Hi peoples! sorry its been so long. I was overcome by boredom, writer's block, more boredom, and then waiting for Ryft to get off his furry butt and do some proofreading. Sorry this chapter's so short. It doesn't really fit with how long I've been out, does it? Anyway, it was the best I could come up with, so shut up and read the story. Just kidding. But not about the reading part. Read. Now.
"Spyro…"
I grumbled in response, rolling over on to my side. Wow, I was still sore. Maybe trying to play with Cynder was the wrong thing to do.
"Where are you, you purple oaf?"
"One more minute, Sparx." I grumbled in exasperation.
"What?"
My head shot up. It was still dark. Turning to the side, I saw Cynder was staring at me strangely. Wondering, once again, what was going on in her mind, I quickly came up with a lie, which, really, wasn't a lie as much as telling half the truth.
"Umm… nothing, just a dream," I said, "I must miss that little guy."
Cynder grunted, rolling her eyes.
"Well, I'm not missing his incessant comments one bit."
"Come on Cynder, don't be so harsh. He's helped us a lot."
"No, he's helped you. If you weren't here, I would be ignored, forgotten."
Well, crap. This was the opposite of what I wanted to happen.
"It's not that. He just doesn't trust you." Wince. Once again, the words came out wrong.
"Well, what will it take to get him to trust me? And why do I need his trust anyway? I think I've proven myself enough," Cynder's head turned away, sticking up with a presumptuous air.
"Never mind. Let's get some rest." I said nuzzling her neck and laying my head back down on my paws.
Cynder huffed angrily, but complied, laying her head down and facing the opposite way from me. It seems to me that she even scooted away a little. I was surprised by how close she had laid to me when she finally had gone to sleep. I remember hearing her take off and fly out, for I also had trouble with sleeping. It had been hard for me not to get up and follow her. By force of habit, I wanted to follow her. Those collars had had a large impact on our lives. We had learned to stay near each other, to move as one. I guess she had an easier time adjusting than I did. Or maybe I just didn't want to change. Maybe I wanted to stay near her, all the time. Ever since I had seen her, truly seen her, as she is, not as she was, I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to always be safe, to always be happy. And I always wanted to be with her.
I don't remember her returning; I had finally fell asleep, dreaming of Cynder and I flying together endlessly in the ocean that is the sky. And it was during that dream that I had heard more voices. At first, it was hard to understand; the flow of information was incredible. After awhile, I began to pick out random sentences. They were all disjointed, and they all mentioned me.
"Spyro, where are you?"
"Spyro saved us all."
"Spyro is alive. He has to be."
"You will lose them all."
The last voice was strange. It had a strange timbre to it. It sent chills down my spine. I didn't want to hear it, so I focused on the other voices, trying to pick out individual sentences, as well as identify the speaker.
"Any luck on finding Spyro?" Sparx.
"If Spyro doesn't want to be found, he won't be." Hunter.
"How could Spyro have survived?" Volteer.
"Spyro's crafty; if any one were to survive, it would be he." Cyril
"Hmm. The Void. What else have you been up to, Spyro?" Ignitus. I was confused. Ignitus died, didn't he? He sacrificed himself to save me…
"And look where you are now. Hiding in a cave, thinking your existence actually matters. Ignitus was a fool to protect you."
Again, the voice spoke to me. It was disconcerting. It was wrong. It scared me.
I had awoken then, my body seizing up a little, not enough to awaken Cynder. I didn't move my head in fear of awakening the dragoness. My heart racing, I had laid there, waiting for my racing heart to slow, and my jumbled thoughts to calm, before I finally slipped back into a mercifully dreamless sleep. It was afterwards I had awoken to Sparx's question, although how far away we were, I knew not. All of this went through my mind as I lay there, trying to get to sleep for a third time. Cynder's slow, measured breathing beside me helped somewhat, but there was still a nagging at the edge of my mind, a feeling that something is not as it should be. My thoughts drifted back to the last time I had seen all my friends. I was scared to leave, not knowing if I'd ever see them again; scared that they might not ever see me again. But I had braved the unknown, with Cynder by my side.
"She will die, and it will be by your doing."
I tried to shake my head, to tell the voice I would never, but exhaustion prevailed, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep. Before I fully crossed into the realm of slumber, another voice entered my mind.
"Whether Spyro's with us or not, we leave for Warfang in two days." The last thing to enter my mind was that Terrador must really want to see the damage to the city. Then I slept.
When I awoke, I saw that Cynder was up and walking around, stretching her muscles. I got her attention by walking next to her. I stared into her eyes, and I wondered what she saw in mine that made her look worried. Then I spoke.
"We need to go back."
Soooo yeah. Thats all I have right now. But don't worry. I promise the next chapter will be more up to the norm. So as always, I thank you Ryft, even though it took you forever, as well as my other Beta Reader, Valentine McDaniel. I thank you both. Now Review if you wish. Flame if you want. This is where I leave you._
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