Spyro looked at Cynder in discussed and intrigue she didn't know whether the intrigued was good or bad spell took over the land getting rid of all those evil looking monkey things Spyro ruled the world full of dragons without worry at the darkmaster returning but every ruler needs an air so Cynder was going to be his choice in a mate she was there when he first a rose and she's fold him without a single word of defiance so in he's mine
There is no better mate
"Cynder!"
"Yes lord spyro"
"I have decided that you shall be my mate"
"Me sir?"
"Yes you i need a air to my blood line or i my blood line will die out basically i am asking will you be my mate and bear me a air"
"I will be your mate i will try to bear you a air"
