Ch. 5 Is the story interesting yet?!!!

"Umm, Spyro I do think you should clean yourself more often," commented the nursing dragon to his soot covered body. She was newly appointed just a week ago. The Elder nurse had retired. Her name was Jubale. She is a rosy-purplish coloration and her eyes an aqua-green. Her manner is gentle yet stern.

"Yes, ma-am."

"And Cynder, keep your back from slouching so much! You look like the apes!"

"All right, Jubale."

Jubale nodded in satisfaction and padded over to another nest to attend to a screaming hatchling. Cynder stared down at Satyr, trying to will him awake to see his beautiful eyes. She wanted to know their color.

"Cynder, what are you looking for," prompted Spyro, gently. "Hmm?"

"Just looking," she said absentmindedly. Cynder turned dramatically and walked quietly out into the hallway. Spyro followed closely behind.

"I never knew that this would happen," she whispered to herself.

"What is it?"

She spun around and took up a defensive position. Her eyes were wet and her horns seemed drooped.

"Spyro, he's corrupted!"

"How do you know?"

"I just know! He's growing unnaturally! This is the same thing that happened to me when the dark forces took my egg from the Temple!"

"Well, then we must stop whatever's causing this hatchling of ours to be corrupted!"

"HOW! We don't even know where the source is! We don't even know how long we have until this condition get out of hand! We're helpless, Spyro!"

By now, Cynders tears had broken and flowed freely over her cheeks. Spyro stepped forwards and pressed his cheek to her tear stained face. She ducked her head under his chin and cuddled against his chest.

"What'll we do?' she wept.

Spyro was unsure. But he comforted Cynder none the less, "We'll figure out something."

Sparx appeared in the hallway. "Guys!"

"Yeah," asked Spyro. "What's up?"

Sparx couldn't control his excitement. "Spyro! There was a book a-a-a-and it was about wh…it was…wow! It was-and ya gotta see it…and yeah!"

"Sparx," Cynder said calmly "Just calm down a minute and speak slowly." Then we can get what you're saying.

"Terrador's reading a book about wind guardians and I read some while he was gone and it was amazing!" he stammered.

"Wait, wait. Wind Guardians?" asked Cynder.

"That's peculiar." said Spyro. "Why is he reading about such dragons all of a sudden?"

"Why not?" asked Cynder.

"It's just all too odd for me. Lets go and check it out!" Spyro said.

"Sounds all right to me." muttered Cynder.

Sparx twirled in the air and you could hear his excited buzz. He is an insect after all.

"All right then! Let us go! To the room of Terrador to see what the heck he's reading!"

"Sparx," Cynder hissed. "You don't need to tell the whole of Warfang that!"

Sparx covered his mouth and bowed sarcastically.

Cynder snorted, "Jerk."

***

Sparx fluttered into Terrador's study, but was pulled back sharply by the wing. Spyro whispered into the little dragonfly's ear, "We can't be seen, okay?"

Sparx nodded. Cynder tip-toed into the book-shelved room first. Sparx and Spyro followed closely behind.

"Here it is, you guys," Sparx whispered. He hovered above the deer skinned cover. Inked words that have been pressed into the cover spelled Wind Guardians/Dragons. Spyro lifted the cover and read the delicate script.

It is only the mightiest who survive and the Wind Dragon

This he has proven. Through might and agility he survives.

Fear his might.

"What a beautiful entry," said Cynder.

"Yes, but what does it mean," muttered Spyro.