Time for the next chapter of the story. Hope you enjoy it!
Cyclone found herself in a bright field, a large tree in one corner. The sky was clear, and it was a warm day. The grass was damp with the morning dew and felt good under her paws. She walked over to the tree and sat down against it, sighing. She couldn't remember how she got here, or where she was. However, the field did seem strangely familiar.
There was a shuffling sound from behind her, and the soft thud of paws on the ground. She looked around the tree to see Spyro walking towards it. He looked worried, and Cyclone wondered what was wrong. She got up and ran towards him, her face shining. She reached him and nuzzled his neck affectionately. Spyro pulled away, and looked into her eyes, a hint of sadness in his own.
"Cyclone, what happened?"
Cyclone was curious as to what he meant. "What do you mean?"
Spyro sighed. "You know what I mean... What happened earlier... I saw everything..."
Cyclone lowered her head, saddened by what he had said. "I'm... sorry. I- I didn't know what I was doing. I just... I just missed you..."
Spyro leaned over to her. "It's okay. I know how you feel. I know how you feel... about me... I might be gone from your life, but I'm still here. The ancestors have been good to us. You might not realise it, but they have..."
Cyclone sniffed, and glared up at him. "How can you say that they've been good to us? You're dead, and I'm alone... That's not what I think of when I think of being good."
Spyro smiled slightly. "Lucien's there for you now. You've never been truly alone and you never will. He's there for you. Our destinies were not meant to join. Perhaps it was meant to be this way. All you need to know is that I'll always care about you. Just live life how it comes... I don't want to spend my time watching you be depressed."
Cyclone smiled. "I'll try..."
Spyro nuzzled her briefly. "Good. But for the moment I must go." He walked past her, running the tip of his tail along her body lightly.
Cyclone shivered at the contact, and turned around to talk. "Spyro, I-"
Spyro was gone. All that was in front of her was the field. Now it seemed endless, and she now had a clearer understanding of where she was. She sat down and rubbed her head with a forepaw.
Cyclone woke up, still wrapped in Lucien's wing. She looked over to see the sleeping dragon next to her, smiling. She wondered what he was dreaming about, but her thoughts quickly turned to her own dream. She slowly unwrapped the wing from around her as to not wake the dragon. She got up slowly and stood on the floor, looking into the mirror. She studied her form for a moment, and looked at the ceiling.
"Don't worry, Spyro. I'll do it." She sighed. She heard the ruffling of sheets from behind her as Lucien began to stir. She turned around and smiled at the waking dragon. Lucien craned his neck and squinted to see Cyclone standing beside the bed.
"W- what's the matter? Is this about earlier?" Lucien got up from the bed and walked over to her. Cyclone smiled at him.
"No, I just had a dream. It was about Spyro..."
Lucien wrapped a wing around her. "It's all right, I know how you feel."
Cyclone leaned into him slightly. "No, I feel good now. He told me that he wanted me to live a normal life. I guess it's my duty to do so."
Lucien smiled down at her. "Well, I'm glad your mind's at rest now. Now, how about we actually get some sleep?" He chuckled lightly.
Cylone smiled at him, and laughed for a moment. "Yeah, lets..."
The two dragons climbed onto the bed again and lay down, Lucien's wing wrapped around Cyclone again. He nuzzled her neck, and slowly drifted into sleep, shortly followed by Cyclone.
Well, that was a short chapter, but I knew it would be. I didn't have anything longer planned for the chapter. I promise the next chapters will be longer. I might as well say that the story was influenced slightly by the song All Roads Lead Home by Golden State.
Anyways, 'til next time
The Silent Stranger,
Souls of Fury
Random Quote: "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."