darkSpyro

Cynder twitched in her sleep. She quivered again. A spine-chilling feeling was upon her. She saw a pair of purple eyes in the murky distance, but as the eyes came closer, they changed. Wicked gold.
Malefor's eyes.
"We'll take him together!" Spyro said diturmandly.
Cynder nodded in a forced way, she knew very well what was going to happen.
Malefor gave a shrill laugh.
"You think you can beat me!" he cackled.
Malefor shot a luminous beam at Spyro, he crashed through the wall, but Malefor didn't stop. He swiped at Spyro's face, needles of blood splashing everywhere.
"Spyro!!!" Cynder cried, and she flew at Malefor and shoved her claw into his yellow eye.
But...
Malefor put a fuzz of black jolts into her body, she screamed in terror. But Cynder's body became thin and spindly, scythes on her back, spiny wings stretching up on giant stalks. She pierced Spyro's neck and he flopped to the floor, de-
But Cynder awoke (screaming) before she could bare to think it. Spyro rushed in.
"What is it?!" he asked in alarm, putting his purple paw on his shoulder.
But she couldn't tell. The dreams had started months ago, they were just getting worse and worse, sometimes they were the same, sometimes they were different, but one thing was for certain that Cynder had figured out by now.

Her dreams came true.

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"Are you sure you're all right?" Spyro asked.
"Yes," Cynder said.
"Sure"
"Yes!"
She wasn't though. She was wrong wrong wrong. The dream kept rewinding itself in her mind. She looked at Spyro and her eyes filled with watery tears.
"Cynder?" Spyro whispered, putting his arm round her.
"GET OFF!" Cynder yelled, pulling away and rushing hastily down the corridor.
Spyro sat in the room, his arm wrapped round an invisible being.
Cynder pushed open a door and stood on a mossy balcony, her eyes glinting. She heard a crack behind her. Sniffing, she looked round through her teary eyes, but with misty vision or not, there was no way of telling if someone was there.
But then a pair of clawed hands met her back and shoved her over the balcony, down, down, down, then she hit the furry grass with a muffled thump. Laying there unconcious, she heard a frantic cry.
"Cynder! Oh G*d!"
A dragon fluttered down, but Cynder didn't know who. 'Not Spyro, the dragon's voice too hissing to be his. Not Ignitus, he wasn't agile enough to push me with his hands. Not Volteer, he wouldn't have kept his trap shut for that long, but Terrador and Cyril were out on Important Buisness, so who was it?' Cynder thought.
"Cynder....please wake up, I'm so sorry," the dragon said.
'Aha!' thought Cynder. "Marley!"

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'Cynder!'
She stuck her tounge out comically and crossed her paws over her chest, then shivered. Imagining really being shoved under the earth in a coffin.
"I'm sorry!" Marley said.
"Why did you shove me like that, eh?" Cynder asked.
"I didn't mean to shove you that hard," Marley whispered.
"You could have killed me," Cynder said, getting up. "So what are you doing here?"
"Ouch, please help," Marley hissed, cringing suddenly.
Marley was Cynder's brother that she had once attacked when she was evil. He had inky black scales with twirly silver markings engraved on his skin, with twin blood red wings sticking out of his back with sharp curled claws on them, like Cynder. There was a deep gash sliced through his leg, blood oozing out of it like a ruby waterfall.
"It was a Viper Dragon," Marley said, wincing as Cynder dabbed at his leg with a powdered leaf.
Cynder looked closely, the mint powder seemed to be drying up the poison, but the cut itself was a...whole new story, how...could she...stitch it up...? Maybe...with...s-o-m-e...ro......ot...thr-e-a-d......
Cynder fell to the floor, eyelids closes, thick black lashes curled over the rim of the lids like prison bars, they weren't going to open...not until the bad dream was over anyway...

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