To hold the one you love couples do eagerly. To hold the product of your love, however, is something else entirely.
Not a poem, but instead the truth, the spirit behind the Treasures of the Heart now speaks candidly in sooth. This is shipping, it's what I've done. Because by its beauty, I've been won. I believe in it and its sincerity. I adore it almost as if it were verity.
I've listen to the criticism and reveled in the favoritism, but in the end this story isn't for FanFiction tourism. It's instead written for the one who inspires me. Exists for the one whose has been so nice to me. All for the one whom I admire and aspire to mire.
You've had a profound impact on me, even from so afar. What you draw is amazing, I love it all. These words, in whole, they come from the soul. They don't belong here but will not disappear, for I'm no longer ashamed if others overhear. Overcoming the fear and sneer of a passion seen as queer has been an inspiration to which I revere. You've overcome the hesitance despite others wretchedness and produced artworks of pure elegance.
The symbolism is in the writing, of this story. It's a metaphor of what can never be for me.
The Conclusion to the Treasures of the Heart Quintet
The Product of Love
All of the guilt residing in his heart was reconciled, through a hug in which he never knew he needed until it happened. And that meant the world to Cynder. It was the final step in which she hopped was lasting happiness for the one she loved and also for the one Spyro used to love, in a way still did. It was unconventional, maybe boarding taboo and unethical, but she didn't care. She remembered how others judge her, did not trust her after what Malefor had made her do and after Spyro first rescued her, what Spyro had saved her from. That judgment still upset her, for in a way it was unfair and in a way was just. But ultimately she had redeemed herself in the eyes of who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and his opinion was all that mattered to her. So she hoped; had faith that today would mark the beginning of the rest of her life with Spyro.
"I forgot," Spyro said with sorrow, "just how much you meant to me." Both he and Crash now let go of one another as Spyro continued to speak. "I did so on purpose, because of how guilty I felt. I'm so sorry. I pushed you out of my life in a time when we needed each other the most. I need you… in my life, if you could ever forgive me."
Crash looked at Spyro before he scoffed once and smiled brightly. "On wha- on kan- di- tion."
Spyro looked at him humbly, with slight tears in his eyes for the great burden lifting off his chest. "Anything."
"No de- serts."
Spyro looked at Crash blankly before laughing. He then shoved Crash playfully before responding. "You've got a deal."
Smiling from behind, Coco spoke up. "Cynder, Spyro… thank you for being such amazing friends and being so kind to my brother. I always thought it was a terrible accident which almost killed my brother seven years ago. But maybe Crash winding up in the Realm of the Dragons was a blessing in disguise. I suffered a lot during the years my brother was hurt. But maybe with you two as such close friends now, dozens of more years of happiness will lay ahead of us."
"You're welcome Coco" Cynder spoke up as she walked closer towards everyone, no longer needing to be a silent observer. "The Fates can be very cruel and deceptively kind. The first fifteen years of my life were in forced servitude to the worst being in history, but maybe without my life starting on that path I wouldn't be standing here next to the love of my life." Cynder wasn't afraid to say it now in front of Crash or Spyro. She thought she would be, but somehow she knew what she said was true and that everyone here knew it was the truth. Hopefully, it could also be the best truth.
Spyro looked at Cynder adamantly; she said she was the love of his life. Spyro for just a split second felt awkward. Crash was right here. But to his surprise, Crash spoke next (with his… wrist thing?). "I'd- love- to- hear- all- about- the- trials- you- two- overcame- together. And- I- think- my- sister- would- as- well."
"Defiantly" Coco affirmed.
"Well," Cynder replied, "we have all day, so how about we save the storytelling for tonight. Spyro, what do you want to do? Name anything?"
She looked at me smiling, and it melted my heart. Though to a moment it made me feel strange as well. Glancing back at Crash, I can see him smiling contently as well, just how I always remembered him. Maybe he is happy just seeing me. Somehow, he's happy just knowing me, being with me. I was so afraid, that I'd have to choose between him and Cynder. And I honestly wouldn't have been able to do so. But somehow Cynder gave me the confidence to come here… and somehow I have both of them. We've all become family. No longer feeling embarrassed, Spyro looked to Crash again and spoke. "Well I've never actually had the time to properly explore N Sanity Island. What's there to do that's fun around here Crash?"
The question brought forth a confident grin for Crash instantly knew his response. "Ee- I- ll, sh- ow you."
The day, it was magical, it was everything it could have been. It was almost like the past seven years never happened, and Crash had never left my life. I… finally understand it now, why I fell in love with him. For as powerful as I am, in spite how different he and I are, even though we are from two different planes of existence, I like Crash for simply for who he is. He is an amazing being, a humble hero, and an exultant companion who simply was happy to be alive without a care for how or why things unfolded the way they have. His blissfulness was something Spyro admired, a calm sureness of his life without any distractions or troublesome thoughts weighing him down or preoccupying his mind. So despite the fact that he wasn't a dragon, couldn't fly, or comparatively was weaker than me (though he did beat Dark Spyro, so…), I respect him and in a way envy him. All my life I've been told and prophesized to become the most powerful Dragon in existence. That it was my destiny and my duty to protect all the life in my realm. I believed it and did everything I could to earn the power of the Convexity and defend the innocent from the wicked. But now that my quest was over, that I did what everyone expected and needed me to do, I want to live my life more like my best friend. And I want to live my life with my best friend as well.
And I have two of them. My brother and my soulmate. She was there with Crash, Coco, and I for the entire day, sharing in our joy and marveling in the beginning of the new life we had together. She was forced to be a deadly destroyer, but that weight on her life had been lifted so that she could also revel in the simpler moments of life. The moments that turned into memories and cemented the foundation of an unbreakable bound between families.
"Today was amazing Spyro. It still funny to me, it was only a week ago we were battling Malefor within the convexity itself, and now here we are."
"Together."
"Forever."
That made both of them smile. Their flight back to Spyro's place in Artisans had concluded. For almost the entire day and halfway through the night, they had spent with Crash and Coco on N Sanity Island. They surfed (Cynder tried and wiped out to Spyro's amusement). Coco had invented another contraption, which this time let Crash join Spyro in the air as they flew above the archipelago that was the Wumpa Islands. Though to Spyro's surprise Cynder actually offered to let Coco ride on her back. Coco was hesitant but upon further persuasion she finally agreed. Cynder and Coco seemed to have gotten along quite well today. It was strange because Spyro thought… it was an uncharacteristic move for Cynder. In the year or two that Spyro had known Cynder after he freed her from Malefor's influence, she seemed recluse and reticent to an extent. But the past week she had really changed. Ever since they were free to be together, ever since she mended the whole plaguing Spyro's heart because of Crash, she had opened up and Spyro loved her even more because of this.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They rested their heads against one another's as they closed their eyes, the equivalent of a hug for dragons.
"I fear to think of what my life would have been like without you Spyro. So much so that I now want to spend every day I have left with you."
"Let's. You and everyone I've ever known, you complete me and give me purpose. I may be a hero, but I also want to be a husband, too. I'm ready… to share my life with you."
Cynder didn't reply with words, she instead leaned forward and kissed her love. This time it was with lust. They had said everything they needed to, they both knew how much they loved each other. Spyro returned the gesture as passionately as she was and with fervor. The contact between their tongs was ecstatic, and now all which occurred from this point forward was instinctual, primal, base desires. It was a dance which represented the passion of two souls, which yearned to become one and form something larger than the sum of their parts. Cynder backpedaled while Spyro moved forward, their mouths never untwining. Cynder sat on the ground and Spyro continued to follow her, the heat of the moment intense for the both of them. It was uncharted ground, yet each knew what to do yet wasn't thinking about doing it. This wasn't for pleasure, it wasn't routine or methodical. It was intimate and slow, every moment savored as Spyro was now on top of Cynder.
It was an action of pure love, a dance to yield a product of love.
Cynder couldn't contain her anxiety inside herself for much longer, and impatiently waited for Ember to return. This was Ember's specialty after all; she was supposed to help her in any way possible. Again Cynder waited for the prognoses today, for the previous two were disappointing as well.
Ten seconds later, Ember returned. Her face said it all, but she spoke anyway. "I'm… sorry Cynder. You're not pregnant."
The news deflated all of her hopes. It had been four mounts and she continually maintained her period schedule despite her and Spyro's several attempts to impregnate. What was it then, it didn't make any sense yet it tore at her so. This was their chance; this was their path to peace, at forming a family, being parents and experiencing all the joy that brought in their new lives together. And it shouldn't have taken this long. She should be able to do this.
"I'm going to recommend you continue the flower supplements, and also continue to wait till about four to two days before your period to mate with Spyro, okay."
Mate… like if it was had no meaning or purpose besides producing offspring. But ultimately, it was what she wanted. What she needed. She never had a normal childhood. That was robbed from her. Why can't she now raise a child the way she never was? Why can't she have this with her soulmate? Spyro at first was not concerned with the prospect of having children. The first time they ever had intercourse, it was a moment of pure elation for the both of them, a spontaneous event they both craved. And after that, they continued to do so, though in regular intervals and preplanned rather than spur of the moment type deals. But as the months passed by, he had to have grown suspicious. He was waiting for the news that he'd become a father but every day Cynder never had the chance to tell him. Spyro had also never talked about it openly, of why Cynder hadn't become pregnant yet. But he has to be thinking about it! I want to do this for him, share this bliss with him! So why can't I! At this point Cynder was beginning to cry.
"Cynder, I know this is hard but don't give up hope. And know it's not your fault. Sometimes these things take time, but it's always worth the wait."
"Why…" Cynder responded a few seconds after Ember had spoken. "Why is this happening to me? You're the fertility specialist here; it's your chosen magical profession. So tell me why. Why can't I have a child?"
"I never said you couldn't Cynder. And be mindful that you and Spyro's fertility issues may not be entirely dependent on you. Maybe you and Spyro should come together one day. See if I can't help him as well as help you."
Cynder shook her head. This had nothing to do with him, she could feel it, knew it was true. She had been on Ember's regiment of herbs and whatever in vain attempts to increase her fertility, but it wasn't helping, and Cynder knew it never would. And Spyro was perfectly healthy; there was nothing wrong with him on his end. Four months ago she thought she had found everlasting happiness. Today that dream was in shambles. Still crying, Cynder turned around and took of flying.
"Cynder wait!"
What am I going to do? What was I going to say to Spyro? This was the point of them loving each other the way they did. She contemplated running away. She couldn't face the grief in confronting Spyro and telling him that she… couldn't do this for him. But the thought reminded her of something else. Of how Spyro had fled from Crash in a similar bout of grief, and that had caused both of them immense suffering for seven years. No, she can't run from this, can't face it alone. I… have to… tell… The thought of doing so is too hard. But what else can I do? Wait… could she help me?
Cynder flew to the Professor's Island and used the portal arc there to travel to N Sanity Island. Spyro and Crash today had agreed to do something at a fireworks factory for the day, which meant Coco was by herself. Cynder hadn't ever shown up to Coco's dimension alone ever since she first came four months ago to see her brother Crash. Since then Cynder had come to think of Coco as a close friend, and what she was about to ask Coco today she could do because of how close they'd become.
Coco came to the front door and was surprised to see who was there. "Cynder!? What brings you here? I was sure Spyro and Crash wouldn't return till later tonight. It's been awhile since they've had a day alone together. I'm happy for the both of them."
"Coco," Cynder said with obvious sorrow in her voice, "I need to ask you something. Maybe you can help."
Sensing the turmoil in Cynder's voice, Coco changed tone before she spoke once more "Certainly. Come inside."
In her living room, Cynder explained all of what has been happening between her and Spyro. Knowing how brilliant Crash's sister was, Cynder held out hope that maybe she could… do something to help her.
"Does Spyro know of this? I'm sure he's devastated."
"Spyro and I… no. I can't… I don't want to face him and tell him I can't do this for him. I love him with all my heart, and having a child together is all we've wanted together."
Coco was silent for a moment before she responded. "Believe me when I say I know the feeling of wanting offspring. Though my situation is a little different than yours, being one of the only two of my kind, I've often wondered and desired to become a mother myself. I also haven't shared these thoughts with my brother, for he hasn't really thought much about what happens when both he and I… pass."
Cynder felt such a string of sympathy just then, for she had never considered this plight which now so obviously hangs over Coco's head.
"I never thought of that… I'm so sorry Coco."
"Don't be. I'll do anything I can to help Cynder. It's what friends are for. I'll warn you the tests and procedures I will need to conduct are quite invasive, but they are necessary."
"Whatever it takes. And I can't thank you enough for doing this."
"You gave me my brother back. It's the least I can do."
True to her word, Coco began a series of tests and collected several samples from Cynder over the course of the next week and told Cynder to come back in a few days… with Spyro, for it was important. Coco had told Cynder that she should tell Spyro about this, for it impacted him too and it was the fair thing considering they were in this together. Cynder was reluctant at first, but she knew she was right. Spyro had a right to know. So the same day she went to speak with Coco, she waited for Spyro to return from his day with Crash and waited for him to tell her of how well their day went. She then broke the news to him, why after four months she hadn't become pregnant. Of how her trips to a Dragon fertility specialist proved fruitless and how in she went to see if Coco could be of any help. When she finished, Spyro looked at her calmly, warmth in his eyes.
"You never have to be afraid to tell me anything, Cynder. Know that. I'll love you no matter what."
"I just… want to be able to do this… for us."
"I look forward to the day I get to become a parent. It'll be a new experience for the both of us. Neither of us… really had parents of our own. It'll be something we learn to do together."
"Have you... given any thought at what we'll name our child?"
"I see your confidence is already growing. And I'm pretty sure that's half of what it takes to become a parent."
"No, you're one half of what it takes, and I'm the other."
"Very true. You know we could… try again tonight and see if we get lucky?"
Cynder laughed before she responded, Spyro somehow finding the perfect way to brighten her mood, which she loved about him. "Oh you're so immature, maybe we should wait."
"Oh come on, I've saved the world. That has to count for something!"
"Goodnight Spyro. We leave for Coco's first thing in the morning."
Crash took a seat next to the fireplace and waited curiously. Coco had told him what today was about, and he felt so awful. Spyro and Cynder deserved this, they were meant for each other. Though saying that still felt just a tad bit weird. Four months ago I had gained my life back all at once after seven years of a haze. And somehow after first meeting Cynder I knew she loved Spyro… as much as I did seven years ago. So when she and Spyro both came to confront me four months ago, I forgave him… and let Spyro go. It… was so hard. Before I passed out and fell into a comma, I was ready. I found out I loved him and was willing to go wherever that meant. I… still want to. But, I know… have to remind myself that, though what Spyro and I had was special, too many things had changed since then. And… our love couldn't ever amount to anything… special. We couldn't have a child together, like how Cynder and Spyro wanted. They were perfect for one another… I wasn't going to be in the way of that. Fortunately, I was still apart of Spyro's life as his friend… and not his soulmate…
Coco greeted Spyro and Coco and provided them with something to drink (in bowls) before she got started. She had some depressing news to deliver, though she was not without hope... or a plan.
"Cynder, when you told me of what Malefor did to you fifteen years ago, when he stole you from your birthplace and augmented you into being a maleficent, fully grown dragoness, the story seemed so tragic in its ownright. Thought today, I believe I've discovered that process has harmed you in more ways than one."
"What do you mean?" Cynder said softly. That traumatic experience, even though she was merely a newborn infant, still traumatized her, for as her body was magically and invasively transformed into an adult, she began to gain consciousness and felt and understood the pain coursing through her, as she was bound by several chains to be conditioned as Malefor's slave.
Coco breathed in and exhaled before she continued. "I examined one of your ovum, or egg cells, as part of a series of tests to see why you were having such a hard time conceiving, and I believe I discovered your issue."
"Is there something wrong with her?" Spyro said worried.
"What does it have to do with Malefor?" Cynder said with authority. This question demanded an answer from her. What had he done to her even this far after she had gained freedom?
"I believe as a result of the rapid mutation you experienced so early in your life, your body has not gone through its full form of puberty. I recall you saying that once Spyro defeated you at the altar of the Convexity, you regressed back into your pre-mutated state, your then current age the offset amount of time you'd been alive. Both instances, I feel, are responsible for why your ovaries cannot produce fully fertile ova via the process of oogenesis."
Cynder looked devastated and Spyro noticed. "Even years after being freed from his wretchedness he's still ruining my life." Spyro attempted to console Cynder to no affect, for she was beginning to lose it. Malefor was the ghost haunting Cynder still, and now he was responsible for robbing the love of his life the opportunity to foster children.
"It's okay Cynder. Everything will be fine; we'll find a way to overcome this."
"What Malefor has done to you is tragic indeed," Coco spoke with confidence, "though there is hope Cynder." That drew cheerful looks from both Spyro and Cynder. Coco had their full attention. "In all the ways I've pondered how to foster children and end the impending extinction of my race, this same research has proven useful to you and Spyro's dilemma."
Cynder remembered when she was first told of this predicament looming over her and Crash. In all honesty Cynder knew Coco's situation was more tragic then hers. There would be nothing left of her and her brother's heritage and legacy once they both died. So to see Coco working so hard to help Spyro and herself, fulfil their dream together, it meant the world to Cynder, and she was entirely grateful for it.
"I… do you really believe that Spyro and I can still have a child?" Cynder asked relived.
"Yes. Your body is not capable of producing healthy ova, and I'm not sure I can remedy this, however Spyro is your solution."
"What do you mean by that?" Spyro asked curious.
"It took a lot of trial and error to perfect, as well as years collaborating with scientist throughout the globe… anonymously, but I perfect the technology needed to turn any cell into a functioning ovum. They're may be a few speedbumps since your species is oviparous unlike mammals, although I'm confident I can make the necessary changes to my procedure. In essence, Spyro can act as the producer of an impregnable ovum, and you Cynder can provide the womb necessary to nurture a zygote via artificial insemination."
"So," Spyro said contemplating what Coco just said (it sounded so science-y), "I'll be the mother?"
"In a way yes." Spyro and Cynder were so relieved that they embraced each other. It made Crash's blush with sympathy, as he watched as a silent observer. Then Cynder thought of something.
"Wait, if Spyro is acting as the mother in a way, then who is the father?"
"That, unfortunately, is the catch, one which both of you may not like."
"So can we still have a child or not?" Cynder said confused.
"You two can have a child, Cynder, though you will only birth it, and not be genetically linked to your child."
"How so? I'm giving birth, that makes me the mother, right?"
"Yes, but you yourself are not providing any of the genetic information to be combined with the ovum Spyro's cell's will yield. You two will need to find another male donor to provide sperm, since Spyro cannot both produce the ovum and the sperm for a zygote. The genetic information would be identical and thus nonviable. I also can't take any of your cells, Cynder, and turn them into functioning sperm, for females of any species lack the Y chromosome needed in viable sperm cells."
Cynder processed Coco's response for a moment, trying to follow it before she came up with her follow up question. "This process… for turning normal cells into ova or sperm, why can't you use normal cells from me and convert them into an ovum?"
"That is a good question, Cynder, and the answer to it is systemic to what Malefor did to you fifteen years ago. Though I could transform any of your cells into an ovum, it still wouldn't be viable to conceive an infant. I'm sorry, but the ordeal Malefor has put you through has made you sterile. It's hard for me to say, but what he's done to you has made it impossible for you to conceive a child normally. The only alternative is what I propose, but even that won't make you a genetic birthparent. Though the child would still… be yours and Spyro's."
That made Cynder tear-up again. She could never be a biological mother. Malefor had taken that from her. Spyro again had to console Cynder as she broke down. It was a solid minute of silence until Cynder spoke again. "Okay, let's do it Spyro. I'm done with letting Malefor ruin my life. If there's still a way for us to have a child, I'm game."
"Are… are you sure Cynder" Spyro asked unsure.
"Yes." She said this with confidence, no longer torn up by her emotions from earlier.
"Okay. Then let's do it" Spyro said next to Cynder, both of whom were smiling faintly. "I just," Spyro now said with reserve, "we'd have to find the right donor. I have no idea who to choose."
"Yes… that would be important." It depressed Cynder to no end to know that she couldn't foster her own children. But having a child was something she wanted; this compromise would have to suffice. Yet Cynder didn't know a whole lot of Dragons, and none of whom would be considered her or Spyro's peers. And the donor would also have to be… well willing to go through with this, be the genetic father to her and Spyro's kid. Who?
It had been on his mind, ever since they first asked the question. He was nervous to say it. It would be… inappropriate and really insensitive. This was their moment, their decision. He couldn't intervene in this. But he blurted it out anyway, and regretted it the instant he did so. "Me?"
Spyro and Cynder turned around. Did Crash just say me?
"Crash," Coco said understanding what he meant, "the distinct types of specialized reproductive cells between us and a dragon are far too incompatible. We're not even in the same class of scientific taxidermy."
Feeling stupid, Crash blushed and turned his head away. Then a thought struck him. No, the idea wasn't stupid on scientific grounds. Though he wasn't anywhere near Coco's level of intelligence, there was already a living example of what he was talking about. With his wrist pad, he said the following name. "Dingodile."
"Who?" Spyro said confused. He still hadn't one hundred percent processed what Crash had said earlier and what it meant.
"He is a creation of Cortex, who is a hybrid anthro between a dingo and a crocodile. Crash, you have a point, thought the mutation process Cortex used is very volatile. Although… hybridization is what Cortex used to anthropomorphize in the first place… It was an amalgamation of human and animal DNA. Is it possible? Hell, the chromosome number doesn't even need to match to work. The DNA itself is procedurally altered during conception."
"Crash…" Spyro said carefully. "Are you saying… you want to be the father? Is that even possible?"
"I… It may very well be" Coco said for Crash. "My brother is right; I completely understand how Cortex made each of his mutants and have reverse engineered the process. The formation of each of his mutants involves a very complicated yet completely successful method of mutating DNA so that it produces viable offspring despite how many animal's DNA is used in the process."
"No" Crash said abruptly. "It- was- a- dumb- idea. I'm- sorry- Spyro. You- and- Cynder- have- a- tough- decision- in- front- of- you. I- don't- need- to- make- it- more- complicated."
Spyro was dumbstruck. There was a time seven years ago, when he loved Crash with all his heart. But the constant limiting factor in the back of his mind was that they couldn't ever have a child. That was just impossible, how would they… even have sex! They were both males if different species! But today, there was a workaround. It was… possible. No. NO! I can't ask Cynder to do this. I love her now. But… we were considering this, having a child even though she couldn't do so naturally because we loved each other. And this is what we both wanted. So finding the right donor was crucial. What would a Dragon… bandicoot hybrid even look like? Was it even safe, was it possible, and was it the right thing to do?
Cynder considered this for a moment and then blurted out her response. "Okay. You want to be the father Crash. You have my blessing."
Spyro immediately turned to face Cynder. "Are you sure? I mean, think of what that would imply. How that would affect our child."
Cynder sighed before she responded. "Listen. Malefor robbed me of the chance I had to have a child with the Dragon I love. And as much as that pains me, as much as I loathe with all my being that bastard for doing this to me, I have to come to grips with it. I love you Spyro, and seeing you happy is the one thing I strive for in my life. At one point that even meant I was willing to give you up so that you and Crash could be together. If I could have your child I would, but I can't. Crash is your best friend, and you still love him too. I know you do. I am okay with this because he makes you happy and I do as well. So if I can do this for you two, be the mother to you two's child, fine. It's weird, a little awkward, maybe a bit insane, but it's love regardless."
"Cynder… I love you. That hasn't faltered or waived."
"True, but that's because your love for Crash and I hasn't ever faltered or waived from the days you met both of us. And I accept that in you. Crash is an amazing person; I've come to know that. And I know you loved him first, which means something. I also know you love me as equally as well. You don't have to push him away to be with me, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for you."
"But you shouldn't have to do that. You don't have to give up so much to make me happy."
"I know. I want to."
They kissed once more, Cynder initiating it. Crash meanwhile looked at the ground. He always knew he was a point of contention between Spyro and Cynder, and he felt so guilty over it. She is the one for him Crash reminded himself. I'm just a mutant from another dimension.
Seeing Crash so glum, Spyro and Cynder looked at one another before Cynder gestured with her head and eyes for Spyro to talk to him. Coco did as well. Spyro then walked up to Crash and looked at him.
"This is all really weird, isn't it? Confusing, scientific, morally ambiguous. But I think… this is the end of the path we started on together. Cynder and I… would be honored if you could do this for us."
This brought Crash to tears. Seven long years, culminating in this moment. Crash lunged forward and hugged his friend… who he loved.
Spyro and Cynder decided to have their egg laid on N Sanity Island versus Artisans Realm to avoid the prying eyes of other Dragons curious as to what was going on. It was their moment, they'd share later. After about six months incubating in Cynder's womb and two months since laid, her egg was ready to hatch any day now.
"Do you have any idea what he'll look like?" Spyro asked Coco.
"Well I avoided any unnecessary X-Rays per Cynder's request. I do know it's healthy. And as I mentioned a month ago, I do know for sure he is a male."
Spyro took pride in that, he was hoping for a son. Cynder meanwhile was content with anything. After all, she had laid him two months ago, the process being very intimate for her.
"You still haven't told me what name you've settled on Spyro. It's kind of important and we're running out of time."
"Relax Cynder. I have a couple of names in store, but I want to get a good look at our son before I give him his final name. It is kind of important; he'll stuck with it for his entire life. Don't want to end up with a name like Flame or something."
"True."
"Coco, where's Crash? He's going to miss this if he doesn't get back in time."
"Don't worry Spyro; I'm sure he'll be here any moment."
As soon as Coco finished speaking, Crash did enter through the front door, holding a large cubic wooden box. He placed it on the floor and pried open the top revealing Wumpa fruits within the crate.
"I- have- to- know- if- he- likes- Wumpa- fruit."
"Seriously?" Spyro said somewhat annoyed.
Crash ignored Spyro and sat next to him. Crash, Spyro, Cynder, and Coco were spaced out evenly around the unborn dragon egg.
"Isn't something supposed to be happening?" Cynder said nervously. "You said his hatching was imitate Coco."
"Yes, but be patient. Your son just needs to find the strength to break free."
"Trust me Cynder, it's actually quite spectacular. You know I once watched 151 stolen dragon eggs hatch over the course of a couple of days."
A crack! That shut everyone up for a moment and drew there attention. Happy beyond compare, Cynder leaned on Spyro. Crash's hand make slight contact with Spyro's paw, and Coco leaned on her brother. Then the egg burst open, literally sending shards everywhere, which caused Coco and Crash to raise their arms to shield their eyes, while Spyro and Cynder positioned their wings to cover their faces. Once their son stopped spinning, he stretched his wings and spit out one poof of fire, before gazing at his mother, father, and two aunts.
"Oh my god" Coco whispered.
Did he just spin, like me, Crash thought?
Look at his eyes; they're a greenish purple Spyro thought to himself.
He looks just like his parents, having select features from the both of them. And Cynder loved him anyway.
What everyone witnessed was beyond their imagination. A product of love between a family of four. A creature of no comparison… a dragnacoot unlike any other.
"He's beautiful" Cynder whispered to Spyro.
"Yes, and I know his name..."