John and Steve were shocked. What was I talking about? What secret?
"Gentlemen, to the T.T.P." I ordered. I walked through the door quietly. We saw no one in the hall. I heard footsteps… but soon I realized they were behind me. We tip-toed our way into the hall. We heard sobs, but they weren't coming from Cynder. They came from Spyro. He laid next to the bed.
"Poor, guy. He's going to cry himself to sleep." John said.
"Don't worry we'll help Cynder, buddy." I whispered so he couldn't hear. Finally after a bit, we made it to the stairs. We quickly walked down them. I paused for a moment, I heard footsteps. The sound crept closer and got louder as it came. Then, we saw him, Spyro, face full of tears, nosing running and wings dragging. He didn't notice us. All he did was get a few clothes and headed back up.
After watching the scene just made me want to help Cynder even if it hurts me. For Spyro, my dragon friend. I ran over to the front door and opened it wide. Steve ran through. John just walked along my side.
"DT, when you get ideas like this, It sort of scares me." He chuckled. I wasn't listening to his remark, I was thinking of ways to do something. Then, it hit me.
"A serum!" I announced aloud.
John looked at me funny, chuckled and turn away.
After a few minutes of walking we made it to the plane. Still intact and still has all of its contents.
"Now we need beakers, a centrifuge and a chemical mixer."
Steve stood before me.
"What?"
I repeated my sentence for him and he soon crawled his way into the wreckage.
"DT, why do we just so happened to have all this science equipment?" John asked.
"I wanted to make a quick buck by delivering these science crates to the port."
John laughed. After that we got to work.
Up in the tower, Spyro still wept beside his beloved. Suddenly he was interrupted by loud footsteps. Three rather familiar dragons came in.
"Oh dear," Volteer said to himself, seeing Spyro's wet face.
The other dragons walked in closer.
"Terrador, Volteer, Cyril, what are you…." Spyro paused because his stuffy nose tickled. "…Doing here?"
Cyril looked towards Volteer and spoke.
"Volteer told us Cynder was ill, we did not know it was this bad…"
Then, a mole walked in. He cleared his throat loudly to get their attention.
"Oh, this is Warfang's medicine mole." Terrador said. "He will examine Cynder."
The mole rudely told them to leave. Thus, making Spyro upset. They ended up going into our room. It was hard for Spyro to breathe, because this was Cynder's old room.
The doctor mole checked every bid of Cynder. He mostly had to do everything manually, like opening her mouth. The final thing he checked was her head. He put a paw on Cynder's forehead.
"My, my, this is not good."
As every terrible minute went by, the Guardians took turns comforting Spyro. Then, the doctor walked in slowly. Every one took notice.
He looked up with a sorry look.
He said quietly… "I'm sorry she does not have much time left. You should all say your good byes." He said. Spyro was shocked, then pushed his head into Volteer's shoulder, crying. The other's helped him walk to the room with his tears soaked eyes. They surrounded the bed.
By now, we got our basic formula completed. Now we needed additives.
"I saw a couple of dragons, hit a red crystal and suddenly was healed. See if you can find it,John."
He nodded and ran off. Steve was setting up the centrifuge. He plugged it in to a small outlet and turned it on.
"It works great." He stated.
Then, I thought of another ingredient.
"Steve go get a yellow, gold plant and give it to me."
"Sir, yes, Sir."
He ran off as well. I stirred the mixture in a large bowl. Then, I waited for one of them to return with an ingredient. Steve came back with two yellow plants. I dropped them in the bowl and our concoction changed color.
John was having a few troubles extracting samples of the red crystal. Below him were three snapped drill bits.
"Come on, Come on…." But then the drill bit went snap. He tried again with a thicker drill bit. It just snapped too. He got frustrated. "DANG IT!" He yelled smashing his hand into the crystal. He yelped and held his hand. But, then something caught his eye. Three small shards we at his feet.
"AHAHHA, YEA!" He said excitingly picking them up. Once he did he ran back as fast as he could.
I He finally arrived.
"Alright, John!" Steve cheered.
"John, we need to turn these into a liquid."
"I suppose you have radioactive acid to do that?" He chuckled.
"Yes, I actually do." I said smiling back at him. I was also holding a steel container. He stopped laughing.
"Now, pick up those pliers and hold the crystals while I pour this onto it."
He did as I told him, holding the crystals over a container. I poured just a drop of the stuff and the crystals splashed into the bucket.
"Wow." John said.
"Now, here's where the centrifuge comes in." I said pouring the liquefied crystals into four separate beakers
Then, Steve started the machine up. It spun rapidly. He sat down and waited. We soon joined in. We ended up getting so bored, in fact. We played "boogity booga". (Don't ask….)
The guardians we about to leave. Letting Spyro have his alone time with Cynder.
"We'll come for her in the morning." They said.
Spyro cried, because he knew what they meant. Spyro kissed Cynder, goodnight.
"Goodbye, my…." Spyro couldn't even say it. He eventually laid his head down and passed out.
In the plane, we joked and joked. Then, we heard a ding.
"It's complete." I said.
I poured the contents into the bowl. I sparked flashed then died down.
"Now we must carefully and quietly take this to Cynder." I whispered pouring the stuff into a container.