Chapter five- Warning
Aside from the passionate moment out in the garden, it was less romantic in Spyro's room. Cynder was bawling her eyes out over Spyro's shoulder as he clung to her in an embrace. A river of tears ran down Spyro's back and front as Cynder cried, digging her claws into Spyro to vent emotion, causing a crimson red stream of blood to fall down Spyro's right arm. He felt the pain, for sure, but paid no attention to it, for he was too busy taking care of Cynder's pain to care for his own. Minutes flew by until Cynder started to calm down, she lifted her red, teary eyes from Spyro's shoulder, sniffled some mucous on the verge of falling, and put her head down in despair. Spyro noticed this and rubbed her head with his paw, pulling her closer with his wings. A small smile crept onto Cynder's face as he did this, and she rubbed her head against his, tears still coming down her face. A Spyro, using his muzzle, lifted her head to look at his in the eyes. He used the blunt, outward-curved side of his claw to wipe a tear away slowly, trying not to hurt her eye. he then put his paw on the side of her head, her paw going over his to make sure it doesn't leave. Cynder was just about to cry again until Spyro shushed her.
"Iit's going to be alright Cynder. I'm right here." Cynder licked his cheek and responded.
"Can you promise me that it will always be alright?" Spyro thought for a moment.
"As long as we are together Cynder, their is always hope." Cynder smiled again hearing this knowing slowly, but surely, he's making her feel better.
"Are you ok now?" Spyro asked her lovingly. She nodded yes.
"Ok. Now can you explain to me what happened? Why you reacted to Myrick the way you did?" Cynder's smile faded away.
Why would he ask that? Cynder thought to herself.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, trying not to sound rude.
"Cynder, you know why I'm asking. I want to help you... I would like nothing better than to help you... but I need to know how to, and why you came to be like this." Spyro had a point. How is he supposed to help if he doesn't know the whole story? Cynder hesitated, then spoke.
"Alright... I'll tell you." She ended the embrace and walked over to the window at the opposite side of the room. Spyro cocked his head in question, wondering why she did this. He slowly lifted a paw to follow her.
"It began with my capture, the night the temple was raided. I was brought to Malefor's fortress and was set up as a presentation. Like a slave at a trade waiting to be bought. At first, Malefor had no thought of using me. He ordered for my death... but... another dragon, much younger than Malefor but decades older than I, walked out of the shadows to confront Malefor. In whispers they reasoned, and Malefor then decided to spare my life... but at a cost." She started crying again. Spyro walked up to her and sat next to her. Scooting up to her, he wiped her tears away, and motioned for her to continue.
"I was brought down to the dungeons. I was tortured... brutally... mercilessly tortured. They would whip me when I did wrong, sometimes for no reason at all. I saw so many things... so many creatures die down there due to endless beatings... blood stained the walls. We were kept in cells for twenty-one hours of the day, beaten the other three. It was a life worse than death. I remember wishing that I had died that day. I didn't care how, I didn't care how long it took... it would have been better than my days in the dungeon.
" I was down there for three years. During those three years, I had been broken... I had been a monster of my own will and a slave to my own thoughts. Malefor then saw it time to test my abilities." Spyro was horrified at what he was hearing. All the things that, he didn't even know about her... the graphic details of her past life. After a deep, troubled labored breath, Cynder continued.
" I was put to numerous tests, to prove that I am worthy of being there. I had killed hundred of soldiers and creatures in those tests... and every one of them made me angrier, and angrier. Malefor, impressed by my results, made me a soldier, but Myrick had something else in mind. He... not Malefor plauged my mind. He made me into a monster, and with that earned Malefor's divine trust. He then used me to wage wars, to kill millions of innocent people, to show that I was the most fearsome creature in the world... the terror of the skies..." Cynder cried again after this... even telling this story agonized her so much that she could not hold in her emotions. Spyro pulled her close to embrace her, another stream of tears running down his back and arm, mixing with the now dried blood she had caused. Spyro himself, was close to tears. He could not even fathom the unrealistic past that was his mate... what she went through to get to here.
" You don't need to say anymore Cynder... you can stop now." Cynder cried silently, embarrassed that she did so much.
" Aside from you, my past is the only thing I have Spyro. Please... please... don't ever leave me!" She cried even harder as she said this, hugging him tighter. A tear fell from Spyro's eye at last.
"Never Cynder. I will always be here."
" Aw, such a touching moment." Spyro and Cynder both looked up at the voice. It came out of nowhere.
"Hello? Who are you? Show yourself! You cannot hide in shadow!" Spyro yelled.
"I... AM... shadow. It is you who cannot hide from me." Cynder gasped as she shook with fear.
"It's him. It's Myrick!"
"Ahhh, Cynder... my most favorite creation. It is good that you still remember me, after all these years."
" You have no right to speak to her demon-spawn!" Spyro yelled, flexing offensively.
"Hahahahah, puny dragon. You forget your place." Spyro growled as Myrick's voice echoed through the room.
"I know my place! What is your? To torture innocent children?" Spyro roared at the voice. All Myrick did to this was laugh.
"You have no idea what I am capable of young dragon. You know not of your mates past as well as I do… and even more than she." Cynder took a step back as Spyro gave her a quizzical look.
"What are you talking about?" Cynder asked, tears welling up her eyes.
"Your life before you came to us. The time that you spent as a child, not knowing who your true father and mother are. Not knowing who YOU are."
"You have no right to say these things to her!"
"Oh I don't! I made her to what she is today! She would never have even met you if I didn't do what I did. You should be thanking me."
"Thank you!?" Spyro yelled.
"You're welcome pest! Hahaha." Myrick said ignorantly. Spyro growled at him, showing his white, curved teeth. Cynder cowered behind him with extreme fear.
"Heed my warning dragon. This is a war, you will not win. And when your time comes, and your blood is slowly draining out, I will be there to watch the last of your soul dry up, along with your life."
"I'll be waiting for you, demon." Spyro spat at him. Myrick's voice then faded out as he laughed. Spyro then slowly turned to Cynder.
"How did he know where we were?" Spyro asked fearfully.
"He has always known! We were never safe from him." Cynder cried uncontrollably again.
"Cynder! Please calm down and listen to me."
"There is no hope Spyro! He's too strong… even for you." Spyro stared at her confused.
"But, if we are together…" Spyro started, but was then cut off by Cynder.
"It won't be enough! He's too strong. He knows everything you do." Spyro got even more confused.
"What?" He asked.
"He knows everything. He knows every power you know, even your fury attack. No, he's not a purple dragon, but he has invested thousands of years perfecting every element. He knows your elements, and mine. This is why everyone fears him, even Malefor did." Spyro was awestruck.
He can't be THAT powerful….. could he? Spyro thought to himself.
"Then how do we defeat him?" Spyro asked coming closer to Cynder.
"We can't. It's impossible…. unless…" Spyro got closer to her.
"Yes?"
"There is one element, that he hasn't gotten yet, but…. I don't know what it is."
"Time." Spyro and Cynder both shot back to the door to see Ignitus sitting there.
"What did you say Ignitus?" Spyro asked.
"Long ago, there was a dragon who had actually controlled time. He could travel everywhere in time, past, present, or future." Spyro and Cynder exchanged looks of astonishment.
"No dragon has ever been able to master it now. It's virtually impossible to master such a force. But we could learn it."
"But how ignites? Where can we learn this element." Spyro started walking towards him in awe.
"I'm not sure… it's been millennia since we forgot the element. The only one who could tell us, is the dragon himself… but he is long gone. Dead maybe."
"Who? Who is it Ignitus?" Cynder asked standing up.
"His name is Leoric." He turned to face Spyro.
"Young dragon, he is your father."
