You May Be Going, But Not Alone
Spyro was pacing back and forth in his room, talking to himself. "I should've just stayed at home with mom and dad, and Sparx. I would be better off living life thinking I was a dragonfly anyway. I wouldn't have gotten into this mess." He told himself, a tear trying to escape his eye.
"That settles it." He sniffled. "I'm leaving Warfang and going back home," he proclaimed. "You hear me? I'm going back home! I'm leaving!" He yelled with his face pointed upwards at the ancestors. No response, typical.
Spyro decided to grab his satchel and start packing all of his earthly possessions before breaking down any further. Among these possessions were mostly crystals along with fancy-looking rocks he'd picked up on his strolls through the forest. But nearest and dearest to his heart was a collection of notes written by Ignitus, addressed to him during the three-year period he was imprisoned in a crystal.
As he was packing his belongings, there was a knock on the door. "Spyro, I'm ready to talk," called out a familiar voice. "About what?" Spyro asked. "Your feelings," the feminine voice responded.
"Yeah, like anyone considered those with any of this." Spyro thought. "Fine, come in." He sighed, opening the door. Cynder entered his room, walked over to Spyro's bed, sat down, and beckoned Spyro over. "Oh, dear ancestors, please tell me she's not moving this fast," Spyro worried. "No, no, she just wants to talk, right?" He reassured himself. But alas, Spyro complied and sat down next to her.
Spyro opened his maw and attempted to speak before getting cut off by Cynder. "I never really loved you, or anyone for that matter."
Spyro slouched forward, not knowing if he should be happy or saddened by that statement.
"I only said that back there so you'd have something to fight for. You know? After... Ignitus." Hearing that name again brought a pang of sadness to Spyro.
"Well, guess what. You, or anyone else, can't stop me from going back to the swamp. Try as hard as you want, I'm still leaving."
"Then I'm coming with you," the dragoness proclaimed.
"What why?" The purple dragon asked, confused.
"Wouldn't you like to take a dragoness home? Hmm? Make your parents proud!"
"Have you been talking with the Guardians?" Spyro questioned.
"No, I thought you wanted to fly away with me secretly. Why would I tell the Guardians?" "If only you knew," Spyro thought to himself. "Fine, you can come along. But no funny business, especially in front of my parents." Cynder let out a small giggle. "I assure you, you won't have to worry about any of that."
"And no taking advantage of me." "No promises." Cynder said slyly. And the purple dragon gave her a death glare until she snapped. "Fine, fine, no taking advantage of you!"
"Good. We're on the same page," Spyro said sternly. "We're not even reading the same book." The purple dragon told himself.
"Where do your parents live, anyway?" The dragoness asked. "Remember the old temple?" Spyro replied. "Yeah." Said Cynder. "Just go down the stream and you'll find them."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Cynder asked excitedly. "Aren't you going to pack your things?" Spyro questioned.
"I uh don't own anything." Cynder said, rubbing the back of her head with her right wing. Spyro felt sorry for her, she had always spent her time in the temple alone. Nobody had ever gotten her a gift before and she never left the temple to bring something back with her. "Oh." Was all that he could muster up.
"It's okay, don't worry about me." Cynder assured, while putting her left wing on Spyro's shoulder.
A/N: don't worry this story isn't going to be: "I love you." "I love you too." *kiss* *kiss* *kiss* *kiss*.
There's going to be adventure, some action and the plot will develop.
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-Sincerely BlackFireForge