens his eyes too, staring at his brother with pure rage.
"Do you feel like someone just stepped on your head too?"
Wanting to answer his brother's guesting, but not wanting to say any words, Spyro just nods his head. However, the purple dragon understands that is not much better, as his brain begins yelling at him.
"Oh my goodness...what did we do last night."
With the same feeling of despair, Sparx says nearly the same thing his brother just did, except he keeps his voice lower in volume.
"I would say something very stupid ..." the little dragonfly holds his head as it begins to rattle, then looks at his brother with his red, bloodshot eyes. "...but to tell you the truth, I just can't remember anything."
Totally agreeing with his little brother, Spyro looks for the one who might have an idea, however, to his surprise she is not in the room.
"Where did Cynder go?"
"Morning sweetheart..." she suddenly says, walking into the bedroom, handing her love a hot glass of tea with six sugars. "...I made it just the way you like it." She then hands his dragonfly brother a tiny cup with the same thing, including the six sugars.
"And this on is for you Sparx."
The purple dragon takes a sip, a smile filling his face as the tea is just the way he likes it.
"Thank you Cynder...that was nice of you to..." Sparx says with a stunned smile, that is until the tea hits his taste buds. He then quickly covers his mouth, trying hard to swallow and not spit out the overly sweetened drink.
"By the Ancestors...are you kidding me Cynder?" he barks, and the black dragoness is unable to hold back the laughter.
"What did she do?" Spyro asks, and his brother hands him the tiny cup. The purple dragon takes a small sip from Sparx's tea, making his mouth close tightly with the overwhelming sweetness. But then, like Cynder, he starts laughing with her.
"That's not funny, Spyro!"
Even though his head hurts, the purple dragon laughs a bit harder.
"Yes it is...your just upset that you didn't do it little brother. Either that, or you don't understand whats funny anymore."
The tiny dragonfly gets face to face with his sibling, ready to start their rivalry once again, pointing a finger at him with pure discontent.
"You know damn well that is far from the truth..." He then locks at the black dragoness, who is stunned at how angry he is. The same grin shown towards her. "...and I plain on getting you back Spyro, even if it was Cynder's fault...cause you decided to save her life."
Spyro's eyes open with concern as his brother suddenly leaves the room. However, his concern increases when Cynder smiles as well, then walks out of the room following Sparx.
"HEY...Don't you dare Cynder!"
The purple hero is fast out the door, getting beside the dark dragoness who cannot stop smiling.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of a tiny little dragonfly." She remarks with pure sarcasm, hearing fear in Spyro's voice for the first time since facing Malefor.
"Of course I'm not afraid of him..." Spyro grins, but looks around the room to see if Sparx is close by, and may have heard that last statement. The great hero is actually scared, knowing exactly what his brother is capable of. "...but Sparx is not just a tiny little insect when it comes to pay backs...or pranks."
Cynder is stunned to see her love still looking around the room for his brother, a sense of worry coming from him. However, the shock dissipates when a small jar of dark brown liquid falls from the ceiling, landing on top of Spyro's head.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME SPARX!?" the purple, and now brown faced dragon barks, seeing his little brother hovering against the roof over him, laughing uncontrollably. But then his eyes lock upon Cynder, as she cannot stop the laughter that pours out as well.
"Really? You thing that's funny?" Spyro asks with an attitude, giving the one he loves such a look of disgust, that Cynder cannot help put laugh harder.
"It is funny, watching the two of you play together." She says, though with a quick sniff, Cynder knows Spyro will soon enjoy the joke himself.
"Besides, I think you will thank him as I plan on cleaning it."
Spyro realizes the meaning of what she said, as he gets a sniff himself. The powerful dragon recognizing the scent of chocolate, then smiles as Cynder begins licking his face. His eyes find Sparx, showing him a lock of pure shock, as well as enjoyment.
"Don't smile too much..." the little dragonfly remarks with a shit eating grin. "...I still plain on getting my revenge Spyro. I'm just waiting for you to forget first, and are not expecting it. Then it becomes much funnier."
As Sparx leaves the room, Spyro understands the ploy. He starts fearing the repercussions again, and knows that is what Sparx loves the most.
"Great..." he says with concern, and Cynder stops licking his face, locking into the eyes of Spyro. She is stunned to see a certain amount of fear again.
"...he is relentless."
With disbelief at how the mighty hero reacts to Sparx's threat, Cynder becomes concerned herself.
"What can he possibly do to you?"
Her question gets a strong gaze from her love, and she sees the true fear that Spyro has.
"Oh...he may be small Cynder, but his ability to be sarcastic and ruthless is staggering." the purple and chocolate covered dragon smiles as he leads his girlfriend down the hall, recalling several moments in his younger days. His voice is not angry at all. In fact, Spyro cannot help but laugh as he recalls many instances when Sparx proved he is not as tiny when it comes to righting back.
But it is one moment that he will never forget that he speaks of.
"One day , our parents gave us each a large bag of candy. But since I was bigger, I got a much larger bag. So after Sparx finished his, and I wouldn't share mine, he tied my tail to the wall while I was sleeping."
Spyro loses his smirk for a moment, recalling the vicious trick that he wishes he came up with himself.
"Sparx then put my right paw in a bucket of warm water."
Cynder starts laughing already, knowing what would happen next. However, Spyro's confession of what Sparx did after makes her nearly loss control.
"With my tail tied to the wall, I couldn't get off my pillows. I was gonna pee all over my bed if I didn't tell him where I hide my candy."
"You have to admit, it worked perfectly Spyro. Didn't it?" Sparx remarks, suddenly showing himself again. A huge smile on his face. "You gave up those candies fast."
"Yeah..." Spyro barks with anger. "...but then you flew away, and left me standing there, holding it in for a minute until you hide them."
Sparx's smirk makes Cynder laugh even harder, and so is the answer he gives to her.
"I didn't want him to follow me, and take the candies back after I rightfully stole them."
"Rightfully stole...that makes perfect sense, Sparx." Spyro remarks with a sarcastic tone.
"Just like helping someone when you don't know where they are...right big brother?"
Spyro is lost for a moment, thinking of the conversation he had last night, and the voice head by all three. He turns to Cynder, who has the same look of uncertainty.
"Don't look at me for an answer, I actually agree with Sparx this time."
The yellow dragonfly leaves his place beside Spyro's right ear, moving to Cynder's side. He then looks back at his brother, crossing his arms over his chest.
"See that...we both think you're crazy."
With a smile, Cynder locks upon her new sidekick, a smug smirk on her face.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you joined your brother when he went looking around Avalar for where he came from. And he had no idea where that was either."
Sparx looks at Cynder with a smug grin and a single eye, he then flies back to his brother's right ear.
"She is much smarter then you when it comes to sarcastic answers, so I better stick with you bro...or I will loss every argument."
Completely agreeing with his brothers assessment, Spyro says nothing, then heads for the door. He needs help in this decision to go hunting, and knows he will not get an answer from Sparx and Cynder.
At least not a sarcastic one.
Meanwhile, in the palace. Two of the three leaders of Warfang find it just as hard to wake up as Spyro and his brother did.
"What where we thinking, trying to keep up with Spyro and the younger crowd, as they kept doing shoots." Volteer whines, holding a large bag of ice against his head. "I feel like I fell down a mountain ledge and broke every single bone in my body."
"You didn't fall down a mountain, you foul." Terrador replies, holding his bandaged right paw up. "You fell off the roof of Spyro's home, after climbing it for no reason, and landed on me."
Cyril cannot stop his laughter, easily recalling the festivities of last night, since he was the designated leader during the party. Terrador then looks at him with the same anger he has for Volteer.
"It is not funny Cyril..." the leader of the dragon race remarks with a pit of anger, and his icy friend shows how cold he can be by laughing harder.
"Sure it was...admit it." the bitter-gold blue dragon replies. His smile only gets larger, as does Terrador's anger. "You boys have not had that much fun since he were kids...nor have I."
With the anger in his heart growing, the massive earth dragon looks at his friend with a strong stair. But then he understands the truth to that statement and begins laughing himself.
"It was a good party..." The large green dragon looks upon the picture of Avalar's savior, proud to know it will not be the last rendering of the purple hero he has come to love. "...and it was pleasing to see Spyro acting in such a childish way for the first time."
"I must agree with Cyril, and you master Terrador." Volteer ads, limping beside his good friend and leader, bumping his paw against the green dragon's side "I may feel like I fell off a building, but I have not had that much fun in years. To see Spyro and Cynder playing, as if they experienced none of the pain of such a hard life, I will remember it forever."
The yellow dragon smiles, showing his broken paw with a sense of pride.
"I will cherish this injury for as long as it lasts."
"Cherish a broken paw?" Sparx's voice surprises the three leaders of Warfang, as do the appearance of both Spyro and Cynder. "I thought my brother was the craziest dragon on Avalar...but I think you have him beat master Volteer."
All three elders show a smile, as well was their respect to the hero of Avalar.
"Good morning Spyro, Ms Cynder..." the large earth breather offers, lowering his head in a bow to the saviors of his world. However, he is surprised at how well the younger dragon is handling last nights festivities. "...I am startled to see you so early this morning."
"Morning gentle dragons...sorry that we are hear so early to disturb you." The purple dragon says with respect, bringing a smile to all three guardians faces. They now he is the strongest in the room, hell...he is the strongest on the planet, but yet shows his undying respect for them.
"What can we do you Spyro?" Cyril is faster to speak, as his mind is not recovering from last nights fun.
Spyro looks at Cynder, then his brother, wondering if he should speak about the odd occurrence from last night. And as both nod then heads, the great hero begins to talk with conviction.
"We herd a strange voice last nice...begging for help." He looks around again, seeing the same concern develop on everyone in the room. "And I was just wondering, since I've been gone for a few months, is there something or someone we may have missed."
Terrador looks at Cyril and Volteer, both showing him the same looks of not knowing.
"Not that we know of Spyro..." the large dragon replies, then sees the look he has seen from the hero on many occasions.
A look of determination
"...what are you planing...and do you need our help?"
Spyro's eyes return to Terrador, a bit of a smug stare accompanying them
"What makes you think I am gonna do anything?"
Everyone in the room gives the purple dragon a look of ignorant disbelief. Never has he asked a dumber question in his life.
"I think everyone in the room knows the two of us are going on another journey Spyro." the small dragonfly answers with a sarcastic tone. However, his smug grin dissipates when his brother turns to look at him.
"What do you mean by the two of us...?" he says, then looks at Cynder before returning a strong stare to his brother. "...are you not coming Sparx?"
Cynder gives Sparx such a shit eating grin, knowing she is now Spyro's number two.
"If you want to come Sparx, you can."
The tiny dragonfly cannot stop the rage that begins flowing throw his vanes, but knows his place beside Spyro has been reduced, and rightfully so. Though, being the dragonfly he is, Sparx buzzes up to Cynder's nose.
"Good...That means you get to lead the group into dangerous situations."
Spyro cannot hold back to laugh, knowing how many times he made his fast moving brother lead them into dark, unknown places. Sparx turns to his brother with the same sarcastic grin.
"I was getting tired of being the first one to get shot at anyway, then changing color to blue of green."
The next chapter will show where I am going with this story, and I am hopping you will enjoy.