"They hate me," Cynder said. They had left the meeting about an hour ago, and they were now resting in a small house given to them by Volteer.
"No, they don't, they just need to give you a second chance," Spyro said.
Cynder sighed and looked down. "I doubt they will." She began to walk away, but Spyro stopped her with his wing.
"They will, I know they will." He turned her head gently, so that they were staring into each others eyes. "I did, and if I didn't, none of us would be here today."
She gave him a slight smile, knowing he was right. Spyro returned the smile instantly.
Cynder was still a bit scared of Spyro, but now, she ignored it. She hugged him tight, Spyro quickly returning it. "Spyro," she said.
"Yes, Cynder?"
"I'm scared," she said quietly.
"Hey, c'mon," he responded, gently patting her back. "They'll pass."
"What if they don't?" Cynder paused a moment. "What if I'll be stuck thinking you're a monster for the rest of my life?"
"You know that I'm not a monster."
"You're right," she sighed. "But something is saying that you are."
"That doesn't matter," Spyro said, breaking the hug. "All that matters is that you know."
Cynder sighed, turning towards her bedroom, when Nine came bursting through the door. "You'll neverguess who I just ran into." He turned away, making a gesture to someone.
It was a little while before a beautiful green dragoness emerged from the door. "Hello," she said shyly, not stepping into the house.
"This is Kiari," Nine said, gently nudging her in. "You may know her as Seven."
Spyro and Cynder both gasped, their eyes growing wide. "Does she…"Spyro began.
Kiari sighed. "Yes," she said. "All four."
This is the shortest, and second worst.