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Legacy of Legends

Chapter 8

Shocker

The night's festivities soon died down as the city of Warfang finally decided to sleep for the night. The moon shined brightly up at the night sky, as it slowly did its arc, as time passed on. Before long, sunrise was coming, as its rays of light began to streak across the inky black sky. The sleeping city was soon becoming illuminated by its golden light, waking up the dragons from their night slumber.

Inside the Temple, Zaze was waking up as usual. He woke up, feeling like his usual self, as he stretched and slowly got his grip back on reality. Looking around his room, he couldn't help but stare at the tapestries that were burnt. The cause of this was still unknown, and his only lead, which was Cynder was a dead end. Stretching once again, Zaze looked down to find something peculiar.

"Hmm?"

He looked down at the side of his pile of cushions and found…dirt. He touched it, brought it up close to his maw and took a short sniff to confirm. It really was dirt. In all of it's earthy like scent. What the hell was dirt doing in his room? Could this be a clue to finding out who messed his room and why? Maybe it was, or it wasn't. Nonetheless, he took note of the traces of dirt found in his room, before heading out.

As he passed down the halls, he happened to stare outside the window. Much like how Flame had said to him last night, his father Pyre, was outside leading a small group of dragons. Saying the last words of encouragement, Terrador who was beside Pyre, did actions that told Zaze that he was saying farewell. With a nod, Pyre looked onto his group, and a few moments later, the search party was off. Zaze wondered to himself if they'd find other dragons. The chances were high now, so maybe they would. In any case, they'd hear from them as time passed on. His stomach rumbled, reminding Zaze of his prior destination. With a kick in his step, he headed to the Dining Hall, wondering what the day would bring him.

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"He did WHAT!?"
"Keep your voice down!"
"Sorry," he said, containing his shock. "He kissed her?"
"He did…what does this mean Sparx…?"

The golden dragonfly hummed to himself. If his younger self could see him now that side of him would probably start yelling at him for helping Cynder get together with Spyro. But he had changed. Zaze's words managed to get through to him and make him see Cynder in a new light. The dragoness really did care about his brother, and made a suitable mate for him, both in combat and other things; but in light of recent news that Cynder had broken to him, made the mate aspect seem improbable. Cynder had just told him, that she saw, Ember kissing Spyro last night.

Sparx had been with Spyro throughout most of his life. And never, had he ever heard of the word kissing, and his brother's name, in the same sentence with another name. That just wasn't Spyro. The look on Cynder's face told him that she was practically worried. And Sparx realized just how worried she was.

"What exactly happened anyway?" he asked.
"Well…"

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"I hope you three are getting along quite well?"
The three of them turned around to see Pyre, smiling at the three of them.
Flame glanced at Zaze and Cynder then back to his father. "We are."
"That's good to hear." Pyre noticed Cynder's headdress. "Cynder, you look stunning."
The black dragoness blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. By any chance have you seen Spyro?"
Pyre scratched his chin. "I think I saw him talking with Ember, there at the refreshments."
Cynder's expression changed to somewhat pissed. "She is?" Pyre nodded.
"Thank you." And with a nod, she disappeared through the crowd headed to find Spyro.

She was beginning to get annoyed but that dragoness. All day she had been following Spyro and did nothing but question him, one after the other. It wasn't like it was a bad thing, but the fact that she kept following him, wherever they went, was. Due to this, she didn't have a chance to…confess to Spyro; to win the bet between him and Zaze. She wanted to kiss him in private, as well as pour her heart out to him. A few minutes of looking around, she spotted Spyro, standing at the corner…with…

Cynder couldn't help but glare. Standing beside the purple dragon, was the pink dragoness, Ember. Oh why, must she make this hard, she thought to herself. Thinking of the best way, she decided to wait for her to leave. She had to leave at one point. So she stood there at the corner, incidentally eavesdropping on them.

"What's the relationship between you and Cynder?" She heard Ember asked.
Spyro hummed to himself, thinking deeply on how to answer the question. After a moment's pause, he turned to face Ember.

"We're friend; best friends even. We're always there for each other."

Cynder smiled at Spyro's answer. They were best friends. And she can vouch for what Spyro said. They always had each other's back. If one was down, the other would normally make the other feel better. Cynder was lost in her thoughts that she didn't get to hear the next part of the conversation. What she did hear however, was the following:

"Speaking of relationships, are you romantically involved with someone?"
Spyro stared at her, a bit surprised at her frankness. "Isn't that a private question?"
Ember pouted. "Come on! Tell me! Are you?"

"Wow…" Cynder whispered to herself. Ember is one bold dragoness; she had to give her credit for that.
"Well…" Spyro sighed. "No." Spyro chuckled to himself. "It's not like I had the time to be with someone since I was rather busy. But now that I have…" Spyro trailed.
Ember perked up. "Who do you have in mind?"

'Spyro trailed…' Cynder thought. 'He already has someone in mind…'

"It's a secret," he said in a whisper. So much so, that Cynder had to really strain her ears to hear him. Spyro laughed lightly. "Sorry."

'Who could it be…?' Cynder asked herself. It never crossed her mind if Spyro already liked someone else. And the thought scared her. Now that there are a lot of dragonesses in the area, one must have caught his eye. Cynder felt a pang at her heart. It was now or never. She had to confess now, or Spyro will become the one that got away.

Thinking it was now the best time to show herself, she put on the best face she could muster, and turned around the corner. However, she was greeted by a sight she never wanted to see.

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"And just like that? You saw him kissing her?"
"I did…" Cynder said in a worried tone. She shuffled her paws, trying to calm herself down.
Sparx rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of it. "Did you try asking him?"
Cynder blinked, and looked away. "No."
"Then you should! Here we are, jumping to conclusions. We should hear his side of the story on this; to know what kiss meant."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Misunderstanding is a very dangerous thing. Maybe it was just a simple kiss; nothing more, nothing less. Or…"
"It could be that he is…"
"Involved with her," Sparx finished. He sighed. "He grew up so fast."

He then turned his head and saw that Cynder seemed rather uncomfortable about this. He knew why she was like this. But Cynder didn't know that he knew, and Sparx knew that would get a kick out of this one.

"Why are you so worried anyway? Shouldn't you be happy for him?" he asked her, quoting Zaze.
"Huh?" Cynder asked, caught off guard by the question.
"I mean, here you are, looking like a nervous wreck over a simple kiss given by a dragoness to my brother. It's not like you—"

He cut himself off, as he noticed Cynder's change in expression. Sparx smiled to himself inwardly. He was enjoying this. He then pulled a face, showing that he was shocked at the revelation before him. Of course it was fake.
"Oh—"
"Don't say it!"
"—my—"
"Sparx! It's not what you think!"
"Gosh! You love S—"

His voice was muffled as Cynder grabbed him and covered his mouth with her paw. Her face was beet red, and she looked around nervously. After confirming that no one was within earshot, he let him go.

"Tell the whole Temple, why don't you!?" she sneered.
"You don't deny it?" Sparx asked. Cynder sighed.
"I can't believe I'm confessing this to you, of all dragons. Yes Sparx, I love your brother. There, happy?" she asked, her cheeks still red with embarrassment.
Sparx smirked at her.  "I already know that."
Cynder blinked. "What?"
"What you think I'm blind? Everyone already knows that."
"E-everyone?"
"The Guardians, even Zaze; the only dragons blind to not notice are you and Spyro. Why do you think Zaze made the bet in the first place? He was helping you get together!"
Cynder was still recovering from the sudden revelation brought to her.
"I was totally against it, but Zaze managed to change my mind on you. If he didn't, I wouldn't be here helping you in the first place, now would I?"

Cynder just stared at Sparx, her mind finally registering all the words that he had said. She had a hard time believing that Sparx, the dragonfly that hated her with a passion, was here helping her get together with his brother. That was even more jarring than the fact that everyone knew that there was something between her and Spyro. It was all moving so fast now.

"Will you stop staring? It's giving me the creeps."
Cynder shook her head. "Sorry. So Sparx, you're really okay with this?"
Sparx sighed. "I wasn't at first. But Zaze, like I said, made me see sense. I have no right to meddle with who my brother chooses, it's his decision. But I can help you try to win him over," he said with a smile. "And like I mentioned earlier, its best you ask him upright what was the kiss about."
"I will," said Cynder nodding. "Misunderstanding can breed a lot of problems."
"What misunderstanding?"

The two turned their heads to find Zaze standing at the corner, his head cocked to the side. He was looking at the two of them with a curious expression.

"What were you two talking about?" he asked raising a brow.
"Oh nothing," said Cynder, glancing at Sparx. Sparx got the hint, and waved both his hands at him.
"We were just talking about…stuff," said Cynder, smiling at him sheepishly.

Zaze looked at her, and then glanced at Sparx, raising a brow sceptically. Something about Cynder's smile, made him think there was more to this. He'll find out sooner or later anyways.

"Ate breakfast yet?" he asked.
They both answered: "Nope."

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