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Cynder swam towards Spyro. Her legs kicking the water back. Spyro twisted out of her reach and dived under water. Cynder plunged down after him. Spyro was swimming away at speed, but Cynder was faster. She stretched out her paw and lightly taped Spyro.
“Tblig!” She burbled, starting to swim away.
Spyro jumped after her, using a underwater rock as a boost. He soon caught up with her, the dragon’s tussled underwater. Wrestling until they needed to go up for air.

Cynder and Spyro broke through the surface of the water. Their scales shimmering in the sunlight. Thoran sat on a rock nearby. Washing his paws. Spyro laughed, it was the most fun he’d had since a hatchling. Swimming around in the clear beautiful water with his two best friends. Playing tag and underwater wrestling. Great fun.
Thoran licked his paw. “You should rest now, we can continue our journey at night. That way we can get through the rest of the forest unnoticed”
“Sure” Spyro gurgled. Holding Cynder’s head underwater. She head butted him so he let go.
They climbed onto the bank. Shaking the water off their scales.

Cynder lay down in a patch of grass. Spyro sat down beside her. He looked up at the sky. His eyes clouded over, visions flashed past his eyes. Only staying there for half a second. Red. Blood. Purple dragon. Screams. Death. Murder. Crying.
Spyro closed his eyes. “Make it stop” He whispered.
When he opened them, the scenery was different, He was in the dragon city, on top of a building. Spyro looked around. What was happening? Then Spyro saw him, a purple dragon. Quite young. He was sitting on a pile of metal things. His wings, horns, claws and tail tip were blood red. So were his eyes.

The dragon looked at Spyro, but it seemed he was looking through him. Spyro noticed the dragon had a strange marking, it started on his forehead and ran all the way down his tail. It was also blood red. The dragon jumped down the metal hill. Looking over the side of the building. Spyro saw what he was looking at. It was a dragon, male, small. The purple dragon grinned, he flew down the building.

Spyro ran to the edge, he looked down, the small dragon was dead. The purple dragon standing over him, laughing. Spyro’s heart missed a beat, there was a new marking on the purple dragon. Blood red, like a tear running down his face. Spyro realised this wasn’t a ordinary marking. It was blood. For every spot of it, a dragon had to be killed.

Wow...

Was wondering if you were stil reading! ^^ I'll write more now.

Yes! Please!

Amazing story! Love it! Write more pleeeease!

I see you have taken a shine to my storys...*Continues writing* I'm happy now, the happier I am, the more I write. :D

Cool! I'll tell my friend about them then...

The purple dragon stared at Spyro. Suddenly, it could see him. But not as rare, special dragon. As a new victim. It reared up and flew towards him. Spyro closed his eyes tight. It couldn’t be happening, it was a vision, nothing else. The dragon came at him faster, Spyro opened his eyes to scream. The dragon flew into him, knocking the breath out from Spyro.

Spyro opened his eyes gasping, his heart beating fast. Slowly, he looked around. Grass, trees, Cynder. He was back. Spyro let out a sigh of relief, it had just been a dream. An awful dream. As his eyes got used to the dark, Spyro could pick out smaller things. Thoran, sleeping on a rock…the river…the bank. Spyro shook his head, he was to old to be having silly nightmares. He tried to get back to sleep, but he couldn’t, not with that roar from the purple dragon, the scream from the victim.

He stood up, stretching his long legs. And walked to the river bank. They still had a long way to go yet, so they couldn’t waste anymore time.
“By this time tomorrow, we should be at the temple” Spyro thought out loud.
Cynder stirred in her sleep, and Thoran let out a sigh. Spyro stared at the two, what would become of them? Cynder, she was powerful, but was she strong enough to beat Malefor? And Thoran, he was just a cat. A strange cat. But a cat, none the less.

Spyro shook his head, he was worried, to worried. Cynder was a too powerful dragon to be defeated, and who knew what tricks Thoran had up his sleeve? He was a rather…mysterious cat. And the crystal around his neck, Spyro could sense great power coming from it. But it was good power, so it didn’t really matter. Spyro got up, he stared into the river for a while, and then walked over to Cynder and sat beside her. With the blood chilling dream now forgotten, Spyro could rest. And he needed to, there was still lots of walking and flying to do before they would get to the temple.

Cool... Freaky... but cool

Still loving the story

Might not...be able to write more for the past few days. I'm sick. It's no fun. :(

ut hopefully it will go away soon! :)

Aww poor you!

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Might not...be able to write more for the past few days. I'm sick. It's no fun.

ut hopefully it will go away soon!

Get well soon!

I'm better now. Was better a while ago but we had some stupid things going on in school and we had to revise! >_<
Continueing now!

Glad you feel better

“Spyro! Spyro get up!”
Spyro opened his eyes lazily, he looked up at Cynder.
“It’s still dark”
“Duh, Thoran said we were continuing our journey at dark!”
Spyro groaned, he had forgot about that, and had got less sleep than the others thanks to that nightmare. He got to his feet, wings aching and eyes not used to the dark yet.
“Come on!”
“Coming” Spyro yawned, he blindly followed Cynder.
H could hear, even if he couldn’t see to well. He should have used the noises Cynder made as a guide. He didn’t.
SPLASH
“Spyro! Get out that river! Why didn’t you jump?” Cynder said angrily.
Spyro just shook his head. The dose of cold water had shocked him, not he was sitting on the bank. Gasping and shivering.
“Spyro! We can’t stop now! Thoran’s already gone!” Cynder whined.
“Ok, I’m awake now”

They soon caught up with Thoran.
“Where were you?” He asked
“Spyro fell in the river”
Thoran rolled his eyes. Spyro glared at him.
“It doesn’t matter, we should be at the temple by dawn” He said.
“Remind me, WHY are w going to the temple? Were rested and fed, do we NEED to go the extra mile and stop there for tea and biscuits?!” Cynder complained.
“I need to see if I can find out anything about Malefor, like a weakness and….and on the way back we can get some people to help us fight Malefor” Spyro said. Staring into the distance, worrying about the vision.
“Like who?”
“Well…like…Hunter….and Tango”
“Tango?”
“We don’t know what she’s like really, she could be a great fighter”
Cynder snorted in reply.
Spyro walked on, but before he went over the hill that would lead them to the temple. He looked back, and saw the dragon. The purple dragon looked at him, blood trickling from his mouth.
“No one will escape, you can try, but nothing will work, this universe is no more” He whispered.
Spyro shivered, what was going to happen to him? And everyone else?

What an exciting point to stop! I can't wait to find out if Tango's a good fighter!!

Really? ^^ Not many people seem to take a intrest in Tango.

she's cool! great story!

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Really? Not many people seem to take a intrest in Tango.

I like tango!

Cynder plodded on, Spyro close behind her. Even Thoran looked tired.
“We should be there by now, did we go past it?” Cynder worried.
“Nah, it was just a longer journey than we though”
“It was? It still is! We won’t come near the temple in the next hour or my names not Spyro”
“Stop complaining! I’m sure were nearly there…” Cynder said angrily, but still sounded a little wistful.
“Why? I’m sick of walking on and never stopping, my feet hurt, my head hurts, everything hurts!” Spyro complained.
“Maybe if you look at it with a better attitude it wouldn’t hurt!” Cynder shouted.
“Oh yeah, and cats come in the colour purple!” Spyro snapped.
“Hey guys…look” Thoran said, looking into the distance.
They both looked, the temple, standing great and proud.
“What was your name again?” Cynder asked Spyro with a smirk, before running off.

Spyro was last to the temple, he caught them up when they were standing in front of a huge wooden door that blocked their way. Spyro smashed it for them. As hey walked inside, they were met by Volteer.
“Spyro?! But…your defeating Malefor….”
“How can you tell he’s not dead”
Volteer shrugged. “One can learn a lot from what they hear around, but what are you doing here?”
“Malefor won, he didn’t kill us, but he came pretty close, I wanted to research about him and see if purple dragons have a weakness different from normal dragons”
Volteer nodded. “And who’s your new friend?”
“This is Thoran, he’s a healer and wants to help us defeat Malefor” Cynder said for Spyro.
Volteer nodded again and walked off.
“Lets go research purple dragons then” Cynder smiled evilly.
“Can’t we sleep? Then research” Spyro asked, rubbing his sore eyes.
“The less time we spend here, the easier it is to kill Malefor”

nice!

“And he was the one who wanted to research purple dragons!” Cynder muttered to herself in disgust. Staring at Spyro, who had fallen asleep with his head resting on a book about the four elements.
Cynder flicked through her book on fighting powerful enemies and common enemies weaknesses. She couldn’t find any information about purple dragons but she learned some useless information like:

Baby Grublins are called Groblins.
Shadow apes hate fire.
Poison dragons have a limited amount of poison.
Sun fire will burn anything and can’t be put out with water.
Black dragons have often had evil inserted in them, it is rare to find a black dragon who isn’t evil. (Which Cynder thought was raciest)
And that Rock Rats are blind.
Which didn’t solve the problem with Malefor at all.

Cynder sighed, Thoran was staring long and hard at one page of a book about dragons. He hadn’t turned the page for at least half an hour, which worried Cynder. Although he could have been asleep with his eyes open, but that seemed unlikely.
“Thoran?”
Thoran held up his paw for silence. Staring at the page. Cynder walked over and sat down beside him. The page didn’t look special, about how dragons come in a range of different colours. Some being bright and others not.
“Thoran…I don’t underst-”
“Shh, need to concentrate”
A few minuets pasted, Cynder got agitated, what was Thoran doing? Then he looked up.
“The Chronicler”
“What about him?”
“He’ll have a book on Malefor”
“And? How is tha-”
Cynder stopped in the middle of her sentence. Of course! It was to simple! But they needed to go now, Malefor was sure to have thought about what his book said about him. If they had any hope of getting there before him, they needed to get going. Now.

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Side note: Thoran wasn't actually reading the book, he was meditating. Thinking.

Cool, more?

Yesyes. Moremore.

Yeah! Nice avi

Thanks.It's Thoran and Cynder, used to have the writing "Best Friends Forever" on it but I couldn't fir it on. Want to see the bigger vesion?

Ok...

http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/6717/thoranandcynder.th.png

Aww wow... did you make it?

Yep. Can't post next chapter. Have to go soon. :(
I'll post it tomorrow though.

Wow... nice.

Ok, sorry about the delay, but now I'm writing it again. (complicated stuff at home)

More please!

Cynder glided softly through the air. Searching for the Celestial Caves, Thoran was standing on her back, head swinging from side to side. Also looking.

They had left as soon as they could. Which was pretty quickly. Since they didn’t need any spare food or luggage. But speed was all part of the equation, Malefor could be there right now. Destroying his book, and most of the others, killing the Chronicler…
Cynder did not dare think about what might happen if they failed. Right now, the world rested on the shoulders of a Ex-evil dragon and a cat.
“Where is it?! Where is it?!” Cynder groaned.
Thoran said nothing. They had left land a while ago, now they were soaring over sea. Lots of sea. Nothing looked different but the occasional rock.

Slowly, they began to lose hope. There was to much space to look for it in. Way to much space, The Celestial Caves were minuet compared to the large ocean it was lost in. Cynder’s wings grew tired. Thoran started to doze off. Only a tiny amount of hope was left. They were both so sleepy. Sooooooooooooooooo…..sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy…..
“Thoran…what’s happening?” Cynder asked as she started to fall asleep. But Thoran had dozed off. Completely. Cynder only managed a small shriek as the fell through the air. Down, down, into the blackness of the waves.

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It's quite short I'm afraid. Sorry for the 2 week dely.

Cynder's going to regret cancelling her swimming lessons one day.


And the delay was no problem! Makes this even more exciting.

XD

Poor Cynder. Goota feel sorry for Thoran too, he's a cat...and we all know how much cats hate water.

Poor Thoran... I recommend you buy them a submarine... quick... and get me a cola!

Sorry, I think hyper mood is coming back (Thats all the DC new eggs excitement)


Poor thoran. Do you reckon he wouldn't mind if we sent a dog in to rescue him?

XD I don't think he'd forgive you if you set a dog on him. *Gives cola* *Eats popcorn* Wait, I'M suposed to be writing this story....*Runs off*

Not even a dog disguised as a cat?

Hmmm....I think Thoran would notice...Anyways. *Writes more* Will be done soon.

Okay! Save thoran for me.

Nice so far Tango.

Down, down, towards the black water they fell. In to deeper sleep to realise. Cynder hit the water first, she didn’t wake when the splash hit her in the face, she didn’t wake when the coldness surrounded her, she didn’t even wake when they started slowly sinking into the sea. Nothing could wake her. Nothing but-
PAIN
Cynder screeched, but she was sinking, so he just got a mouth full of water. Choking on the salty water, she swam upwards, but something held her down. Grabbing at her and slashing at her sides.
“A sea monster” Thought Cynder
She wilding swam upwards, knowing she would drown if she didn’t get air soon. The monster thrashed angrily at her, it’s claws scraping her neck.

Cynder broke through the surface of the silk like sea. Gasping fresh air, but not for long. The thing was pulling her down. Clawing at her. It became a sort of battle, Cynder trying to swim up for air, the Thing cutting Cynder and thrashing about in the cold, not going in any particular direction. Cynder won the small battle, the monster went limp, it’s claws had dug deep into Cynder’s neck, but she didn’t have time to get it off. Her legs were aching. She needed to find Thoran, and land, before it was to late.
Something greyish silver, floating in the water. Thoran?

Cynder swam forward, it was hard work, the monster dangling from her neck. Cynder wasn’t sure if it was dead or not. As she got closer, she saw the greyish silver thing was to big to be Thoran. It looked like a rock. She swam faster, eager to get to land, forgetting Thoran in moments desperation.
“Smooth?” Cynder thought as she scrambled up on to the surprisingly smooth rock. It had no lumps or sticking out bits. Cynder didn’t notice this as first. She was coughing up quite a lot of salt water.

After she had got her bearings, she looked around, water drops on her eyelids making everything sparkling. Cynder looked over at the sea monster, which had fallen off he neck and onto the strange rock. What she saw surprised her.

It was Thoran…sea monster….

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Keep him alive...? Hmmm....maybe....

More!

Save Thoran!!!

YEah! Save him!

“THORAN!”
Thoran lay limb. Dead?
Cynder ran over to him, her eyes prickling with tears. Thoran didn’t move…slowly…Cynder walked a little closer.
“Thoran?” She whimpered, trying to force the tears back.
Thoran didn’t move for a while, then he coughed up a great deal of sea. And lay still again. But he had moved, he was breathing, he was safe. Cynder sighed.
“Thank God” She said quietly, walking away a little and lying down. Staring out into the blackness all around her.

It was so dark, Cynder could hardly tell the sky from the sea. She didn’t like it, being stranded on this weird rock. Somewhere in the middle of the ocean. But she couldn’t leave.
“I should sleep…” She whispered. Not sure why, but this place was so quiet…
The quiet was none like Cynder had ever heard. So still and silent. It was more terrifying than going up against Malefor. The thought of purple dragons brought up Spyro, was he awake? Did he know they had gone? Was he looking for them?

Cynder looked down, trying to distract herself from the thought they would never see Spyro again. The water beside her seemed blacker than the water some way off. So dark and mysterious. Cynder wouldn’t be able to tell if something was looking at her underneath even if it shining as brightly as the sun. Cynder thought if anything was below her, fish? She did not dare put her paw in to find out. What if a sea monster, a real one, was there?

She thought about what it would feel like, being face to face with a sea monster. Thinking about how scary, how terrifying that would be. Cynder shivered. That thought was not a nice one. Thoran stirred. But did not wake. Cynder lay her head down. Looking at the smooth surface of the rock. It was almost like silk. At one point, there was a curve downwards. With a large lump inside. Occasionally, Cynder thought the rock was moving, she did not like it at all.

To sooth her thoughts, she stared at the lump. Admiring the smoothness and colour. A pale silver-blue. It looked so real, so life like. Cynder was starting to feel a bit better, when the lump moved. The silver shot up, revealing a huge, blue, eye. Cynder held her breath. She had wondered what being face to face with a sea monster was like. Now she knew.

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Poor Cynder...well...at least Thoran's alive.

Kind of ironic that..

What is?