Camping

To Spyro, it was a beautiful day for camping; the sky was clear and the temperature was perfect.  As he was walking around trying to find a great spot for the night, a black figured appeared in front of him.  That figure turned out to be no other then Cynder, his best friend.

"Spyro? Where are you going?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Hey Cynder! I was going out camping for the night; wanna join?" said Spyro.  She accepted his invitation for the trip and followed him to where they thought was the perfect spot.  It had everything they'd might need; food, water, a cave in case of a storm, and enough branches for firewood.

"This is perfect!" they both exclaimed, but Spyro was fast enough to say jinx; they still had a little bit of immaturity in them for fun.  She started to chase him around the area, laughing and having fun.  As they did, they found a lake for fishing, which was flowing with fish.

"Well! I know what we are having for tonight." said Cynder, and Spyro agreed and started fishing.  A few second later, Cynder joined the fun; they caught enough fish to last them for weeks.

Later that night, they both Spyro and Cynder were eating beside a giant campfire.  As he took a bite out of the fish, he happens to look up and noticed that Cynder was gazing restlessly at the night sky.  He looked up and saw that the night was beautiful; it shined brightly with millions of stars.  Spyro then compared the night sky with his best friend, and found them both to be very beautiful, but he chose Cynder over the stars and the moons.  He saw how her emerald eyes shined in the moonlight; how her black scales shimmered beside the fire.  He also saw that her markings stand out in the moonlight, and how her red underbelly and wing membranes shined like the purest ruby.  As he stared at her, she stopped to see her friend staring; she giggled and started to blush.

"Spyro . . ." She called; Spyro quickly snapped out of the trance that he was in by her beauty.

"Huh? What? Oh . . . sorry . . ." said Spyro as he gave a little chuckle.  His face started to glow bright red with embarrassment, and Cynder started back on her fish; so did Spyro, who was still red.  As she was eating, she happened to also look up at Spyro, who was tearing into a fish from his share.  She noticed how his purple eyes sparkled with kindness and sincerity; how his purple scales shimmered from the fire.  She also noticed how his gold underbelly scales shined brighter than any gold she has seen in her lifetime.  She was mesmerized by his looks, and he looked up to see her staring at him endlessly.

"Cynder . . . you're doing the same thing," laughed Spyro, and it was at that moment when she blinked and starts to shakes her head.

"Oh . . . I am, fancy that," she said as she was turning as red as he was earlier; this made Spyro laugh, and she joined a few seconds later.

Later on after supper, Spyro went to the lake as Cynder was standing beside the fire; it was only a few feet away from the lake.  He dived right in, and splashed water all over Cynder.

"Sorry about that, but you need to come in; it's perfect," exclaimed Spyro.  She decided why not and was about to jump right in, but as she was about to, she happened to catch a glimpse at Spyro.  His purple scales were now shining brighter than ever in the moonlight, giving her the sense as if he was to be her knight in shining armor.

"Cynder? What are you waiting for?" said Spyro, and she quickly dived right in.  For a moment, he couldn't find her; her black scales matched the water quite well.  As he searched for her, he felt something grabbing his leg, and was quickly dragged into the water.  A few second later, both him and Cynder submerged from the water; she was laughing as Spyro was gasping for air.  As she was laughing, he gave a sly grin and started to splash her.  She happened to enjoy it, and quickly started a splash fight.  After an hour or two, they got out of the water and dried themselves by the fire.

Moments later, the two fell asleep, but was woken up by thunder; a storm quickly stirred up.  They went for the cave they found earlier, and Spyro was able to manipulate the earth to cover up the opening.  He then lit a fire for them, and noticed that his friend was shivering.

"You must be cold . . . Here, I'll keep you warm," said Spyro as he laid beside her and wrapped his wing around her body.  She was blushing uncontrollably, and she knew what that means in her head; she has fallen in love.

"Thank you Spyro, for everything.  Everything was perfect," she said.

"Not as perfect as it would have if there wasn't a storm today," he said with a tone of disappointment in his voice.

"Spyro, everything was perfect.  You turned this day into something I will always remember," she said in her soft voice.  He started to blush as well.

"Cynder?"

"Yes, Spyro?"

"I think . . . I think I love you."

"You do, Spyro?" she asked.  She for so long waited for this moment, and it was happening for her tonight.

"Yes. . . Cynder, I love you," he said in a loving, confident voice.

"I . . . I love you too, Spyro," she said.  They both stared into each other eyes for a moment, and they both moved their heads forward and kissed.  He was surprised that Cynder actually did the same thing.  They broke it off for a moment, and they went into a deeper kiss; they wanted to savor each other taste and love for as long as they could.  Moments later, they broke it off, and Cynder put her head next to Spyro's as they lay their heads down.

"Goodnight, my love," said Spyro as he raised his head one more time to kiss her on the cheek goodnight.

"Goodnight Spyro, I love you," whispered Cynder as she fallen asleep.  Spyro stayed awake for half on hour to keep the fire going for his new soul-mate.  He happened to look down at her, and seen instead of her sleeping next to him, he seen an angel next to him asleep.

"Thank you, Ancestors . . . without her, there would be no meaning to life for me."



The End