6 Months Later
The moon was showing only half of itself on that late hour we find ourselves in. A young dragoness can be seen walking through the corridors of the temple. No sound can be heard. No tapping of claws or flies buzzing in the night. No-one is here. No is awake. 'So why is she?'
Cynder walked up flight upon flight of stairs. During the day she wouldn't have had any problem with flying to the top but ,at nights, it was different. Years spent practicing how to move silently proved helpful to the youngling as she moved through the corridors without even the sound of her breath interrupting the silence.
Cynder soon found herself at the top of final set of stairs in the temple. Opening the door with her tail led to a beautiful view over Warfang. Cynder was currently is the tallest tower of the temple, which seemed to spear the sky from the centre of the temple. The half-moon light shone upon the city, giving a rather vague look with the pale light. No lights could be seen from the city, just darkness. Dotted in the night sky were multitudes of stars that ran across the sky. Cynder always found this place to be the most relaxing of the entire temple. Whenever things got too much for her (Usually Ember and Sparx), this is where she could be found. Not that anyone knew that of course. She wasn't the 'Terror of the Skies' for nothing. 'Even if the name is from spite', Cynder thought bitterly. Cynder quickly shook the thought from her head and again began to quietly enjoy the view of Warfang in pure darkness.
A few minutes later, and she began to hum quietly. A slow and small tune she had heard another student from the temple sing whilst they didn't know she was there. Cynder had never understood why people sung. Apparently some people find singing as a stress relief or a calming action. Which is why she is finally trying it.
Quietly at first, the song starts softly
Oh Holy land
Come ancient spirit
Take up my hand
And guide me
As she continued to sing, music began to spring up in her head, almost as if she already knew the song although she had only heard the lyrics
Pull me to shore
Rivers are rising
Look in this heart
And find me
Cynder flowed with the music only she could hear, letting her voice rise with intensity yet without gaining any volume.
I've lost my way
Your voice is silent
I need you here
To remind me
Show me now
How to find my home
All I am
Surrender
Let the water flow right through this broken soul
The music in her head picked up; getting louder so in turn, unwittingly, so did Cynder's voice
I fought by your side
Ashes still burning
I proved my worth
So tell me why
This verse always brought Spyro to the forefront of Cynder's mind. The battles they faced, the war they won… And what they, no, HE lost. And then it brought up the near ENITIRITY of dragon-kinds harsh words towards her. She wasn't in control during the sins they swore vengeance for. So why was she the villain? If both Cyril and Sparx -SPARX of all creatures- accepted Cynder after her help in Malefor's downfall, surely it's possible for the rest too.
I've lost my way
Your voice is silent
I need you here
To remind me
Show me now
How to find my home
All I am
Surrender
Tell me that you can forgive
Bring me peace that I may live
The music began to slow down, dropping in volume and, in suit, so did Cynder's singing, swiftly falling to a soft tone once more.
Show me now
How to find my home
All I am
Surrender
As quick as the music fell, it picked back up, forcing Cynder to become louder than before to hear herself over the music in her head.
Oh sweet rest
Find me at my home
Stay with me
Forever
Let the water flow right through this broken soul
The music fell away during the final lyric of the song, causing Cynder to realise how loud she had been. At first, there didn't seem to be anyone nearby. Until she heard a light clapping behind her. "What was its name?" a male voice behind her asked. Cynder turned to see a figure that stood on two legs. It was much to tall to be a mole, for this figure was twice the size of her. However, it didn't have the posture of a cheetah, all professional and straight. He was leaning against a pillar that held the top part of the tower, paws in the pockets of his pants after he finished clapping. The cloak was pure black and hid his face rather well. It was rather clear he had no fur since he was wearing clothes like moles and cheetahs-and sometimes certain dragons with slim figures- do when it's cold outside. They just don't like the cold. But what took her interest was the peculiar colour of his eyes. They were near the same colour as Spyro's scales, just a darker shade -although that could just be the night influencing them.
"What?", Cynder asked in return to the cloaked figure.
"The song. Did it have a name?", the humanoid inquired.
"This Broken Soul, I think. I'm not entirely sure-", Cynder began, slightly embarrassed at a stranger hearing her sing.
"And yet you sung it with such intensity and beauty. Astounding", the creature(*1) praised.
Remember the 'slightly embarrassed' statement I said earlier. Yeah, now she's completely flustered.
"Okay, how long were you listening in on me", Cynder demanded, glad her scales could hide her light blush.
"I was here when you started humming. My turn, why are you up here so late?", The figure asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
"I could ask you the same thing." Cynder retorted.
The figure seemed to find this response humorous and began to chuckle. "True, but I asked first."
"Fine, I was stressed and came up her to calm down. Happy? Now you", she responded, quite annoyed.
"I saw a dragoness on her own, doing an incredible feat of making absolutely no noise without using magic. I was curious of what you were doing and decided to follow you. And I am glad that I did, that voice of yours is quite a gift. Please allow me to return the favour"
"What do you mean?"
"Well you sung a rather sad song, so how about a more positive song in return?"
Realisation marched across Cynder's face as she understood what was offered. "Eh alright. Might as well, I've got nothing better to do."
"Your wish is my command, m'lady". The figure did a mocking bow and seemed to smile underneath his cowl.
Cynder turned with a huff and sat closer to the edge of the building, lying on her haunches. The figure turned sat with his back to the pillar and used it as a back rest. After a short pause, a deep inhale was heard, and he began to sing
Have you ever felt like
Nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten?
In the middle of nowhere.
Have you ever felt like
You could just disappear.
Like you could fall
And no-one could hear.
Well, let that lonely feeling
Wash away.
Maybe there's a reason
That you can still be okay.
And if you don't have
The strength to stand.
You can reach, reach out
Your hand.
And oh
Someone will come runnin'
And I know, they'll
Take you home…
Even when the dark
Comes crashing through
And you need a friend,
To carry you.
And when you're
Broken on the ground
You will be found
So let the sun come
Streaming in cause
You'll reach up
And you'll rise again
Lift your head and look around.
You will be found
You will be found
His voice was rather pleasant to listen to. It managed to be soft yet powerful at the same time. It left Cynder wanting to hear more, yet she had the idea he would ask for a song in return for it. And she knew no other song.
"Well, my business here is done", the stranger stood and turned to Cynder. "But before I leave, might I inquire your name young lady?"
'Oh, so that's why he's being nice. He doesn't know who I am yet. Strange since the entire city is mostly awaiting my death.' With a sigh, mentally preparing for what the reaction will be, she answered "Cynder."
"A unusual yet lovely name. Perfect for a black dragon, wouldn't you say?" Cynder looked at the stranger, well, strangely.
'That's it? No yells for my blood or vengeance for some loved one I killed? Who is this guy?'
"And I am Calemvir. Don't look at me weirdly you dragons have your customs my family has mine."
Cynder was indeed looking at Calemvir strangely. 'First he has supposedly has no idea who I am, then he has a strange name and finally he got up here without my knowledge. Who is this?'
"Now I should be off, may our paths cross at a later date, Cynder the black dragoness."
And with that farewell, Calemvir jumped off the edge of the tower. Scrambling to her feet Cynder ran over to where Calemvir had jumped and prepared to jump after the idiot, yet when she looked, he had vanished. No tug in the breeze nor any wingbeats. Calemvir just vanished into thin air. For the rest of the night this creature plagued her mind. Who was he? What was he? And how the freak did he mange to disappear into the night as easily as Cynder did to her shadows?
(1)I would've put person but person wouldn't be something animals would use really is it? Just makes more sense to put 'creature'.
So… new chapter. Cynder has made an acquaintance and Spyro wasn't in the chapter for a Spyro fanfiction. As always I ask the constructive criticism and ,since I only saw this persons review today, a few of my characters will be gay. Nothing wrong with that is there? I wouldn't think a transgender would have a problem with homosexuals.