Chapter 3
Spyor and Cynder followed the Dragons. Thye had exited the forested areas of Avalars region, and into the desolate landscape around Warfang. Spyro looked around. He had never really gotten a good look at it during the siege. Dead grass, light brown dirt, and countless cliffs and rock formations. Cynder came up next to him. "you doing Ok?" She asked.
"Yeah." Spyro replied. "I just can't shake this bad feeling... Like something horrible is going to happen, and soon." They rounded a corner in the road, which twisted around a mangled rock formation, which oddly resembled a a twisted and malformed dragons claw. And there was warfang. Still a ways in the distance, but clearly massive and grand.
They continued for some time, before arriving at the gates. The guards at the gate traded hushed words with the patrol that took Spyro and Cynder captive. After a moment, the gates swung open. Spyro and Cynder were directed through still battered, but now crowded streets. Cynder and Spyro paid it no mind. Finally, they arrived at the castle. There was a door off to the side in the courtyard.
As they followed the four Dragons down, they realized this was the dungeon. As they moved towards one of the larger cells, a dark scaled Dragon, even darker than Cynder approached. He was old, and looked incredibly weary. "Fetch us some brace,s will you?" the emerald Dragon said. Without speaking, the black dragon skulked off.
"Braces?" Cynder asked.
"Yes, It is protocol for any Dragon bearing special abilities who are locked in here, to where a special brace that prevents them form harnessing their spirit energy." One of the other Dragons, this one more of a yellowish orange said. The black Dragon returned a few moments later. He handed them two braces. They glowed green.
Spyro looked to Cynder. She looked scared. Something had her spooked. Maybe it was the thought of captivity? Spyro doubted that, somehow. The were innocent, so they should be out pretty quickly. Something else had her scared. "here we are." The Emerald Dragon took Cynders paw, and slipped the brace on. It then tightened to the point that Cynder could not remove it, without being uncomfortably tight.
They did the same for Spyro, and ushered them into the cell. The creaking gate was shut, bolted and locked. Cynder went to a far corner and sat down. She was trembling slightly. Spyor walked up to her. "You ok?" he asked. Cynder shook her head.
"No, Spyro. I am not Ok. I can feel something emanating from these braces... something familiar." Cynder looked at the ebony colored brace with fear in her eyes. Spyro looked a this.
"I don't feel anything." He said.
"Because you've barely been touched by Malefor's powers. I was his slave for almost your entire childhood, remember?" Cynder said. "This thing... It radiates with the same magic that was used to force me to serve Malefor. And that bound us by that chain." She looked to Spyro. "I don't think this was a mistake that we were imprisoned." Spyro looked at her.
"Let's not worry too much. Maybe your being paranoid?" He tried to reassure her, though inside he knew it wouldn't really work.
"Perhaps..." Cynder said, sounding like she didn't believe it. Spyro came up o her and gaze her a quick nuzzle.
"We'll be fine. Dont you worry." He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"As long as im with you, that's what matters." Cynder said.