A/N: Alright, so here is the first chapter of Story telling. I hope you all enjoy the beggining of this project im working on, and would be please to hear what everyone thinks.

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Chapter one: The shadow of the moons-

"Alright, so it's just a story, one! How hard could this be?"

In the midst of the night, a day oh so near to the beginning of winter, laid the black dragoness in the small balcony. Cynder rests her head on the small hold she makes for herself by a simple cross of her forearms. A small bottle of ink laid at her right; a feather pen within this. At her left was a pile of papers, each either crumbled or torn completely. The dragoness' fears had become a reality. Creating a story was extremely difficult; or at least more challenging than Spyro had made it appear.

Here was the young dragoness, as she burned her mind with a difficult task. Cynder had not even managed to get a good beginning to her story; and the task of making a first sentence had become more of a trouble then fighting Malefor himself. She did not let this consume her, and the female raised her head. She sighed deeply, as shook her head. The breath she exhaled immediately became a visible mist, and Cynder suddenly discovered how cold she was. The female shivered violently, and let her body complain from the full chill. Cynder did not like the cold at the least. There was only one thing worse than it, and that was snow.

"It truly is cold," the dragoness permitted herself to say as she stared to the sky. The two moons in the heavens above glittered beautifully tonight. It was on this night that the moons would actually be closest together for the year. The larger sphere of the night cast a shadow upon the other, and a partial eclipse had been created.

'If only I could create like the ancestors who made this world,' Cynder thought in a wishful tone.

Spyro made it look all so easy. He could walk up on The Rock once a week or so, and without troubles would start to create a world from the top of his head. If there was something Spyro had developed really well in his life, Cynder concluded, it was his imagination. That of course didn't include the other things he had developed; like his intelligence, battle strategies, and his physique. Yes… his physique… Cynder purred at the thought, but suddenly shook her head to keep it out of the clouds. She had to remain focused. At least for long enough

'How does he do it though?' Cynder stray her mind once more. 'He… he just does it…' She came to think about it for a moment, and remembered that even when in youth it was not difficult for him. His stories were always perfect, and would easily cause the dragoness to rest in peace. Back then, when she had just been saved from being a puppet, too many things ran through her mind; death, torture, horror and terror. If it wasn't for the small stories he would tell her each night, she would not have made it through that stage of her life. The story she enjoyed the most was that of a dragoness princes, who, stuck on a tower by an evil wizard ape, was saved by a young dragon traveler. The she dragon blushed lightly as she remembered the countless times she had told him to repeat this story for her.

"Anyways," Cynder spoke out after she had allowed the warm feeling of the flush run through her. It was almost in a matter of a second that she felt the power of the coming winter strike her again. She shivered, and shook her head once more. As she sighed, the dragoness noticed her breath appear in the dim glow of the torch alit. "Back to business."

The dragoness looked at the scroll in front of her again. She noticed the various scribbles she had put on them. The female also noticed a small drawing of a dragon she had created with her own paws. It looked much too alike Spyro.

"uuhhh…" Cynder let herself exasperate in defeat. "I'm getting nowhere." She decided to turn and roll onto her back. As she forced her wings to lie flat, the female pushed her entire body. Once on her backside, Cynder closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Her mind worked as hard as it could; but no matter what, she only felt uncomfortable. The former queen of darkness felt the head of a nail drive itself in between two of her ribs. She grunted as she scooted her body afar from it. Cynder had never felt so shifty or restless on the wood balcony before. Now, even the slightest rupture in the wood made her wish she was not there. She looked to the sky though, and tried to ignore her shiftiness. The stars, the holes on the celestial heaven, shone brightly tonight. The light they gave off made the details of the Dragon City acquire a mystic appeal to them. The ruins and new buildings -made only the summer before- glowed in a whitish-gray hue. Cynder's eyes moved down to them, and she gasped at the mere beauty.

"Perhaps I could tell a story about a city…" Cynder whispered as she gazed towards the delightful sight. She rolled her eyes though, and shifted to her side. "No, that simply won't do." She bit her bottom lip softly; as she gazed to the dispraised paper she had dribbled on. Her eyes focused on the small drawing of the purple dragon she had created

"Or maybe… No." She placed a paw on her face, and covered her eyes. "That'd be too embarrassing." The dragoness sighed, as she blushed lightly. "What would he think about it anyways?" Slowly the she-dragon removed the paw from her face, and took a grasp of the paper sheet. Once she had it in her hand, she crushed it and sympathetically threw it into the pile where the other scraps laid.

'I'm just getting nowhere,' Cynder thought as she admitted to defeat once again. 'It's just too impossible.' As she moved to rise herself, she gazed at the scraps.

"Tomorrow," she told herself out loud. A strong whisk of wind suddenly kicked in, and caused the waste of papers Cynder had created to suddenly raise into the sky. As Cynder watched these papers disappear into the sweet and silent darkness, she yawned. The female was tired and downright worn. She needed to rest, and that's the only thing her mind came to think of now.

"Tomorrow for sure," Cynder reassured herself.

As Cynder lay under the night sky her body shivered lightly, and revealed how truly fragile even the strongest of creatures could be. Spyro was here, and watched her as the night's moons made her even more beautiful then she already was. Her curves, her slim waist, and her strong back showed true radiance. The purple dragon had never wished for her as much as he did at that moment.

He did not understand though. When young he had cared for her in a very innocent manner. The purple dragon always was extremely fragile with her in general. He loved her in the way anyone would love the person they wished to be well; things were different now though. He wanted more from her, and that was for sure. What he truly feared was finding out what he really wanted. The dragon gulped deeply, as the female's beauty seduced him.

'I truly love her,' Spyro concluded within his mind. 'I want her…' It was then that the prophecy's dragon shook his head violently, to try to snap out of a state of mind he did not enjoy.

'No…' he thought. 'I… I can't…She doesn't love me anyways.' As he gazed away from the sleeping dragoness, he let the fixating sensation of a slow catch of cold air strike him. The night was cold to the bone, and the male felt as if he breathed ice. He looked back to the young female, and focused his mind on the environment around. Lush grass grew around her wondrous form, and became like a perfect layer of comfort for the dragoness. Behind her grew a wide sea of trees; all complied tightly. The beauty of the valley of Avalar only complemented to the dragoness' splendor. Spyro slowly approached her, and let a small breath escape from his muzzle. The small sigh was painful, and warm.

'I must see to it that she is protected.'

"GET THEM!!!"

It was then that, almost on cue, a force of apes suddenly charged from the forest behind the female. Everything became surreal for the purple dragon as time seemed to slow down. The male's heart beat began to speed up as he noted that the apes drew their blades from the waistline, and roared in rage. As the sharp blades were drawn, they suddenly charged in the direction of the purple dragon's female companion. Spyro's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped as they approached their target.

"Cynder!" the dragon shouted in full fury as he ran with all his strength to intercept the onward enemy. He pumped his hind legs forearms as hard as they would go. The muscles on his body rippled as they were used to push themselves as hard as they could on the perfect-green grass. He was not making it though, and time seemed to travel even slower as the apes got only a meter's length away from the female. The ape closest to her arched his back in preparation for the blow he would soon land, and with his right arm he struck.

"Noooooo!" Spyro shouted as the female took the hit. Her body was driven violently, and she stumbled upon the floor in a horrid manner as she was flung away. Luckily the ape had not struck properly, and the blade was tilted slightly at the moment of impact; blood had still been drawn though. A horrid gash now appeared under the females ribs, and blood seeped from the wound. The young dragoness had not awakened though, and this terrified the purple dragon.

"Cynder!" The male shouted as he came in contact with the opponents. The first strike he blew was towards the one who had injured the female. Anger and hate rushed through his veins as Spyro made a violent upper-cut with his claws. The armor the ape wore was immediately destroyed, and a large strip of flesh was torn out in the strike. The poor creature shouted in agony as it took flight and landed in front of its comrades.

It was little after the ape struck that the enemies pressed on. One of the still standing apes moved to the dragon now. He raised his sword and revealed its fine craftsmanship. The weapon blade was slightly curved for a better and cleaner cut; Spyro did not mind this by one bit though. As the dragon's opponent struck down, he swiftly dodged to the side. The ape swung too powerfully, and the blade stuck itself deep into the earth below. The purple dragon used this as an advantage, and as he stood on his flank he attacked. His claws moved in an extraordinary manner as he slashed the ape on the face, swung a low punch to the beings hips, and at last burst a torrent of flames at the creature. Fire made immediate contact with the moist grass below, and a burst of smoke and steam rose out. The opponent he has just faced was dead for sure, but the new obstacle for his vision only turned against him.

Three apes, the strongest at that, came down on the male dragon from the endless clouds of smoke. Spyro was taken by surprise, and with little resistance was tied down by a strong chain composed of some powerful metalloid. In a matter of moments he had been tied in an extremely well done form. His wrists were stuck together now, as well as his shins. The dragon roared at his opponents as he attempted to force the ties off. For a second he thought of using his elements, but before long he had been muzzled too. Finally the smoke had been cleared, and a larger ape was visible in between the over-rampage of these creatures.

"We finally have the two dragons," the ape spoke in an extremely deep tone. "And our boss thought we could not do it! We proved him wrong, right men!" The apes shouted and screeched in victory as they slowly returned to their leader. Two of the larger apes stayed with the purple dragon though. They lifted him, and moved him closer to the commander of his enemies. "Now… let's see this so called 'prophesies' dragon."

As the apes reached the leader's front, they tossed the dragon down with a quick and rough movement. The dragon took some air and crashed onto the darkened floor violently. He rolled several times, and ended up dead and upfront with this so called 'leader'. Spyro hissed and growled. Steam rose from his nostril, but only caused the commander to laugh.

"So you have no respect with higher authorities after all, boy." He inclined down and glared at the purple dragon. As he revealed his sharp fangs, Spyro felt the horrid stench of his breath fill his lungs "Well then, I guess we'll have to torture you…" He rose up, and looked at his lackeys. "Get the female."

As Spyro heard the words, he immediately began to struggle harder then before. No… no he thought. This could not be happening to them. He could not fail her!

The purple dragon began to struggle with his binds, but was not successful at the least; the chains barely resisted, but did not give out. Small, hot tears ran down his cheeks as he struggled with the thought of Cynder in danger; his own pain only worsened it. As the apes ordered to head out finally returned, they came back with the dragoness. Cynder was in a worse condition then before. She had bled out a significant amount of blood. Her body appeared to be slightly paler; but she still slept. The purple dragon's eyes grew larger as he stared at the dying female. He struggled harder against his binds, but with no success. Spyro tried to speak out, but was only muffled by the ropes that were wrapped about his snout.

"W---ke –p Cyn!" his voice could be heard. "W—e u---!!!" As the commander of the apes moved to the weakened dragoness, he pulled out a small and well sharpened knife. His eyes looked to the female's neck, and slowly he leaned down.

"W----ke uuuuup!"

"Wa--- ----p"

'WAKE UUUUUUUUP!'

And as the dream had gone far beyond his control, the male dragon woke up…

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