After I poured the substance into the container, John got the lid ready. I took it from his hand and screwed it on. Then, off we went, pretty much walking like thieves to get into the tower. Ever so quietly we walked. Dodging pieces of twisted metal, shrapnel and stuff I still can't identify. After depriving the debris field, we found the grass field. Just that and us stands between the tower.
Oh wait a sec, I did not tell you what we were walking carefully for, my bad. We are walking to decrease noise. We are hoping not to wake Cynder. I mean, what girl would let you pour a green substance with no flavoring? I'd also feel absolutely terrible to force her to drink the stuff. So that's why we are taking evasive action.
Anyway, enough awkward explaining….
We looked down at the ground not removing our eyes off it. We stepped over sticks and piles of leaves. The tower grew closer our hope grew larger. Then, we made it. The front door. I opened the door slowly, then, it creaked. Not too loudly, but it had us worried. We listened closely for a groan. Luckily, we heard nothing. We approached the stairs, then we started up them. We saw the floor we stayed on.
Spyro's room is just down the hall away. All we had to do was get to it. There was nothing to dodge. We just had to be careful. I tip toed over to the door, Steve and John following behind. John opened the door for me, not creak was heard. The only sound was wheezing. Steve took notice of Spyro's teary, wet face leaning on the bed.
"Poor, guy… he cried himself to sleep."
"We must do this, for our friends." I stated, quietly.
I walked to the bed. Practically hugging the container. Then, I unscrewed the lid. The serum was greenish brown. Yet, I don't understand why. I took one last look at it. John suddenly asked me a question.
"How will she swallow it?"
"Simple, the brain detects the liquid. Then, the brain sends a signal to the throat mussels, allowing the liquid to slip down the throat." I whispered. "Why'd you ask?"
"Oh, nothing…" He turned away. "He always has to explain it with science."
I turned away and slowly opened Cynder's jaw. It's gross, I know… but, it'll save her. Then finally, I started to pour the liquid into her mouth. Like magic she drank it. Not awaking. The container wasn't empting fast. The more stuff, the better Cynder will feel. I did have too much of it though. Then, the container spit out the last drops. I gave it to John, whom ended up passing it to Steve. I gently close Cynder's mouth again. Then, I stood back.
"Ok boys, let's head to bed, and hope for the best." I said walking off. John followed me. Steve closed the door quietly. Then, whispered something. We went off into our room for the night. It was John's turn for the floor. I got comfortable and closed my eyes…..
The next morning:
Spyro woke up teary eyed. He was drowsy because he did not sleep well. He decided to look towards the bed. He saw the sheets were replaced and the blankets cleaned and neatly. He sniffled his stuffy nose and thought.
"The guardians must've picked her up."
He turned away. He yawned, then started to cry. He calmed down for a bit and looked up. His eyes could only make out a black blur.
"Oh good morning, hun." A very recognizable voice said. The blur Spyro saw was leaning against a wall. Then the blur got up and walked towards him. Then he could make out a figure of a dragon, one he truly loved.
"Cynder?" He asked.
"Yes, Spyro?"
Then Spyro, realized who he was talking to.
"CYNDER!"
Spyro jumped up and wrapped his arms around Cynder's neck. Spyro's eyes started shedding tears of pure joy.
"Ok… Spyro your choking me."
"Oh goodness, sorry." He said letting go of his tight hold.
The noise woke us up. It was not muffled though. Our door and Spyro's door was open. Steve and John were already awake and watching then scene.
Across the hall Spyro leaned in for a kiss. Then, Cynder did the same.
"Wait, I thought you closed their door." I told Steve. "Who opened it?"
John pointed to his left. Laying on the bed, was a dragonfly who we can easily recognize. He leaned back with his hands behind his back.
"I thought you would like to see the reunion." He chuckled. Then Spyro stopped the kiss. He leaned foreheads with Cynder and wrapped his wings around.
I wiped away a tear.
"I saw that big guy!" Sparx said.
"Yea, it just a happy for moment for the two." Then I whispered to myself. "… and me."