Let my Fire Guide you Home

A/N: Hey guys, three things i wanted to say...

1: First off I want to grat Given-Inside again for all the help he has given me. He is a great person and his skills are superior.... i really hope to be like him in writing one day.

2: I am sorry but this fic had to go to M. I was planning to put it there sooner or later and its better to do it now that it has a mature scene.

3: I just wanted to say a small story that happened to me today (11/16/08) that hurt me inside. I go to a restaurant, and see a homeless begging to the place to give him food. He was not even asking for so much. It was no more then 2 dollars, but the people where denying him and where threatening to call the police on him. I felt sorry, he was thin, real thin, and asked for bearly anything. While what I would order compared to him was compared to a pig. In the end, someone with a kind heart did pay for his food. That man was under the hands of god. He assisted this soul... and it was not even that much.

Sorry for making this so long, but here is the chapter J

Chapter 2- Avalar:

"Avalar..." Cynder took a large breath as she saw the heavily guarded wall that surrounded the town. They walked through this excess of defense and looked around at the renovated village. This place was not what it was before. Great walls went from mountain to mountain, blocking the entire valley and making it unable for foreigners or enemies to cross into them undetected. A proud archer stood at his post inside a tower that was forged into the wall. His entire face was covered in a leather mask, giving him an intimidating look, and the armor across his body made him appear even more menacing.

"Yes, our creation, Cyn." Spyro put a wing around her body and brought her closer as several troops marched by, their heavy armor, a pure metalloid giving a promise of mercy to those who wore it, clanking and clattering as they powerfully soldiered on. Cynder felt a shiver run down her back as the felines continued on their way. The force that was marching by brought memories of her disturbing past back into her mind. A tear trickled down her cheek as she came to thoughts of pain and death. Despite the dark memories she proceeded on.

"Let's go," she muttered, trying to hide her tears from Spyro

Buildings, but not of too much height appeared everywhere the two dragons walked by. Merchants shouting from their stalls flooded the crowded place with a most obnoxious sound. As they walked forth, more and more tears trickled from Cynder's face and down into the hard sandy floor. Spyro noticed the dragoness's tears and turned to face her.

"Why are you crying, Cyn?" the young male asked. He gave an expression of concern for her and brought himself closer to her side.

"It's just..." hesitated Cynder slightly. Would she want to concern Spyro? She sighed I guess I do have to tell him about it. She thought. It's better then to keep it to myself. She frowned and turned to face him. "The soldiers just brought back memories." Spyro brought his tail to hers and wrapped them together in an affectionate bond. He finished the connection by placing the very tip of his tail right in between the crescent shaped cut of her blade tip.

"Cynder, please don't cry," said Spyro in a lowered tone.

"Why not?" asked Cynder curiously.

"I... just don't like when people cry." He introduced a soft smile. "Especially when it's you." Suddenly seriousness struck him. Stopping, he looked her right in the eyes. "Cynder, from now on I want to see a smile on your face all the time. We are not in our past any longer. No more pain, no more fear; we are free!" He tightened his grip on her tail as they continued to stare into each other's eyes deeply. "Free to love whoever you want."

Both dragons remained still in the midst of the crowd. The stare of true passion was shot from both of them, and their hearts began to race. Cynder placed her paw on his again and looked down at her claws as they entangled together harmoniously with his own in the soil.

"I guess you're right," she said, pressing her head to Spyro's. The purple dragon blushed deeply and exhaled softly. The amount of affection became too heavy for him to bear, so he turned his head and looked back towards the direction they had been heading to. She brought her head up to his strong neck and kissed it softly, but minding not to do it with so much suction. She was clearly aware of what happened to flesh when it had been chaffed too much, especially around the neck area. Spyro blushed even deeper. An expression of horror suddenly struck when he felt a rush of blood run to a vital spot. He looked down and noticed what had come out for an unexpected visit. Instantly he shifted the position of his legs to keep the object away from Cynder's view.

"Heh heh, you know, we should really get going," said Spyro in a nervous tone. Cynder chuckled softly and looked over his legs to find the "exciting" surprise Spyro had created. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped slightly. Spyro noticed his erection had been detected by her and suddenly dropped his head in humiliation

"Spyro, you're..." The dragoness said but cut short. Spyro shifted position again covering himself from her. Cynder had never seen that extension he had before in her life this close. In the many books she had read she had studied the male dragon body, but this was up-close. He had gone for his necessities before in the adventures they had, but this had never come out. Spyro blushed deeper and felt that he was going to die from embarrassment.

"Cynder, can we just go?" He asked.

"But..." said Cynder.

"I'm sorry," the purple dragon quickly answered.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Spyro," she said, holding the bright mental image of Spyro's dragonhood deep inside her mind. "Let's go."

They went across many streets and reached the largest building in the metropolitan area. As they got closer, a sign became legible to them; it said "GOVERMENTAL OFFICE". They came in and were instantly aware of disputing. It was Hunter's strong voice that alarmed the young ones.

"We cannot continue to expand! It is already hard enough for our hunters to find prey now. If we scare them off again, I don't think this town will even be able to feed their young!" They heard what sounded like a fist pound on a table. Both walked through two heavy doors that separated a large hall from the rest of the complex. They came in and saw Hunter standing in front of a table where grand leaders sat. His cloak seemed to be over his shoulder from a series of aggressive movements, and all the fancy clothed felines in the seat of power gave an expression of surprise.

This must be a heavy argument, thought Spyro. The purple dragon looked over to Chief Prowlus who paced back and forth across the room with a look of strain. Without even paying attention to the dragons that where present, he turned to the three wise looking ones in a corner of the room. The three: A yellow jitter-ball, an ice blue colored dragon, and a green one, that stood taller and more proud then the rest. These guardians also paied no attention to the incomming visitors in complete concentration to the meeting.

"My friend is right," spoke Prowlus "This development has become a more of a disaster then goodness that you three had promised."

"We are quite remoursed, sorry, asking for forgiveness," said Volteer in fast speech "We cannot control the development the town makes, we are just not of that power." Hunter turned to look at the three, giving a soft snarl. His action intimidated the proud standing dragons, causing them to slightly shrink in their posture.

"Yes you can! You were the ones that..." in the corner of his eye he noticed the purple one sitting on his haunches and turning his head in question. He looked over to him in shock and gave a small fake smile reforming his posture along with the other members in the room who now payed attention to the savior. "Oh! Spyro... you're back from your break, heh heh." He threw his cloak over onto his back keeping his expressed friendliness.

"We are causing great troubles aren't we?" said Spyro in a mellow tone. Hunter frowned at him.

"N-no, it's...." he looked over to the rest of the group with a face of shame. Hunter knew that Spyro and Cynder had been working hard day and night to grow this town to what it was now. It had helped in many ways, but food was his main concern. "It's nothing we can't fix." Spyro looked down in shame.

"Well," said one of the felines in the seat of power "Let's go to our next topic." Hunter dropped his shoulders knowing that the man intended not to get Spyro or Cynder in the arguement. Another member of the group opened an acient scroll filled with topics of conversation while Spyro and Cynder did not say a word.

"Lets see," said the feline with a deeper voice "You Guardians have created a new system for our locking mechanisoms in doors. Explain that." Terrador stood up on his four legs and cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Assembly of choice, this new system for the doors is a complex one," Terrador said. He walked over to Spyro and patted his head softly in attempt to be the fatherly figure Ignitus was, but Spyro shrugged his head to get Terrador to stop. He felt uncomfortable about that. Ignitus was the only one that had that privilige. Terrador put his paw down and looked back at the assembly. "But I will explain it as simply as I can. All the doors from now on will be closed and opened by verbal command. We have set up a magic charm all around town to cause that." Terrador left Spyro's side feeling slightly rejected. He walked over to Hunter now. "Not only will this be a leasure for people to only have to speak to open and close doors, but it will also serve for protection." The strong wise dragon smiled "You may ask how now... I will explain. One, this system will be commanded by personal voice so only the owner of the building and those he allows the permission to open willingly can do this." He looked down to Hunter at his side. The nightly assasin paid attention to his strong deep voice. He looked back at the assembaly. "And two, this voice system will not be controlled by our common langauge, but an acient one called Shirano, or what it translates to directly: 'Dragon speech'." Terrador rose his wings high in pride as he looked back at Spyro and Cynder. They also gave great attention to thier new lead Master "This makes it harder for hostiles because not only do they have to break a complex magic system, but also learn several words of this lost langauge that so far we only know," Hunter rose an eye ridge in question, obviously not understanding Terrador's explanations.

"Hold on. You will teach the town the coding right?" Terrador nodded "How will this be efficient against enemies if the enemies are within our walls and have infiltrated?" The earth guardian sighed and dropped his head figuring that sooner or later that would be asked.

Heh, The wise at thier foolery I would say, thought Cynder. The dragoness turned to look at Spyro who attentantly paid attention to the continuence of this argument that Cynder was no longer interested about. She placed her tail softly ontop of Spyro's and began to wrap the two together. The purple dragon instantly turned his attention to her as she concentrated hard to complete this task. Spyro helped her finish wrapping their two tails together as he smiled at her.

"Hey Cyn," said Spyro in a low tone, attempting not to interupt the meeting with his out of topic conversation. "Holding up?"

"Not really," Cynder whispered back. "This is becomming an endless stream of meaningless arguments." She frowned slightly. "And I'm hungry." Spyro chuckled and put his paw over hers. The purple dragon softly patted it in affection.

"Oh, well then... we have to fix that." he rubbed his head against hers. "Let's go get you some food." Cynder smiled again and chuckled as they quietly walked out of the room taking no attention from the members of the dispute.

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Spyro and Cynder walked out of the meeting room and took another route in the massive hall. This strain in the building lead them to a shady room. A cracked door hung open on its hinges to let the fresh air of day in. They walked into the dusty interior only to meet up with a scarlet dragon that was searching frantically through some of the shelves hanging on the walls. The dragon looked around through numerous shelves untill he reached for something in one of the lower compartments. He then dug deep and grasped onto an object. He pulled out a small scrubber and smiled.

"Umm... Blaze?" asked Spyro, causing Blaze to turn. His face was covered with dirt and grime, but his illuminating green eyes took attention from that. He looked a little older then the purple dragon and his companion, but still had a spark of youth inside. However, something on his face said that he was not fully matured.

"Oh! H-h-hi Spyro," Blaze stammered after nodding his head in courtesy. He then turned to Cynder. "And hello to you too Cynder." The couple smiled in return.

"How are you, Blaze?" asked Cynder. The dragon suddenly shot around as he began to search for yet another object.

"Well... busy," Blaze said as he searched in haste. He found a small bar of soap and took it before turning to face the dragons again. "Being the assembly's pageboy isn't the easiest job around, but whatever it takes to keep me and Frost fed must be done." He walked out of the room followed by Spyro and Cynder. He got to a place where the floor clearly had a stain and began to scrub it, using his entire forepaw strength to push on the little annoyance even more. "Not only do I have to be running all around town sending messages, but when I'm not doing that, I'm scrubbing floors." He looked up at Spyro and Cynder as he continued to work.

"Well, hard work brings good things," said Spyro proudly. Blaze nodded as he looked back at the floor; the stain was gone. The Scarlet dragon stood up and walked around a little through the small section looking for more grime, but his good hard work had been done. Blaze sighed softly and wiped his forehead clean with his left wing.

"Done for now." Blaze smiled in an exhausting attempt to look well. Spyro patted him in the back praising the scarlet one.

Heh, thought Spyro. It's the people, the poor, the workers are the foundation of civilization. Not us the hero, the government. Blaze glanced at him

"Well anyways," said Blaze, "are you here for anything in specific I could help you in? It would be an honor to do that." Spyro smiled softly in return.

"We are just looking for a place to get some food." The black dragoness walked to Spyro's side and laid her head on his shoulder. "She's hungry."

"Oh... well now that I'm done, maybe I could invite you two to have dinner with me and Frost." He walked back into the storage with the couple and returned his working tools to where they belonged. "It would be amazing to have you two there, and I'm sure Frost would not mind." Spyro and Cynder nodded simultaneously, accepting his offer. Blaze looked pleased at their response. "Well, let's get going then. I'm sure Frost has a good dinner set up."

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Blaze lead both dragons out of the Governmental Office and into the town. Once again the nuisance of crowded streets and sounds of aggravation surrounded them, but that did not last for long. They walked through several avenues and until they reached an alleyway. They all went in guided by Blaze. "We're almost here," he said. He took another turn in the alley, making it more of a labyrinth then Spyro and Cynder expected. "So tell me, you two, what brings you two to do such great deeds?"

What are we now, Gods? Thought Cynder. They walked through several homesteads that where all wall to wall. The streets that the three dragons walked upon were dirty and full of poverty. Cynder caught a glance of a cheetah that stood at the frame of his door. He stared at her, fixating his eyes on her every step. A sick lustful expression appeared on his face as their eyes connected. He gave her a sadistic grin as he realized that she had recognized his obsessive eye contact.

"Tsk," he shot out in a whisper. Cynder jumped in shock at the fact that he could even react. She was in a way praying he would not do this. A wild craving dwelled in his eyes. "Babe, babe. I'm always here if you want something... interspecies." The black dragoness recoiled at his comment and scooted closer to Spyro. She rubbed her body against his, but Spyro was not paying attention to her, rather the road ahead.

Spyro," Cynder nervously whispered to him, placing her paw worriedly over his. "Help."

The purple dragon's gaze turned back to her as she shivered from the feline's continuous bizarre stares. Spyro shot his glance up to what she was looking at and noticed the offense from the cheetah as well. He protectively put his wing around her and brought her tight to him creating a glare.

"Oh I see. Busy girl," lisped the cheetah. Spyro growled lowly as they walked farther in the alleyways and past the feline.

In time they arrived to Blaze's house.

"We're here," sighed Blaze "Home sweet home."

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