A/N: Weeee! CHapter 10 is here! (I'm glad, took me forever) Well i hope you all enjoy. I have fresh new ideas that are to come. (Thanks to the help of a friend, Zerophex)

Chapter 10- Growing Bonds:

For the albino dragon, killing was of no surprise. Synapse had felt as if he had been around this word 'death' all his life, even if he had truly not killed many beings; or so he thought. It was like a second nature to him, and when he had to do this, he did it with style. At times painful, at times quick and easy.

Now his new target was a black dragoness some years younger then himself. The dragon wondered why he never had held any pity for those he was to kill. Some said that if you looked the eyes of the victim before you planned their killing, you would be unable to do the task; but Synapse felt nothing like that. Perhaps that was the reason they had taken him in. He was a cold killer, and feared nothing but Guidel, perhaps; even then, he would not mind killing him once in a while.

Synapse thought of Cynder for a moment. Those cautious green eyes were an excitement to the albino dragon. To kill her, one that seemed to be held so closely by the dragon 'savior', was a charge of pure adrenaline to him; and perhaps, Guidel would give him the order to make the final blow a horridly slow one. These were the thoughts that pleased him

The dragon reached into a small torn down cabinet in his ragged room, and extracted a gauntlet built for dragon paws. These were made of a light metal plate that covered the top of the paw, a strap to hold this on, and a long sharp blade escaping the front end, like extra claws. Synapse set it aside his second gauntlet and continued to search for further armor, as he wondered how this dragoness was to fall into death's hands.

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"Well, what do we do now?" the dragonfly asked.

Spyro and Sparx were now alone, and it had been a long time since this had occurred. The purple dragon was usually aside Cynder from the moment he rose, to the moment they were called to rest. So when Sparx remained at their side, he would have to bear all their snuggling. At times, this caused him to feel some jealousy.

Spyro looked to his glowing step-brother and shrugged.

"I don't know," Spyro responded in a voice befriended towards Sparx. "I guess we wait until Cyril gives us orders." The male remained sat on his haunches, as he wondered about Cynder. Millions of thoughts surged through the savior, and left him practically immobile. The young dragon wondered of what was to happen if they moved through with making love, or if they were even ready to take this step; that would be a large step indeed. Spyro was aware of the consequences of mating, and the largest one was the possibility to cause Cynder to become gravid.

Am I ready to be a father? He asked himself. The male thought this through. He was a good apprentice, and a fine learner, but was he prepared for this task?

"Hello, world to Spyro, can you hear me." Spyro was suddenly distracted by Sparx' voice, as he waved his hand in front of his visage. The dragon blinked several times, as he fell back into reality.

"Yes?" he asked in a distracted tone. The dragonfly gleamed at him.

"You zoned out," he remarked. "What were you thinking about, anyways?" Spyro's face went down, as he gazed to the cold floor. His eyes seemed to concentrate, more other a thought then a sight, though.

"Sparx," the young dragon spoke, in a trivial tone. "Do you think I would make a good father?" Spyro's step-brother suddenly choked upon his own breath. The question caught him by surprise, and now caused him to cough violently. The purple dragon was not amused by his act, and blushed deeply.

"What!?!" he asked, the choke still not fully out. He coughed once more. "You're asking me if you'd make a good father?" The purple dragon nodded, but kept his vision to the floor. The dragonfly's shoulders dropped as he calmed after the choking attack. He looked to Spyro with curious eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Sparx," Spyro responded. "I… I just want to know if I can take that step, when it's necessary." Sparx face contorted as he smirked widely.

"So you two WERE trying to mate," Sparx confirmed his suspicions. Spyro gleamed at him, but only admitted in this way. "And I only interrupted. Ha!" The dragonfly chuckled. Spyro held a need to keep this a secret, but it was as expose as it could be.

"Yes, we wanted to mate," the dragon admitted, sorrowfully. Sparx gazed as Spyro looked down in defeat. He waved his hand towards him in a sign of peace.

"Relax," the dragonfly spoke. "I knew it was going to get sexual sooner or later. I mean hey, with a dragoness so sexy?" Spyro glanced up, a small smile on his face.

"You're right," the dragon pointed out as his figure rose up with a strong and sturdy frame. "But that's not the point. I… I want to know what you would consider about me being a father." Sparx came to put this question into consideration, but frowned the moment he remembered a fact; the fact that Cynder was barren.

Through secrecies, the dragonfly had been able to eavesdrop upon one of the guardians conversations, and heard what they spoke of. That night they had come up to the reality of Cynder; what she had been, and what she could be. This is when the truth was revealed. According to the medical exams taken for Cynder, she was indeed unfertile, and no one could do anything about it. Since that day Sparx discovered this truth he had kept it a secret. Not even such an arrogant teaser as Sparx would bring that upon the two dragons. It was common respect for his step-brother, or at least the little he had for him.

The dragonfly looked up to the male dragon as he removed the frown of his face. He checked Spyro's expressions, and was satisfied to discover he had not noticed his signs of pity for them. He smiled, and for once showed great warmth.

"You know what?" Sparx spoke. "I think you'd make a great father, Spyro." The purple dragon's face lit up; he could not believe he had just earned Sparx' blessings, in a way. "Don't panic about it, okay?" The purple dragon held his smile.

"Thank you, Sparx," the young dragon said. He moved to the dragonfly's side, and tapped his back. The male dragon did not manage his strength to well, and accidentally pat Sparx strong enough to nearly slam him against the wall across the hall. Luckily, Sparx managed to stop himself. He looked back to Spyro, a glare in his eyes.

"Don't kill me!" he exclaimed. Spyro grinned innocently.

"Sorry."

"Besides," The dragonfly stated as he crossed his arms. "If you suck, they'll still have their awesome uncle to make them cooler, and less fat, for those matters." Spyro smile did not fade. He knew his brother well, and understood his kindness was only expected for small strains of time.

"I see," the purple dragon responded, in a cautiously joyous tone. "My glowing friend."

"In fact!" the dragonfly pressed on. "I'll even have them eat vegetables, and fruits." Spyro shook his head in disagreement as he chuckled softly. "I mean jeez, you almost caused a famine in our village, had you not left in our adventure. Your fatness nearly got us all killed!" The dragon's soft, cool chuckle grew to a large, warm laugh. His wings were presented with their vivid colors and he rose them up in delight.

"I'm a dragon!" Spyro exclaimed under his lively laughter. "I couldn't help it." The glowing insect did nothing but grin.

"No matter what, Spyro," he remarked. "You'll always be a dragonfly with eating disorders in my eyes." The dragonfly could not help but to smile at his step-brother, and in a rather tender manner, at that. The purple dragon returned a kind smile as well.

"And you'll always be that gnat on my back." The purple dragon returned.

Both brothers shared a moment of sweet silence, as they both showed simple kindness to each other. Sparx was the one to break the silence though.

"Shouldn't you be doing something?" He broke the quiet that had run for a good ten seconds. The purple dragon cocked his head to side, and furrowed his eye ridges.

"And what would that be?"

"Well," He looked into the black dragoness' room, and gestured his head towards it. "Shouldn't you be reading Cynder's journal. She did tell you, after all, that you had to read it; and what's better then digging into the fright's secrets to discover confidential information?" The male dragon glared; perhaps that was not for his glowing step-brother to see.

"You're not reading it," Spyro returned, bluntly. He turned his back on the dragonfly and headed towards the room of the dragoness he loved. Sparx' eyes grew as he heard the dragon's comment, and flew to his side.

"What!?!" he complained. "Why not!?!"

"Because," Spyro returned. "Cynder told 'me' I could have a look, she never said you could." Spyro approached the small black notebook, and picked it up with his paw. He laid down in the exact same spot, and opened the book to the first page of the journal. It read:

' This is the only small amount of space that I have to speak freely of what I feel, without being severely punished by Gaul. I find some injustice in this, for I was Malefor's chosen, not him; nevertheless, the dumb baboon has some reason in speaking to me in this form. No one has the right to doubt our power, including myself.

So here, is where I will speak, and give words of what I have to tell. If I die, I don't care who is to read it, for all I am is a puppet, or so the apes have told me…'

Spyro looked upon these words, yet felt there was no need to pity. Cynder was with them, and was well taken care of. The past is of the past, and no one could take that away, not even the chronicler.

A large gash of wind suddenly rushed into the warm room, and gave the purple dragon a sweet flicker of its breeze. The wind excited the aroma that Spyro had scented when he first came in, and once more, the purple dragon was breathless. Wind was truly the sign of freedom; for as time itself, it can't be stopped.

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I am prepared to be with Spyro, even through those terms. The dragoness paced down the halls and in her way out of the Governmental building. Her pace was light and fairy-like, in signal that she was in a fine mood.

Cynder had been thinking on the subject which the purple dragon had held. She wondered if she was ready to become the bearer of Spyro son, to hold his son's egg in her womb. These strains of thoughts were reasonable, for the chances that she would make love with him were now larger. Spyro wished to have her in this form, as much as the young female wished for him as well. It was a flicker of lust that sunk into both of them, and without any resistance, placed them into deeper love with each other. There was no way that Cynder could remove the sight of the purple dragon's dreamy eyes from her thoughts now.

The dragoness firmly gripped the scroll that she had to put weight on every time she stepped. She stopped momentarily, sat down on her haunches, and decided it was time she looked to it. Cynder opened this parchment, and read the contents she was to make deliveries of.

Five full hogs, ten bags of Earth root, as well as dragonfruit, and a fine batch of ember blossoms, Cynder read in her mind, as she imagined the dinner that was to come. Fine scented, warm food, and the cheery talk of those who came; without Spyro there, though, this would be of no enjoyment. The dragoness placed the scroll in the small pouch she had to her side, and paced into the last turns of the hall. At last, she reached the doors that held the building. She came out as she pushed on the door. Just at that moment, the wind that had flown into her room brushed her cheery face. She enjoyed the cool, and smiled.

"Enjoying the breeze, eh?" a feline at the door asked. Cynder shot her gaze towards him, and recognized none other then Hunter. He stood at the gate as he had been before, bow at hand, musical instrument at side. The black dragoness cocked her head at him as she showed a sign of worry.

"You're still here?" She asked the feline. Hunter laid his head on the wall, and nodded. From the looks of it he was tired, despite how well he could cover it.

"Yeah," he responded before a long yawn escaped his muzzle; his mouth gapping open with teeth revealed. He ceased, and moved his vivid green eyes back to the dragoness. "I'll be getting rest soon, don't worry about me." The feline winked at her as he smiled crookedly. "Besides, I can't miss 'Open Feast,' the foods going to be warming to the stomach, my friend." The dragoness returned a sweet smile.

"That's true," She remarked. "Besides, if you sit on that chair all the long, you might hurt yourself." The feline suddenly burst into chuckles, his fine smile contorted into a joyous look.

"You've got that right," Hunter said. "I think I might even have some troubles getting off the chair." He picked up his fine instrument aside as he laid aside his bow. The feline began pluck the string of this object softly, as he played a slow melody. "So where's Spyro?" he asked. Cynder's tail tapped at softly on the floor in sign of excitement.

"He's in my room," she remarked, energetically. Hunter's eyes peered at Cynder's, as if he attempted to read her. "I told him he could stay there for now, reading my journal," Cynder continued as she paid no attention to this.

"So I see, my friend," the feline remarked. He smiled, as he pressed his head against the cold stone wall once more. "You and Spyro seem to be getting closer to each other." Cynder's face blushed as she nodded. The feline had noticed her excitement when they spoke of the purple dragon after all.

"Yes," she remarked to her close friend. "We're closer then we've ever been before, and I think Spyro wants to be more then what we are already." She blushed even deeper as she brought this out into public for the first time. Hunter only smiled, acceptingly.

"I understand, my friend," he stated. "Love is like fire, with a single gust of wind, it grows, and intensifies." The black dragoness grinned upon these wise words. She agreed with him with a simple nod.

"Yeah…" Cynder spoke in a dreamy voice. "I love him, a lot." Hunter returned the gesturing nod.

"So it seems," he said. "And I'm sure he's in love with you as much as you are of him." The feline jumped up but wobbled slightly as he got to his feet, as it had been expected. He put pressure on his knees so he would not fall, but glanced back to Cynder. "Well Cynder, I shouldn't be delaying you with your duties, am I correct." Cynder's gaze pressed to the bag that hung on her, as if she had just remembered she was in on duty.

"Oh!" the young female squeaked in surprise. "Right, I have to be going." She turned her fine, curved body in the direction of the street, and went off in a scamper. Hunter chuckled softly, as he waved at the hasty dragoness.

"Take care!" he shouted. "May the ancestors be with you." But it too late for the female to listen to this friendly feline's goodbyes.

And so it was that the dragoness ran on, with no knowledge that, upon this event to come, this would be the turn to the story. Here is where the blood of the innocent would spill, secrets would be revealed, and ones that found no change in their lives, would fall under something they would never expect.

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