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Spyro thingy:#01 – Ring: Spyro had been waiting to give Cynder this valuable posesion, a ring, and a step forward in thier relationship.#02 – Hero: Spyro was everything Cynder had, he was her one and only hero.#03 – Memory: On that night Cynder saw many memories in her dreams, most importantly the sweet ones with Spyro.#04 – Box: Spyro looked into the massivly large box he had recived in front of his room, inside was Cynder with a bow.#05 – Run: “Run Cynder! Get Sparx and run!” shouted the purple dragon as he faced the undefeatable oponents.#06 – Hurricane: This was one of Cynder’s worse fears, a massive hurricane with great killing powers...

Chapter 3: Awakening - The dragon rose with a sudden and violent jolt as a cracked yelp escaped his dry throat. Spyro sweated heavily, and his tense body hurt from the nightmare he had had but a moment ago. The air was hot about him, aside the fact that they were in the midst of the Season of Ice. The savior looked about for a moment, wondering if he had caused any disturbances in the room with his small cry.The room was made purely of stone, as it was what had once been the guardians' temple in Warfang. The fine adobe colored room was dark, aside the small lights that glowed dimly about the frame of the magic-powered door. The soft yellow...

Sonnet I. Cynder did not know she had a poet in her; not until a deep desire to express her truest thoughts and emotions surged. The necessity came to her like a raging fire when one Ice Season day, early in the morning, she woke and saw the purple dragon standing outside on the balcony, under the eastern sunlight. The dragon stretched his form: His figure spread like a flowered wall vine, showing its features like all things beautiful do, while the birds sung their morning prayers to the dragon god of all things fair. The roses in the room blessed Spyro's ever lasting charm with their aroma, sweet and delicate, and their blush.The image w...

Fireworks: One of Blu's favorite relaxing spots was on a small bird hammock on the risen lookout kiosk in the middle of the Amazonian jungle near Rio de Janeiro; but today the male spix's macaw concluded that there would be no comfort anywhere in the entire tropics. He paced to and fro with a worried look on his face. At times the small macaw mouthed words, but they only brought him more distress."And Jewel, I just want you to know that I want yo-." The macaw stopped in mid-word and dropped his head. His feathered wing came to his brow, and he began to rub his forehead. "No…" he remarked in disappointment. "That sounds way too possessive."...