Chapter Two: Welcome
The morning sun burned it's way through Spyro's eye-lids, waking him from his peaceful slumber. He groaned, annoyed with the world, then rolled over onto his back. As his limbs hung limply in the air, the purple dragon looked around by pressing the top of his head flat against the ground. He marveled at how different the world looked from the upside-down position, "Uh, Spyro?" He lifted his head and looked down his exposed underbelly to a slightly red-faced Cynder.
"Yeah?" It didn't occur to him, that right now the black dragoness had a perfect view of the area between his hind legs.
She gulped before asking politely, "Could you p-please close your legs?"
"Huh?" Then; after a small pause as his brain registered what she said, and why; it dawned on him, "Oh!" He exclaimed rolling back onto his feet and standing up all embarrassed, "So sorry about that. I- I didn't realize I was- Well, you know."
Cynder giggled, "It's okay. We're both embarrassed." As she laughed and smiled, he felt faint. The combination of his overwhelming glee that came when she was happy, and the rush of warm blood to his scaly face, made his head feel a tad bit dizzy, "Are... Are you okay?"
He blinked, "Uh- Yeah. I'm... I'm fine. We should probably get going before the sun's too high for flying."
She nodded, glad for the change of subject, "So, which direction will it be, mister compass?" She said this in a teasing tone that made Spyro smirk.
"Hmm... I'd say," He looked around, nose to the air, "That way." Spyro pointed north. He was right, and lucky. They both took to the air and flew as fast as they could. Trees whizzed by underneath, and clouds parted under the power of their strong wings.
"There it is!" Cried Cynder, motioning towards the beautiful and proud city of Warfang, "Spyro! Let's land at the front gates and surprise everyone!"
Spyro laughed, "Whatever you say!" They both glided smoothly downwards on the intent of giving everyone a light heart attack. At least, they hoped. But their hopes were immediately, and completely destroyed as a loud horn blew and hundreds of multi-colored dragon poured out of the city gates. Spyro looked on in awe as the entire city gathered to meet their saviors.
"Looks like they were expecting us." Stated Cynder quite obviously. She sounded disappointed, and Spyro couldn't blame her. She made it her hobby as the terror of the skies, to scare or surprise people for sport. He bet that she only wanted to feel that thrill one last time.
Spyro looked at her with a concerned expression, "Don't worry my love, You'll get another chance."
She suddenly perked up, looking at him with wild eyes and a smile that would put the T-Rex to shame, "You just said 'my love'!"
"Yeah, so? You 'are' my love right?" He grinned nervously, wondering if he should have opened his mouth at all.
"The one and only." She blew a kiss and dived faster.
They didn't speak another word to each other until they landed, but Spyro could almost swear he heard her thoughts. And they were about him.
As the crowd started to amass around the two, Spyro found himself being separated from the love of his life! The black dragonesses wonderfully curved body disappeared from view, and he started feeling nauseous. Like he said before, Spyro couldn't live without her. Every moment she was out of his sight, was like another second in a pit of lava! "Spyro!" Called her beautifully serene voice, "Spyro! I'm over here!"
His mind racked, and his eyes flicked, as he scanned the crowd for her black scales, "Cynder! Wave a a wing or something! I can't see you!" Spyro urgently wanted to yell as loud as he could, but he was afraid of hurting the cheering crowd's ears.
"Spyro!" Her pinkish paw suddenly grappled his left fore-leg, and yanked him through a mass of brilliant colors. He wound up stumbling into a small clearing in the crowd. In the center of this clearing, was Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer. Both Cyril and Volteer looked absolutely ecstatic! But Terrador, he had a somewhat disappointed look on his massive green face. To Spyro, it stuck out like a sore thumb.
"You can't even begin to believe how good it is to see you both alive and well!" Cried Cyril, looking like he was going to explode from sheer happiness.
"Yes, I agree completely." Nodded Volteer.
Terrador grunted, "Get inside the temple, we have something to tell you." He was a total buzz-kill. Spyro was just starting to feel accepted, and that large green oaf had to go and ruin his good mood. The purple dragon could see it on Cynder's face too. She was probably thinking of something he didn't want to even imagine right now. After all, Terry was 'still' his friend.
It took some time, considering the amount of dragons in their way, but Spyro and Cynder followed the guardians all the way to the grand temple's front steps, "After you." Smiled Spyro, stepping out of the way so Cynder could enter the temple first.
She giggled, "Oh Spyro, you're such a gentleman."
The two cheerful guardians gave each other looks of approval, and kept walking. With out warning, Cyril turned his head around and asked them, "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, how long have you two been... You know...?"
Spyro and Cynder looked confused, "Been what?"
"Attracted... To one another."
Cynder laughed and Spyro just chuckled. He spoke first, but was cut short halfway by his new-found girlfriend, "We're not-"
"Since I met him." Her voice was louder then his, and so, was heard instead of his. Spyro almost fainted, she had loved him this whole time! Cyril nodded, and Cynder continued, "It was actually just last night that we confessed our love for one-another." She then turned to look into Spyro's caring eyes and smile her wonderful smile. If she was gonna keep doing this, she'd better warn him first. Spyro didn't care much for feeling dizzy every five seconds.
"Congratulations!" Cyril laughed, "I always knew you two fit together perfectly!" He then returned his attention to the hall in front of him.
Terrador grumbled after hearing the mushy talk going on behind him. Right now, he was in too much of a sour mood to care for- "That's it!" He thought evilly, "That's how I'll distract Spyro, and take his place as head-guardian!" He snickered to himself as quietly as possible, while devising the most devious plan he has probably ever made, "But how to get Cynder to cooperate?"
Spyro had all the time he needed to think about his relationship with Cynder, since the walk to the the throne room, was a long one. She told him in the world's core that she loved him, but he thought she didn't really mean it. Maybe, by chance, it was only something instigated by the thought of dying? But he was corrected last night. She really 'did' love him. Spyro never felt happier then he did around Cynder. He had to admit, at first sight he had his doubts, but she turned out to be the one dragoness he would willingly spend the entirety of his life with. She was looking at him right now, and him at her. She was so beautiful... Like the night sky with hints of a pink sunset. He loved her, he was obsessed with her, he was 'addicted' to her. He was snapped out of his trance by her song-like voice, "Spyro, are you okay?"
He smiled warmly, "Yeah, why?"
"Your eyes glazed over for a second there." She giggled, "Something got you in a trance?"
What he wanted to say was, "Yeah, you." But, for some odd reason, his body felt differently, "It's... Nothing. I'm fine." Her look of disappointment hurt him, making him kick himself mentally. There was still a chance to redeem himself though, "Of course," She turned back to him, "There's the possibility of it being your hypnotic eyes." He felt all fuzzy inside as her expression turned into one of happiness.
"Really? My eyes! Why thank you Spyro!" She blushed and tried to cover it with a wing.
Seeing her blush actually made him blush. Of course, he didn't care if he did. His feelings were obvious, and he wanted them to be so she could see how he felt about her, "Cynder... Would it be possible if..."
Cynder took the wing from her face, and leaned her head closer to him hopefully, "If?" She had a hint of eagerness in her voice, like she was expecting this moment.
Spyro started to get nervous, "If... We could share a bedroom tonight?"
It was then that Cynder cracked probably the longest grin he had ever laid eyes on, "Of course." She said this seductively, and he couldn't help but feel tingly because of it.
Terrador was the first to enter the throne room, and when he did, a great weight seemed to be lifted off of his back. He had a plan, and it was a possible one. 'If', everything went smoothly. That weight, might've also been the fact that in here, the ceiling is almost three times the height it usually is, "Okay, now down to business. As we speak, Warfang's finest chefs are preparing the meal of a life-time! So while they do this, we'll get you two settled in. Cyril, would you be kind enough to tell our young friend here where he'll be sleeping?"
Cyril bowed respectfully and turned to Spyro, "I had the royal maids clean out two separate rooms for-"
"Actually, we'd rather share a room. If it's all the same to you, of course." Interrupted Cynder, winking at Spyro.
The guardians all chuckled, "Of course milady." Said Cyril with a smile, "If that be the case, then you two shall share Cynder's room. It is outfitted to suit boy or girl, whereas Spyro's is only fit for a male. Cynder, your room is in the female section of the temple. Third floor, room thirty."
"Does it have a view?" Asked the dark purple dragoness curiously.
"Will that matter?" Teased Volteer. Cyril hit him lightly and called him a pervert, making Spyro and Cynder giggle nervously.
Terrador motioned to the door while heading towards it, "I must leave now; other matters to attend to. I will see you all during dinner." The other dragons bowed to him respectfully.
When he was completely gone, Spyro turned to Cyril and asked, "Why's he so grumpy?"
"Oh, you noticed that?" Chuckled Volteer, "Should we tell him?"
The ice dragon shook his head, "No, wait until the feast."
Spyro looked from one guardian to the other, and shouted, "Hey! I'm right here you know."
"Sorry Spyro, I'm afraid you'll have to wait till the dinner before we can tell you the good news." Cyril, and Volteer left Spyro and Cynder to do what they want to. All alone in the tall throne room, the two dragons just marveled at the sight around them.
"Now what?" Wondered Cynder calmly. She brushed up against Spyro as she walked towards the door, and stopped in her tracks, eyes wide open in surprise, "Oh!..." They both blushed deeply, looking at each other, "Sorry I-... Wow..."
"What?"
"You scales are so... They remind me of that smooth material marble. Extremely hard, yet so smooth and soft."
She looked like she was going to just fall asleep standing there, but Spyro stopped her blissful daydream by saying, "We should go check out the room."
"Yeah, I guess we should." Cynder practically purred as she brushed up against him again. Spyro saw how she reacted to touching him, and pulled her close with his wing draped over her back. She almost fainted from the glee, "Oh Spyro..." She muttered, "You- Thank you." Their tails entwined with one-another, and disappeared through the door. After the door shut, everything went completely silent in the huge room. Everything except a tiny mouse that scooted across the floor. And a little golden bug's wings, as it hovered in the open window.
End of Chapter Two: Welcome