Alright, just did this for fun, and also because I've had a lot of fun playing the Spyro characters on roleplaying sites. Also, since people seemed to like my Cynder's Freedom, fic, I decided why not try to continue?

Pretty much, this'll be a series of one shots showing events in the game from the character's perspective, showing their emotions and such on the event. Most will be actual events from the game, but if I'm so inspired, I might include some events we don't directly see. I'm open to suggestions! Please tell me what you think!

First one for Cynder during the ending of A New Beginning, kinda inspired by Terrador's words during the scene.

Gratitude

Cynder didn't know exactly what she should think or feel…just a matter of hours before, she'd been a full grown adult and a 'Terror of the Skies'…now she was just a weak little girl. She watched as Spyro talked with Ignitus, feeling bad for him…he'd used ever ounce of strength to defeat her…then saved her life, leaving himself so weak he could hardly move a muscle. For that, she was thankful…in truth, had he left her to die in Convexity, she'd have still be grateful just to be free of the Dark Master.

She'd never felt gratitude for anyone before, even before she'd been corrupted into that…monster, all the Apes had ever done to her was cause her misery and pain, and as her evil self, she'd been incapable of seeing her underlings as anymore than slaves and servants unworthy of her thanks…now that the darkness was lifted from her mind, she could truly appreciate things in life…like a certain little purple dragon flying into a collapsing portal to save her. Someday she'd need to ask him why he'd done it for her, but now it didn't matter…both of them were too tired for that right now.

"Cynder," Ignitus' voice called, bringing the little black dragon's attention to him as he directed his to her, a guilty expression on his face. "Ever since I failed the night of the raid, I've dreamt of this day…"

"It wasn't just you, Ignitus!" stated the Electric Guardian, Volteer. "We all failed…" he stated, the other Guardians agreeing with similar looks of guilt.

Cynder didn't know what to make of this statement…she'd captured them, drug them from the battlefield and kept them in torturous conditions for months, drained them of their energy to raise the Dark Master…and they felt they needed to apologize to her? She should be the one to apologize to them for what she'd done, all the terrible things she'd inflicted on the dragons…yet they felt guilty that they'd not protected her egg that night. She wanted to say that, to tell them she should be the one apologizing to them, that they'd done everything they could've to protect her…but maybe because of her still getting used to her new body, her still conflicted thoughts, or simply how sore and tired she was from getting blasted by Spyro at full power kept her silent.

"Be that as it may…we're all together again…thanks to Spyro," replied Ignitus, looking to Spyro with a clear look of pride. "Well done, young dragon."

Now that's something Cynder could agree with, she still had trouble believing it herself…a little dragon, only 12 years old, who only a short time ago didn't even know he was a dragon, had defeated her, a tyrant that had single-handedly turned the tide of a war…it was unbelievable, but then again, he was the legendary Purple Dragon after all.

"Thanks Ignitus…but we still don't know what's happened to the Dark Master…" replied Spyro in a somewhat nervous tone.

Cynder could see the worry in his eyes, she was sure anyone looking could see the same in hers. She knew he'd felt it too when they'd been in the portal, the presence of that monster, just thinking about that made her both furious and terrified. Furious because she knew he'd been the one behind everything that'd happened to her the last 12 years, all the pain and suffering she'd been through…and put others through. Terrified because…deep down inside she knew the Dark Master could take her freedom from her once again and turn her back into that monster…and that he would do so the moment he got the chance and without a second thought…she prayed that Spyro would be able to save her from that fate should the Dark Master truly return…and a part of her had just enough audacity to believe he could do it.

"No matter, Spyro. There will be time to talk of the Dark Master later," answered Terrador, the big Earth Guardian's voice sounded familiar to her, not from when she'd faced him as her evil former self…but it seemed similar to someone else…how strange. "Now it's time to be grateful for your success."

Cynder could only nod, of course she couldn't completely drive that anger and dread she had for that demon from her mind, but she could agree that Terrador was right, that time was for later, now was a time to have thanks for what Spyro had done for the world…and for her.