And yes, this is a short story like it says.---------------------------------------
''Cynder...are you awake......?
Cynder opened her eyes, meeting the sunny yellow glow of a dragonfly, and the eyes of the once dragons that were her sworn enemies. ''Sparx?'' Cynder asked the glow.
''Duh! Who else? Malefor?''
The very mention of Malefor's name made Cynder cringe. Her body tensed, and she felt paralyzed. Her life felt it was missing something....as if there was a hole in a building which made the towering beauty a mere cripple.
''Cynder, you may want to look at this.'' A tall green dragon said.
The dragon led Cynder out of the dark pass, and into the sun-soaked land. The black dragoness felt like she was just a hatchling that was addicted to staying in the murky indoors. The very light made her feel blind. Finally, the light settled and it became known.
Large peices of land were floating like the Floating Islands. Large, tiny, medium; all sizes. ''Terrador....what happened?'' Cynder asked.
''This is our world now.'' Terrador explained. ''This is how the Dragon Realms looks like. Ever since Malefor was pulled down, ever since Spyro unleashed the Fury that made the world whole once more.''
Spyro.
So that was the missing hole in her life. Spyro. Cynder dared not to speak his name, or any matter concerning purple dragons. It was too early right now. Whispers aroused that sounded like the chorus of a sad song...
''Wasn't she the Terror of the Skies...?''
''Indeed....now our hero...''
''The last of our heroes...''
Nobody would consider Cynder's heroic status as true. She was simply the villian; the Terror of the Skies, but Malefor was gone. She was free now, but she wasn't free from the past that continued to haunt her...
Few weeks later...
''Where will the dragons find shelter?''
''At Warfang, what else?''
''I thought Warfang was destroyed.'' came Cynder's response. Cyril silenced himself. ''Well, soon, I am no longer the Ice Guardian and will look for potential recuits. Until we find a shelter for this hubbub, I will not retire in peace.''
''Nor will I.'' Volteer added.
Light continued to drown the debris of the Dragon Realms...or was it? Cynder stepped away from the shady cave and into the light. Spyro...where are you...? She thought.
Flap. Flap.
The ominous sound of wings beating rasped through Cynder's ears. A light orange wing membrane was visible, and was wraped in a white, otherworldly glow.
Flap.
Cynder assumed her battle stance. ''Show yourself, coward!'' She hissed. ''I defeated Malefor myself!''
''Did you know? or did I help you?''
Glimmering, purple scales were shining with the sun. Golden horns, and friendly purple eyes. Cynder settled herself. An omen? Unreal. Her claw reached out to touch the dragon's neck.
Real.
''It really is you...'' She said.
''Yeah...and I'm back...for good.''
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