Inside Spyro's dream.
When Spyro opened his eyes he found himself surrounded by tall trees and lush greenery. He rose up from his flowery bedding, and headed towards the north and deeper into the forest. He wasn't sure why, but deep down he felt like somewhere in that direction held purpose to him. As he continued on his journey to where ever his feet were taking him, he saw Warfang in the distance. Even though he was roughly about a several miles away from the dragon city, Spyro still couldn't help but be hypnotized by its beauty. However, his feet had a different plan, as they continued to take him even further into the forest. Soon enough Spyro saw a smokestack ahead of him. As he grew closer to the source of said smokestack, Spyro saw a tiny, single floor, log cabin from which the smoke was coming from its chimney. It was a simple house, mostly made out of logs and some form of earth that held the logs together. Once he had control over his feet again, he heard someone from inside the cabin call his name.
Spyro approached the door, but hesitated before opening the door as he started to fear that whatever lay behind the door would want to cause him harm. He took a deep breath and turned the nob. Once inside he took a look around the room. Across from him was a large bed that was big enough to fit two adult dragons. Not too far from the bed stood around wooden table and two wooden chairs, both of which seemed to be hand carved, and across from that was the chimney. There was not much else inside other then, a chest near the table which probably held food inside, and a few books stacked on top one another near the bed.
"Welcome home, Spyro." called a female voice behind Spyro.
Spyro quickly turned around to see who was behind him, and say Cynder standing in the door way.
"Oh, it's only you Cynder. You scared me."
"Ah, is the big strong purple dragon scared of little old me?" Cynder teased, letting out a small chuckle.
Spyro started to blush slightly from what she said. "W-where are we anyway?"
Cynder's face suddenly was filled with concern. "Don't you remember? This is our home, and over there is the furniture you made with your own two paws. We lived here for almost a year now, how could you forget? Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember any of that."
Spyro could she Cynder's heart drop from the look in her eyes, and it broke his heart to see this. Then it seemed like an idea popped into Cynder's head. "Well maybe this might jog your memory." Cynder got close to Spyro and placed a paw on the back of his head. She pulled his head towards her until their lips locked together. Spyro was shocked, but soon shut his eyes as he lost himself as they deepened the kiss. However, it was short lived as Cynder pulled away.
Spyro was bursting with joy on the inside. He couldn't remember any time were he felt happier. "Do you remember now?"
In truth Spyro didn't have any clue of what she was talking about, but at the moment he didn't care. All that mattered to him was that Cynder loved him, and he loved her. "It's coming back to me, but only faintly." Spyro didn't like lying to Cynder, but he would do anything just for the moment to last.
"Well I guess it's better than nothing." said Cynder still slightly disappointed.
Seeing Cynder's disappointed look Spyro nuzzled Cynder before saying "Oh come on Cynder, memories don't matter. All that I need to know is that I love you, and you love me."
"Yeah I know but still. I'm just sad that you don't remember all those good times we had."
"Well then I guess we will just have to make new ones them."
Cynder couldn't help but smile when he said that. "It is getting late, how about we go to bed?"
Spyro looked outside one of the windows and like Cynder had said the outside words had become dark as night fell upon the land. Spyro felt Cynder coil her tail around his paw as she pulled him closer to their bed. Once they were on the bed, they lay down, and pulled the covers over themselves. Spyro pulled Cynder close to him until her spine touched his chest. A large smile grew upon Spyro's face.
"Hey Spyro." whispered Cynder.
"Yes Cynder?" Spyro whispered back.
"I love you." Spyro closed his eyes.
"Oh will you stop it already; you're going to make me sick!" came a new voice.
Spyro's eye sprung open, and saw that he no longer was in bed with Cynder cuddling up next to him. Standing up he found himself once more in the now quite familiar white room and across from him sat the other Spyro he met in his dream, the other day.
"Hey! Bring Cynder back!" Spyro demanded.
"Hey it's your dream, I did nothing. In fact, you're the one who called me here." said Dark Spyro calmly.
"Now why would I do that; I was perfectly happy with Cynder?"
"Who cares? It's only a dream. Cynder doesn't actually have any feelings towards you anyway."
Spyro felt like strangling the darker dragon, but decided against it. "Ok fine, why are you here anyway?"
"Like I said, you called me here not the other way around."
"Ugh, I guess I might as well ask you some question seeing as you are here." Spyro didn't understand. When did he call for his dark half? Maybe talking to him would answer this. "First question what are you?"
"Well that is a stupid question, who do you think I am?"
"Just answer the question already!" said Spyro bitterly.
Dark Spyro let out a sigh. "I am Spyro."
"No you're not, I am Spyro. You are nothing like me."
"Your right, I'm nothing like you. I am part of you."
"I don't understand, what do you mean?"
"I mean what I said. You and me are one and the same." Dark Spyro was starting to get slightly irritated.
"That is not possible. You are a cold hearted killer, and I would never harm a fly."
"What is your point? Just because I'm not a sniveling coward like you doesn't change anything."
Spyro let out a sigh knowing that continuing this argument was pointless. "Ok, how about we start with where did you come from?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"How do you not know where you came from?"
"Because I'm you, whatever you know I know, and whatever you don't know, I won't have a clue what it is either. For all I know I could just be your primal instinct, or whatever that feline told you."
"Well if you are my primal instincts, then why did you kill Blast?"
"You mean that red whelping? I only killed that bastard because he might have killed you. No matter how much I loathe your choice to stay with that black bitch, I still need you and your body to live."
"HEY! You leave Cynder out of this. She has done nothing wrong towards me, and has only helped me live through the hell hole that is my life!"
"If she has been helping you so much then tell me; why does she help you?"
"She said so herself, she is helping me because we both have to live in a city whose people hate us, and in return I help her as well."
"So she is using you to further her own needs."
"NO! We both do our best to make our lives better for each other."
"Ok, then if that is so, then when was the last time you comforted Cynder in her time of need?"
"When she was grieving over the loss of her mother."
"Ok, now can you think of another time were you made her feel better?" said Dark Spyro as he approached Spyro until they were only inches apart.
"Well no, but that doesn't change the …"
"It changes everything!" Dark Spyro declared, as he interrupted Spyro. Dark Spyro then moved away from Spyro and started to slowly circle him, while Spyro followed him with his eyes. "Can't you see that she pity's you? That she thinks of you as nothing but a lost puppy."
"No, Cynder would never think that."
"Oh but it is true Spyro; all she ever does is use you for your love. She is nothing but a succubus. She misses the feeling of someone loving her when her mother died, so when she found you lying on the ground that day, she knew that she could manipulate you so she could fell loved. She does not truly care for you. As long as you care for her, is all that she really cares for."
"Do you have any proof to prove this?"
"In fact I do. When the two of you were at that fountain, Cynder said that she would rather have a happy childhood and a loving mother than you. All you are is just filler for the hole that is in her cold black heart that use to hold her mother's love."
"Cynder apologized for that. She wouldn't really mean that!"
"But how can you tell? For all you know she just said that so that you would stay with her. Not only that, but if it wasn't for her then Blast would still be alive."
"What does she have to do with that?"
"She is the one who pulled you into that fight. All you wanted to do was leave, but she told you otherwise, and because of that she nearly got herself killed. In fact, that might be the reason why I was let loose, because you didn't want to see your 'friend' die. She has played with your feelings so much that you are willing to kill for her. She is turning you into a weapon Spyro!"
"Well then why did you try to kill her? If we are both the same like you said that would mean that we both share the same feelings towards her."
"I tried to kill her because she is the only thing that stands between you and freedom." A grin formed on Dark Spyro's face as he stopped in front of Spyro. "It doesn't really matter if you don't believe what I say is true or not, because you and me are the same. All I am is just part of your brain whether it may be your primal instincts or your consensus, which meaning that you do have doubts about Cynder."
Spyro thought about what his counterpart said. As much as he hated to admit it, deep down he didn't completely trust Cynder and who could blame him. All his life he was treated as an outcast to everyone around him, and was basically tortured by his parents. Spyro wasn't even sure if he could possibly trust anyone at all, especially Cynder.
Not only that but he believed that his parents loved him, but that was a lie, so who is to say that Cynder isn't just playing with his heart.
Spyro then felt a wing being draped over him and saw that the wing belonged to Dark Spyro.
"Look, I know that what you are thinking is not an easy thing to take in, but you have to believe me. Unlike Cynder I am actually helping you because you deserve a better life. I know that you have feelings for her, but you have to let her go. If there is one thing that mom and dad taught us is that, there is no such thing as actual love in this world. Not for those who are different that is. For guys like us, there is only hatred, greed and pain. We can only look out for ourselves."
Spyro felt tears starting to form in his eyes. "Even if you are right, what do you want me to do to?"
"To leave her Spyro, the only way you will ever be happy is to just leave her and everyone else in this forsaken city."
Then the room around Spyro started to fade as he began to wake up.
Reality
When Spyro woke up he thought about his dream, as he gazed up at the ceiling. It was strange though he thought he heard voice above. Suddenly someone held his muzzle shut. It was Cynder. Spyro heard the sound of claws scraping across the wooden flooring and armor clanking together. His best guest was that there were city guards inside the house.
He then heard Hunter speak. "There, you have seen my home and not a single trace of any purple dragon. Now could you please leave my home you so rudely barged into?"
"We do apologies good citizen, but we heard that a purple dragon was sighted here the other day. He has already ended the life of a helpless child, so the quicker we find him the better. If you do see him, please notify one of the guards as quickly as possible."
Spyro then heard more movement about him followed by the front door closing.
"It is safe, you two can come up now." said Hunter a few minutes later.
The two dragons emerged from the hidden room. Spyro wondered how hunter knew they were awake. That is when he noticed it was nearly midday.
"Spyro are you ok, you slept for quite some time?" asked Cynder.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." said Spyro not fully paying attention.
"It's seems like our fears came true. Spyro I'm sorry to say this but I think it would be best if you don't come up here all that often." Hunter said, figuring that this would best protect Spyro.
"Ok then." He still wasn't paying attention.
"Well look on the bright side Spyro at least you and me get to hang out more." said Cynder. She seemed rather happy about that.
"Yeah I'm… so happy about that."
"Do you not like spending time with me?" asked Cynder concerned.
"What! Oh no, no, no that is not what I meant. Sorry about that I just have a lot on my mind."
"Anything you might want to talk about?" Cynder asked, just trying to pass the time.
"So Hunter would you happen to have anything that I could use to kill time while I'm down there." asked Spyro avoiding Cynder's question.
"Actually I do. I will be right back." Hunter left the room. When he came back he had a large sack on his back. "These are toys I use to play with when I was just a cub. I was saving them for if I ever had any cups of my own." Hunter carried the sack down stairs and placed them next to Spyro's bed. "I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do at the moment."
"No, its great thank you." Cynder said quickly, grateful for all Hunter has done so far.
"Well I do hope you to have fun. Unfortunately, I do have to go to work soon. I have to pay for these taxes somehow. You two play nice now." Hunter then left his home.
Cynder started to dig around in the bag and pulled out a stuffed bear. "Ah look this must have been his stuff bear from when he was a cup. I bet he looked so cute snuggled up in bed while cuddling this." teased Cynder.
"Yeah that's great Cynder." said Spyro who was still lost in his thoughts.
"Spyro are you sure everything is ok? You been spacing out a lot today?"
"Look Cynder I'm fine, will you get off my back already?!" Spyro said with a hint of anger in his voice. He quickly noticed the hurt look on Cynder's face. He let out a sigh before saying "Look Cynder, I just need some time to think is all. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that."
"You know what you can keep your apologies Spyro" said Cynder as she walked up the stairs "when you're done acting like a jerk then just call me."
Spyro watch as Cynder closed the hidden door behind her leaving him to his thought.