Night fell and the two young dragons prepared to sneak into the elders' room. Spyro still had his doubts, but there was no time to delay arguing about it. They had to get in before the elders, and if that failed they had to be against the door undetected.
"Are you ready?" Cynder asked, her warm breath leaving steam in the air. This night was much colder than the last. Icy rain pounded on the roof of the temple. It sounded like thousands of nails were being dropped simultaneously.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Spyro said. The two walked down hallway after hallway as fast as they could, trying to keep quiet.
"I'll make sure no one's coming while you go find a place for us both to hide." Cynder said.
"No fair!" Spyro protested, "It's your plan, why should I risk being caught?" Cynder was about to speak, but he went in anyway, looking for large stones from the ceiling to hide behind. Unfortunately, the elders' room took the least damage through all the attacks, so there were no large stones.
"There's nothing in here!" he shouted as loud as he could, wishing Cynder would get caught.
"Quiet! What are you trying to do?" she snapped back as she entered the room.
"Nothing." He hissed at her.
"Spyro, you're not acting like yourself. You're being really irritable." Cynder said with a frown. "I asked you to help because I thought you would, not be a jerk the whole time."
"Alright, fine. Let's hide behind that vase." He said gesturing to it,
Large thudding footsteps were heard as one of the elders came in.
"It's Terrador." Cynder whispered.
"I know, I know." Spyro said. His heart began to beat faster as the door opened. Terrador, always being aware of everything around as is he was to be attacked at any second, inspected the room carefully. He seemed to notice something different, but could quite place what it was. He came closer to the large vase and squinted his eyes. It suddenly occurred to Spyro the Terrador might even be able to smell them. He did have stimulated senses after all. Just as the leaned together, trying to disappear, Volteer came in.
"Hello there, Terrador, what are you doing? It seems strange to be sniffing around ancient pottery this late at night, eh?" Volteer asked in his fast-paced voice.
"I just thought I heard something from over here." He muttered back.
"You hear something every five minutes. Maybe you should try and listen a little less. Maybe talk a little more, you know? Works just fine for me." Volteer said cheerily. Ignitus entered the room with a solemn look on his face. Cyrill followed closely behind.
"My friends, I have some new to tell you. It seems our Cynder may not be all she seems." He paused momentarily, and then spoke again, "Last night, her bloody ran cold and she stopped breathing for a moment. She paused and stared into the night sky, where a certain constellation was in view last night only. It happens about once every 65 years or so. " Ignitus finished speaking, then looked into all the elders' eyes.
"What does it mean?" Cyrill asked.
"It means what we have on our hands could be even more powerful than the dark master himself." Ignitus said, looking to the ground now. "It was an extreme coincidence to have two powerful eggs in the same brood. But I'm not sure if something like this is even possible. All I know is to not tell young Cynder until something is for sure."
"Well then, I suppose we'll further investigate this in the morning." Terrador said, "For now, I'd like to go to slee- AH-HA!" he had stopped in mid-sentence to peer behind the vase. When he had looked back, there was nothing there.