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The journey continues

It had been a sunny and warm day just like most days lately, maybe just a bit warmer. Below the clouds, water gently flowed through a stream carrying sand and leaves alongside a single fish swimming through.

BAM

The gentle flow of water exploded in a sphere of air around the fish with falling drops raining all around it. A swift shadow passed, a drop of red fell and the stream was calmer than it was before.

Spyro dragged some dry branches across stone and dirt and in time he reached a big wall of stone with some bark, branches and clay resting on it as a makeshift wall and roof. It sure wasn't very impressive but it did the job for the time being, which was all that mattered to them.

The fire pit laying just a few meters ahead of its entrance send some sparks and smoke into the air when he dropped the wood into it. Being close to the top of the hill, he could see the land below and the floating islands above drifting aimlessly around. The sun was soon to disappear for the day and the now reinvigorated flames should be able to last the night without any concern.

"Good news and bad news" said Cynder, landing close to him. "Good news, I got a fish, bad news, I got A fish".

"Still better than what I got yesterday" he answered while putting the rest of the wood away.

"I guess so" she said cutting a fillet from the fish and putting it into a stick over the fire. "I'm cooking mine; do you want yours cooked?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you" he said walking to her next to the fire. "So... what do you want to do tonight?"

"All I want to do tonight is to lay down and have a nice warm meal" said as she laid next to the fire.

"Well, at least it's warm" he answered then laid down next to her. With a small smirk, she pushed his shoulder with her wing.

"Is that what you miss?" he asked.

"To be fair, I didn't really get to experience much about the world or meet a lot of people, so yes, a nice and warm bowl of food is up there on the things I miss. Also, a bed. What about you?"

"I miss Sparx and the other guardians, want to see them again and uh you know, I like to think they are doing well".

A magenta wing patted his back. "I'm sure they'll be very happy to see you too when we meet them again".

"What about you?"

"Oh, they'll definitely see me".

A crisping sound and the aroma of fish accompanied the rising moon. Small patches of floating land occasionally hit each other and the hill they were on, dropping some dirt and pebbles as they did before they drifted away again. Wind whispering across the trees served as their background music as they shared a dinner.

With the fish gone and their hunger briefly pacified, they once again rested side to side. The beating of hearts, the rubbing of scales as they breath and the scent of each other as their only company while they laid there simply enjoying the passing of time.

"Spyro" Cynder's voice broke the silence.

"I changed my mind. Do you want to go flying for a while?" she asked in a soft almost whispering voice.

"Sure thing".

As wings flapped through the clouds, the moonlight shone on their flying bodies and shadows projected below, the world was muted once again.

She circled him, he grabbed her claws and they spun upward before letting go and falling together. Wings touched, wrapping each other briefly as the wind passed by their sides then going up and high again. A pirouette, a swirl of wind and some seconds later, a cloud had become their playground for the time being.

Pieces of cloud were being thrown at each other, bodies hiding inside the cloud as they chased the others tail in a world of soft white. Laughter echoed around them as the cloud changed and trailed behind their moves, until black scales tackled his body in a hug and both of them fell from the sky before opening their wings to a soft landing on one of the many small floating islands bellow.

Still trapped on a playful hug, Spyro remained still with Cynder on top across of him. Both smiling and laughing until they saw a weird shaped rock floating on the distance.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked after a few moments of silence.

"Looks like a, well, pieces of a tower" he said doing his best attempt at observing the distant object.

With a cough, weak fire balls exited his mouth in the direction of the distant object, illuminating the way there until they finally were close enough to shine over the objective before finally disappearing into nothing shortly after.

"It is a tower, and it looks like it's from Warfang" she exclaimed.

"I guess we now have an idea of where to go" said Spyro. "Although it doesn't make me happy seeing something like that".

"Warfang was in a very bad shape when we left, we can now go there and see for ourselves" her hand stroked the back of his neck. "Let's try to stay positive, please?"

"Yes" he blankly said before resting his head down onto his claws.

She got off him and covered his back with her wing then rested her head next to his.

"Tomorrow" she whispered.

"Tomorrow".

Both closed their eyes and eventually felt asleep.

With the first rays of morning light they woke up and after cleaning their made-up camp where they'd been staying, they flew in the opposite direction the tower was moving.

Almost half a day of flying and taking small rests every now and then, a very tall cliff was behind them and an even deeper canyon below them which eventually turned into a sea of clouds and floating islands ranging in size from a handful of dirt to mountains. Some, like the one they'd stayed so far, were so big that someone standing on it would not be able to tell it was a floating land.

As the sun started to set down again, they landed on one of the bigger islands to rest for the night with some fruit and small critters serving as their meal.

The next day they continued their journey in the same direction as last day. This time, the presence of small farms and animals, even though the buildings were abandoned, made them optimistic about going in the right direction.

A few other settlements appeared on their way, all empty. This continued until they found and landed on a floating dragon head statue, or what remained of it. As they looked in the distance and took a few moment to rest their wings, in the very far distance but definitely there, on a major piece of land, at an angle from where they had been flying, the silhouette of the tall buildings of the dragon city, Warfang, was finally in their sights.

"Ready to see them again?" asked Cynder.

Looking at her with a constant changing facial expression he answered, "I think so".

With a few deep breaths they jumped off the statue and continued their travel, now flying straight to the city. As they got closer, balloons could be seen over and around the city, some had stones on a platform under them, others were traveling the surroundings of the city, a few of which turned into their direction.

With a growing smile on his face, he turned to see Cynder, she looked back at him. Another smile.