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. 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. Oh yeah, and curse the typos; I'm doing this in Notepad so I really don't see the typos when I rush typing...

The Holy Dragoness of the Dark-Chapter 6
Stop waiting, start breaking

...it must end here.
It lies closely in the decisions I make.
Whatever power you have, I believe I do also.
All I can say is I thank you for it.

...but 'no!' is what I hear.
...'no!' to the power within me...
...destruction, or peace, will it all be present always?
Please... help me...

The pink dragon named Ember still could not leave Spyro and Cynder alone. She really feels that she needs to be able to help in any way. 4 hours did the purple and the black dragon sleep, and also the length of time that the pink dragon waited. Not any sign of impatience was found in the face of Ember. Finally, Cynder woke up, but Spyro was still snoring from the sleep. It's as if he's having a peaceful sleep himself. "...you're still here?" the black dragon immediately asked.

"I'm not leaving until I know how I could get involved in this!" the pink dragon replied.

"...are you even sure of what you're saying, Ember? This seems like a dangerous scene, we can't just get anyone involved in this!"

"But Cynder! I'm not just an ordinary dragon, and you seem to look at me that way!"

"Well sometimes it also involves our own business..."

"I'm supposed to be involved in this! I just can't let this pass!"

"Ember!"

"Don't shout at me like that, you!"
Then suddenly, Cynder boosted forward with dark-energy surrounding her wing-blades, making it a dangerous thing to touch. But to her surprise, the pink dragon wasn't in her lock-on. "...?" was the expression on her face. "Don't test me, Cynder. I don't wanna get mad at you." the pink dragon said from behind. "...fine then. Alright..." Cynder replied in disappointment of herself, then she tells the story of what has happened to the area then. This made Ember have a frightening reputation to the black dragon, for who knows when this young dragon named Cynder may mutate and be in an evil form once again? "...that's... horrible..." was all the pink dragon could reply.

Then they had their minds suddenly blank after that statement, as they look at the still-snoring purple dragon just leaning on the rock. "...should we wake him up?" the black dragon asked. "I don't think so. Let him have his happy moments while he still has it..." the pink dragon replies. "That's a scary thing to say... but whatever. Let's go." was all the black dragon can say. Then they headed back to the Dragon Homes, where Cynder considers it her 'home' already. But she wasn't like what she was before. She now looks like a serious one, serious than ever. The sign of blankness is not very evident, and she seems to want to get something done. "Alright then, what do you have in you?" Cynder asked Ember. "...what?" the pink dragon asked in confusion.

"You know, a problem like this requires great power among us."

"Yes... looks like it. Well then, I think what I have are the powers of Wind..."

"...like when you threw the rock at a very far place and still reached my head?"

"chuckles a bit Well, yeah, you could say I manipulated the wind a bit for that...

"...well then... The first thi-"
The black dragon replied with an unfinished sentence, as another dragon came out speaking loudly and declarative. "The first thing to do is to know how to control your powers, limiting it, and knowing its extent." was heard. "Uncle! Why of all times?!" Ember said in irritation. The hound-dragon Crevasse was apparently overhearing what Cynder and Ember is talking about. "But the old man is helpful a lot. He knows everything about energy and power. When it comes to the elements, he's the one to ask for..." the black dragon said.

"But your power, Cynder, is a force inevitable that much. It's not something normal that I may memorize."

"Well, the power's there for a reason. I want to end this."

"...what?"

"...didn't you hear me? I want to end this. I'm having no doubts; along with 3 of us, we could defeat the dark force that may still be disturbing us."

"Cynder... your power is not as fully powerful like the dark one. You may not have a chance against it! Goes the same with both Spyro and Ember, who are also granted normal powers! But your enemy, Cynder, is far beyond that."

"I don't care anymore. I will not back down. I will find a way to defeat it. I will risk my life if required."

"...bravery and conquering, I see. But Cynder, to hesitate is to risk a lot of gambles. We have to wait for the perfect time. Come, for we must train the powre inside us."

"...whatever. Ember, let's follow him."
So there they are, going back to the lair of the hound-dragon. Ember is still a bit having doubts, Cynder is too serious, and Crevasse seems like he's daydreaming, but his face is full of concern. But there's still one problem among that time though... it seems as if there was something forgotten...

Back in the caves, there lies the purple dragon we all know as Spyro. Just waking up from his loud snoring, he wondered where he was. "...I don't remember much...? Cynder? Ember? Crevasse? Anyone?!" Spyro said, but no reply was heard. "... I probably shouldn't have overslept much. Now I need to find my way out on my own..." he says to himself in a sorrowful voice. Then he hears a strange voice from somewhere he cannot identify where. "...Hahaha... you're not alone, young one..."

"What..? Who's there?!"

"Foolish, foolish Spyro. Now that you're not with them, it's the perfect opportunity to haunt them!"

"...you! You're not getting awa-"
Spyro replies with an unfinished sentence, as he slowly notices the cave collapsing and the rocks blocking most of his movements. "NO!" Spyro shouted. "...and here is the supposed time to laugh at you, but right now your friends are now in my hands, free for taking! loud sadistic laugh" the voice sadistically said. "...Argh! Someone get me out here! Anyone!!!" Spyro kept shouting.

Meanwhile, in the hound-dragon's cave, Crevasse wasn't as concentrated as he can. "...something's not right... we have to be more quick..."

TBC...

Sorry for the long wait. I couldn't find time to actually finish this...