Chapter 2
'Bye Mom!' Mithura called as he ran to Cyril for his daily training routine. 'I'll be back by eight!'
Tyraidor giggled and flapped her wings. 'Bet I'll get to the training grounds before you!' she laughed. Even though she was the youngest she was the only one who could fly as of yet. Suddenly, she remembered something and turned to Cynder. 'Oh yeah, Mom?'
'Yeah?'
'I'm nearly finished perfecting my Fear screech, listen!' She drew a deep breath and let out a blood-chilling shriek.
Cynder pretended to mock her. 'Call that a Fear screech? Hah! Pathetic! Watch this!' Cynder opened her mouth, arched her back and screamed so loudly and so terrifyingly that birds refused to go near the Temple for about a year afterwards. 'You just have to arch your back and sort of stretch the corners of your mouth and I'm sure you'll get it.'
Tyraidor nodded. 'Thanks, Mom!'
She turned and flew after her brother, laughing, 'I'll get you!'
Lunar scowled. 'Why do they both have elements and I don't?' she scowled, for the billionth and fourth time in her six-month-long life. Spyro just threw her a look over his shoulder that said, Don't annoy us with such trivial things. She sighed and curled up sulkily. 'I bet I'm the only dragon on earth who doesn't have an element,' she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she had an idea. 'Hey Mom, can I see your element attacks?'
Cynder was confused. 'Um, sure, but let's go outside first 'cause I don't want to damage anything.'
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'Ok, Lunar, this is Poison.' Cynder narrowed her eyes with concentration and made a hissing noise, deep in her throat. A deep green gas came spilling out of her jaws and killed a nearby rosebush. 'Then there's Wind.'
She stood up on her hind paws and beat at the air with her wings. A large tornado formed and howled, its winds tearing up the grass and flattening Lunar. Cynder walked over to her, laughing, and hauled her to her feet.
'Next, there is Shadow.' She stood again and curled her claws, rotating them, and what looked like a large purple dragon claw came into existence and crushed a wall a few metres away. 'I think you've seen more Fear than you can bear, haven't you?' she grinned. 'Wanna try Shadow. Stand up on your hindquarters and curl your claws like this,' Cynder said, demonstrating.
Lunar stood up and frowned, trying to keep her balance. She eventually managed to stay upright long enough to attempt the claw position. She rotated them, trying to remember what Cynder had done.
'No, like this,' Cynder said, and arranged her paws for her. 'There. Now, I want you to imagine the darkest thing you have ever seen. Focus on it! Let it fill your mind. Now, transfer the dark to your paws. Imagine it is the only thing that exists there, between them. Focus! Now open your eyes and aim.'
Between Lunar's paws was, indeed, a small ball of Shadow. But never as Cynder had seen it before. It was a much darker purple than hers and it radiated something that hers never had. Pure danger.