Introduction
Cynder was trying to comfort Spyro. He couldn't sleep, or he would have memories of Ignitus's death. He would softly cry, trying not to be heard, but Cynder could hear. It was Autumn, just a year since Ignitus had die. Spyro hadn't slept in weeks, and Cynder was worried. But tonight was different. He went to sleep. "Finally!" Thought Cynder. Spyro had lost his fire breath all together. "It reminds me of...him." He would say, when it was brought up. Spyro was asleep, but sat up suddenly. He was dreaming. "Hello? Where am I? This is familiar. Anybody here?" He was in a dark, yet welcoming place. He, Spyro, who was not afraid of anything, was shaking. Not because he was cold. "I've been expecting you. For almost a year now. Welcome." Where is Cynder? He thought to himself. It hit him. He was dreaming.
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Well, that's it for now. Plz comment. I'll write more L8r.