I know, I know, it's about freaking time I got this out here. But it's finally done! I'm so happy I finally got off my writer's block and got back to writing. Anyway, hope you guys think it was worth the wait!

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Five weeks later…

Spyro and Cynder were on their way to a new life. Flame and Ember had helped the newly wed couple find a cave just outside of Warfang once Spyro and Cynder’s one week, vacation, honeymoon was over. The cave was large enough for Spyro and Cynder with: a perfect perch that gave a beautiful view of the sunrise over the mountains in the distance; one large chamber, where Spyro and Cynder’s bed would go; and one extra chamber that branched off from the main one. Spyro or Cynder were not sure what they would do with it, but they guessed it would serve them some purpose in the future.

Spyro and Cynder were living the life they had always wanted. In the mornings, Spyro and Cynder would go hunting together for food; at noontime, they would try and do something fun with each other, whether it was swimming, strolling through the woods that bordered with Warfang or just passing the time by laying in a meadow somewhere and watching the clouds roll by.

However, one day changed it all…

“Oh, Spyro, I think I’m going to-” Cynder leaned over the pale Spyro had gotten her and heaved up the contents of her stomach with a wrenching howl. Spyro sat beside his wife with his wing over her back. When she was done, Spyro asked her, “You okay? Do you need to do it some more?”

Cynder removed her face from the wooden bucket with a pale face and shook her head. “No, I’m fine for now. Thank you, dear.”

Spyro smiled as he nuzzled Cynder’s forehead lightly. “Anything for you, Cynder.” Spyro looked at Cynder’s face again. Her black scales had turned to a more pale color, almost as pale as the white markings on top of her head. “Ancestors, Cynder, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this bad.”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever felt this bad either,” Cynder mumbled in a groan voice. That heavy and nauseating feel tugged at Cynder’s stomach once again, causing her to lean her head back into the bucket. Once Cynder was done, Spyro took the bucket by its rope-handle with his tail outside to empty it. He quickly returned and placed the bucket in front of his ill faring wife. Cynder thanked her husband and felt another stomach disturbance. She buried her head into the bucket and waited for the foul taste of digested food to pass her maw. After a minute of waiting, she found it was a false alarm.

The nausea decided to let up and let Cynder breathe. The pale-faced dragoness lay down on her side and sighed miserably. “What’s happening to me, Spyro? I’ve never felt this sick before in my life.”

Spyro lay down beside her and twined his tail with Cynder’s. “I don’t know. However, in the morning, I’ll go to the Temple in Warfang and ask the Guardians if they can send a healer dragoness hear to help you, okay?”

Cynder nodded as the stomach cramps began again, this time with a more subsided pain. They knew it would be a long night for both of them. The next morning wasn’t altogether well. Spyro got next to none hours of sleep, while Cynder got absolutely no sleep. Bags hung under Spyro’s purple eyes. Cynder was still doubled over in pain and moaning like a dying animal. Spyro got up from their bed, but not before checking on Cynder.

“Cyn, how are you holding up?” Spyro asked in a soft voice. Cynder groaned before saying, “I’m fine enough to be on my own. Just get the healer as soon as you can, okay?”

Spyro nodded before stepping out onto the ledged that extended outward from the cave’s mouth. Spyro stepped out into the sunlight, feeling the warmth of a summer’s day. He could still hear Cynder’s moaning from outside of the cave. Spyro cringed as he heard Cynder release another agonizing howl of discomfort. The purple dragon shook his head as he spread his wings for flight. Once Spyro was in the air, the fly didn’t take long before he reached Warfang.

Spyro raced to the Temple in urgency. The Temple’s doors flung open as Spyro rushed in to find one of the Guardians. By chance, Gardenia was in the main hall of the Temple leading a group of hatchlings to their next class.

“Gardenia,” Spyro called her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at the purple dragon.

“Greetings, Spyro. Are you looking for Terrador?” The Earth Guardian’s wife replied. Spyro nodded.

“Yeah, do you know where he is?”

“Of course, he’s in the training room with a few students and Cyril. They’re training the teen aged dragons how to use more complex breaths in their elements.”

Spyro thanked Gardenia and headed off to the training room. When Spyro entered, there were twelve teen dragons sitting in front of Cyril, listening to him tentatively. Spyro sat behind the class, waiting for Cyril to finish. Cyril hastened his lesson and pointed Spyro’s presence to his class. The children stared at the Legendary Purple Dragon in awe.

Spyro smiled nervously as the children crowded around his feet and looked up at him with large eyes. “It seems you’re an inspiration to them, Spyro,” Cyril laughed. One of the smaller dragonesses stepped forward to Spyro. She was much smaller than the rest of the kids in her class, but her color was that of a storm dragon. She wore a bright smile as she politely asked, “Mr. Spyro, are you and Mrs. Cynder going to have eggs?”

Spyro was a bit off balance about the question as he thought about it for a moment. He looked back down to the dragoness in front of him, her large gold eyes still staring into his while patiently waiting for the answer. The question was baffling to Spyro – It’s not that he didn’t want to have them at all, but he wanted more time to be alone with Cynder. He leaned his head down to the small dragoness with a friendly smile. “One day maybe. However, now we’re just trying to spend as much time with each other before we do.”

The little dragoness seemed content with the answer as Spyro asked if she had any more questions. She shook her head and went back into the crowd of her class. Spyro received a few more questions from the class, and he answered them as best as he could before getting to the Ice Guardian.

“Cyril, do you know where Terrador is?”

Cyril nodded. “Yes, he returned to his quarters because he caught a stomach virus. He walked into class looking like a dead dragon walking. After he decided to relieve himself of the breakfast he ate earlier onto my feet, I told him to return to his chambers and to rest until he was better.”

“Oh,” Spyro replied in surprise. “Then maybe you can help me. You see, it looks like Cynder may have a severe case of what Terrador has and I’m very worried. I was wondering if you could send a healer dragoness back with me so she can take a look at Cynder.”

Cyril exclaimed happily, “Of course, I’m always willing to help a friend. Let us go to the infirmary section of the Temple to fetch a healer for you.” Cyril first dismissed his class before heading out the training room’s door with Spyro close behind him. The Infirmary was the area where the healers worked. Only females could be bred to be healers – none knew why, but some theorized that they were the offspring of the kindest female in ancient dragon history, and one day she gave birth to a clutch of eggs that turned out to be all female. Their color was not of any element anyone had ever seen, and their powers were unique among their kind. So the clutch of females grew to be dragonesses, married and had their own children. Their descendants were scattered through the areas of the world and are occasionally born and taken to the Temple.

Once the healers became a certain age, they would be presented before the Guardians. If the healer’s powers were strong enough while she was being presented, the Guardians would ask her parents if they would like to give their daughter to the Temple in service as a healer. If the parents said no, the Guardians would kindly return their daughter and not bother the parents again about it. As a healer working in service to the Temple, they were only aloud to be so far away from the city, as Warfang needed its healers close in case of an emergency. Healers are aloud to marry any male of their choosing, but most healers stay single and retain a form of chastity, as to focus more on their patients and work.

Spyro always found them interesting, as they were a special race of dragons, much similar to purple ones. He also admired their work and dedication to the dragons of Warfang, that they would sacrifice their own plan for their lives for service in the Temple treating wounds and aliments.

Spyro and Cyril arrived at the west wing of the Temple, the Infirmary. When Cyril opened the doors to the Infirmary, a room full of busy healers and ill patients opened before the Guardian and purple hero. Healer dragonesses ran back and forth trying to administer their mysterious powers to various patients at once while also checking up on the patients that were already recuperating from whatever ailment or wound they had. Spyro looked around and began to admire all of the dragonesses hard at work before looking over to Cyril. “Is it usually this busy?”

Cyril nodded with a smile. “Oh yes, the females here do amazing work. Their service is one of the major organs that keep the city in good condition and running properly.” Spyro watched as a family of dragons entered the Infirmary from across room with a hatchling with a broken foot. The hatchling looked about the age of four or five, he limped on three paws as he kept his front, left paw up and away from the ground. Tears rolled down his face as his mother tried to keep him calm. A healer approached the little hatchling with a sweet smile on her muzzle as she asked a question to the hatchling.

The hatchling lifted his hurt paw to the healer as more tears flowed from the pain. The healer cooed softly as she told the hatchling to follow her. She led the hatchling to a low table close to the door. She looked at the paw closely and smiled as she wrapped a white bandage around the hatchling’s swollen paw. She began to ask the hatchling some questions and talk to him. Slowly the hatchling’s frown and tears were wiped away and replaced with a smile and laughter. When the dragoness was done wrapping the young dragon’s paw, she returned him to his parents and they left.

That was another thing Spyro admired about the healers, they were never in a bad mood, only good moods and enough of it to go around with every dragon in Warfang. As Spyro decided to wander around the Infirmary, Cyril found a healer that was available for a house call.

“Ah, Cynthia,” Cyril said, getting the dragoness that just worked on the hatchling’s paw’s attention. Her teal colored head turned to the Ice Guardian with a smile still on her muzzle.

“Cyril, what can I do for you?”

“I would like you to go with Spyro to check up on his wife. He claims she has had severe stomach issues as of late, and he wants to make sure it’s nothing serious,” Cyril said to the healer. Cynthia bowed her head in response and went over to Spyro, whom was still wandering around the infirmary. Cynthia extended her paw out to the Purple Dragon.

“Hello, I am Cynthia. Cyril says your wife is not feeling well,” Cynthia said in a soothing, soft voice. Spyro nodded as he began to explain to her what Cynder was dealing with. Cynthia nodded as she let the descriptions Spyro gave her settle in. “Well, we won’t know until we find out. Let’s go!” Cynthia exclaimed in a cheery voice. Before leaving, Cynthia grabbed a bag of medical supplies and strapped it to her back.

The flight to Spyro’s cave didn’t take long, and once both Spyro and Cynthia landed, Cynder’s moans could be heard from outside the cave’s mouth. Spyro walked into the cave and sat down beside his wife. Cynthia followed him close behind. Cynder was curled up on hers and Spyro’s bed, covered by the animal skins that lay across it.

“Cynder, dear?” Spyro whispered as he nudged Cynder with his nose. Cynder lifted her head and looked at her husband. “This is Cynthia, the healer.”

Cynder looked at the dragoness that was standing next to her bed and smiled. “Hi, I’m Cynder. I’m sure Spyro’s told you I’m his wife already.”

Cynthia nodded her teal and gold head. “Indeed. He seemed very concerned for your well being as well.” Cynder turned to Spyro and nuzzled him, but she recoiled her head as she winced at the pain she felt in her stomach. Spyro’s face turned cold – he couldn’t bear to see his wife in such a bad condition. Cynthia reached her long neck to her back and took the bag she was carrying off. “Spyro, could you step outside while I check on your wife?”

“Sure,” Spyro replied to the healer’s suggestion in an uncertain tone. The purple dragon kissed Cynder on the forehead before stepping out on the ledge of his and Cynder’s cave. The morning’s air breezed past Spyro’s muzzle and through the gap between his two golden horns. The sun was barely peaking over the mountains in the distance as the orange and yellow beams of light stroked across the sky.

Spyro could hear Cynder and Cynthia talking about something excitedly, which was unusual seeing Cynder in that condition. After a while, the sun was half way past the mountains, and the cool air had become warmer and stickier. Cynthia stepped out of the cave with a beaming smile on her teal muzzle. Spyro quickly padded up to her and looked at her suspiciously.

“Why are you smiling? What’s wrong with my wife?” Spyro frantically asked. Cynthia laughed.

“Nothing is wrong with her,” she replied calmly. Spyro’s eye was beginning to twitch as he became more aggravated than concerned.

“Then why is she puking her guts up?”

“Simple: her body is adjusting to carrying an egg inside of her.”

For Spyro, time slowed down. “You mean…” Spyro began.

Cynthia looked at Spyro with her unforgettable smile and said happily, “Spyro, your wife is pregnant.”

Spyro’s mouth hung open as his mind was in a frenzy of disbelief and shock. “I-I-I’m going to be a father?” Spyro stuttered. Cynthia nodded and congratulated him and then found herself in the air leaving the married couple to their good news. Spyro returned to Cynder’s side on their bed. Cynder, despite her stomach cramps, was in good spirits – as far as she was concerned, her dreams of having a real family were coming true. As for Spyro, he wasn’t all too comfortable with the news.

“Can you believe that WE are going to be parents, Spyro?” Cynder excitedly asked her husband. Spyro faked a smile and chuckled as he slumped into their bed. Cynder’s good mood felt spoiled as her husband just fell face first into the hay. “What’s wrong, aren’t you happy about the good news?”

Spyro sat up and lied his head down on his side of he bed. “I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong; I want nothing less than to have a family with you, my love, but I just wanted a little more time to ourselves and to enjoy the freedom of being able to mate with each other.”

Cynder sighed as she reassured Spyro. “I understand how you’re feeling. I do admit, I feel it’s a little early in our marriage to start a family. Don’t worry though,” Cynder said, putting a pale paw on her husband’s purple cheek. “If we can defeat the Dark Master, we can raise a child, so don’t feel nervous about that.”

Spyro smiled as Cynder nuzzled him without being interrupted by one of her stomach cramps. A kiss was returned to Cynder’s forehead for the affections. Cynder and Spyro lied on their sides as the black dragoness moved her two front paws down to Spyro’s hips and pulled his body closer to hers. “And we’ll get some alone time to make up for ALL the days we missed that we could have been mating,” Cynder teased Spyro. Those amethyst eyes that belonged to Spyro rolled around the perimeter of his peripherals.

Spyro and Cynder lied in bed together, just staring at each other until Spyro broke the silence. “So, what did the healer dragoness tell you?”

“She said that the stomach cramps should be over for good by the end of next week, and that we should go back to the Temple in two weeks to check up on how the egg is doing,” Cynder summed up. Spyro smiled as he moved his muzzle closer to Cynder’s ear.

“I love you, and I promise to be the best father I can be for our family.”



Meanwhile….


“Pregnant!” Malefor exclaimed, pacing furiously around the war room. A table with a map of Warfang on it stood between Reaver and a frustrated Malefor, who wouldn’t hesitate to tear the head off of the nearest person. The general tried to refrain from asking his master too many questions, as it was quite apparent Malefor was not in a talking mood.

“That’s what our healer confirmed, sir,” Reaver choked out, choosing his words carefully. Malefor stopped pacing, closed his eyes and began to think for a moment. It felt like hours to Reaver as his master took his time to think, but not a peep was heard of from Reaver during the time of silence. Malefor sighed as he walked over to a window and sat down. Reaver joined him gazing out of the window over the badland forests.

“I don’t know how this could have happened,” Malefor said quietly to himself and Reaver. Reaver looked at him funny as he replied, “Well, when a mommy and daddy dragon love each other very much-”

Malefor growled at his top general menacingly, who immediately backed down in fear.

“I know HOW it happened,” Malefor exclaimed, as he continued his voice dropped to a more depressed voice. “I just can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”

“I’m curious to see what Shady’s reaction to all of this is. Didn’t you say she said a long time ago that she never wanted to have kids?” Reaver asked. Malefor shrugged.

“I should probably go see her. My hope is she isn’t too angry about the news. However, I think I do see an advantage here.”

Reaver looked at Malefor curiously. “Oh.”

Malefor smirked as he broke his gaze from the window to his top general. “Yes, as you know I’ll need an heir to my throne when Shady and I rule the world after we have finished the prophecy. When Shady gives me a son, he will be my successor.”

“Excellent plan, master. I give you my hopes that your son be strong,” Reaver cheerfully said.

“He’ll have to be if he wishes to be my heir,” Malefor said coldly. “But enough about the future. I’m going to check in on Shady and see how she reacted, though I have my doubts that she will be thrilled about the news.”

“Why is that?” Reaver asked curiously. Malefor just shrugged.

“I don’t know, she always said she never wanted to have kids, but who knows if she actually meant it. Anyway, carry on,” Malefor replied, leaving his general to do his duties. Malefor made his way from the war room to his and Shady’s quarters. He opened the door to their room to find Shady lying on her side of the bed, reading a brown covered book. Shady perked her head up from the book to see her husband standing in the doorway.

“I suppose you heard the news?” Shady assumed. Malefor nodded with a smirk as he lay down beside his wife and nuzzled her.

“So what do you think about all of this?” Malefor asked. Shady closed her book and grinned.

“I actually can’t wait.” The news surprised Malefor.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Shady responded with an unusual amount of gladness in her voice. “Malefor, I want to be the one to bear your child.”

Malefor huffed. “Funny, because I believe it was the day after our honeymoon you said you never wanted to have kids.”

“I said that because I was younger than I am now. I didn’t want to have kids that close to our being married. I wanted to wait a little while longer before we made a decision we couldn’t turn back from. While this was a bit of an accident, I feel like we’re ready.”

Malefor smiled as he looked down at Shady’s stomach and moved his muzzle to nuzzle it. “Once we finish the prophecy, we’ll have the best life for our child. He’ll be living in luxury and power, but until then, I’ll make sure to be at least half the dragon my father was to be a successful father. I won’t let you down, Shady.”

Shady put a paw on her husband’s cheek and smiled. “I know you won’t, Malefor.”