The Legend of Spyro: Ripto's Wrath
By: Valentine McDaniel

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any of the names of characters/places/objects/etc in this story. They belong to their respected owners.

A/N: This is the real final chapter. I am really sorry about the lateness of it. My sister downloaded something that fried our Internet and we just got it back. I'll be writing and typing the first few chapters to Dark Master's Malice so expect a new story and the first two chapters to it soon after this. Again, my deepest apologies.

Chapter 15
The Promise

Spyro sighed as he laid on the floor in the hallway. He was facing the wooden door to their room where Cynder had been hiding all day. She had woken up a few hours after Terrador finished speaking to him and she was refusing to come out of the room.

He had ignored Terradors advice about waiting for her to come to him. The moment he heard that she was awake, he rushed over to their room, but he was met with with a growl as he stepped into the doorway. She started to throw pillows at him while she screamed. She had kept this up until he was forced to close the door.

He now was laying on the white floor tapping his claw, ignoring the dragons that passed him as they walked down the hall. He even had growled at Flame, who tried to talk to him.

Every time he tried to enter the room she started to throw things at him. With each try the things she threw became harder and heavier objects. She had nailed him in the side of the head with a book last time he tried and this discouraged him to try again. He was scared to find out what she would throw next.

"If you're going to sit there, stop that infernal tapping."

Spyro stopped and smiled. This was the first time she had talked to him without screaming. "Sorry." He tried to say more but the guilt he felt created a lump in his throat and prevented him from saying anything more.

"I...I heard that you were hurt." Her voice was soft. "How's your eye?"

He laughed softly. "Just a few scratches. Terra-" Spyro stopped himself and smiled. "My father said I'll have a few scars, but it will have to heal on it's own." He touched the bandages that covered the left side of his face.

The door opened as she poked her head out. She gave him a questioning look. "Your father?"

He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "Yes, Terrador told me just a few hours ago. He is my true father." He had to resist the urge that was almost consuming him. His whole body was screaming and aching for her touch. He wanted to hear her whisper to him as they laid together and did nothing but stare into each other's eyes.

Cynder waved a paw in front of his face. She smiled at the far away look in his eye. Daydreaming again. "Spyro, the world of the living is calling." She poked him in the nose sharply with her claw.

Spyro jerked and blinked several times before he looked back to her. "Oh, sorry."

Cynder sighed and pushed the door open all the way with her tail. "Come in if you wish." She walked back into the room and back onto the pile of pillows she had been laying on. She glared at his as he stepped onto the pile to lay down with her. "Just because I let you in doesn't mean I have forgiven you." She watched as he lifted his paw back off of the pillows and laid down a few feet from the pile.

She sighed again. "You may lay there but do not speak. I'm not ready to talk to you." She laid her head on her paws.

He smiled. Truthfully, he was more than happy to just lay there as long as needed. It was way better than the hall; at the very least he could look at her.

Cynder yawned and closed her eyes. The only reason she had let him in was because she was tired and ha grown accustomed to presence during sleep. She found that she needed the sound of his breathing to fall asleep. She'd never admit that to him, especially at a time like this. She quickly found herself in a deep sleep as she listened to his breathing.

Spyro laid there admiring her and listening to her slowing breathing. When he finally determined that she was asleep he slowly got up and walked onto the pile of pillows. I'm probably going to get hit for this. He laid down in front of her, so that his head was next to hers, his good eye facing her.

He smiled as she, out of habit, cuddled her head into his. He yawned and closed his eye. "Good night." He quickly fell asleep with her warmth near him.

Spyro's eye opened slowly as it adjusted to the light. He wanted to yawn, but he resisted the urge when he realized what the weight on top of his head was.

Cynder had moved during their nap. She was now laying next to him with her head on top of his. His wing was even draped over her.

He sighed and whispered. "Crap! If she wakes up with me like this she's going to bite my tail off."

Cynder smiled and without opening her eyes she whispered back. "She is already awake and isn't in the mood for tail, but she can take another inch off your horn."

Spyro cringed. "I'm in trouble aren't I?" He coiled his tail around hers; wanting to enjoy the closeness they were sharing while it lasted.

She sighed and moved closer to him, pressing her side into his. "No your not. I'm actually glad you did this. I slept better than I would've without you." She opened her eyes. "I've been up for about an hour. I was thinking about this whole incident...I wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I acted." She lifted her head off of his.

He raised his head and looked her in the eyes. "Why are you sorry when I wronged you?"

She smiled and pressed her cheek against his. "Because the only reason you would go to such lengths to protect me, is if you truly loved me." She began to purr gently as she rubbed her cheek against his gently.

Spyro smiled and used his wing to pull her closer. "I do love you and I always will." He felt a twinge of guilt go through his chest as he remembered he had yet to tell her about him leaving.

"Spyro?"

"Yeah?" He smiled and pushed those thoughts out of his mind for now. He'd deal with them later.

"I'm really hungry." She removed her head from his and looked into his eye. "Could you get us something to eat?"

He stretched his legs as he got up. "Sure. Anything specific you want?"

Cynder thought for a moment before she smiled. "Strawberries! I don't care what else you bring but I'm dying for strawberries!" She could already taste the sweet tangy flavor in her mouth for some reason. This made her stomach growl loudly and her mouth to start to water.

Spyro laughed. "Strawberries it is. I'll see if the kitchens have some cherries while I'm at it."

He walked to the door and looked back at her, only to find her staring off into space a drop of drool hanging from her mouth. He was only able to walk a few feet into the hall before he heard Cynder call after him. "Bring chocolate if they have that too!"

Spyro walked down the hall towards the kitchen that provided the food for the dragons that lived in the castle. He couldn't stop laughing at the sight of Cynder drooling until he walked into the kitchen. He would've kept laughing if he hadn't come nose to nose with a certain pink dragoness. Uh-oh.

The moment she saw him, Ember smiled and stepped closer to him. "Well hello there. How may I be of service?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Spyro gulped and frowned. "Your in charge of the kitchens at the moment?" He sighed when she nodded. "I need a bowl of strawberries and some chocolate if you have it." I'll just get Cynder's stuff and get out quick. He saw Flame behind her watching this and glaring at him. Great! One more thing to sort out!

Ember's smile widened. "Ooh, sounds romantic! I didn't know we were going on a picnic. I'll go see if I can get the rest of the day off." She stepped forward and slid her head under his, nuzzling his neck gently.

Spyro quickly stepped back and growled softly. "Watch it! I am already Sealed and this is food is for Cynder. I have no interest in you!"

Ember hmphed and walked around the kitchen gathering the stuff he asked for and putting it all in a basket. She set it down in front of him and brought a paw to his chin. "I like guys who play hard to get. Someday you'll tire of that tramp, then you'll be all mine."

"So, I'm a tramp am I?"

Spyro and Ember looked over to the doorway where Cynder was crouching and growling.

Spyro backed up and spread his wings in innocence. "Cynder I was telling her to back off. I-"

"Shut up!" She glared at him. "Your in enough trouble a it is." She turned her death glare back to Ember. "You! Keep your dirty paws off of him if you want to keep your wings attached to your back!"

Flame, seeing an opportunity, stepped in front of Ember protectively. "I can't allow you to do that." He glared at Cynder.

Ember, taken aback by Flames actions, kept quiet.

Spyro walked closer to Cynder. "What's wrong? Why are you so mad at me? I thought we just settled this."

"THAT WAS BEFORE YOU LIED!" Cynder was screaming at him now. She took a few deep breaths and lowered her voice. "Cyril came by our room and he told me about how you're leaving for three years!"

Spyro frowned and lowered his head. "I meant to tell you."

"You promised that you would always be there for me." She lowered her voice and filled it with venom. "Now your leaving and I'm left to give birth and raise our child. Alone!" Tears started to stream down her cheeks as she whispered. "I hate you. Don't ever come near me again." She turned and pushed off the ground with a flap of her wings, flying quickly down the hall.

Spyro took off after her but she had always been the fastest flier, that combined with the shock of her words slowed him down. When he reached their room the door was already locked and he could hear her crying. He sighed as he leaned his head against the door. Well, I have officially found a way to screw up the best thing in my life.

He laid down in front of the door and laid his head on his paws. This was how he spent the next few days. He took his meals there and only talked to Terrador when he came by asking about what was going on. He would get a glimpse of her every now and then when a dragon went into their room to serve her, but she always made sure he couldn't make eye contact with her.

On the forth night after the fight Spyro stood in front of the door with packs tied to his sides. Terrador was already waiting for him in the castle yard. He had a folded piece of paper in his mouth, which he dropped in front of the door. "Cynder?"

His only reply was a growl.

"I only wanted to tell you, Father and I are leaving now." He sighed, as the growl grew louder. "I only want you to do one last favor for me." He pushed the letter under the gap of the door. "Please read that." Before he turned from the door he whispered. "Good bye, my love."

Cynder held the letter in her paws as she looked out into the night through the window. She watched Spyro and Terrador say their final good byes to the other three Guardian, and then in a gust of wind, take off into the night sky.

She was still crying as she unfolded the letter.

Cynder,

I will not try to justify my actions, because I don't think I can. All I can do now is give you a promise. I promise that no matter what, I will return to you alive. This is my solemn vow.

Spyro

Cynder's tears increased as she clutched the letter to her chest, looked back to the night sky, and whispered, "I'll be waiting."

THE END

A/N: Wow, it's a weird feeling being able to hit the complete button. It's kinda nice too. Anyways, the sequel will hopefully be up soon. I just started my Christmas break from school so I have plenty of time to write and type. Hoped you enjoyed this story. Sorry if you don't like the sad ending, but I'm a sucker for them. Don't worry, the sequel won't have one. Or will it? Later.