To Be a King

Chapter 2: More than Thoughts

The purple reptilian grumbled silent words to the female in front of him as he sighed in defeat. "Fine you win…"

A smile tugged on the female's lips as she accepted the dragons defeat but was soon interrupted by the male's next act of words.

"….But you still cheated." Replied the purple dragon as he grinned at the female's response.

The female's eyes instantly widened then narrowed on the "child" in front of her.

"I so did not cheat. You just can't admit that I won." She replied as she smiled at the male's drenched appearance. "And besides I wasn't the one who put that pond there."

The male opened his mouth to rebut but was interrupted by a deep chalky voice.

"Spyro! Cynder! Where are you guys!" came the voice through the foliage. The owner stepped… or flew into the opening.

A dragonfly. The most unlikely creature to own such a resounding voice. The rays of the sun rested upon his golden body to give him a glowing look that pulsed into his four vein wings.

The purple dragon took note of the dragonflies, exhausted temper, mood.

"What's wrong Sparxs?" Asked the male.

"Oh don't you give me 'what's wrong Sparxs' Spyro," Replied the dragonfly in an angered tone. "You guys said you were just going to go get something. Then I find you out here playing tag?"

Both of the dragons brought their heads down at Sparxs rant, feeling childish. Sparx took note of this as his antennas hung down slightly, his emotions calming down.

Sparx took a deep breath before he replied releasing his stress. "Look I know that you guys want some time to yourselves, god knows I would join in, but we have things that need to be done first. Terrador told us to help rebuild the village and..."

"But the village has been rebuilt." Spyro retorted. He brought his gaze to rest on Cynder who was looking back at him. "We were just having some fun." He finished as he looked back at Sparx, who was floating there, his temper softened.

"But you guys are older now….like what 14?" Replied Sparx as he stared at the two dragons. "I mean I don't think others will think highly of the two heroes of the war. The defeaters of Malefor playing tag in the woods."

Both dragons looked at each other and took notice of their age. They have grown a lot. To be playing tag at their age was childish but who could blame them. Years of war and destruction fueled their childhood.

Spyro had never felt the feeling of his true mother and fathers care. He was raised by dragonflies and saw Sparx as his older brother. Well not in size but age. He is also the purple dragon of legend destined to defeat the tyranny of Malefor and restore peace. Destined to die bringing Malefor with him. All had been done. Malefor was defeated but Spyro lives, bringing new questions of why didn't he die and what is his new purpose. Some had come to believe that Spyro was actually much more powerful than they believed and defeated Malefor with ease. However Spyro had a different idea of what happened as he looked at Cynder who was deep in thought of something probably brought along by Sparx's words.

Cynder. She probably had the worst childhood of the two. Hatched in Malefor's clutches, trained to become a tool of power that would lead his armies of destruction. This training had given her a spiteful reputation along with her ebony scales and her white horns. The sight of her would anger and fear many, but Spyro saved her. He saved her from the claws of Malefor and brought her to the light showing her the good she could offer to the world. Along this journey they both had created a strong bond with each other.

That bond was tested as the two had entered Malefor's lair and together defeated him. The bond went beyond that, as Spyro had to stay to rebuild the world that had crumbled under Malefor's rage. One thing happened that made that friendship bond so much more. Cynder stayed with Spyro in knowing that she would probably die as the world rebuilt itself at the power of Spyro. But they lived showing that there purpose in this world was far from over.

Spyro also remembered something else during that day. He swore he heard something. He remembered hearing Cynder's voice through the crumbling earth.

"I love you."

Spyro's eyes shot wide opened as the words rang through his head. He looked around to see that the light of the sun was dying down as day surrendered to night. He had been in such deep thought that he had not realized that they left the valley awhile ago and were headed back to Warfang to report there rebuilding mission completed.

Spyro brought his gaze over to see Cynder flying next to him, the sunset next to her radiating the chorus of colors off her scales giving her a goddess like look.

Spyro stared at her remembering those three words he heard eight months ago deep in the confines of the core. "Maybe I do have a new purpose." he thought as he stared at the beauty before his very eyes.

His gazed snapped back to look in front of him as Cynder's emerald eyes gazed at him. He was caught staring again.

Spyro looked around the sky pretending to be interested in something else, unknown to him that Cynder was still staring at him smiling to herself before looking forward to see the lights of Warfang on the horizon.

Fate has a very delicate sense of humor.