Here is Chapter seven. I am bringing in a few new things about characters. And considering I haven't been writing lately I might have written something that isn't true. Please review and No flames.
Chapter Seven
Spyro walked at the head of the small group of his friends. He had been walking down this path for the best part of three hours and he showed no sign of stopping. Hunter had tried several times to get Spyro and Ember to smile but had thus far been unsuccessful in doing so. Spyro hadn't been remotely amused by Hunter's antics which would have been funny under any normal circumstances. Ember meanwhile was resolutely plowing on not stopping for anything. Spyro had to trip her on one of there rests to prevent her from marching on. Spyro was just as eager as her to set out again but rescue would be meaningless if he didn't think of his own health.
He needed his strength, Lethek was by no means an easy opponent and he couldn't afford to push himself to the point of collapse so he paced the march. Bianca and Ember had had to force him to stop once when his hardly healed wound had pained him to the point of coughing up blood. He had already agreed to allow Bianca to administer to his wounds, it was much needed and none of them wanted to have to bury him because of them. The Shadow Forest lay over a hundred miles from the castle and was by no means an easy walk. The path was littered with bandits and wyverns which made traversing the road just as dangerous as the forest itself.
Spyro sighed deeply as he looked at the setting sun. On that day they had traveled over 15 miles or so and now it was time to rest. The tents were pitched but unlike a regular traveler they used dragon made tents. These would provide the ultimate amount of comfort by recreating the room the user most wanted to sleep in. Spyro refused to put up his own because he knew that it would be the exact likeness of his and Cynder's room. This held so many painful memories that he couldn't bear to be in the room. He wasn't alone on this decision; Ember also didn't put hers up though for different reasons. He knew that it would probably become Takeshi's room which of course would be painful to her.
He instead decided to take first watch, Ember volunteered to stay with him but he refused. The last thing his ailing heart needed was feminine company especially from Ember who had long since loved him. He had a soft spot for her but it had been eclipsed by his love for Cynder. Bianca came over to him carrying a leg of mutton he only now realized how hungry he was and took it while she examined his wounds. "There coming along nicely, no doubt a product of my healing skills." Spyro, whose mouth was full, nodded in answer. It was best to keep her happy; her skill in the art of magical healings was incredible. Though this was due to the fact that these were cursed wounds it was quite extraordinary that they were healing so quickly.
Hunter came over to him and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to take first watch?" Hunter looked Spyro up and down noting how some of the wounds looked nasty but Spyro shook his head and said, "I told you already, I'm fine. I can handle the watch. I don't want you getting up in an hour to relieve me; I'll come and get you." Hunter looked unsure if he should but Bianca took him around the shoulder and steered him away to prevent an argument. Spyro looked out over the fields on his left and sighed as the moonlight shone down on it creating the illusion of water as a breeze blew through it. He wished that he was with Cynder, he'd much prefer being evil and with her than being good and an enemy to her.
He looked across the field trying to suppress thoughts of Cynder; he needed to focus on what was needed of him. He suddenly wished that he was not a hero, that he was no more than a commoner who had married and was living peacefully at home with his wife. Of all the things he wanted in his life, love had always been low on the list. He saw it as a distraction a weakness but now ever since he had seen and talked to Cynder it had moved lowly up that listed. Fifteen years ago it had reached its highest where nothing meant more to him than his family but now he just wanted it back or the memories to leave him. Spyro heard noises coming from the camp that stirred something inside him. He remembered the night that he and Cynder had conceived Masami.
He forced that thought out of his mind but that didn't stop the noises coming from the camp. These sounds went on for over an hour and a half before they finally died out and there was silence coming from the camp at last. He continued to watch the surroundings for the remainder of his three hour watch before heading back to the campsite. He saw Ember asleep by the fire and heard no noise coming from any of the other tents. He turned at the flap to Hunter's tent and gently opened it. He stepped inside and felt his jaw fall open. He screwed his eyes shut and slowly back out of the tent as to not waken the pair of them. He had done so out of respect for his friend.
He could easily deduce what those sounds had been just by looking in there that one time. He opened his eyes and looked around; the completely exposed form of Bianca seemed to be burned into his eyeballs. He closed them again and focused on other things as he marched over to the fire. He was not about to wake those two he'd have to have a death wish for one and two it would be a very unfriendly thing to do. He bent over and woke Ember up gently. Despite the gentleness of his touch she started and sat bolt up right.
He calmed her down quickly for fear of her screaming and explained the situation to her when he reached the part about what he had seen she silenced him. "I already know I didn't get to sleep until they had finished and shut up," she said irritably. Spyro couldn't help but grin slightly, how many others had been kept awake he wondered but he dismissed the thought as another idea came into his head. When had they gotten married? Ember stood, stretched and walked of towards the camps edge to take Hunter's watch. Spyro laid down on the ground and was instantly asleep.
Please don't be to harsh with me I was just writing something that I thought was good. I hope you enjoyed it.