Chapter 14
Cynder didn't speak for some time after that. The wagon was parked outside the city, and Amarak took the goods to the castle personally, while Loyran stayed behind to make sure Cynder stayed hidden. He had placed a large cloth over her, and covered with some sacks. An hour later, Amarak returned and they began their trip back to the settlement.
As they went out of sight of the city, Loyran spoke. "We're going to Bigtree, The village in which we make our home." Loyran replied. "And furthermore, we're going to help you recover." Cynder blinked to that statement, and then lay her head back down.
"why expend the effort?" She asked.
"Because, we can't leave a fellow dragon to die. And besides, we aren't in alignment with warfang anyways. We simply trade with them occasionally. We know you're wanted there, until your ready to continue on your own, we'll help you recover." Loyran explained. Cynder didn't bother to look at him.
"You're wasting your time..." She muttered.
"I don't see why you think so." Loyran said.
"I lost my chance to kill Zemas, and Spyro is dead... Ive failed everyone." Cynder whimpered. "Zemas has won..."
"With an attitude like that he has." Loyran said, trying to sound encouraging.
"I've got the right attitude then..." Cynder said. Loyran was about to talk, when Cynder turned away form him. "Just leave me alone..." She said quietly. Loyran stared at this obviously suffering black Dragoness. Without another word, he turned, and exited the wagon.
It was night time of the following day, And Cynder hadn't spoken since her last discussion with Loyran.
A few dragons observed the wagon as it came in. They knew something was wrong, they could feel the new presence in the air. Amarak turned to Loyran. "Get her inside." he said. Nodding, Loyran hopped into the back.
He came back out with Cynder, helping her stay up, as her legs still were not entirely responsive. A few dragons murmured at the sight of the wanted black dragoness. Loyran moved slowly, letting Cynder keep up. Her head was low, and she didn't look to anyone. A truly young dragoness, not even old enough to fly began asking its mother some questions
"Is that Cynder?" She asked. Her mother nodded, and began to move the youngster away from Cynder. Cynder mind wandered back to that horrible moment in the swamp castle. She struggled not to cry. Finally, she entered the house. Loyran guided her to a back room where there was a simple bed. "This is where you'll be resting. Father has this place set up for medical purposes."
Cynder didn't speak, but instead moved slowly to the be,d and lay down. Loyran looked at her for a minute."Anything you need to help you sleep? A drink, some food? Anything at all?"
"No... Just to be by myself." Cynder replied. Loyran nodded slowly, and withdrew. Cynders mind wandered once again to Spyro, and the last time she had seen him. He may not have acted it, but she knew he had been scared to die. Cynder started whimpering to herself, and gradually, she fell asleep, into a cold, restless sleep.
She found herself once more trapped in the darkness of her nightmares. Screaming in agony as Spyro and others tore her to shreds.