Chapter 11: Death of a Traitor
"G-g-g-gay?" Cynder's expression accurately expressed what she was feeling at the moment. Jaw hung loosely, wings sagged, tail stilled, and haunches firmly planted on the ground. The same could be said for Flame! Who stood tall and proud, tail wagging like a dog that had just greatly pleased it's owner.
Spyro's head sank, "I'm so sorry Cynder... But like I said... I 'will' forever love you." Then he walked around her towards Flame, giving the red dragon a long passionate kiss.
Cynder shook her head, then turned to face the newly formed couple, "This can't be possible! You-"
"Oh but it is Cynder." Interrupted Spyro, separated from Flame by mouth, but attached by flank, "I am with Flame now."
She broke into a cry, falling to her belly with front paws over her wet face, "No! This isn't happening! All this time I've waited for you Spyro! I've waited patiently, and you repay me with this?" The purple dragon took a step towards her, but was held back by Flame.
"Let go." He growled.
Flame held fast, "Don't, she'll attack you, trust me." Spyro trusted him.
Cynder's sobbing stopped, and she got up to brush herself off. Keeping a straight face, the dark purple dragoness snorted, "Well... We might as well go slay Terrador now."
Spyro gasped, "What? Why would we do that?"
She smirked, "Don't tell me you never found out! Really? Oh this is too good!" She laughed as Spyro looked at Flame confused.
"Terrador locked you up Cynder?" Asked Spyro in a surprisingly calm voice.
She stopped laughing, "Yeah. Thought you would've found that out by now."
"But... Why?"
A couple moments of silence passed before Cynder said, "You really 'are' stupid aren't you?" Spyro looked stunned, "Fine, I'll tell you. He didn't want you to take the throne, so he distracted you from your duty by making you chase after me."
Spyro's heart practically melted into his feet. As the realization sank in, Flame tried his best to comfort his friend, "Come now Spyro, it can't be all 'that' bad. I mean, it's not like he's family?"
The purple male's breast expanded as he tried to calm himself down with refreshing oxygen, "I have to talk to him." At that, the little hero launched himself into the air in the direction of Warfang. Flame looked at Cynder, and her at him.
"We're gonna have to work together whether you like me or not." Growled Flame, tail twitching anxiously.
Cynder nodded, "Agreed. But after this is over, you and I gotta have a talk." Both dark purple and red took after the purple, all three headed for the looming fortress in the distance.
Spyro got there first, of course, and made short work of the guards with his lightning breath. He didn't want to hurt them too bad, so he only used enough electricity to shock them senseless. Cynder and Flame landed soon after he had ran into the temple through the massive doors. She looked at Flame and gave him a short nod before darting off to follow the purple hero. Flame stayed outside, knowing full well that he was no where powerful enough to fight Terrador. When Cynder arrived in the throne room, Spyro and the large green monster were already locked in combat. She saw Spyro do a power-slide underneath Terrador's legs, and cringed when she saw him sink his teeth into the guardian's tail, "Spyro look out!"
Spyro looked up at her, not noticing the falling back-hand aimed directly at his fore-head until it was too late, "Oof!" His unconscious form was knocked through the air into a nearby wall, which connected with his skull at the resonating sound of CRACK!
"Your turn now Cynder." Growled the fat dragon, turning his entire body to face her. How odd, it was, to see a dragon standing on his hind-legs. His fist came down where Cynder used to be, and she used her tail to cut his wrist. The cut was deep, but not deep enough to slash any important arteries.
Suddenly Cynder heard Spyro's voice call out from behind her, "Don't kill him!"
She turned, "Why not?"
He lay next to the wall, feebly trying to stand, "He's still in there somewhere, just knock him out and I'll see what I can do!"
Cynder nodded her bird-like head before turning to face the huge beast. You couldn't really call him a dragon anymore, since his feet had mutated into these flat ugly pads, his fore-paws into mammal-like appendages, and his once grand horns into dangling mockeries of their former selves, "What happened to you Terrador?" She cried, backing up.
His voice sounded weak, unhealthy, "I learned the truth." He took a step forward, "The horrible, unavoidable truth." Another powerful heavy step vibrated the ground.
She blinked in disbelief, "What truth?"
He stopped walk-... waddling, and held his round belly as he released a couple rounds of evil laughter, "You and Spyro; both so blind!" Then returned to his normal menacing stance, "None of this is real!"
She shook her head slowly, "You've gone mad!"
A grin started halfway across his face, "No, it is you and the rest of this world that has gone mad. I've just woken up! This entire planet, it's surrounding sisters and brothers, none of it is real!" His arms flung around in an all-encompassing expression, "You, and your little friend here, will be the first of the world that I reveal this precious information to. And by the time it's finished processing through that tiny brain of yours, you'll be no different from me!"
"Cynder!" She turned just her head to look over at Spyro, "Don't let him speak!"
By the time she had turned her head back around, the dark purple female already had a blast of fear charging in her mouth, "I'll make you scared of your own voice!" And at that, she unleashed the blast at him, sending wave after wave of energy into his body. None of which seemed to take any effect.
"Muah ha ha ha ha!" His laugh was painful to the ears.
She face Spyro with an expression of lost hope, and so he was forced to sigh, "Goodbye Terrador." He whispered, closing his eyes. Cynder must've caught some kind of sign from him, because she smiled and spun around, "Rest in peace." Both dragon's mouths blew open in a brilliant display of purple and white! The green monster's eyes widened in fear as convexity tore a hole through his chest! No friction whatsoever came from the beam, so he didn't move from his spot. And once the energy was gone, all that was left was a shocked Terrador with a gaping hole in his belly. Blood spewed from it like a fountain of crimson water, and Cynder had to turn away as he fell to his knees.
"How... Guh- Why?..." The late Terrador's last words.
Both Spyro and Cynder didn't find it the least bit weird that convexity had not only sentenced him to eternal imprisonment, and neither did they care. Just as long as the secret of their worlds existence never left his dead lips. When they exited the place, they found Flame siting patiently on his haunches. Spyro immediately left Cynder's side to be near him, and she didn't feel anything, "I was so worried." Mused Flame as he rubbed his face against Spyro's.
"Me too."
"Eh-hem, Flame?" the red dragon's eyes flicked over to Cynder and he disconnected from Spyro to go closer to her.
"The talk..." Muttered Flame, lowering his gaze shamefully. He didn't see her nod. The two of them left Spyro alone on the temple steps, looking up at the stars. It was daytime, yet he could still see them. A sign perhaps? He heaved a heavy sigh before padding down the rest of the steps to the empty marketplace below. Once and a while a dragon would walk past, but other then that, it was completely vacant. The purple dragon followed his feet right up to a large rectangular shaped house with three windows in the front. Knocking on the door, he waited anxiously for it to open.
It did, "Spyro? Is he gone?"
"Yes, you're safe now."
Volteer and his entire newly created family, piled into the throne room after Terrador's body had been disposed of. His kids ran all over the place, experiencing new and exciting smells and tastes. One of which, was Cynder. They had never seen some one like her before, and so took to running in and out of her paws as well as sometimes climbing her limbs, "Grr... Spyro, could you please?"
He looked at her and laughed, "Nah, I think I'll let them have their fun for a bit longer."
She angrily stamped her foot, "Come on!" This only succeeded on making Spyro and Volteer laugh harder. Once the electric guardian was settled in, they left in search of Cyril.
"So, if you were Cyril, where would you hide?" Playfully questioned Spyro, flying alongside Cynder at the same pace as her.
Cynder, having long since calmed down, thought for a few seconds, then replied, "Somewhere cold."
Both dragons automatically swerved towards Dante's Freezer. Along the way, Spyro felt bad memories returning to haunt his sub-consciousness. Still images of frozen bodies. Dead grublins and apes lying together in piles of gore. It was horrifying. Across from him, Cynder was having troubling thoughts too, but they were of a different breed. She was burning about how long she had waited for him; for his purple scales to appear in front of the rusty metal bars of her cell to free her. When he finally appears, he's changed his mind about his sexuality. The anger swelled in her chest like an volcano ready to explode. Spyro looked at her, "We're almost there."
She released a tiny bit of tension in her next breath, then spoke, "I see that."
All eight paws crunched into the snow at once, then made off towards a nearby cave, "Do you think he'd hide in the main chamber?" Asked Spyro curiously.
Cynder snorted, "How should 'I' know?"
Spyro looked taken aback by her rude response, "What's wrong with 'you'?"
"You really want to know? Heart-breaker?" She turned her head towards him and stopped walking. Hate flowed from her words.
"Yes, is it because I love Flame?" He stopped and stood beside her, returning anger with anger. Not the best choice of action at the moment.
She growled, then barked, "You have no idea how painful it was! How torturous it was for me to wait in that horrible cage! You fucking selfish bastard!"
Spyro made a short lunge at her, and she flinched, "Shut your mouth! Do 'you' know how hard it was for me? Wondering whether my love had died!"
"Your love? How 'dare' you call me that!" Their argument was starting to create cracks in the think icy walls, "Thinking of you only made my imprisonment worse! I hate you!" The ceiling had had enough of their bickering. It came down upon them, one boulder of snow after another.
"Cynder!" Called Spyro, leaping to cover her with his wings.
End of Chapter 11: Death of a Traitor
Author's notes: I know this chapter took a long time to come out, but I've had some troubles at home that have impeded my typing. I'm hoping my troubles will go away soon, so that I can get going with this story again. I DO have another story ready to be posted, but I feel the need to finish this one first. Who knows, I might change my mind if I get enough reviews saying I should just go ahead and post it? So, it's up to you, the readers. If you want to see my latest story, review, and tell me so. I 'might' change my mind about not posting it until this story is done.