Hi, the story almost reached 700 views, thank you for your support! Anyway in this new chapter I'll introduce one of the new secondary protagonists. The next few chapters will be a bit boring(if you prefer action) because I need to insert the new characters and because Spyro is still recovering from his injuries, so he can't do much. I won't waste anymore time, have a good reading. -Azotac

- Few days later -

"C'mon Spyro you can do it. Don't be a sissy!" Said Sparx mockingly.

"I think you're not helping, Sparx."Cynder said annoyed, while helping the purple dragon standing on his paws.

"Didn't I say that I won't talk with you ever again, miss Ialmostletyourbrotherdie?". Replied the dragonfly.

"Sparx what have I told about that, it wasn't her fault. I won't repeat that again." Said Spyro angrily at his brother.

"Geez purple boy, calm down,I was just messing around with her."

"And I think you won't be able to do anything to me for quite some time pal."The dragonfly added mischievously, but he was cut out by a rush of wind, sending him out of the open window.

"That doesn't mean I won't do anything." Said Cynder grinning.

Spyro chuckled before trying to walk again, holding his left wing onto Cynder's back.

"I have to admit I missed the bickering between you too. It's good to be back." Stated Spyro.

"It's good to have you back, Spyro. I don't know what I… We would do without you."

"I don't know either… I mean if I was without you guys."Spyro flushing red under his scales for his mistake.

Cynder chuckled, then nuzzled him on the cheek."I know what you meant Spyro…"

They walked to the outside balcony, bathing in the morning light. They sat on the marble floor, Cynder posed her head over Spyro's shoulder as they gazed at the cityscape.

During their permanence in the infirmary, the reconstruction works had progressed quite impressively. The walls were almost fully restored, while the buildings destroyed by the golem where already being cleared from the rubble and wreckages left, preparing them for the rebuilding.

They spotted few dragons and moles walking trough the city streets. It was good to see a minimum of life even after the disastrous conflict.

"Cyril said that a group of dragons is on its way to come back, it will take them some days, though."Stated Spyro.

A sense of anguish grasped Cynder's chest.

"I hope they will forgive me for everything I've done during the war."Said the black dragoness, holding Spyro's left foreleg tightly. The purple dragon unfurled his good wing to bring her closer, gently nuzzling her forehead.

"I'm sure they will, and if they don't, let me convince them. You saved the world with me after all…" He said smiling to her.

They stayed together like that for a few more time, enjoying each other warmth and company. Something that they both missed much.

Finally Spyro said something:"I think we should pay a visit to the newcomer. I heard Aramis say that he's gradually getting better, maybe seeing someone of his own age could help him feel well…"

Cynder lift up her head from his chest, as he continued speaking:"And maybe he can help us to learn how to be normal dragons."

"Normal dragons…" She thought. Actually Spyro was right, all their life until now was focused on surviving and defeating Malefor. They knew very little about how to live normally, in contact with other dragons for extended periods of time.

"I think you're right. Let's go to meet him."Stated Cynder standing up and helping Spyro getting on his paws.

"But slowly." She chuckled at the purple dragon at her side.

They walked along the corridor, arriving in the new dragon's room and they knocked.

Few moments later the door opened, revealing a mole doctor watching them expectantly.

"Ah, Master Spyro and Miss Cynder, how can I assist you?"Asked politely the medic.

"We would like to meet the newcomer, if he's available to…"

"Please, let them in." A voice came from inside the room.

The mole nodded and opened the door completely, letting the two young dragons in.

They got closer to the bed, where the white dragon laid.

Spyro observed him curiously: his scales and wing membranes were of a candid white, in stark contrast with his deep gold chest, underbelly and horns. His abdomen and chest were neatly wrapped with white bandage, with some blood spots visible trough the cloth. His hind legs were wrapped too, letting free only his forelegs and his neck. His tail-blade was golden too with a shape that resembled the tip of a spear.

"Hello, it's a honour to meet you." Said weakly the white dragon.

"Do you know us?"Asked Spyro.

"Well of course I know who you are: Master Spyro the Purple Dragon…" His light brown eyes fell upon Cynder, a tinge of sorrow in his gaze."And Miss Cynder, the black dragoness."

Cynder could swear she had already seen those eyes somewhere, but she couldn't remember when or where.

"Please don't call us like that, we want to be friends, not superiors."Said the purple dragon.

"What's your name?" Spyro asked then politely.

"Auros."He answered.

"And I would be honoured to be called your friend." His face tinted with a sincere smile.

"Can I ask you how did you get yourself all these injuries?"Questioned Spyro.

The white dragon exhaled heavily.

"I was coming towards Warfang after seeing that the earthquake had stopped, but few hours before my scheduled arrival, a bunch of grublins ambushed me."He said.

"They came out from nothing, I noticed them too late to avoid the arrows. I managed to kill some of them, but when I saw how many they were I decided to escape."

Spyro and Cynder were listening carefully at the story of the white dragon. They expected that the grublins would disappear after the fall of Malefor, but it seemed that their theory was wrong.

In addition, a strange feeling kept growing inside Cynder's mind, she had definitely already seen that dragon somewhere.

"Spyro could you leave us talk alone for a second, please?"She asked suddenly, taking advantage of a brief pause in Auros's story.

Spyro was a little taken aback by the question, but the look in her eyes convinced him.

"Ok, I will be talking with the medic."He nuzzled Cynder on her cheek then limped away from the bed.

Auros was also taken aback by her question, but he was also curios of what could the former Terror of the Skies want from him, even if deep inside he maybe knew which would be the question.

Spyro always kept an eye on them, even when talking with the doctor about his rehabilitation routine. She saw Cynder dropping her head sadly and Auros putting his paw over hers, with a kind yet miserable smile over his muzzle.

Few moments later Cynder came back to him, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

Spyro couldn't understand her reaction, but decided not to ask before they were alone together.

They left the room, saluting their new friend and the doctor, sadness clearly audible in Cynder's voice.

As soon they returned to Spyro's room, they curled up on his bed.

"What did he say to make you feel so miserable?" Spyro asked gently, caressing her neck.

"When I looked him in the eyes, I had a weird sense of familiarity, so I asked him if we had already met…" She said sobbing.

"And…?"The purple dragon asked eagerly.

She didn't answer instantly.

"And he said yes. We met when I killed his family." She said, beginning to recount what happened that night. That long forgotten memory now clear in her mind.

A smell of smoke and burned flesh was coursing trough her nostrils. All around her there was just destruction and death, like she wanted it to be. Distant screams of a dragoness calling for help reached her hears. It was like music. The cries stopped when one ape soldier pierced her throat with a spear, shedding crimson blood all over the village street.

Cynder walked silently along the main road, admiring the burning houses and the fallen statues. Her master will be surely pleased by her work.

Then, her attention was caught by a muffled cough coming form her right, where there was a wrecked house. An evil grin etched on her face as she moved towards the building. She slammed open what remained of the door and what she found pleased her in the most sadistic way.

In front of her there was a white dragoness curled around two hatchlings, one white and one blue, protecting them with her whole body. Near her, there was a corpse of another dragon, his golden chest pierced by a spear,his blood spread on the ground and over his faded blue scales.

"My, my, what do we have here?"Said the black dragoness with a maleficent voice, closing to the white one.

"STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU MONSTER!"Screamed the mother, curling tighter around her children.

"I'm sorry but that's not possible."She answered. Then in a heartbeat her tail-blade flung in the air, slashing the dragoness throat. Her blood poured all over the floor, as her body fell motionless over the ground.

"MOM!" Screamed the blue one.

"STAY BACK!" Shouted the white hatchling, stepping in front of his brother. His brown eyes meeting the ones of the devious monster in front of him.

"What a dose of courage do we have here."Said Cynder almost laughing at the pathetic scene.

"But, I'm sorry, it won't be good for anything".With a swift movement of her right paw, she sent the small dragon tumbling to the wall. From the impact, a part of the ceiling fell over the whelping, burying him completely.

"AUROS NO!"Screamed panicked his brother, while the black dragoness inched closer.

"Now it's your turn, little whelp."

And with her tail blade, she finished the hatching's life. She gazed around her, smell of fresh blood inebriating her senses. Pleased by her work, she left the wreckage, darting up in the air and disappearing in the night sky.

Spyro recoiled a little at the whole speech, but he knew deep inside that this moment would arrive, when Cynder's past would come afloat.

"And you want to know what's the worst part?"She continued, tears now dropping on the bedsheets.

"He forgave me. I've completely tore apart his life when he was just a child, and he forgave me…"She said.

"Maybe he knows it wasn't you fault. It never was. It was…Malefor's." He gripped the sheets, a snarl tinged his last world.

"How can you still be at my side, after all I've done to the dragon-kind. I don't deserve forgiveness." Sobbed Cynder laying her head on her forepaws.

Spyro grasped her face, bring them nose to nose, his amethyst eyes staring directly in her emerald ones.

"Don't you say that ever again. You proved yourself more than once. Without you, there wouldn't be a world to live in. You saved all the dragon-kind and the other countless races with me. They're the ones who should ask for forgiveness, for misjudging and not trusting you." His stare never leaving her eyes as he continued:"And most importantly, I would be nothing without you. Please never forget that."

A surge of courage coursed through his body, helping him to say what he wanted to from the very first moment he was awake.

"Do you remember what you told me in the planet core?"His tone now softer.

Cynder was speechless. She had never heard Spyro talking in that way. She wanted to answer the question, but he continued:"You said you will never leave my side, and…"He paused, his stare never leaving her eyes"That you loved me."

"I want you to know that those words gave me the will to finish what I've begun, to put the world back together. It was you, being next to me all this time, that gave me the strength to overcome the difficulties and to go on."

He paused for few moments, staring in her watery emerald eyes.

"I want you to know that I love you, and I will forever-"He was cut up by Cynder jumping over him, tears of joy streaming from her eyes. She hugged him tightly nuzzling his neck, shedding droplets over his golden chest. Spyro managed not to yelp for the pain coming from his still fragile ribs, but the adrenaline helped him.

They stayed like that for few more moments, lying together on Spyro's bed , before she pulled away and began licking his muzzle.

"I love you Spyro, with all my heart. You just made me the happiest dragoness of the world."

She cooed gently, putting her forehead over his.

"And you made me the happiest dragon."