Anyway, I didn't did my best at the chapters but oh well. Note that this whole story might be only 5 chapters long unless I get new ideas.-----------------------------------------------
Rather weird how dreams aren’t real…
…how good beats evil…
and how day turns into night…
the world…
is…
…weird…
Spyro’s head rested on the flat rock as he tried to force himself to sleep. Lately, he became a very busy dragon in Warfang. Being busy meant stress. Having stress meant that he had less time with his friends, and more time struggling to get some proper sleep. “Tired lately?” A feminine voice asked.
Spyro groaned. “If it’s about the ramparts, don’t bother.” He growled angrily.
“Someone’s grouchy.” The voice giggled.
Finally, Spyro lost it. He was about to lunge at that annoying voice when he found himself locked against emerald-green eyes. “C-C-Cynder! By the Ancestors!” Spyro roared, retreating in shock.
“Shut up, Spyro!” Cynder laughed at Spyro. “How’s my little child doing?”
“I am not your son!”
“Neither am I your mother!”
“So why’d you call me that!?”
“Because you lack sense of love!” Cynder snapped.
The two looked at each other before they were enveloped in silence. Usually, Cynder was ‘the bearer of bad news’ and whenever she came in, Spyro would be in a grumpy mood. Now, she had a smile on her face. “What?” Spyro asked her jokingly.
“Just come with me!”
“If this is bad news, I promise I will rip your head off.”
”Like you’ll do that.”
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