The X Legacy.
Chapter 2: Getting Aquainted.
Cynder opened her eyes, she smelled something, something, BURNING! She quickly jumped up and turned to the door, and stopped. She looked around, their was no fire. She shook her head violently, did last night really happen? She looked at the silver door, and confirmed that last night did happen. The house was a cuboid, a 3 dimensional rectangle. The cuboid was split into 2 rooms, a bedroom, which Cynder was in now, and a living room, with a picture on the wall, it was small, simply framed, and had a headshot of Spyro against a black background. Cynder also noticed that there was no bathroom. "If they expect me to use a public bathroom…" as she thought this, a humming filled her ears. It was consistent for a few seconds before making a "TRAUM!" sound. When she heard this, something smashed into her from behind, the impact didn't feel physical at all, and it didn't push her forward either, it felt more as if someone had splashed warm water into her from behind, she felt a small electric shock before noticing that their was a knock at her front door, the knock sounded hollow, and unnatural against the metal. She walked into the front room and noticed for the first time the picture of Spyro. She didn't look at it for long, and aproached the door. She also noticed there was no knob, but a small, gray circle just below eye level. Cynder poked it and the door opened, revealing Untouchable. He backed a step away, because Cynder had been standing very close to the door. "For some reason, everyone thought I should show you and Spikes—" "Spyro." corrected Cynder. "—Spyro," continued Touch. "Around City 9. We call it City 9 because there are 9 super elements, each of us has one, I have Anti-Matter, anything…" he paused and looked back at the road. "…or anyone that touches me that has equal or less mass than I disentagrates. That's why I wear this cloak, it protects others from my curse." Cynder looked at him for a second before asking, "Is Spyro awake?" Touch sighed and replied as he looked at her, "No, you love is still asleep." Cynder's eyes widened and she blushed. "You know that silver kid that Created yours and Spyro's homes?" explained Touch, slightly bored, slightly mad. Mad? Why was he mad? He was helping two dragons understand his friends' plight, that was a good thing. So why was he mad? It was because he wanted to watch Doom, her flawless form, her sparking eyes, her… "Yes..." Touch snapped back to reality, he shook his head and blinked a couple times, "Uh... Yes, well, he has an alter ego named Palistine, and he's not someone you want to meet in a dark alley, anyway, he doesn't sleep, so at night, he blabs to the ceiling about stuff that happened during the day. So I was trying to find Creator, that's his name, and—" "Wait," interrupted Cynder, "You just said his name was Palistine." Touch nodded as he explained. "Yes, I did. But Creator has two people inside of his body, him, and Palistine." Cynder nodded, unaware that Spyro had awoken and was listening to their conversation. "Palistine was saying: "You'll never believe this wardrobe, but the two who came from the sky? The purple dragon and the black dragoness? Are in love with one another, what's even funnier is: They took down an ENTIRE army twice, and a full grown purple dragon, but neither have the guts to tell the other they love each other! How ridiculous is that?" So that's why I know about your relationship." he turned around and flattened against the wall of Cynder's home. "Beam." just as he said this, Beam came running down the space between Cynder's and Spyro's houses at top speed. He turned left and disappeared out of sight before reappearing going the other way. "If anyone says his name," Said Touch as he stepped back into the middle of the path. "Find a wall, and get flat. Or be trampled." he turned to Spyro's dwelling, and back to Cynder, "I think he's still asleep. Do you think we should leave him there?" Cynder nodded as she stepped onto the path. "He needs to rest, he just put a planet back together." Cynder said. "Really? That's why we all felt weightless for a minute," Touch assumed. "Well come on, I better take you to breakfast." Cynder looked at him and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?" "I mean, that it's breakfast time, we all dine together." Cynder nodded, before following him, a bit apprehensively. Sun Lighter ran down the road, past the tower, and hung a left, and ran into Shadow Storm. Sun Lighter slammed into him and crashed to the ground. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Sun Lighter said as she got up, "No, it was my fault." Shadow Storm said. Star Lighter looked at him. "How could it possibly be your fault?" she asked, Shadow stuttered for a second, then said, "I was-I was supposed to be in the tower, if I had stayed, you would wouldn't have damaged your precious form." Star Lighter looked confused. "What?" Shadow shook his head quickly. "Nothing, but I, should be going." he backed away and turned, and face planted right into Beam. "ARRGH!" yelled Shadow, Beam jumped up, and contiued to run, heading straight down the road, Shadow's vision blurred. He saw red, but his only concren was Star Lighter. He forced himself to roll over to look behind him. Star Lighter was unharmed, his vision blurred again, he tried to get up, but found he couldn't, he knew he had to heal himself, he reached within himself, and grabbed the essence that was Dark Matter. He forced it to move, to shape itself, to change, the Dark Matter entered him and replaced the pieces of him that had been destroyed, and reinforcing the ones that were weakened. In a few seconds, he was healed, he stood up, and walked into the tower, the door closed, and so did Shadow's eyes. Touch and Cynder were approaching the center of City 9, having avoided Beam twice. Cynder had never seen a city like this, it was made of metal, and it was beautiful. She then noticed a black obilisk towering above the other buildings. "What's that?" she asked Touch. "The W.E.O., Waste Eliminator Obelisk. A little something that Creator and I cooked up. It fires an invisible beam at people when they need to use the bathroom. It uses Anti-Matter to destroy any form of waste." explained Touch. "Much better then a bathroom." Cynder guessed that was what shot her when she woke up. "I see." Cynder said. "And this is where we all dine, Biosphere calls it; The Dining Dome, which is weird, but very descriptive because it's, a dome. So I guess the name fits." Touch shook his head, "I've almost been trampled by a nut, and now I'm babbling for no reason. Worst tour guide, best weirdo. We sort of all are." Touch said as he entered the dome, as soon as Cynder stepped in, the smell of food assailed her nostrils. She also smelled other alien aromas. The room was a perfect circle with a mosaic floor. The dome itself was made of glass. In the middle of the room was a C shaped table, and on Cynder's right, a table laden with food, some Cynder had seen, and eaten, before, some that she had never seen, and one or two things that looked like something that had just died. There were 5 other dragons in the dome besides Cynder and Touch. She recognized Daybringer, Moonshine, and Biosphere. "Let's hope the toast didn't decide to wake up as charcoal." said Touch as he approached a seat marked, Untouchable. Cynder didn't know what to do, she just stood their looking around in wonderment. "Beam." someone said. Immediately, everyone got airborne. Cynder flattened herself against the wall, Beam came dashing through the door opposite Cynder. And blazed around the room in a circle, grabbing something from the serving table on every pass. Taking a plate, 2 eggs, some bacon, 3 pancakes, a slice of bread, a fork, and a knife. Then he disappeared out the way he came. Everyone glided down to their seats and continued to eat. Meanwhile, Spyro was reflecting on what he had heard. Palistine was right. He didn't have the guts. He would battle an entire army without hesitation, but he couldn't say those three words to Cynder: I love you. He opened his door and looked at the picture of Cynder on the wall. It was framed identically to Cynder's picture of him, but his was a full picture of Cynder's entire body, not just her head. Spyro looked at the picture for a minute. He then heard a strange humming, it lasted about three seconds before a "THRUM!" echoed in his ears. Half a second later, he felt something hit him on his side, the smack didn't hurt or move him at all. A second later, he felt a little electric shock. He looked behind him to see if there was anyone behind him, which there wasn't. He walked out of the small structure he was in, he saw the W.E.O. towering above the city, occasionally firing at a dome in the center of the city. He decided to go to this dome to see if there were anybody there. He flew there, looking at the buildings beneath him, when he was over the dome, he could see into the inside, because it was glass. He peered at the strange dragons, each one was unusual. He saw Cynder by the entrance facing the two houses where he and Cynder had slept. One of the dragons looked at his shadow, then looked up, it was a silver dragon, young and small. He waved for him to come down, and pointed to the serving table. Spyro climbed down, and wondered what would be the first thing he said to her. He walked into the dome, Cynder was standing by the serving table looking around. "Hi." was apparently the first thing he would be the first thing he would say to her. Cynder whirled around and ran over and hugged him. Spyro returned the embrace. "Excuse me, but if you want to eat hot food, I suggest you do so now." It was Moonshine, who wanted to know what Cynder thought of her cooking. Spyro and Cynder held the embrace for a second longer before separating. Creator muttered, "Palistine, you were right." He looked the other direction and said in a voice that was deeper and more grown up, "Course! I see all the details you don't." He looked the other direction again, his voice returning to normal. "Sure you do." Spyro picked up a plate and put some bacon on it and what ever other meat he could find, Cynder did the same, but she put a small piece of egg on hers. The two sat down at the large table in unused chairs labeled: "Guest.". Daybringer was zapped by W.E.O., but nobody seemed to notice. Cynder tried the egg, it tasted a bit odd, but it was nice, Sun Lighter stood up and zapped her plate on fire and watched it burn away before walking out of the dome. Cynder turned to her left and saw Touch sitting there nibbling a piece of toast and watching Doom. Cynder asked him, "What is it you do all day?" he snapped out of his trance and looked at Cynder and replied. "Me personally? I uh, mainly… follow Doom around." he finished quickly. "Ohhh." she said. "Yeah if you think that's weird, then get this; you know Shadow Storm? The black guy? He's 36 and has a crush on Sun Lighter." Cynder raised her eyebrows in surprise. "How is that possible?" she asked. "Because we're weirdos. Each and everyone of us is weird in some way." He replied simply. Cynder smiled as she looked at Spyro beside her. Spyro pretended not to notice, but he did. "Spyro and I are both weirdos, I have 4 elements that everyone thinks are evil, Spyro is a purple dragon, which is only born once in a millennium." "And you came from a portal in the sky!" added Creator from across the table. "Yeah." Cynder agreed. She could tell this was a nice place, everyone was friendly, no one fought, it was an excellent place for them to stay. Shadow Storm crawled up the stairs, mourning that Star Lighter would never love him, halfway up the stairs, he heard something crash. He raced to the top and peered out, he saw nothing. But he could have sworn he heard something. Shadow Storm collapsed to the floor, closing his eyes, squeezing the tears out, and falling asleep. They say there was a special species of spider that would write predictions in its webs. No one has found such a spider, but if Shadow storm had looked up, he would have seen the words: "And the Machines arise." Printed in a spider's web.