A/N: So I decided to start this small concept here where I have Cynder 'write' stories and 'recreate' some of the ancient tales of the dragon realm. The concept goes hand in hand with a little Spyro project I'm working on in Deviantart. To check it out go to my DA page!

But anyways, this is a recreation of one of the ancient stories of the realm. In the project I'm working on, Cynder had been given the task to recopilate history and to do some mapping of the world as well. I've always seen Cynder and the writing type, so here is one of the tales that has always been told orally, but written by Cynder's words.

"The Tale of the Dragon and the Moon" as told by Cynder-

There once was a dragon bard of fair silver scales. He was beautiful dragon, with a glittering pelt and a smile so bright it could challenge the sun itself. He travelled the world, going here and there. His song voice was like that of a nymph's; it could captivate the most wicked and coldest of souls, as well as those of the fairest and noblest of hearts. The dragon bard had many admirers all throughout the dragon realm, but in reality he loved only two things.

His love was for his harp, and the celestial moon. All his songs spoke of the nightly sky, and how this godly satellite would rotate about the world in a strange, yet beautiful dance. The bard was jealous of the dragon realm; having the fortune of keeping the moon with him at all times, while those of the world could only see her at night. His fair and beautiful songs were always shrouded with melancholy, and a deep sorrow towards the moon.

"But I cannot give up like this," the dragon said to himself each night. "I will fly, and reach the moon!" And so one day, the dragon left both his bard life behind, and began to fly aimlessly towards the darkened heavens. For many days the dragon flew -every day going higher- praying to see the moon, and to be able to touch her powder-white cheeks. After fifty-two long days the moon herself finally heard his pleads.

"Why do you fly, small silver dragon? Why is it that you wish to come to me?" asked the moon in gentle and wise voice.

"I love you, my dear moon. I love you, and I would give everything away just for you," the dragon responded.

"Beware of what you wish for," the moon responded. "For you never know what you're desires will be in the future."

"Since the day I was born, I have always loved you. I have sought for you each day and night, and all my songs have been made in your name," the dragon bard replied in a tone of desperation. He would not lose the moon, having her beautiful and ever glorious visage so close to him. "I wish to live with you, and love you for all of eternity. Would you not, my ever gentle moon, be as merciful as to accept my request?"

"Oh dearest of mine," the moon spoke in a kind-willed manner. "Your love for me is true; I can see it in your small dragon heart. My affection is ever cold though, and even if you live and love me forever, you will always suffer in the end."

"I would suffer for you as long as it is under your ever loving light, my moon. Please let me live with you forever!" the bard pleaded in a heinous request.

"And so you will, but from now on you will eternally put down your harp, and your life as a dragon bard."

And so the dragon bard was transfigured into a lesser moon destined to do no more than to dance with the great and wise celestial satellite. His nights and his days would revolve around his loving courtship with the glowing pearl that moved about the sky.

But it is said by the wisest of dragons that even if the dragon bard was happy for many a years, remorse eventually took his heart. After years and years of dancing in their silent charade, the dragon became tired of the moon, and began to miss his life in the dragon realm. He missed his life of travelling, and he missed his gentle and sweet harp above all. His silver, beautiful claws hungered for the light feel of the strings of the instrument, and his ears thirsted for the smooth and melancholy voice. He missed his former life to such an extent that he began to wail.

And so, on every Night of the Crying Moon, the noise you hear protrude your ears is that of the crying bard; the crackled bawl of the smaller moon, and the compassionate whispers of the larger satellite.

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