Ok this chapter was quickly thought out but hard to decide who point of view: Cynder or Spyro or the Hermit. This is becoming like the Game of Thrones chapters. I never thought these would be, but I needed to improvise.
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Having to have swung Ignitor, Spyro had laid below the endless form of stars, not wanting to partake in any dares to give to Whirlwind and Stealth Elf. Ignitor didn't seem to care that much since he wanted to win. He threw out a dozen dares for them to do. Now, Spyro was experiencing love for the first time. After Whirlwind kissed him on the cheek, he had stared into outer space.
At night, Whirlwind, Stealth Elf, and Ignitor had gathered around Spyro and stared at the stars with him.
"I always wondered how those dots got up here," said Ignitor.
"They are called stars, flame brain," said Stealth Elf.
"No, I'd call them blue glowing ladybugs that ended up flying in the wrong direction. And now they have been glued solid up there on that black screen, not ever to come down again."
"I agree, Stealth Elf," said Spyro. "They are called stars."
"Yes, they are," agreed Whirlwind.
"Well, you can call them stars and I can call them blue-Pokka-dotted ladybugs."
"Whatever," said Whirlwind, gracefully gazing at the sparkling stars. "I always wondered why there are so many of them and why they form constellations."
"From the elf's perspective of the stars, they symbolize passed heroes, Whirlwind" said Stealth Elf. "Each constellation represents a figure from the past that died a heroic death and a glowing star or a constellation would be a reminder of what they looked like."
"That sounds like a cool perspective," said Whirlwind. "But all my life, I lived with unicorns. I heard them say that the stars are the heroes themselves, reincarnated into stars, as a symbol for their heroism. But I don't know what the dragons perspective is."
"Hey, Spyro," said Ignitor. "You have been raised by dragons, right? What is their perspective of the stars, I mean, ladybugs?"
"Well, I don't know," said Spyro, hesitant.
"Oh, come on, Spyro," said Whirlwind and Sleath Elf. "Spill."
"Yes, we've been her for fifteen minutes! Comeon, Spill."
Spyro looked at the stars, sadly and said, "I vaguely remember but a dragon had told me one thing about the stars: the dragon constellation, Drago, was the afterlife of dragons of royalty would go and listening to us, seeing us, and protecting us."
"Really?" said Stealth Elf, amazed.
"Are you guys saying a number amount of died heroes and royals are watching, seeing, and protecting us, even as of right now?"
Ignitor burst into hard laughter as did Stealth Elf. Spyro seemed to join in. Whirlwind was very annoyed by the sounds of laughter.
"Dead heroes watching, protecting, and listening to us?" laughed Ignitor. "What kind of idiot told you that that? Oh, wait. I know, some insane hypercritic. That's who."
"Yeah, yeah. Pretty stupid, right?" said Spyro, with a very weak smile. Soon the smile faded away, thinking it was an insult to someone who exclusively taught him that. Spyro heard the laughter dying down and looked at the Drago constellation.
The Drago constellation shined brightly before the Purple Dragon's eyes.
Spyro got up and walked away from his three friends.
They saw him walking away sadly.
"Was it something I said wrong?" asked Ignitor.
"Ignitor, you always say something wrong," stated Whirlwind.
Spyro didn't seem to be bothered by Ignitor's statement, but a spiritual feeling was beginning to broil in Spyro's mind. He had a feeling someone was listening closely: his father. Spyro looked at the Drago constellation again and began to wonder if he father told him years ago was actually true. Were the stars really true heroes of the past or was it all just a lie?
This question was roaming in his head for many moments. After one last look at the stars, Spyro looked down and puffed at some daises that floated into midair and soared into the darkness.
