Cynder had never felt so alone in her life. She was surrounded by those who cared about her, but the one who really mattered to her was slipping away little by little. Spyro was definitely changing. Never in his entire life had he been so angry, so aggressive. It just didn't seem fair that it's happening to him. It had only been three hours ago since the discussion about Spyro's transforming, but it stuck to her head like she had been branded with it. She began clawing little pictures on the stone floor of her room. Her claws had gotten smaller over the last couple of days. They were now tougher and pointer. Perfect for scaling walls and tearing flesh. The only other change that really happened was Cynder's wings. They became more aerodynamic and thick. Not like she'd be flying while carrying anything, really. The morning mist has cleared, but it was still a cloudy day.
"I haven't seen Sparx at all, I hope he hasn't been harmed." Cynder mumbled in alarm. Spyro did sleep in the same room as Sparx. And he was acting more violently to those who irritate- No. He would never do that to anyone. Cynder was absolutely sure of this. It only made sense to check. She walked down continuous halls until she finally reached the room. Sparx wasn't in there, but Spyro certainly was. Cynder ducked before she could be seen. Spyro's wings had split. In their place were two larger, firmer ones. Each was shaped so he could fly five times faster than he ever could. His eyes were able to give a glance sharper than his claws. It was frightening to know that a creature such as him even existed. He took a quick glance in her direction. Cynder felt a stone drop to the very pit of her stomach. Cold sweat poured down her forehead as he drew nearer. With a quick swipe the wall was crumbled, leaving young Cynder exposed to his wrath. Without hesitation, she flew off in the other direction with Spyro in close pursuit. His tail, now coated with spikes like a club, swung wildly around causing large holes in the temple. The ruckus had drawn the attention of the elders who were guiding Cynder off towards the outside. Cynder had drawn Spyro back into his room, hoping he could be contained.
"Hey, I-it's me. Don't you remember? Cynder? Our eggs were laid here, we were separated, then brought back together?" she asked from behind a pillar. Nothing seemed to be getting through. CRASH! The pillar came down. CRASH! Same for the wall on the other side. Cynder coughed and hacked up the dust in the air. Without thinking, she flew trough the hole in the ceiling. Spyro was delayed at following her; he had grown about three times his normal size and had trouble fitting through. The other elders were on the roof waiting.
"Cynder! It has happened, I-I didn't expect it to be so soon after we figured it out! I'm sorry!" Ignitus shouted to her as she made her way onto the roof.
"It's okay. We have to get out of here; he's comin-" Cynder was interrupted by the earsplitting roar coming from Spyro. Now that he was outside, the faint sunlight from a break in the clouds made his scales shine with all their might. With a swing of his tail, Spyro swiped at them, crushing the platform where he spent his lazy days when he needed to be alone. As everything crumbled beneath them, Cynder could feel the heat surging within her.
"Spyro or not, you have crossed the line on which has been set!" she roared. It took a half second for her to fly up and ram him. Her claws dug deep into his side, leaving a mark. The wound was deep, enough to make him fall back in pain, but instead, his expression changed to humor.
"It's sad really that you think you can change what has been done. My younger self was foolish not to conquer you all when I had the chance, but now, now I took the chance to fix that. Dear Cynder, you are in way over your little head." Spyro said in a voice that was older, more mature even. With another swipe of his pointed tail, he made another attempt to strike her down. This time, there wasn't anything to make him miss.