First let me say I'm sorry for the length of time it is taking to post chapters. I had limited access to the computer, but that should stop now. My brother brought my lap top, so I should be able to type more pages per day. However, there is another issue I have, and I hope no one else reading has this problem. The Coronaviris is spreading through the nursing home I'm in, and I have confracted it.
At this moment I just have a sniffle, and I hope that is all that happens. I am getting the care I need, and I am somewhat health, so I am not afraid...yet. I will not give up...I have beaten a stroke, so Corona can kiss my ass.
Thank you to DiabloPProcento, LittleJoey420, NomexGlove, and V2d12 for your support and words of encouragement.
Chapter 4...The First Task is my own
Leading the group south, as she chose to head for her husband's home first, Cynder starts felling a bit of fear for the task she must perform now.
Meeting mom and dad for the first time.
Never has the black dragoness felt such fear, not even when facing Malefor did she shake like this. There was never a sense of respect, or love, for the Dark Master, but just a fear of redemption or death if she disobeyed.
This is different now, for Cynder will be facing the two insects that had the strength to raise a dragon to be strong...and still polite.
Her nerves are easily seen but Spyro, who flies beside his love, watching the black dragoness begin shaking. A smile fills Spyro's face, as they approach the small forest where the dragonflies have called home for hundreds of years, and he spent the first years of his own life.
"Wow...you're really nervous, aren't you?" he asks, getting a look of pure fear from the powerful black dragoness that he believed feared nothing. However, Cynder is more afraid then she has ever been, and not for what she did in her past, but what she faces in the future.
"I'm terrified Spyro." she answers, her nerves shaking her voice as much as the black dragon's wings. "What if they hate me for who I did...or hurt someone they cared about."
Tears begin forming in her eyes, making Spyro cry as well, seeing her so scared. However, Sparx is not concerned at all, and gives his reason way both of them should calm down.
"What did you do Cynder?" He says, acting as if he has never heard of the Terror of the Sky. "Except help there son save the world, and become the great hero he is today."
A wide smile forms of Sparx's face, seeing Cynder calm down already. And now he will do what he does best, as he would with his brother when he felt down.
"The Terror of the Sky has been gone for years...and only this wonderful dragoness remains." Sparx smiles, making Cynder's tears stop. He then looks at his brother, who cannot believe what he is hearing himself.
"You are worthy of their love Cynder, as you are mine."
The once terrified dragon shows Sparx a smile that he has never received from her before. The small dragonfly now knows he has her love, the same way he took Spyro's, with his ability to speak.
"You really feel that way towards my Sparx?"
With a grin, the small dragonfly gives an answer that shows just how much he cares. The same way he made his brother know, early in life, that he truly cared.
"You're my sister now..." he says, giving her tear covered cheek a slight rub and kiss. "...I love you Cynder."
With his own tears now spilling out, Spyro cannot believe what we is seeing. And if Sparx is willing to forgive her, then everyone in the dragonfly village will, especially his mother and father.
"Thank you Sparx..." Spyro, his tears still flowing, reaches out his paw for his brother, taking the small dragonfly in an embrace. "...you are the best brother a dragon could ever have."
Wanting to cry himself, but not giving his brother the satisfaction, Sparx simply gives a smug smile.
"I know I am."
Landing outside the home they grew up in for the first ten years of their lives, Spyro and Sparx cannot help but smile upon seeing a toy they use to play with.
"By the Ancestors...look at this Sparx!" Spyro lifts a small red disk from the ground, holding it up with one paw and a smile. Sparx shows a giant smile to his big brother as well.
"Holy crap...you found our old Frisbee Spyro." the smaller dragonfly remarks, quickly backing away for his brother and holding out his hands. "See if you still know how to toss it."
The purple dragon, with a grin like one from his youth, looks at his wife first.
"You ever throw a Frisbee Cynder?"
"I don't know what a Frisbee is Spyro." She replies, making her husband smile wider. But the purple dragon suddenly sees a chance to show off, grasping the disk made of red plastic and holding it with one paw.
"Watch this sweetheart."
Trying to show off the best he can, Spyro whips the red disk as hard as he ever has, sending it flying farther then Sparx was expecting.
Himself as well.
"Sorry Sparx...my bad." Spyro yelps, seeing the angered face his brother gives, as the Frisbee goes flying well over his head...as well as the tree line
"I guess I'm a lot stronger then when I was ten?"
Sparx, staring at his brother with pure disbelief in that comment, as well as how hard he threw the round disk, answers that statement the best way he can.
"Stronger...yeah." The yellow dragonfly turns his back on his brother, chasing after the Frisbee that is still soaring away.
"Smarter...not a chance."
"Well...you still enjoy making your brother chase after that stupid thing."
Hearing a voice he hasn't in nearly eight years, Spyro quickly turns around to see the big blue dragonfly that helped put him on the right path of life. Without a word, the purple dragon's paw is out around his father's back, pulling Flash against his nose.
"Dad..." the larger dragon says, a few tears dripping from his eyes. "...I've missed you so much."
Flash raps his hands around the big purple nose of his son, having missed the dragon he and his wife found floating down a river one day, then took care of for ten years before he found his destiny.
"I'm so proud of you Spyro..." he offers, knowing everything his son did for Avalar. However, his other son, now hovering beside them with his arms crossed, forces a talented father to add onto his statement. "...as well as you to Sparx."
The large dragonfly moves his left arm out and takes a hold of his other son. He proudly holds them together, never feeling better in his life.
"I've missed you both so very much."
For nearly a full minute, Flash remains stuck with his boys, not wanting to let them go. But then his eyes find the black dragoness that stands beside his son, knowing exactly who she is, but not everything about her.
"So...who do we have here?" he says, releasing his boys to get in front of the face of this young lady.
"Dad...this is Cynder." Spyro says, and with a bit of shock, Flash opens his eyes wide.
"The Terror of the Sky?" he replies, but quickly notices the fear and tears her eyes fill with, as well as his son.
"NO! Don't call her that anymore Dad." Sparx is faster than Spyro to speak, as the purple dragon is embarrassed by what his father called Cynder.
"She is the true reason we are alive today."
The tears that begun falling stop short, as Sparx is fast to explain to his father who this wonderful dragoness is now.
"In fact..." the small yellow dragonfly moves to Cynder's left eye, clearing a tear from her face, showing his father just how much both of his sons care for this dragon. "...if it wasn't for this loving dragoness...Spyro, and the world, would be lost."
Embarrassed by what he said now, making this beautiful black dragon cry, Flash flies up to her nose.
"Forgive me young lady...I did not know." he says, as the dragonfly realm has little information about what happened. Flash then looks at his sons with a set of angered eyes, stunning them both with his reasoning.
"Maybe if my boys would come visit their mother and father more often, we would have known all about the beautiful dragoness he has befriended."
Sparx looks at Spyro with a smug grin, knowing something else their father knows nothing about.
"Well dad...you should know that..." the yellow dragonfly begins, only to be grasped by Spyro and held tightly, keeping his little brother silent.
"Shut your mouth Sparx!"
"Spyro!" a voice barks from the left, and the purple dragon looks and sees how much trouble he is in now.
"Let go of your brother right now!"
With fear, but also a very wide smile, the large dragon does exactly what he is told by a much smaller green and pink colored dragonfly.
"I'm sorry mom..." he replies, releasing his brother, but still showing Sparx a set of angered eyes. "...but my brother still don't know when to keep his mouth shut."
A smug smile crosses Sparx's face, as he actually agrees with his brother.
With a smile of her own, Nina buzzes over to her large adopted son. No words are spoken before she takes what she wants from her special boy, that being a long missed kiss from her no longer tiny dragon child.
"You've grown up so much." Nina says after taking a soft smooch of Spyro's enormous nose. "My little baby has become a giant...beautiful dragon."
Sparx, still hovering beside his brother, waiting for his hug from mommy.
"Believe it or not, mom. If he's anything like the dragons I saw." he says, holding his hands out wide. "Spyro isn't even close to the size he will grow up to be."
"Really?"
Nina suddenly looks at her giant purple child in a different way, and Spyro notices it. As if there is a fear she has lost something so valuable .
"Don't worry, you and dad are the ones that raised me." his giant paw gently smothers his mother against his big purple nose. "So, no matter how big I am, you will always be...my mommy."
Unable to keep her tears from flowing, Nina smothers her son's giant purple nose with dozens of kisses. It brings tears to the large dragon's eyes, but also a sense of pure joy and love, knowing the mother that raised him understands how grateful he is.
"I love you mom."
Unable to keep his own tears from flowing, as the one he has spent most of his life trying to please himself, Flash watches his family enjoy a moment of true love. He cannot believe how much this family has come together, considering how different they were. Though, as he watches his wife become overwhelmed, he notices the same tears of love and joy flowing from Cynder.
The large dragonfly buzzes over to the black dragoness, his eyes focused hard, scanning Cynder for answers without questions. He can see she has a certain fear, and knows there is something he is missing.
That same look comes from his son, and Flash begins to think there is something they are both hiding, something the old dragonfly knows well.
"So...Cynder...tell me..." the blue insect hovers before her eyes, not letting her look away. "...when do you and my son fall in love?"
The black dragon's eyes open wide, locking on the large dragonfly hovering before her. She says nothing for a moment, trying hard to let his comment go bye without reaction.
But Flash will have none of it.
"Don't even try to play it off, like you don't understand what I am talking about, young lady."
The blue dragonfly's eyes can see her nerves, as well as her pride. He then looks at his son once more, noticing the eyes of concern. The eyes he himself would have if someone was questioning his beloved Nina.
"The very first day I met him...and he saved my life in so many ways." Cynder answers, bringing Flash's attention back to her, and the smile that fills her pretty face. Her eyes then leave Spyro and focus on Flash, speaking the truth before her words can.
"I will love him until the end of time."
Again the blue dragonfly gives a smile, hearing the promise she makes to him. However, he is stunned beyond belief when Cynder ads that she has made this promise elsewhere.
"I swore that...to the ancestors."
Flash's smile disappears, and his eyes lock on the purple dragon he and his wife raised from birth, angry that he did not get a chance to see the greatest moment in his life.
"SPYRO..."
The purple dragon's eyes lock on his father with a childish fear, knowing that voice from when he was a boy, and daddy was pissed off for something he did wrong.
"...you got some explaining to do, young dragon."
As I fight for my life against this viris...named after a shitty beer...I will make Spyro and Cynder fight to stay together. What will come next...you're guess is as good as mine. However, I promise it will be fun.