Chapter Three: Making Themselves at Home
"This room is amazing!" Exclaimed Cynder, dashing quickly from one place to the next.
Spyro chuckled, "Cynder, I know you're excited, but could you please settle down? I'm trying to think."
She stopped in front of him and smiled, "Okay Spyro. Just tell me one thing."
"And what's that?" Spyro lifted an eye ridge.
"When is dinner?" Her stomach growled, and she showed her pearly white teeth in a hungry smile.
The purple dragon shuddered at the thought of those razor sharp teeth biting into him, or anything else for that matter. He felt kinda sorry for her past victims, then remembered why she was smiling like that right now, "See that tower out the window?"
She waked over to the window and peered out. For a few seconds, she scanned the beautiful scenery, then saw the tower and nodded, "Yeah, what about it?"
"That tower houses a massive bell, about forty times your size. When it rings three times, everyone meets in the mess hall for dinner." Spyro meandered over to the bed and pressed one paw down into it. Bouncy.
Cynder walked over to the door and stopped, "Mind if I take a look around the temple? It's been so long since I've been here last and I want to refresh my memory." She waited for Spyro's well thought out nod, before exiting into the hallway. The purple dragon was too distracted by the comfy bed, to notice something small and golden float into the room. He was right in the middle of laying his tail comfortably on the velvet black sheets, when an odd-looking bug buzzed in his ear. He moved to swat it away, but stopped halfway when he saw who's face was on that bug.
"Woah! Hey Spyro! If I had known you were going to act all hostile to your best friend-" He was stopped mid-sentence by a tight wing-hug from the returned hero, "Annnnd... You just hugged me. Yup, that was a hug." He looked and sounded sarcastic.
"Great to see you again Sparx!"
"Well, you know me. I just don't seem to die."
Spyro chuckled, "So, what have you been doing this whole time?"
"I dunno, what 'does' a lonely dragonfly do for three years?" He smirked.
The purple dragon's mouth practically hit the floor, "Th-th-three... Years?"
"Yeah! You and Cynder were gone for about three long... Boring... Lonely... Years..." His wings buzzed slower with each word.
Spyro's mind raced. He thought of all the amazing things that could've happened in three years! Maybe there was something that made Terrador mad? Then Spyro's mind traveled over to the subject named Terrador. He seemed a little bit disappointed when they arrived. Maybe he wasn't expecting them or something? No matter, it shouldn't be given too much thought, he 'is' a guardian anyway. And guardians are always on the good side. Right? "Sparx, anything new happen here while we were away?"
The little yellow dragonfly put hand to chin, and thought really hard, "Uh, yeah... I think a fan-club was started for you... Some old dragon died... And Warfang now has a war room just in case. Oh! And a prepared military in the event of another evil assault."
"So, in other words."
"Not much." Sparx put his hands on his hips and half-smiled, "Oh! I heard you and Cynder are finally together!"
Spyro lit up, "Yeah! Isn't it great!"
"No, not really." The dragon's expression turned to one of anger, "Sorry buddy, it's just, I don't really approve of my best friend becoming the boy friend of one of the most powerful beings on this planet. Not to mention, a once 'evil' powerful being."
Spyro shook his head, "She's not evil anymore Sparx. I saved her. And I love her. More than anything else in the world."
Sparx nodded slowly, "See, that's what I'm afraid of. That girl has a strong grip on your heart; all she needs to do now, is squeeze." The yellow insect slowly buzzed out the window, leaving Spyro to think about his friend's words. In a way, he was right. Cynder 'did' have total control over him! All she would have to do, is lift a claw, and he'd probably do whatever she said. The only thing he had, reassuring him that she loved him just as much, was her word. As much as he trusted her, could he really go on only her voiced promise? He definitely needed more evidence before he could clearly say that she loved him as much as he did her.
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
That was the dinner bell! Spyro pounced off the bed and landed on his feet, which immediately took off at ramming speed. He was hungry; like, I'm going to swallow a horse whole; hungry. When he descended the stairs, it was more like flight then running. He used a combination of wings, and hind legs, to practically float all the way down. Cynder met him at the very bottom, her tail wagging happily when she saw his purple face come around the corner of the winding staircase, "Just in time!" She chirped, licking his face.
"In time for what?" He blushed at the feeling of her wet sloppy tongue on his cheek.
Cynder giggled, "No one's in the mess hall right now. We can reach our seats quite easily."
"Oh, that's good." Agreed Spyro, walking at her side. That little statement Sparx had made before leaving tugged at the back of his mind. Since no one was around, he decided to talk to Cynder about it, "Cyn?"
She smiled and turned her head to look at him, "Yeah?" She apparently liked being called by her pet name, because as soon as she heard it, her tail started wagging again. This was actually quite unusual, since dragons don't usually wag their tails when they're happy. More like, thrum, or purr.
Spyro glanced at her tail, "Can I talk to you about something really personal?"
"Anything. Remember, lovers shouldn't hide things from one another." She put on an understanding look, and tried to make it seem more like she was listening.
Spyro smiled, "I'm not sure... If you really love me as much as I love you."
For some reason, this made her laugh, "Spyro! If you need proof, just wait till tonight! I've got something 'very' special planned for the two of us." She said the last part with a hint of naughtiness. Almost as if she were playing with the words on her tongue as she spoke. Spyro immediately got all uncomfortable. It's one thing to fantasize about mating, it was another to know that you're going to.
He entwined his tail with hers for support, "I will try to make it the best night of your life."
She smiled seductively, planting a quick kiss on his lips, "Silly; that's 'my' job." She winked and broke from him to sit in her assigned spot. Spyro was floating on cloud nine all the way to his cushion at the front of the table.
"Spyro! Cynder! You two got here quick!" Exclaimed Cyril as he entered the room.
Volteer followed right behind, "Must be the empty stomach that comes from not eating for three whole years."
Cynder's eyes went wide, but Spyro only smirked while nodding, "Yeah, we're pretty hungry all right."
She leaned over to him and whispered, "Were we really gone for three years?"
"Yup" He whispered back. She just retracted to her normal siting position and went quite. Obviously deep in thought, she payed no mind to the massive plates of food placed in front of her by moles. Spyro, on the other hand, gobbled up the food in front of him like it wasn't even there. Boiled chicken, rice with three kinds of soy sauce, freshly picked celery, roasted lamb, five different kinds of soup all in separate bowels, a huge ceaser salad, and two barrels of wine to wash it all down. Eventually, Cynder ate, but not even close to as much as her male counter-part.
In the kitchen, the mole chefs all gossiped about how quickly Spyro was devouring their meals. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. The good part, was that it meant that they were doing a good job. The bad part, was that if he kept up all that eating, they might not have any food for the rest of the temple residents. After a good thirty minutes of solely feeding Spyro, the head chef decided to do something about it. He walked out into the mess hall and approached Spyro, "Sir?"
The dragon stopped munching on a sheep, and looked down at he smallish creature beside him, "Yes?"
"We appreciate your enthusiasm. It shows us that our work is enjoyed by the hero of all dragons, and that is a great honor indeed-"
"Can you cut to the point? My sheep's getting cold and you're talking like an old dragon." Interrupted Spyro impatiently. He ignored the bad looks from the guardians.
The mole nodded, "Sorry. Point is, we need you to either stop eating, or at least slow down. There are about three hundred dragons who have also taken residence in this temple, and they need to eat too. If you devour everything, then they will go hungry."
Spyro blushed, placing the slab of lamb back onto his plate, "Oh, heh heh, sorry. I was being a bit selfish wasn't I."
The head chef chuckled, "You were eating like you intended on starving the world." They both laughed, and the mole waddled away, satisfied with Spyro's answer. The purple male gave a loud belch, and sat back on his haunches. He decided to take this break, as spy-on-Cynder time. The male dragon instincts inside of him were tugging at the chains he had put them in as a child. They wanted release, and so did Spyro.
Cynder was just finishing a grublin arm, when she noticed Spyro staring at her. She put the arm all the way into her mouth, tongue wrapping around it, pulling it in even deeper. Cynder smiled mischievously as she saw Spyro tense up. Boy would she give him something to tense up about tonight!
Just then, a loud noise emitted from the entrance, getting louder by the second. That must be the rest of the temple coming to eat. Spyro braced himself, expecting many a dragon to come up and ask him questions like they did in front of the city. To his astonishment, none did! Hell, they didn't even look like they recognized him! Then again, most of them 'were' really young. It's probable that they never even heard of Spyro and Malefor before. He caught a male about two years younger then himself giving Cynder looks, and growled at him to let him know that she was taken. He took the hint and stopped giving her attention.
Terrador made an entrance, and stood behind Spyro, "Everyone! Everyone please be seated, and listen up!" They all went quiet, "Tonight is a very special night. Why? Because tonight we declare the new head guardian!" All of the youngsters cheered, and Spyro smiled, "I have spoke with the chronicler, and he has declared that the dragon that must take the place of our old friend Ignitus, is," He took a deep breath, and Spyro could almost 'feel' the resentment in his voice when he said the next word, "Spyro!"
The whole room erupted in cheer as dragons young and old all roared their approval. Spyro himself sat there dumbfounded. He didn't expect this, and so wasn't ready for it. All of the dragons in the room started chanting his name, and he didn't know what to do. Then Cynder leaned over to him and whispered, "Stand up." So he did. They all cheered even louder. Terrador winced, and the other guardians noticed.
Cyril came to the old green's side and patted him on the back with his wing, "You okay Terry?"
"Yeah, yup. Just, a little woozy from all this excitement. That's all. Woozy." He sat down beside Cyril and Volteer, keeping a jealous eye on Spyro as he was cheered by the crowd, "Enjoy it while it lasts you little cheater." Muttered Terrador quietly as to not raise suspicion from his comrades.
Just outside the temple, a band of grublins gathered. What they waited for, no one would know until it was too late. Some one had given them a map, showing when and where the guard would be, and at what times. The leader grunted a signal to the others, and started climbing the wall using his sharp piercing claws as hooks with which to climb.
"You heard him," Whispered a grublin in the lower ranks, "Get moving. It's time." The mass of about thirty ugly monsters all started moving about. The leader looked down and smiled. Today, they would avenge his former master. Today would be the worst day of Spyro's life.
End Chapter Three: Making Themselves at Home
Author's Notes: I noticed something... I'm not getting many reviews. Could some one please tell me if this story is worth continuing?