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Here's another chapter for you guys, and a doozy of one too. This will mark that special scene I've been planning for you guys (and why it's taken so long it takes a long time to muster the courage to do these scenes now...) So yeah, this scene is definitely NSFW and if you're not 18, get out before your parents drag you kicking and screaming! :3

Expect more chapters momentarily as I scrounge them from my archive...

Chapter 37: The Winter Tundra

Dragon Realms, Uncharted System

May 7, 2204

1312 Hours

Forests Surrounding Eastern Mountain Banks

Bently marched in front of Spyro, carrying his club as they walked outside. A small scarf blew in the wind as it sat snuggly around Spyro's neck. The storm had subsided, the sun once again breaking through the clouds and hitting Spyro's scales. It still felt cold as hell outside, but at least it was more bearable for the young dragon. The smaller brother, Bartholomew, followed right behind, almost hopping through the snow.

They had been walking for a little while now, disembarking from Bently's cave and heading into the surrounding forests in search of Cynder. Bently said he saw her nearby in the forests heading up the mountain side only hours before and to Spyro, that was a lead he needed to pursue...

"So Spyro, tell me more about Warfang, that dragon city. I've heard about it a few times already but I've never been there myself." Bently said while turning his head slightly, trying to initiate a conversation.

"Warfang?" Spyro asked, snapping out of his thoughts. He finally connected his thoughts again, grunting softly as he remembered the city.

"It's a beautiful city... er, was. Was built by the moles to honor the dragons but for as long as I remember its been under attack by Malefor's forces. Me and my friends were pushed back there along with what forces we had left and Malefor crushed us..." He said, rubbing his head softly.

"Oh that's too bad... Where are your friends now?"

"They're around here somewhere... trying to move up the mountain and attack the Dark Master's citadel."

"Well why aren't ya there with them? Could really give a good one to Malefor." Bartholomew said while punching in the air, skipping in front of Spyro. Spyro smirked a bit but suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He had left them to search for Cynder, and probably blew their best chance to take down the citadel here and now. Why wasn't he with them?

Bently noticed his silence and turned his head to look at Spyro who was walking slower now.

"Spyro?" Bently asked.

"Oh! I uh... well I guess I should be helping them, shouldn't I..." Spyro said softly as he looked at the snow. Bently stopped and turned to face Spyro, placing the club on his shoulder.

"You're out looking for your friend, that's why." Bently said softly. Spyro stopped as well.

"But I should be there helping them..."

"Yeah, maybe. Though you're here looking for your pal, someone you care deeply about. I'm sure they're doing fine right now." Bently said. Spyro took in a deep breath before raising his head.

"Yeah, I guess so..." Spyro said.

"What's this then? Why's he so upset." Bartholomew said while hopping around in the snow again.

"Oh don't worry, you'll understand when you're older."

"Oh but I want to know now! Come on big bro!" Bartholomew whined.

Bently simply chuckled and softly pet his head, getting a pouting look from Bartholomew.

"Right then, let's keep going." Bently said as he turned and walked. Spyro followed a little closer this time, Bartholomew just right behind.

"So Bently, what was your home like, you know, without the Dark Master and everything?" Spyro asked as Bently placed his club on his shoulder again.

"Well, can't say it was much better there. Like I said, everyone was fighting each other. Wasn't very pretty. Though, things didn't always seem like that. Guess the violence just spilled over to where we were, so we left."

"I see..."

"For the time it was peaceful though, it was nice. The mountain range we lived in overlooked a valley that would just take your breath away. There were different tribes who all spoke their own languages, traded and lived free of any tyranny, until the violence came and oh did it come... Pretty soon they were all fighting one another for supremacy."

"Were there any dragons there?" Spyro asked, curious as he heard of Bently talk of different tribes.

"Come to think of it? No. I hadn't even heard of a dragon until we crossed the Ocean that Split the Land in Two. Once we crossed over we heard tales of these large creatures that used to dominate the continent, now no more. We had seen several tribes of reptilian creatures though, but no dragons."

"That's strange... Guess we never made it over there then." Spyro said. It was kind of interesting for an area to have no knowledge of dragons, considering how powerful they used to be. Man Spyro wished he could have seen them when they were in their prime... just to see the cities up north Bently talked about.

"It's so strange I've never heard of half the creatures over here, up until we arrived here I didn't even know this land existed. Our family lived there for generations until one day we crossed the ocean and found this place. It's amazing really." Bently finally said.

"It is so strange, two worlds living right next to each other... What kept people from crossing the ocean to learn of one another?" Spyro asked.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. We never even thought about the prospect until my father decided one day to do it. Then we never looked back since..." The yeti kept walking forward after that, Spyro watching them as they continued to trudge through the snow. Eventually they reached what looked like a small gorge, a frozen river running through it as pine trees occupied every inch of space around them.

"Well, this is where I saw her. Right over there." Bently said as he pointed his club towards the small frozen stream.

"I saw her trudging through the snow, as if trying to sneak up on the citadel." Spyro then noticed the black citadel in the sunlight as it sat embedded in the mountain, in plain sight as the trees parted in such a way that presented a perfect portrait of it and its dominating figure over the landscape.

"I'll bet if we follow this river, we'll find more clues as to where she is now. I'm pretty sure that storm prevented her from going far." Bently said. The storm... Spyro now felt a chill in him. He almost didn't make it out there. He hoped Cynder had taken shelter from it. Perhaps she was still there.

"Alright, let's go." Spyro said. Bently nodded as Bartholomew sat right behind, trying to peer over their shoulders. They moved along the riverbed, finding little in the way of clues as the freshly fallen snow had covered up any traces of her paw prints. Unrelenting, they kept on. The bright sun cast a brilliant light upon the frost as they walked, Spyro watching as he breathed softly. It really did look beautiful. Up until now, the only snow he had seen was from Dante's Freezer and its open plains and old ruins. This forest... it was so... breathtaking. There was no simple way to put it.

"Hold up..." Bently said softly as he crouched and held his hand up in front of Spyro to stop him. The river bed turned a bit, heading uphill more as they could see a small group of Apes walking towards them. Due to the turn in the river and curve of the land, the Apes couldn't see them just yet.

"Oh I hate these little blokes... Been prancing all over my mountain for months now..." Bently said softly.

"Clean their clock big bro!" Bartholomew said softly, Bently instructing him to speak softer with a silent shush.

"Oh, sorry." He said

"Wanna take these guys out or let them... Spyro?" Bently said as he turned. Spyro had already started making his way forward through the trees adjacent to the riverbed.

"Stay here Bartholomew, we'll take care of them." Bently said softly as he tried to do the same, a little unsuccessful due to his large size.

The trio of Apes who wandered in the snow stopped as one was messing with his armor, the others seeming to scold him for something in their string of chants and grunts. Spyro was the first to make a move, leaping from the trees and catching the last Ape in his claws, sending him into the snow behind the others. This caught their attention as they turned, giving Bently the chance to charge. Upon hearing the large creature advancing, the two Apes turned and saw a large mass of fur, muscle and club hurling at them. They didn't even get a chance to react before they were sent flying by his club and into the nearest tree. The Ape Spyro had struggled but Spyro bit him in the neck, silencing him. Spyro got up softly, feeling an inherent anger for loosing all that he had cared about in the past few weeks. Nothing was going to stop him. He was going to find Cynder.

"Spyro mate, you alright?" Bently asked as he jogged over, Bartholomew running up right behind as well.

"Huh, oh! Right!" Spyro said, snapping out of it.

"Alright, well we better get going then." Bently said as he ushered Spyro onwards. Spyro nodded as he took a deep breath, trotting in pursuit of them.

They continued on their way again, snow falling softly from a few clouds the dotted the sky, covering the now fresh bodies they left behind. Spyro sighed softly as he didn't know what had gotten over him... he just felt... angry. That's all he could really say. He shook his head softly to expel the thoughts from his head, following close behind Bently who had shouldered his club.

Their journey went uninterrupted for a little while, the silent sounds of their footsteps crushing into the snow below them resonating in the otherwise dead calm of the forest. Bartholomew walked behind Spyro, er, hopped rather. The happy-go-lucky fellow made Spyro feel at peace a bit, a sense of innocence at least calming his nerves as the cold had long failed to do that.

The riverbed by this time had all but vanished under the layers of snow everywhere, forest just ahead of them now.

"Well mate... you want to keep looking on? I don't know what other main path to follow from here." Bently said softly as he turned to Spyro. Spyro looked out into the still scene, taking in a deep breath before looking up at the yeti.

"I know she's out there somewhere. I have to keep going." He said. Bently nodded.

"Right then! One thing though, its all forest beyond here. The only noticeable landmark is a castle-like temple that follows the mountain's edge. That's pretty far from here." Bently said. Spyro took in another deep breath before nodding softly.

"I understand."

"Right, well I have your back." Bently said in response.

"I do too!" Bartholomew said as he hopped up in the snow. Spyro smiled a bit before turning back to the forest, waiting just a second before he stepped into it. The two yetis followed right behind, the stillness of the forest taking up the space they left vacant as snow slowly filled their footprints.

1522 Hours

"Damn it." Karson said as the snow blew out his small fire.

"Hey, no lights, the Apes might catch us out here." Allison said as she walked by, Karson kicking out what little embers remained as the snow storm still blew around them.

"Yeah, yeah I know..." Karson said as he pulled his scarf up a bit. The rocky cove had, for the most part, shielded the Nighthawk and Sparrowhawk from the snow. They had just seen Zephyr off a little while ago along with hunter, the biggest thing on their minds now was where in the hell Spyro and Wagner were. That old bastard was wounded, how could he have just wandered off like that?

"Still no sign of the el tee?" Allison asked as a few other of the Marines with them kept themselves warm.

"Nope, no sign... I have no idea why he would wander off like that, let alone Spyro."

"Out in this storm they could've both gotten killed..." Allison said with a low voice. Karson sighed in agreement. As they stood, the snow continued to bombard them, causing them to move towards the drop ships. Karson was managing to get by using his fire abilities to heat his body. Allison managed to cancel out the cold with her abilities.

As they stood near the tail of the Sparrow, Karson could see something in the snow drifts. He squinted a bit, seeing a large dragon. He grabbed his rifle, brushing off the frost as he tried to make them out better. Allison, seeing Karson make for his weapon grabbed her own as she looked out, seeing the creature as well.

Karson continued to watch them as they just stared back errily.

"That thing is giving me the creeps..." Allison said softly.

"So you can see it too?"

"Of course... I wonder if it's hostile."

"I hope not... Maybe it's a survivor from Warfang, here to help." Karson said as he lowered his weapon a bit.

"I don't know... I think-"

Suddenly an explosion blew snow into the air as the figure drew nearer, seeming to fire at them as the other soldiers got up from their spots, grabing their own weapons.

"Contact!" One said, seeing the creature. The dragon reared its head back, a blue beam firing at them as it hit near the aircraft, blowing snow and dirt into the air.

"Engage!" Karson said as he crouched, firing his rifle as spent casings flew into the snow. He hadn't even bothered to suppress his weapon. Too late now...

Thankfully the storm drowned out the sounds of their weapons' fire, anybody outside of their little cove oblivious to anything happening there.

The creature seemed unphased by their actions. He seemed to just stand there, once in a while firing a beam at them as it detonated harmlessly to the side. Karson alligned his sights so they sat directly on the dragon's chest. He held the trigger down, emptying his entire magazine until he heard the weapon clicking. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The same dragon he had been aiming at fired another beam at them, hitting an area a few feet in front of him. The impact was so close it caused him to back up, the heat splashing over him as the snow quickly covered up the scorched ground where it impacted.

"The hell, are we even hitting them?!" One Marine yelled. He seemed to speak the thoughts every one of the soldiers was thinking as they fired their entire magazine at them to no effect. One even fired a rocket, it vanishing into the snow as it neared the figure.

"What in the...?" He asked softly. Karson held his fire, not wanting to waste another preasious magazine of rounds, seeing as the others had gone to burst firing, having no effect still.

The dragon finally stopped its attacks as the Marines fired less rounds at them because of the lack of affects they were having. Karson stared at the dragons as they seemed to stare at them for the longest time before one of them flapped its large wings and sailing into the air. The others did the same, taking off after the first one.

Karson watched for a while before running into the Sparrowhawk, Allison running after him.

"What're you doing?" Allison asked as she ran in through the back ramp.

"We gotta follow them!" Karson said as he pulled off his scarf, running into the cockpit where the pilot and co-pilot had seen the whole thing.

"Get this bird airborne, we gotta follow those dragons." Karson said. The pilots turned to look at him before the pilot started flipping at the switches, causing the aircraft to come to life.

"Can you even track him?" Allison asked as she panted.

"As long as I can breathe yeah." The pilot remarked, having a sort of southern accent as she flipped another dial.

A few of the Marines trotted in from outside, the others staying with the Nighthawk as the ramp closed.

Spears and another Marine stood in the troop bay as they held onto the side, the aircraft saling into the air and out of the cove. They flew up and around the bend, tracking the creatures as they moved along the eastern side of the mountains.

"Where do you think he's going?" Allison asked Karson as he stood in the cockpit, watching the almost white canopy.

"I don't know... but he didn't attack us and not harm any of us on purpose... he wanted us to follow him. Think about it." He said. It did sort of make sense. She didnt know why any of their attacks didn't work but why would he attack them, not harm a single one of them, then just take off like that? Something was odd. Then again, everything was odd.

"Hold on, things are going to get choppy." The pilot said as she directed the aircraft in-between several mountains, expertly dodging them as she flew low to avoid detection. Eventually the storm started to subside as they emerged from a large cloud, seeing a clear expanse beyond them as they flew along the edge of the mountain. They could make out the dragon in the distance as they kept just shy of dissapearing from sight. The Sparrowhawk banked over another mountain top as it kept in hot pursuit, never loosing sight of him.

1645 Hours

Eastern Mountain banks

Spyro sat in a small crevice, shivering softly as Bently stoked a small fire. They had been searching for Cynder now for several hours in this forest and had found absolutely nothing. Only snow and pine trees met their every foot stride. Complicating this was that nightfall was fast approaching and now they sat in this small crevice the side of the mountain.

"Looks like another small storm's blowing in. Don't know why they keep coming so frequently now." Bently said as he looked outside, seeing the clouds forming in the distance as the sun started its descent. Spyro sighed softly. No clues, no sightings, nothing. They had nothing. He turned to look outside as the clouds blew over the mountains in the distance, creating a beautiful scene as storm clouds loomed in the distance once more. As Spyro looked out, he could see the form of a dragon standing out among a hilltop, looking down on the group. Bently seemed to not even notice it as Spyro continued to look out, squinting into the snow clouds as they passed over the mountains.

Spyro started moving out of the cave, Bently turning to see this and was surprised.

"Spyro, you see something?" Bently asked with an quizzical look. Spyro just walked to the mouth of the cave, looking at the figure as it slipped away behind the banks. Spyro dashed out and into the snow.

"Wait! Spyro! Bartholomew come on!" Bently said as he grabbed his club and dashed out into the snow.

"Oh, do we have to?!" Bartholomew said as he ran out as well. Spyro ran up the side of mountain and into the nearby forest. The dragon figure dashed through the trees ahead of Spyro, leaping from side to side as snow was kicked up. Spyro gave chase, trying to catch up. He had to find out who this was, he just had to!

"Wait up! Spyro, hold up mate!" Bently yelled as he tried to keep pace. Snow started to fall all around them again as they ventured deep into the forest, the darkening sky casting a veil over them as the forest seemed to just draw them deeper in. Spyro continued on, following the figure as it danced from tree to tree, encasing Spyro in a trance-like state as he saw the figure moving across his vision in a dazzling sense, making him forget everything else...

Before long Spyro stood panting in the snow as Bently and Bartholomew came up behind, also low on breath as Spyro coughed a bit.

"What... what's gotten... into you...?" Bently asked. Spyro finally realized just what he did.

"I uh... thought I saw something..." Spyro felt embarrassed. Who was that dragon? Why did he keep seeing him over and over again? What did he want?

Bently looked out ahead and grunted as he walked over, ushering Spyro to look over.

"Looks like we found the temple... and covered the ground in less than an hour..." He said as they looked over towards the structure.

They were standing along the edge of a cliff where the forest sat. Below them was a large chasm that stretched out to another cliff face opposite of them that went up along the mountain the citadel was perched on. Embedded in the cliff face was a structure- almost a compound as several caves dotted the Cliffside. Behind the compound there was a large wall that was made of rock, with the shield wall directly on top of it. Spyro looked at it hard. There seemed to be an entrance into the wall that went beyond the barrier...

The structure seemed to be a fortress that went through the barrier, this had to be a crossing point!

"Ah, the Winter Tundra." Bently said softly.

"Winter Tundra?" Spyro asked.

"Yeah, it's part of old Avalar." Bently explianed.

"Does it go beyond that shield wall?" Spyro asked.

"I think it does, the temple has a passage that goes straight through the wall but I believe its blocked right now." Bently said. Spyro sighed as he looked at it. The damn place was teeming with Apes! Looking harder he could see one of the drones standing in front of the main gate that went into the compound. It looked like one of the larger ones, the Drone Grenadiers. An Ape seemed to be trying to command it, telling it to patrol the area. The drone was non-responsive though. It ignored him entirely, just standing like a hawk at that post. Were the drones only under the Dark Master's command? It didn't make sense though, since Spyro would have thought then either he'd be the commander, or would follow the commands of someone on the ground, such as the Ape. Spyro sighed softly, examining the area more as he saw several caves that seemed to line the cliff-side. Looking harder Spyro could make out that dragon, sitting on the cliff-side, watching him!

Spyro repressed an impulse to just leap off and pursue him, instead letting out a soft grunt.

"Something up mate?" Bently asked.

"We have to search the compound." He said.

"You ready to deal with all those blokes down there?" Bently asked as he shouldered his club.

"You bet I am." Spyro said with a concentrated gaze. Bently chuckled.

"Alright, I know a way we can catch them off guard. We'll take them by surprise."

Bently started along the side of the cliff that moved towards the Winter Tundra. Spyro followed in closely as they made their way around. Spyro kept watch on the plateau in front of the fortress, that Drone Grenadier standing like a hawk as Ape guards moved back and forth. When they were halfway there seemed to be more activity down there. Stopping for a glance, Spyro saw a group of Apes holding a dragon about his age as they were obviously being held prisoner. They Apes took the prisoner to the Ape Spyro assumed was the Commander, the Ape who was yelling at the drone just earlier.

He squinted, trying to make out the details on the dragon, seeing it was.... a female! She had... black scales... red underbelly... it was Cynder! Spyro moved closer to the edge as he looked on, watching the spectical. She was being presented to the Commander, looking beaten as two Apes held her up. One of the Apes was talking to the Commander, telling him something that was humerous, he letting out an obvious chuckle. The other Apes patrolling let out laughs too, some cheering or throwing objects at her. The Grublins nearby did the same, chanting something Spyro couldn't hear. The Commander approached Cynder and grabbed her head, saying something to her before hitting her and letting the Apes drag her away as he laughed.

Spyro couldn't take it anymore. He flapped his wings, preparing to lift off to rescue her when he felt a tug at his tail.

"Wait Spyro! Don't do anything rash!" Bently said as he held Spyro down.

"But I have to help her! She needs my help!" Spyro said, still struggling.

"Yes but that won't help her, we charge headlong in they might relocate her or worse. We have to sneak in." Bently said. Spyro finally calmed down, breathing hard.

"Alright..." He finally said.

Bently released Spyro, he taking in a deep breath before nodding to Bently who turned to move along the cliff once more. Spyro followed close behind with Bartholomew.

They finally were just parallel to the plateau, a small footpath moving from the forest above towards the Winter Tundra just beyond.

Bently moved so he could inch across, pressing his back against the wall as he held the club tight so it didn't fall. Spyro joined him on the footpath, slowly making his way over. Bently reached the other side and issued a warning to his brother to stay put where he was as Spyro made it to the other side as well. They moved in the shadows of the cliffs and took cover behind a rock as an Ape patrol moved nearby. Two catapults had been set up recently here as well, though they looked empty for the time being. Spyro wasn't sure what purpose they were to serve but they might as well take them out.

From here there were two ways to go: up and down. Up went to the main gate and the Grenadier, and down went to where they took Cynder. He'd have to secure Cynder before anything else. He didn't want any harm to come to her.

"Alright mate, we got several patrols moving around, wanna go free your friend down there before the fireworks start?" Bently asked softly.

"Right..." Spyro said softly.

"Right, I'll stay here and stop anymore patrols from heading down there. Go and free your friend." Bently said. Spyro nodded as he waited for a patrol up ahead to turn around before leaping out from his cover to the path nearby. He quickly descended where he spotted the patrol from earlier, grunting as they were going towards the cave. He reached the base of the path that lead to the cave, slapping his back against the rocky wall as he peeked inside. Inside was what appeared to be a derelict portal. The arch ascended from the ground but was empty as a few Apes sat inside, cleaning their weapons and keeping warm. The patrol seemed to be talking with them and in the back of the cave sat a black figure- Cynder.

Spyro's heart started to race as he saw this, almost leaping to engage them as he calmed himself. She appeared to be unconscious and was bruised. The Apes had obviously abused and beaten her. They had to pay. All of them.

Without further hesitation Spyro moved into the cave. A waterfall in the back dumped water into a small pond and river that flowed through the mouth of the cave and emptied off of the cliff. Spyro moved through the water, which announced his arrival to the other Apes in the cave.

The Apes spun around, seeing Spyro leap into the cave as water was kicked onto the cave floor. One of the apes let out a screech before Spyro bit him in the neck, tackling him over. The others sprung to action, grabbing for their swords and weapons. Spyro didn't let them.

Spyro unleashed a wave of fire that engulfed the group before him. They yelled and writhed in pain before falling in the river to be carried off. One ape escaped Spyro's wrath, managing to have leapt in the pool of water nearby as he tried to swim away. Spyro growled. He wouldn't let any of these bastards get away. He leapt into the water as well, grabbing his leg and dragging him back to his fate.

Spyro emerged a few moments later, panting heavily as he looked onto the body of his friend... of Cynder. Her chest rose and fell softly as she had slept through the ordeal. He walked over and licked her cheek softly, feeling a deep pang of sorrow for allowing this to happen. He would make things right. He would make them all pay...

He dashed out of the cave and back up to meet up with Bently. They were going to clear this fortress. As he ascended up, he saw Bently still behind the rock, waiting for his friend to return.

"You find your friend mate?" Bently asked, seeing the dragon return with a solemn look on him.

"Yeah... she's alright. Let's clear this place out." He said softly. Bently nodded, understanding as he shifted his body weight.

"You ready?" Bently asked. Spyro nodded as well, staring down the Drone.

"Right, let's go." Bently said as he leapt over the rock and used the shadow coming off the fortress wall to get close to an Ape sentry who was standing by the main door. Spyro went right behind him, growling lowly as Bently raised his club preparing to engage. The Ape heard something behind him and turned to see Bently's club contact.

After that, all hell broke loose.

The Drone turned, sensing something amiss as the Ape's body slowly fell from the fortress wall. Another Ape let out a soft grunt as Spyro leapt in for the kill, snagging him around the neck as Spyro brought the Ape down with his own body weight. The Drone muttered something unintelligible to Spyro, the others springing to action as they ran for their weapons, arrows already pelting the ground near Spyro as he flew off the dead Ape to avoid them. Bently yelled as he swung his club, smacking several arrows out of the air as Orcs continued to fire them. Apes charged with swords as the Ape commander grabbed at his own club that radiated with elemental energy.

The Drone raised its arm, the cannon mounted on it glowing purple as it aimed at Spyro.

"Look out mate!" Bently yelled. Spyro grunted, sailing to the side to avoid the bolt of energy that sailed from its arm, detonating as it made contact with the ground. Spyro landed on the ground skidding as the Drone lowered its arm to cool it down, the Ape commander rushing them now. Bently ran in his path, blocking his club with his own as the two stood at a dead even, struggling to gain a footing over the other as their clubs grinded together. Spyro leapt forward, going to deal with the Drone.

Bently roared as the Commander brought his sword down, sending a bright wave of energy which Bently slammed his ice club down to counter. This send a wave of kinetic energy that burst through the elemental energy and dispirsed it, giving enough room for Bently to avoid the blast. Several smaller Apes rushed the large yeti, he sensing them and retrieving his club from the ground and slamming it headlong into their chests.

The Commander came again, trying to slash into the yeti with his sharp blade. Bently wouldn't have any of it. He brought his club around again and smashed it into the blade. He growled at the Commander as they both fought hard, the blade and the club meeting at full contact and not moving. Finally Bently relented and let the Commander fall into his attack before rolling out from underneath and smashing his club into the backside of the Ape's head, sending him down. More Apes rushed Bently, who leapt off of the Commander's back and rolled to the side, avoiding their arrows as Spyro and the drone dueled.

The drone stood its ground, aiming its arm once more as another bolt sailed by Spyro. Spyro rolled to the side and skid to a halt as the ground near him erupted in fire and smoke. Spyro grunted as he regained himself, leaping towards the Drone who raised its arm to block Spyro who grabbed it and tried to knock the Drone down. The larger creature stood its ground, swinging his arm and sending Spyro into the ground. Spyro immediately opened his muzzle and unleased a jet of fire onto the drone who walked into it, his large feet threatening to crush Spyro. Spyro backed up and used more fire, it not affecting the creature at all as it aimed point blank at Spyro with its cannon arm.

Spyro gasped and rolled to the side, the round destroying the area he was just at. Regaining his footing, he switched to electricity,remembering how effective it was against the grenediers in Warfang. Electricity sprang forth from his maw, striking against the drone, causing it to shudder and fall to its knees, it quickly fired its energy cannon to defiance.

Spyro, unable to remain where he was, flew upwards, canceling his beam as a bolt flew where he had been standing. Firing another beam of electricity, Spyro hit the drone but arrows flying nearby caused Spyro to fly higher, the Apes trying to shoot him out of the sky.

Spyro strafed the Drone as the Apes joined him, cracks of electricity hitting the drone, near or even some of the Ape soldiers who ran by, causing them to yell in pain before falling over.

The gates to the compound opened up, Apes pouring out to challenge them as Bently knocked down another group of Apes who had come from a side cavern.

"You alright mate?!" Bently asked as he stood up, yelling out to Spyro who flapped his wings as the Drone fired another shot at him.

"A little busy!" Spyro yelled back. Bently chuckled before raising his club and running at the Apes who were forming in front of the gates. They heard his heavy footsteps before several were smacked away by his powerful club.

Spyro landed on top of the stone walls as he charged a powerful beam of electricity, firing it right at the drone as it impacted, the force and shock blowing one of its legs at the knees, crystalline pieces scattering across the ground. The drone fell backwards, landing on its back as it fired another shot off, missing by a wide angle, hitting the mountains beyond. Spyro fired another shot, hitting it in the chest as it started to crack. Firing more shots, Spyro managed to shoot off its large cannon arm and finally the last shot shattered the drone to pieces. Purple gasses escaped from the crystal body as parts broke off, sparks of electricity still sparking from the fallen creature.

At the sight of the drone's death, the Apes and Orcs there retreated back into the compound, Bently just smashing into the panicking creatures as he smashed them against the stone wall. Spyro flew in too, landing in the central courtyard.

In the center stood a vacant portal, like the ones outside as well but on a much larger scale. Apes retreated up the stairs to the central structure in the back, Bently busy smashing several Apes in the courtyard to notice. Spyro smirked as he swooped in to take care of them.

Spyro landed in front of the small group of Apes, some of them dropping their swords in shock as Spyro flapped his wings, smirking at them. They dropped to their knees, pleading as Spyro watched, frowning a little. He wasn't a merciless killer... though he wasn't sure if he could take prisoners. Spyro turned around, seeing the door they were running to. The large door lead into the structure deeper, maybe even beyond the barrier that sat above this structure.

"How do you open this door?" Spyro asked, turning back around.

"A key, you need a key!" One Ape sputtered.

"What kind of key...?" Spyro asked again.

"Orbs! Orbs, that's what he said! You need orbs to open this door! It'll take you passed the barrier, I swear!" He said in return.

Orbs... What about those... Spyro's eyes widened, remembering the stones he had received while in the coastal villages by Warfang. He wondered how many he needed... regardless, he knew how to get passed the barrier now.

"Get out of here." He said simply to them. They nodded softly, almost petrified. Sighing, Spyro went into a battle pose and made a slight move at them, causing them to yell in fear and run off the sides of the temple, scattering wherever they could go. Chuckling softly, Spyro walked down the stairs, seeing Bently finishing up as he walked over to him.

"Oh boy, well that was a work out. You alright?" He asked. Spyro nodded, turning back to the door upstairs.

"I need orbs to get that door open back there. It's the only way beyond the barrier." He said. Bently nodded.

"We need to get some orbs then." He said to Spyro.

"My friends have some... wish they were here..." Spyro said as he looked down.

"Well least you found your other friend, right?"

"Oh! Cynder!" Spyro yelled, remembering the young dragoness. He darted outside of the courtyard and to the tundra's exterior. He dashed down the path to the small cave, his paws splashing in the cold water as the stream continued to filter water through the small cave. Cynder still sat on the ground, breathing softly as she was still asleep. Spyro sat there, looking at her as his heart leapt up. She was there. Right there. He had found her at last.

He walked over to her, breathing softly before kneeling down to feel her soft scales.

He didn't even notice another figure standing in the cave with him.

Without warning, Spyro felt himself being launched into the cave wall, his body hitting the rocks hard, he letting out a rough yell as he landed beside the waterfall that dumped water into the room.

Spyro looked up, seeing the beaten Ape commander as he panted, his body heavily injured from his fight with Bently.

"I knew it'd only be a matter of time... before you showed up..." The Ape commander spoke lowly as he spit into the river, lumbering over towards Spyro. Spyro got back up, growling at him.

"Oh... how cute. You think you'll get anything out of... protecting her? This... bitch?! She's a dirty traitor... she deserved every little bit of torture I had my soldiers do to her..." He chuckled softly. Spyro growled lowly.

"You bastard... you'll pay for what you've done!" Spyro said, almost spitting as rage boiled in him. The commander merely laughed. He stumbled softly over to Cynder before kneeling down himself and stroking her scales softly.

"Oh yes, we enjoyed doing everything we could to her..."

"You get your hands off of her, you sick piece of shit!" Spyro yelled. He finally ran out over the stream and towards the Ape. He merely side stepped him, Spyro's head slamming into the cave wall as he staggered back, gripping his face.

"That's it... feel that? Feels great doesn't it..."

Spyro panted, letting his paws drift from his face as his eyes were filled with a blind rage.

Spyro leapt again, trying to hit the Ape once more. This time, he used his large fist to smack him in the face. His fist connected, ending his momentum and sending Spyro into the snow as he slowly got back up. The commander kicked Spyro while he was down, causing him to double over.

"You're weak, every bit as weak as her. The Dark Master will make short work of you... all of you... You will all be either his slaves, or just another rotting corpse dotting the landscape once he takes over..." The commander grabbed Spyro by the throat and brought him up.

"Just a reminder... to all those who oppose him... Maybe you can join Cynder, somewhere on a random hill top..."

Spyro growled more, panting faster and faster as he clenched his eyes shut.

"...both of your skeletons whipped by the winds, buried and lost to all of history..."

Something in Spyro snapped. The image of that burned into his head, creating a scene of absolute hell. This could not happen. This will not happen. Spyro will stop this. He would stop all of this.

Spyro's eyes began to glow purple, his scales letting off a small glow as he panted louder and louder, a growl also escaping his muzzle as he grabbed at the Ape's arms.

The Ape's smirk was gone as he watched the dragon before him turn, blackness encompassing his body. Finally Spyro looked up at the Ape silently, the Ape returning the silent look. Finally Spyro unleashed a wave of energy that shot the Ape back and into a wall, his arms releasing the dragon. Spyro hovered there for a second as a purple haze slowly escaped off his body. Before the Ape could get back up, Spyro was on top of him, pinning his head to the ground with his paw on his throat, growling lowly.

"The only one that dies tonight is you." Spyro said in a demonic voice. Spyro opened his muzzle, a ball of energy appearing slowly as the Ape looked up at him in sheer terror.

The beam left his muzzle and incinerated the Ape's head. There wasn't much left after Spyro finally disembarked the lifeless creature. He panted softly, rage still coursing through his veins.

"You alright mate..,.?" Spyro turned, seeing Bently walking into the room slowly, seeing the darkness emanating from the purple dragon. Spyro growled at him, approaching.

"Woah Spyro! Calm down mate, it's over, she's safe."

"No... it's too late... far too late!" Spyro yelled.

"Calm down mate, she's safe, it's over." Bently replied reassuringly. Spyro continued to vent his rage.

"Spyro!" Bently yelled now.

"Spyro." A new voice sounded off. A female's voice at that. It was soft... and it belonged to...

"Cynder...?" Spyro turned, seeing the black dragoness looking at him as she sat up, holding her body up with her arms as she looked at him.

"Cynder..." Spyro walked over to her, the darkness starting to fade as he stood in front of her. Her eyes held deep sorrow as tears fell down. She softly placed her muzzle against his, closing her eyes. Spyro did the same, his eyes slowly closing as his body returned to his normal purple hue. Bently took in a deep breath of relief. Smiling, he left the cave to let them visit with one another.

"Spyro... I'm so, so sorry..."

"Don't be... I should be..."

"No... I should never have left, I was scared..."

"It's ok, I'm here. We're both here."

Cynder slowly took a step back, looking at him, tears still dripping from her face.

Spyro brought one of his claws up, whipping it away softly. He felt a great... peace wash over him. His rage was gone, his anger sated.

"Spyro... can we... can we ever overcome our darkness...?" Cynder asked, fear in her voice. Spyro thought about that statement. This entire time, their darkness had been the seed of all their issues. Cynder's corruption... Spyro's anger... They had to overcome it. But... how?

"Cynder I..." He looked at her, tears falling from her eyes.

"We can Cynder, I think we can." He softly nuzzled her as he brought a wing to shield her softly.

"How though..." She said.

"I don't know Cynder. I really don't... but, we can fight it. We can fight it together... not alone. We can't do it alone..." He didn't know if that was right or not, it just... felt right to say, you know?

Cynder was silent for a bit before nodding softly, sniffing.

"Together...?" She asked, looking up at him with her deep green eyes.

"Together." The tone of his voice and the look he gave her portrayed a sense of confidence and security that she hadn't felt in a long time. It felt... well, it felt great. But one thing lingered in her mind, if he meant together...

"Does that mean...?"

It was Spyro's turn to be silent now. He sat there, looking at her with his solemn face before it softly broke, he taking in a deep breath as if he had been preparing himself mentally for this one act.

"Cynder, I want you to be my mate..." Cynder's eyes went wide, the breath leaving her as she was left speechless.

"I... I..." She muttered, not being able to vocalize her thoughts. Spyro continued to look at her with the most sincere and inquisitive look he could muster, every second after that feeling like an hour.

"Will you... be my mate?" Spyro asked, following up the previous statement. His voice cracked a bit, showing a bit of vulnerability on his side, no doubt he was just as nervous as she was. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. She reopened them, smiling as she reset her composure.

"Of course I will. There is no other male on this planet I would could imagine myself with..." She said. This almost caused Spyro to break down and cry, but he did his best to hold it in. He did however, let a clumsy smile slip his lips, causing Cynder to blush a bit. They both leaned in, lips touching. None of them knew who initiated that, but they didn't care. All that mattered was that they were together.

Always.

The heat emanated from their bodies, slowly flowing over to one another. Spyro could feel her heart beat, slowly pulsing, almost in sync with his own. He pressed a paw slowly on her chest as they kissed, and she brought a paw to rest on his own shoulder. Spyro couldn't believe it, he simply couldn't. All his life, he had been alone, alone amongst a world of dragonflies before being thrust into this conflict so many years ago. From conflict to conflict he did as he was supposed to, save the world.

Now, he just wanted to be a part of hers, and hopefully she could be a part of his. No matter what happened with the Dark Master, with these weapons of mass destruction and this war, he had her. He would always have her.

Cynder broke the kiss, slowly looking up at Spyro with her soft emerald eyes. Spyro returned the look, breathing deeply as his face held a deep blush. Cynder let out a soft giggle, though it was muted by the passion that was venting through her body at the moment. Spyro smiled, nonetheless, bringing a claw to rest against her soft face. It felt battered, rugged from their recent days of fighting. Nevertheless, he could feel its softness coming through the rough textures, reminding him of her character that she held underneath.

"Spyro... I..." She began, closing her eyes as he leaned in, licking her neck. He shushed her softly, reassuring her as he leaned his entire body against hers, holding her in an embrace. She returned it whole-heatedly, taking in a deep breath. She could feel a pulse throughout her body, and he could feel the same. There was a force, washing through them, but it wasn't just the heat.

It felt like... something else...

Spyro was desiring her, all of her as he found himself running his claws against her body. Cynder did the same, feeling each muscle on his strong chest and arms, their defined tone ensuring the safety of her, and all dragon-kind. Cynder knew, with Spyro at the helm, they couldn't fail.

It wasn't long before Cynder found herself on her back, and Spyro above her. Spyro blushed once more at the moment he realized what their situation was, and Cynder did the same thing in turn. He crawled off of her quickly, squeezing his legs together as it was all becoming clear to him what they were doing.

Cynder blushed madly as well, slowly sitting up as she saw Spyro crawl away off of her. She was shocked they were... in that position as well. However, the thought of it... the thought of what they were... going to do.

It excited her.

"S-spyro... I..."

"I'm sorry Cynder... I didn't mean to... I mean I..."

"No Spyro... it's alright... I... I think I want it..."

"You do...?"

Cynder laughed a bit, smiling as she became more confident.

"Of course... there's no other male on the planet I would rather be with... and I think..." She grabbed his fore-leg softly, bringing it close before she finished her statement.

"I think that I want to share it with you, I want it to be you that does it first."

"Cynder I..."

"I mean it Spyro..."

"But Cynder, you're hurt. We can't do that now. You need to heal, recover before we do that." Cynder smirked a bit, looking at Spyro softly.

"We can't do that, but we can still do something."

"Like what?"

Cynder moved in, slowly moving Spyro onto his back.

"Cynder... what're you..."

Cynder was silent, slowly moving in as she saw Spyro's member slowly poking out. He had been hiding it this whole time, but Cynder could smell it. It was... in part what was making her do this. They couldn't mate normally right now, but Cynder wanted to show him her love... in whatever way she could.

"Cynder..." Spyro softly said as his member slipped out more, being revealed to Cynder for the first time. His member was young- there was no doubt about it. It was slightly ribbed but it wasn't as defined as older dragons or creatures, and Cynder had seen so much of that in her time serving the Dark Master. It was still something to behold... The legendary purple dragon's member, right in front of her and it was all hers...

Cynder took in a deep breath, feeling nervous now as his member sat in front of her. The confidence she once had was now gone as she slowly reached in to touch it with her talons. It twitched in her grasp softly, a bit of pre forming. He was excited, but then again, so was she. She fought so hard to keep her composure and not blush madly as she slowly moved her claw to grasp it and begin to rub it. Spyro clenched his eyes shut and leaned his head back as she did this to him, it would be the first time someone else had ever touched him like this, and it felt amazing.

Cynder continued her rubs before leaning in with her muzzle softly. She could feel the warmth grow closer as her own head drew closer towards his breeding pole. His smell was overwhelming, almost making her lean back as it was so much for her. This, combined with his absolute nervousness made her hesitate before leaning in, her tongue softly gracing his head. Spyro let out a sharp gasp, gritting his teeth before relaxing, pre rolling off the head of his member and touching her tongue. It was so salty... so... delicious...

She wanted more... so much more... Her face was almost ruby by now as her head was spinning, unable to cope with the fact she was doing this now. She grew bolder, slowly running her tongue along the length of his member, wanting to make sure she got every inch she possibly could. Each inch she covered only served to excite Spyro more, his claws slowly sinking into the dirt to brace himself as she continued her work.

Before long, she pulled back, drawing a soft moan from Spyro as he leaned up to see what she was up to. She slowly moved his member with his talons, moving it to her now open muzzle as she slowly engulfed it within her mouth. Spyro let out another soft moan as she did this, her mouth encasing his head. She gave it a soft suckle with her lips before drawing more in, blushing madly the whole time as she was barely able to keep up with herself even.

Inch after inch slipped in before she draw it back out, moving it into her throat now, wanting to take it all in. It was too much though, too much for her to handle all at once. She had to go slowly at first, letting more and more slip in the longer she went. Pre dripped from his head, slowly flowing into her mouth as it dripped down. She sighed at the taste as she let her tongue capture it all, making sure she catalogued each drop before letting it slip down her throat. She didn't want to miss a drop, not a single one.

She drew more in, electing a groan from Spyro as she drew closer to his base. His head was getting closer to her throat, however and it forced her to pull out just shy of being able to take him all in. It personally disappointed her, but she nevertheless used her talons to coax and massage his base as she continued onward. She could feel it pulse within her throat, pulse with the life that flowed through Spyro and through his pre as it flowed into her mouth. She blushed at the thought of his seed that would soon follow, and the thought of it filling her with their children. The thought excited her, made her feel like the most special girl in the world. This only made her suckle harder each time she drew him inside of her, making Spyro blush himself as the pleasure was so much for him.

Each time she drew him within her mouth, it washed the warmth across his body, making his own head spin with pleasure as he could feel the passion and attention she was giving him. His member pulsed faster and faster as his own heartbeat took off, racing so fast as his heat struggled to keep blood flowing through him but not able to keep up. His chest rose and fell quickly from the intense sensations, only beaten by his rapid heartbeat. He could feel the pleasure intensifying, leaping to amounts he never dreamed possible. It was over before he even knew it, a spike so intense it forced a moan from his lips as his member began to spew his life-giving seed into her mouth.

Cynder took in a sharp gasp as she was taken by surprise too, his thick seed flowing into her throat, some dripping out the sides of her muzzle as she wasn't able to contain it all at once. It tasted so glorious, she wanted all of it, all of it!

Blushing madly, she attempted to lap up each bit of seed that passed through her lips, but she was ultimately unsuccessful as she had to remove her lips from his member, some seed dripping onto her muzzle as the last bits of his orgasm squirted out.

Spyro meanwhile was in a state of pure bliss as his whole body had locked up from the intense pleasure. His chest finally fell as he let out the breath he had been holding this whole time, a bit of steam accompanying it from the intense sensations he had just gone through. Cynder closed her eyes as the last bits of sperm sprayed her face but she slowly opened her eyes, giggling at it.

"My... my..." She managed to say, embarrassed now as what little confidence she had managed to retain had been eroded to nothing.

"C-Cyn... Cynder that was..." Spyro wasn't able to complete his sentence, but Cynder understood what he was trying to say. She blushed madly at what they had just done, she slowly leaning off of him as she tried to compose herself. She closed her eyes, now acutely aware of the burning sensations she was feeling in her groin, thinking it was just the passion she felt for Spyro but it was more.

Spyro could smell this, slowly looking over as she let out soft breaths, her groin moving back and forth as if her own groin was desperately trying to communicate the fact that she was so horny at that very moment. He could see the bits of moisture that had accumulated now around her soft slit, Spyro now seeing it for the very first time as it bulged out.

Now, it was Spyro's turn to take the initiative as he sat up, slowly moving his body so it sat in front of hers.

"Spyro... I feel so... it..."

"Let me... help you now..." He said, slowly moving her body down onto the ground. Cynder felt herself pressed onto the ground, just like before. She breathed in deep as he groin continued to move, the desire just too much to ignore. Spyro could sense this, her scent driving him mad as well. If it weren't for the fact that Cynder had just sucked him dry, he'd be horny again.

He slowly leaned in with his tongue, slowly pressing it against her folds as they puffed out. She tasted so sweet... it gave a sense of her innocence and fragile personality on the inside, something Spyro rarely saw, but felt from time to time. He took in her scent again before leaning in to lap at her once again. His tongue slowly split her folds, his other talons leaning in to push them apart softly. This made Cynder squeal, her hips moving up softly, her legs moving madly to vent the feelings she had at the moment. Unlike Spyro, she hadn't vented her previous feelings, they had only been building this whole time. It was almost overpowering for poor Cynder as she could feel each and every movement his tongue made, the sensations rushing through her body like electric shocks. It felt so amazing, so intense.

He moved with a graceful manner, trying hard as his tongue was still awkward and not talented like more seasoned males. He closed his eyes as his talons slowly moved against her folds, sinking in softly and getting soaked in her juices as they began to flow out.

Cynder groaned, sighing softly at the sensations but letting out soft gasps as she could feel her injuries still, as her body now sat in this state. Spyro sensed this, pulling back, some juices dripping from his muzzle.

"Spyro..."

"Cynder no... you're hurt. You need to recover..."

"Spyro please... it hurts... I need this..."

Spyro looked at her. She looked so pained at that very moment. It wasn't because of her injuries, of the fact that she laid there in a battered form or even the fact that she had flown here on her own in these howling winds. No... it was the desire that was burning away at her and he knew it. It was... his duty to alleviate her of this. Taking in a soft sigh, he leaned back in with his tongue. He would give this to her... at least this...

His tongue once again danced against her folds, slowly lapping at the juices that had accumulated in its vacancy. He quickly picked it up, letting his tongue sink in again to slowly probe her insides. This whole time he had been on the outside, but there was a whole world on the inside he had yet to uncover. Slowly, he moved his tongue so it would probe more, sinking deeper in. Using his talons, he pulled her lips apart more, his tongue slipping in more now. This made Cynder cry out from the pleasure, her sensitive inner tunnels now being graced by his tongue.

"Oh Spyro! Oh.." She let out a sharp gasp as she called his name, it only fading as her heartbeat was racing, just like his own.

His tongue sank deeper in, he answering her calls with his own actions. He moved his tongue, letting it press into her tight tunnel, feeling each and every detail within her. She moaned, squealed and pleaded for more the farther he went, his tongue dancing across her inner depths. He had to remove himself though, unable to continue as her scent was overwhelming for him. He took in sharp breaths, trying to calm himself before going back in, licking at her again before plunging into her. Her juices seeped from her lips, soaking his tongue as he tried to lap up every drop that flowed out. It was a fruitless effort, as they dripped down her groin and onto her tail no matter how hard he tried.

Her breaths became shorter and shorter, her body flexing and locking with each inch he covered, the pleasure becoming mind-blowing for her. The pleasure was intensifying with each passing moment, racing to levels that made her whole body numb, her mind only able to concentrate on the sensations themselves. Everything else was being phased from her mind from the cavern in which they were doing it to the cold temperatures that flowed from the outside world. All she could feel was the burning passion and pleasure that flowed with each movement Spyro stirred with his tongue. She clenched her eyes, feeling her orgasm mounting.

She let out a sharp cry when she came, her own fem cum flowing from tunnel onto Spyro's tongue, the gushing juices spraying around his lips as he was unable to contain it all. His armature tongue attempted to lap up what juices he could, but he was forced to lean back after a while, breathing in heavily as Cynder lay on the ground, panting from her orgasm. She took in sharp breaths, her whole body locked up before she began to relax, the flow starting to slow to a trickle as her orgasm began to die down. Spyro sat there, breathing in deep as bits of her juices dripped from his muzzle onto the cavern floor.

They sat there like that, breathless for a few more moments before Cynder stirred, leaning up to face Spyro. Spyro let out a soft, awkward chuckle as his face was glowing red. Cynder blushed too, leaning up and pressing a paw on his chest.

"That... was great..."

"It was... I uh... heh..." Spyro was unable to voice his feelings, still recovering from it as he leaned into her again. She smiled softly before kissing his lips again. He returned it, tasting his cum in her breath, and she tasted her own in his breath. They shared each other's essence in the embrace before drawing back again, looking into one another's eyes. Spyro broke the silence after a few minutes, letting out an embarrassed breath as he remembered they were still coated in their juices.

"We should uh... clean up..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck softly.

"Well... there is a stream here for us. Why don't we take a dip...?" Cynder said, smiling up at him.

"I'd love to..." He said with a smile in turn, kissing her muzzle softly. This made Cynder giggle a bit before she sat up, walking over to the stream that flowed through the cave. Spyro did the same, walking into the ice cold stream, grunting softly as the water touched his scales.

"Damn cold here... forgot we were in frozen mountains..." Spyro said, shivering softly. Cynder laughed at that before stepping in herself, grunting at the cold waters herself.

"See? It's cold!" Spyro said with a laugh. She merely stuck her tongue out at him. Spyro just shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"Well, we could always warm each other up." Cynder said, walking over to Spyro, placing her paws in the water and scooping some up to place on his scales. Spyro smiled, leaning over to Cynder as he did the same, even as she approached him from the back.

She leaned in, licking his neck softly as she did this, cleaning him in her own way. Spyro sighed, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her head, his body radiating of warmth once more. Suddenly, the cold waters didn't seem so bad...

Cynder leaned back, looking at Spyro again. Spyro returned the gaze, smiling warmly at her. She leaned in from behind, kissing him on the lips again. Spyro relaxed, leaning back to return the kiss as he brought up a paw to rest against her face, rubbing it softly. They remained there like that for a while. Minutes passed by, then an hour. To them, it didn't matter. They were together now... and nothing could change that.

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After a few hours, Spyro and Cynder both left the cave, walking back up to the top of the cliffs. Bently was sitting on a rock with Bartholomew sitting by him. Snow was falling atop the flat rocks as they could see the moon breaking through the black clouds above. Spyro took in a deep breath and smiled to the dragoness beside him, who returned it with a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushed softly and lowered his head to hide it a bit, which made her giggle. As they walked over to Bently and his little brother, the wind began to whip harder.

Looking up, Spyro gasped when he saw a large dragon hovering over them. Cynder looked up and gasped too, as did Bently and Bartholomew who stood up, Bently reaching for his club. Above him was that mysterious dragon Spyro had kept running into time and time again.

He just... looked at him for a while. Finally, after a few moments, he flew away just as fast as they had appeared. The group stood there, dumbfounded as they looked around at one another, not saying a word.

Just as suddenly as that episode played out, lights flickered across the side of the mountains and a shape flew through the clouds. The unmistakable silhouette of a UERMC Sparrowhawk flew towards them, shining their lights along the mountain-sides. One of the lights trained on Spyro and the aircraft slowed, breaking its momentum as it appeared to have been chasing the dragons. The large rotors on each ends of the wings rotated as the aircraft slowed, both lights on the nose trained on the two dragons as they stood on the plateau looking back up at the aircraft. It slowed, slowly turning around so its tail faced them, balancing out as small tires on the base lowered, softly touching the rock and snow.

"You don't see that everyday..." Bently softly muttered as the craft hissed, a small ramp lowering as snow kept splashing across their faces, even more so now that the aircraft's powerful rotors kicked up the icy slush that had been undisturbed until now.

As the ramp hit the ground, a figure walked out, wearing winter gear and a tan colored helmet with a black visor. To Bently this figure was the most fascinating creature in the world. To Spyro, he was the Crew chief to the drop ship, well, at least that's how Wagner had described him once. The Crew chief walked off the ramp holding a side arm while a few Marines along with Karson and Allison poured out of the troop bay.

"Spyro!" Karson said, wearing his scarf to protect his mouth as he shielded his face from the snow.

"Karson! Allison!" Spyro said, running to them.

"How did you guys find us?" Cynder said as well, running over. Allison placed her weapon her back as she ran over, lowering her scarf to better talk.

"We followed those dragons all the way from the LZ, are you two alright?" She asked.

Spyro turned to Cynder, who smiled softly.

"Never been better." He said while turning back to Karson and Allison, sporting one of the biggest smiles they had seen him put on to date.

End of Chapter 37