The Legend of Spyro

The Undying Flame

Chapter 6

The Memories Long Forgotten and The Love of Admittance

Not long from where she started were there the sounds of an intruder, sneaking up on the black dragoness as she continued her walk, unnoticing of the intruder, and to whom it was.

"My, my, my... It seems like its been forever since we had some time alone Cynder," A calming voice whispered, ringing through her mind, she knew whose voice that was.

"Avarian," She briefly said, her head slightly turned to see behind her, but her gaze was more averted to the snow than his monstrous eyes.

"What's the Terror doing out at this time of night?" He asked, sassing her with remarks about her past.

"I'm no longer going by that, I've made the clearest choice, and I think I proved my point when me and Spyro took down The Dark Master!" Cynder growled, her fear was nothing more than an illusion now, the only thing that was truly there was anger, anger against her once lover.

"Listen to me Cynder, you know as well as I do that you tried to make the right choices in the past, but all they led you to was despair, especially after I took the life of Brick in one swift strike," Avarian growled back, his menacing hazel eyes held the gaze of a cold-blooded murderer, "Those choices were your own undoing, and they led you to being the Terror everyone still hates and wishes to be dead, so why don't you do everyone a favor and turn back and kill yourself while you still have the chance?" He asked, a menacing growl in his voice gave her the fear she never wanted.

"No, I'm not going to turn back just because everyone hates me for what I did in the past, it wasn't my undoing, it was YOUR actions that led me to being the dragoness they feared, so do ME a favor and stay out of my life, you've caused me enough heartbreak in the past to last me three lifetimes," Cynder menacingly said, getting into position to strike, but to no avail, her strike was cancelled by a swift strike of the red dragon's paw. Her blood stained the snow, but not enough to send her into unconciousness. Climbing on top of her, he gripped her forelegs and hindlegs with his own, and gripped her tail with his own. She was trapped, and nothing she could do could help her get free of his grip.

"Now you listen, and you listen good, because I won't give you another lecture on how to stay out of HIS business; turn back now, or I will finish what I wished to end thirteen years ago, by ending your life just the exact same way as I did with Brick's," Avarian threatened, his snarl brought tears to her eyes as she remembered watching her best friend die with her very own eyes: Convexity was the breath, and enough of it to cease her heart to beat, just as he had planned it back then. He would do the exact same thing to Cynder if she didn't turn back, and put this all behind her. He let his grasp weaken until he had suddenly disappeared into the night, leaving Cynder to cry out in pain and misery.

Spyro could hear the cries of someone in the distance, and made his way out of the stone hut, away from the fire, and the warmth of the hut. Not far from the hut could he gaze at the black dragoness on the ground, blood slowly staining the snow as she cried.

"Cynder! What happened?" Spyro asked, helping the dragoness up and throwing the both of them straight into an embrace.

"Avarian... He said he'd... kill me if I didn't turn back," the black dragoness cried out onto his shoulder, her tears running down his left forleg. He didn't want anything to happen to her, he still loved her, but didn't want to admit it, not until Maleforen was done for, then the two could be together, forever if she wanted.

"Cynder, I told you this once, if he were to ever hurt you, I'd kill him," Spyro said, trying his hardest to comfort her like he did earlier.

"But he'll kill you before he gets on to me," Cynder said, her tears starting to fall even faster, her fears playing through her mind instantly.

"I know he will, but I'd be damned to see you hurt, even killed by his hand, he'll go through me to harm you, and I'll make sure of it," Spyro promised, landing a light kiss on the mark on the top of her head, his oath was made clear, just as it was in the past; he would fight and die for her, and if anything were to happen to her, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. With her tears dried up, she left him there to continue the trek onward, sleep was the only thing on the back of her mind, this place was familiar in more ways than one.

A cave hidden from perspective caught Cynder's immediate attention, the radiant shine of the moon radiated off the crystals hidden within, in fact, the crystals caught her gaze and her mind to not notice the purple dragon sneaking up behind her. Entering the cave, the growls of many others could be heard, but only from her mind could they be heard, and brought to life.

"Cynder, come on! We have to leave!"

"But where to Brick?"

"That doesn't matter right now, all we know is that we're not staying here."

"But why Ashmore?"

"I TOLD YOU ALREADY, THAT DOESN'T MATTER!"

"Ashmore, don't scream at her, we have our own problems with the apes guarding the entrance!"

"Then use that stupid Electric breath of yours Primith."

"Can the both of you shut up? Here comes the calvalry!"

"My, oh, my... What is it are you few doing?"

"Avarian?"

"Well?"

"Getting out of this predicament we call torture, what does it look like?"

"Temper, temper Ashmore, do you hate life here?"

"Yes I do, and so do all of the hatchlings! That's why we leave this place immediately!"

"Ashmore!"

"Let that be a lesson for all of you, even though all of you will end up just like her. Now, I'd better find Gaul."

The memories, the voices, everything in the past, was too much for her to handle, and immediately as she heard the last of the voices, her tears came back, her screams were enough to force the purple dragon into the cave with her. He embraced her again as she cried into his shoulder once more. This was too much for him to handle, the pain, the suffering she had endured, everything was let out into his shoulder and his secret love for her, it was slowly beginning to slip out. Before he knew it, the pain and suffering she had endured was quickly replaced when he admitted everything;

"Cynder, I love you!"

Her tears had stopped, and her grasp on him tightened, but not enough to cut off the circulation, her wishes had been answered, and in his warm embrace, she fell into a deep sleep, dried up tears had disappeared, and she smiled as she began her long sleep. His grip on her was tight as he flew himself, and his lover back to the hut, his grip becoming looser as he placed her next to the warm fire. He enjoyed having his admittance to love her out, and to admit it for himself, it was all so true; never will he hide anything from her again. Tired from walking around out in the cold crisp air just and hour to pass, he curled up next to the black dragoness, and draped his wing out over her, for the first time enjoying her breathing, as her new lover.