OK, first off, if there is ever some disclaimers I need to put, then of course, I don't own the Spyro series. And before you read this, this will involve my fan character named Crevasse, which is explained in my account profile, but right now he's not in this chapter. And no, I'm not planning to start any relationship parts for a while. Well, for this chapter, at least. I don't know... it depends on what comes to my mind.

The Holy Dragoness of the Dark-Chapter 3
A close contact of darkness and pulled by unity

Quan L'Aura Doussa S'Amarzis
E L Fuelha Chai De Sul Verjan
E L'Auzelh Chajan Lor Latis,
Et Ieu De Sai Sospir E Chan
D'Amour Que·M Te Lassat e Pres,
QU'Ieu Anc No L'Agui En Poder.

When the gentle breeze becomes embittered
and the trees lose their foliage
and the birds stop singing,
I too, sighing, sing of the love which
burns within me,
for it is not within my power to appease it.

...this is supposed to be symbolizing me.
...this is supposed to be the destiny that lies ahead me.
but... there's no other way I can do it on my own.
Please... help me...

It was still night. The moon is shining beautifully upon the realm once again. Cynder was supposed to be asleep, but she couldn't. Her head was thinking of too many things. She was worried about herself, and what may happen to the others if ever she fell into the pit of darkness once again.

Sleepless, the black dragon continues to walk around while going nowhere, and sometimes speaking to herself. "...I have to help the others. This is my situation, I must also do something about it." was her first statement. "If the power inside me still remains, it does mean that it has some use... for the benefit of all." she continues to speak to herself.

After that, a pink dragon appeared from behind her. Cynder was quickly alerted at this. "Who are you?" she immeadietly asks. Her timing was right; the pink dragon was going to talk to Cynder anyway. "I don't have time for anything else, but which way is the Lake of Serenihope?" the pink dragon asks immeadietly, ignoring the question that Cynder asked. "(tsk, that was irritating.)... it's just about a few more kilometers in front of me... keep on going straight." Cynder sheepishly replied. "Thanks... and sorry for the disturbance again." the pink dragon replied, and quickly ran into the direction where Cynder pointed. "...what is she up to?" Cynder thinks. She never bothered to know others, but she's more concerned on what others are doing. "The fact that she's going to the Lake of Serenihope at this hour, means that there's something special going on. I must look." thinks Cynder with the curious look.

Without any hesitation, she went in the same direction, going straight to the Lake of Serenihope. She didn't feel as proper as she was while she was walking, and it seems as if the nearer she got, the heavier she felt. "I haven't had this heavy feeling for a long time... I think I know what's going on." she thinks. She then open up her wings, and was fully awake for whatever lies before her. And for each step she took, she would then count. "Tenshos ichi, tenshos ni, tenshos san, tenshos go..." and still kept on counting and counting the number of steps she took. She was starting to become different; she was letting out her unusual knowledge about something powerful. If looked from above, this black dragon had a red aura surrounding her right now.

She eventually got to the front of the lake. "...tenshos sho-jyu-kyu" was her last count, which was 99. She saw the pink dragon beside her eventually, whic had a very worried and frightened face. "...what's wrong? Why are you just standing there?" Cynder had to ask. "Th... there's something wrong with the lake! Look..." the pink dragon said, and she took a bunch of grass from nearby and dropped it into the water. The grass immeadietly... burned and disappeared, and then everytime an object is dropped into the lake, sadistic laughs and evil screams are heard from the lake, which frightens the pink dragon. "Ahhhh! YOu see what I mean? I've been t-told that th-this was the lake that would bathe you with the most cleansing and refreshing waters, but..." the pink dragon said. "... this isn't the Lake of Serenihope in it's normality. Please... wait here." Cynder said. The pink dragon frightingly obeyed and remained frozen, staring at the lake. Cynder, still unseemingly mystrious right now, chants in another spell. "99 times the dirt that I've dug into my feet... 99 times equivalent to the souls I've heard..." was the first chants. "Wha... who are you?" the pink dragon stands there, astonished with the words. "...99 times the darkness has struck, and 99 times has it fallen!" Cynder continues. Then, this small black dragon sparkles with yellow light, as if a star had a sudden transformation inside her. She then, without any doubt from her body, dives into the lake. The pink dragon was surprised at this and screamed a bit. "Ahhhh! What the?!" but then Cynder emerges to the surface quite soon, just to say that she's OK. "...don't worry too much about me. You may end up falling here without safety." said Cynder, and she dives back into the deep depths of the lake.

When she was there, green waves of elements surrounded her, and some attempted to pass her and hurt her. Surely enough, she was hit a few times, but she rose as if she didn't get hurt at all. "...of course not." was all she thought of. She quickly roamed around the lake to see what was the matter. She could hear the voice of the pink dragon from the surface, and she heard it in the form of some soft echoes. All she heard was 'Are you okay?'. She continued swimming until she found a green pearl that was shining darkly at the bottom of the river. She felt that it was there where the source of the lake's infestation is. "This is beautiful..." she thought, and grabbed it greedily and quickly from the lake. After that, she quickly swam out with the pearl in hand.

The pink dragon was amazed and at the same time, confused. "Whoa... wow... what...?" was the pink one's reaction. She couldn't analyze who Cynder was. It's as if Cynder is showing a different side of her, that she's not just an ordinary dragon anymore. "The water should be pure in any minute." Cynder said. Eventually, after waiting for about 30 seconds, the water returned to normal, and it looked pure as it was. "Wow, such a clear water!" was the pink one's reaction. "And now I can go in it!" she continues. And joyfully, she walked into the lake with a warm feeling around her. "Then what they said was true... this was the best water that crossed my body!" was her immeadiate reaction.

But meanwhile, the black dragon isn't moving too much. "Ugh..." she said painfully. The pink dragon didn't hear it the first time. "Argh... ahh!" Cynder then screams, and the pink dragon finally realizes what happened to her. "Hey, are you okay?!" the pink one immeadietly reacted. Right now, Cynder had a shocked face, with the big eyes and the heavy panting from her mouth as she continously looks at the pearl she is holding. "What's wrong? What is it?!" the pink one said as she quickly went out of the lake. "...you!... quickly... Please... keep my body in the water... before I faint!" Cynder said, forcefully trying to speak. Unnoticing, the pearl was glowing ferociously in the wrong lightings, and it seems as there was power coming from inside it. "Hang on! You might drown!" the pink one said. "Just... do it!" Cynder replied immeadietly. The pink one remained silent, for this involves something different. She did as she was told; she carried Cynder, who still had the pearl, into the lake and dropped her there.

The pink dragon who was supposed to be relaxing, now felt pity and the urge to help. She was hesitating inside the lake restlessly, wondering what she should do and who she should consult. Later, she checked on Cynder to see what was happening.

In Cynder's mind, it's as if the pearl was speaking to her. "You are still as powerful, Cynder. The fact that you have these spells within you, means that you have not forgotten me. Now rise again, as the one and mighty powerful black dragon! With the beautiful and terrifying structure of your body, you will prove yourself worthy to me as my control!" was what she heard. She continues to struggle, trying to get out of the mobile-unconsciousness that she was experiencing. "No!... You will still not take me!" Cynder says out loud. "What's happening with her?!" was the pink one's reaction. "Folos teres, et in tenebris!" the voice chanted. Slowly, blood was flowing out of Cynder's hand, where she held the pearl. But she didn't feel that kind of pain: she kept on feeling the dark pain from the pearl. She really just had to scream out. "Spyroooooooooooooooooooooooooo!..." was her very loud scream. Her loud scream frighened the pink dragon, which made her release a quick shriek and held Cynder tighter. "Aaaah!" was the quick shriek.

When the tight hold was done, the happenings in Cynder's body stopped. Everything suddenly became silent and frozen. Cynder lay asleep there under the river. "... I have to watch over her for a while..." was the pink dragon's reaction.
Cynder, from her mind, let out her few words to the voice: "Eston Koibagon! I have many of them, you cannot touch me alone!"

Yes, another product of my lamity. Can you now identify who the pink dragon is? I'm making a conclusion for the next chapter, so hopefully I can do it quick, if time allows me.