A/N: I decided to make this one-shot with an entire idea that my big sis gave me. She was right about something, there is little known about the period in between when Cynder was saved and when she ran away at the begining of TEN, so i decided to make this to add a little 'insider' on it. I hope you guys enjoy this one as well.

Useless – Tea was what the young purple dragon carried as he travelled towards Cynder's room in the dragon temple. It had been only a pair of months since the dragon had saved the creature known as 'The Terror of the Skies,' and the female was not in a fair state. The dragoness had been struck by a powerful fever, and it appeared as if nothing would cure it. The sickness came to her in waves; at times she was in a fine state, other times she appeared to be near death. Her temperature would change on a daily basis, and she remained in a constant state of depression.

So Spyro the dragon took care of her as best as he could. The young hatchling would be at her side nearly all day, and if anything happened he was quick to aid her or to call for help. It was difficult for the purple dragon to rest when Cynder was in such an ill state.

It was strange to him at times, but Spyro felt as if he had some kind of bond with her that could not be broken. He felt as if something in destiny wanted him to care for her with all his will. Ignitus would only say that this was due to the fact that they were the only two living dragons left in the dragon realm, aside the guardians themselves. He would say that this forced a special bond that kept them together no matter what.

Cynder had been more reluctant about this 'bond' that they shared, though. The weak dragoness would feel a threatening sensation any time the dragon was near her. Something about the male truly struck her in a negative way. She had many emotions towards Spyro: Guilt for being the creature she had been, and all the tough moments she put him through; fear of punishment from the great, prophesized saviour for her sins; and hate... for not having killed her when he had the chance.

... If there was anything that the female truly regretted, it was that...

...

The male dragon finally reached Cynder's room, and silently crossed the veil used to cover the entrance. Spyro quickly placed the cup of tea aside the door entrance and sought for Cynder in the darkness of the room. The dragoness was rather restless when it came to sleeping. At times the stack of hay laid down for her was too itchy and warm for her, so she would commonly sleep in the darkest corners of the room. The dragon searched for her though, but did not find her laying anywhere. Slight fear struck the dragon.

"Cynder?" he spoke out loud, praying to hear a response. As none was heard, he raised his voice once more. "Cyn..?"

The purple dragon began to move about the room again, as he searched around for the hatchling once more. His search became distressed as he began to search under the hay stack. Perhaps she did leave, he spoke to himself.

"No..." the dragon responded in a silent voice as he walked towards the centre of the room. He studied his surroundings with a careful eye. The stack of hay lay on the floor was in a bit of a mess now, thanks to the purple dragon; and a small dark vase with a blueshreed flower rested on a small wooden stand placed in front of the glassless window. The vividness of the petals revealed how well this flower was taken care of. If there was something Cynder was good at, Spyro thought, it was taking care of fauna.

But the purple dragon gazed away from the plant in an instant, and kept on searching for Cynder without success. Besides these two objects placed in spot, the room was rather empty. The dark gray space was comforting for Cynder, or so she said. The dragon spotted a couple of books in one of the corners of the room as he focused, but that was that. There was no Cynder to be seen.

Something struck the dragon though, and he turned his entire body towards the only other entrance to the room: the balcony door. The dragon watched this opening as the wind made the veil covering it brandish slowly. A coil of air suddenly caused the veil to move up completely, and Cynder could now be seen laying on the dark balcony. Before the door curtain came down Spyro had already moved out to the balcony. The soft tick-tack of Spyro's claws on the hard stone floor alerted Cynder, and she gazed to him. Her tranquil green eyes laid upon the purple dragon lazily; some kind of sadness could be seen in them. The prophesy's saviour gave a worried look to dragoness.

"Cyn," he spoke to her in a concerned tone. He came a few steps closer, but Cynder remained completely stationary. "You know it's too cold out here for you. You should be inside." His calm yet troubled eyes locked on to her vision. She blinked a few times as she stared at him, and quickly looked away. Her head turned to the skies.

"Why do you even bother so much with me, Spyro?" she finally spoke in a soft voice. The words that came from her were perfectly clear, despite the fact that she was ill.

"W-what do you mean, Cynder?" the dragon asked her in a more boggled tone. As the male dragon came a few steps closer, the dragoness lowered her head down.

"I was meant to die there... in the convexity realm," Cynder remarked. "You failed your mission by saving me." Spyro came to a sudden stop only two feet from the dragoness. A chill went ran though Spyro's back, and to the tip of his tail. The dragon could not believe what he heard... he simply couldn't understand it. Why was it that even she didn't want a second chance? Why was it that everyone thought the dragoness was still a threat? Why was it that the guardians constantly reminded him that the dragoness was a case of top priority, and that if she was captured by the hands of evil, everything would be compromised? The young and naive dragon understood little of everyone's words, and thought of them as unfair. In his mind, everybody had a second chance, no matter what.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Spyro responded in a grave voice. "I- I wanted to save you, and I'm glad I did." He gazed down to the stone floor beneath his feet with a frown. "I never failed anyone."

"You failed the guardians..." Cynder began as she turned to look at him. Her face revealed slight sadness, and the fact that she trembled showed that she was unwell. "They think of me as the problem that was never really solved."

"That's not tru-."

"You failed your brother, as well as yourself too," the weak dragoness cut him off before he could finish. Her eyes drooped now, and became watery. "I nearly killed you two; and if things go wrong, I could possibly be a risk again, Spyro." She looked up, and a mixture of anger, sadness, and fear were revealed on her face. She showed her fangs, as she began to pant silently. A tear went down her face. "I COULD kill you, Spyro." The dragon remained silent now. Her words were strange and frightening to him. He did not understand why she would ever say this.

"AND YOU FAILED ME, SPYRO!" Cynder finally broke out into a full weep. "I FELT ETERNALLY STAINED FROM MY WRONGS, AND DEATH WAS THE ONLY WAY TO CLEANSE ME!" she shouted out. "AND NOW!" she stopped short, and began to relax. She noted Spyro's hurt glance, and recognised the fact that she had thrown away everything the dragon had done for her. A sick sensation of regret fell upon her, but she had to finish. "And now... I suffer from the consequences."

Spyro took a couple small of steps forward now. A frown remained on his face, and for a moment Cynder thought the dragon might actually do her harm for her words... finally. But as the purple dragon came to a stop, he slightly smiled.

"I guess I am useless, then..." the dragon remarked in a soft chuckle. "I guess I'm not enough for everyone. Heh, everyone knew that anyways." His smile remained constant, but a small tear trickled from his face now. "Who would expect an overweight dragonfly to do anything right." His eyes fell upon Cynder now, and the dragoness gazed up to him. As Cynder became more disappointed with herself, she looked away in sadness.

"Spyro... I'm sorry..." the dragoness spoke. "I never-."

"Don't be." The purple dragon responded. "It was mine and only my choice to save you, Cyn; it's one of the reasons I'm the one to always tend for you." His smile dissipated. "I was the one to choose that you should be saved, because I don't think death is the only way you could cleanse yourself." He suddenly gazed back, turned, and ran into the dragoness' room. For a moment Cynder believed he had left from the anger; in fact, who wouldn't? She had done yet another wrong.

But Spyro suddenly came back in, holding the cup of tea he had brought. The fine nectar was still warm, and its aroma was very welcoming to Cynder. As Spyro laid the cup down in front of Cynder, the dragoness smiled; Blueshreed tea, her favourite. She took a small sip, and felt the warmth return to her. As the dragoness smiled slightly, a large and warm wool blanket was placed on top of her. Cynder looked to Spyro, and noticed his ever common smile. He was the kindest creature in the world –as Ignitus had said- after all. His gentle innocence, and the fact that he could forgive quickly truly made him the gentlest being of them all. Spyro stood as he waited for Cynder to take another drink from her tea.

"Everyone has a second chance, Cynder. No one should be cursed to die for their wrongs, especially if they never wanted to do them," He laid down next the dragoness now, and carefully placed his tail over her back. Spyro's warmth was more than pleasing to the former Terror of the Skies. The gentle fire within him was like a gift unspoiled. He laid his head down in between his paws, as the dragon yawned. The male was tired, or so it appeared.

"Spyro...?" Cynder decided to speak, before the purple dragon sleep.

"Yeah...?"

"Am I forgiven... even if I tried to eat your brother?"

"Even if you tried to my brother, you're still forgiven."

...

"Spyro...?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks... thanks for everything."

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