The Painful Homeward Flight

Spyro and Cynder flew for the rest of the day without stopping. Spyro passed tte time by gazing at the emerald forests, sapphire lakes and white diamonds rivers rushing along below below or talking to Cynder. He did his best to keep his mind off his hurts but it was impossible and he was slowly being driven mad by the pain. All that kept him going was Cynder' his will of diamond and his excitement about being reunited with his dragonfly foster parents. He knew roughly the direction they should be going by using the sunrise and sunset however he hoped they would pass something familiar soon.

"Hey Spyro, Isn't the Swamp right next to the Dragon Temple." Asked Cynder

"Yeah it should be but the Temple fell into the planet's core didn't it?"

"No I don't think so. The Temple wasn't there when we were fighting Malefor in the planet's core" Cynder answered.

Spyro shrugged then concentrated on maintaining his balance as a gust of wind buffeted him. The pain was so excruciating it almost stilled his wings. Spyro flew on resolutely for another ten minutes. Cynder clutched her stomach and groaned again. Suddenly Spyro realized what was wrong with her as a pain shot up his stomach.

"Cynder are you hungry?"

"Hungry isn't the word… Blooming starving is more like it."

"Why didn't you say," asked Spyro concerned

"I just didn't want to appear weak." She answered weakly.

"WHAT!" This time Spyro really did fall out of the sky in surprised. Cynder gasped then flipped into a steep dive to follow Spyro. Unexpected fatigue made her landing rough and painful while Spyro had managed to right himself and land properly.

"What did you mean you didn't want to appear weak?" launched in Spyro before Cynder could speak.

"Remember who I grew up with."

"Yeah apes."

Correct," she whispered, her eyelids and wings were drooping with fatigue and her scales were lacklustre. With the apesyou had to fight for your food and because I was different they all hated me and I was bullied so much that I could barely stand let alone fight. They ganged up on me so I wouldn't be able to get a meal. Basically it was me against them in a Survival of the Fittest and a lot of the time I lost. It amused them to no end. Gaul even joined in a few times when I was in evil large form. Ha I was out for at least a week if that happened." She trailed off.

"Well in case you haven't noticed." Spyro snapped "I am not an ape."

"I never…"

"Call me a dragonfly fine I grew up with them so they may have rubbed off on me a bit. You're not with apes anymore so stop acting as if you are." growled Spyro angrily.

Cynder was equally angry "I know you're not an ape," she screamed "However you, Ignitus and the other guardians are the only dragons, beside Malefor who I've actually met. I don't know what dragons do, think, say, like, hate or whatever."

Spyro started to protest but Cynder cut him off with a roar so loud Spyro had to cover his sensitive dragon ears. Cynder stopped roaring and started trembling with suppressed rage hunger and exhaustion. Spyro just limped off to a nearby forest. He had been gone for an hour and Cynder was beginning to get worried. All of her anger had ebbed away and now she was hurt, alone and scared. Mustering up all her courage she was about to wander into the dark foreboding forest to look for Spyro when he came out with a goat between his jaws.

"Well you said you were hungry."

They ate in silence for a while and tried to rest their tired limbs. The argument had been brushed aside like leaves in the wind. Or maybe not.

"Cynder how many dragons do you think I've actually met and got to know?" Asked Spyro seriously

"I dunno dozens probably." answered Cynder.

"Hah you're either jesting or you really don't know the real answer is five."

"FIVE!"

"Yup. You, Ignitus, Terrador, Cyril and Volteer."

"Guess you're in the same boat as me then."

"You could say that. Sometimes I act dragonfly coz I don't know how to react to some things.

Cynder laughed at the thought of it.

"Oh gosh I've just thought of something." exclaimed Spyro suddenly. Cynder looked at him curiously.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"You need to know about dragonfly culture."

Spyro babbled on for about an hour about different things. He told Cynder about what dragonflies to avoid and how to react to each and every individual dragonfly. He told her what was accepted and what wasn't. He also told her to keep her temper in check. She growled at this but he cut her off.

"I mean it," he hissed. "The dragonflies don't look it but if offended they are powerful enough to rip us to bits. Not even the fact I am practically one of them would save me if they were annoyed enough."

Cynder was about to scoff at him but thought agsinst it. Spyro knew what he was talking about.

"Holy Dragonfire that is a lot, this will be harder than I thought" acknowledged Cynder.

Spyro nodded. When they had finished eating Spyro lit a small fire and the two young dragons slept next to each other beside the fire. Somewhere near however, trouble was brewing.

Two grotesque creatures that resembled lizards with matted fur all over their bodies were hiding not far away. Green gunk hung from their mouths and their claws were so crusted with muck they were barely visible. The stench the creatures gave off was terrible and killed all nearby animals. The larger one spoke in a long hissing voice.

"No we cannot kill him remember our master wants him alive."

"But I want to kill something snarled the smaller one."

"Well he didn't specifically mention the female."

So trouble is on the horizon for Spyro and Cynder . Hey Bluesilverdragoness thanks for the review. Please R&R