So here's a fanfic I just thought right on the spot. Enjoy!------------------------------
Chapter One
“I’m scared.” A meek voice whispered.
“Don’t be.” Another voice replied. “I promise, we’ll get out of here.”
Two dragonesses emerged from a tiny cave. One was black and slender, while the other had a shade of light purple. Through the dusk they went, hiding when they had the chance and running when no enemies were present. Although Spyro had defeated the Dark Master, there was still darkness running amuck.
Protect our child, Cynder.
The black dragoness, possessing the name of Cynder, grasped the light purple hatchling tightly. Since her father, Spyro had left them; Cynder was left to teach the hatchling the ways of life and his elements. What seemed to bother Cynder the most was that she had no name for the hatchling; the son of Spyro, the son of a hero. She knew that the hatchling needed a name of power. All that Spyro seemed to call the hatchling was ‘child’.
Promise me you’ll take care of him?
“Mommy, I hear them.” The hatchling whimpered.
“I know. Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” Cynder answered, scooping the hatchling up with her paws.
Even when Spyro was here, Cynder found herself tired. Their son had fallen ill during winter. Myths said that those who were born in the winter’s harsh weather were meant to die. Cynder didn’t believe those; she believed her child would prosper and continue on to become a hero.
Purple dragons were of no use now.
“After them! I see those wretched dragons!” A voice roared through the forest.
Promise me…
“I promise.” Cynder whispered.
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