Cynder knew it was wrong to scream; screaming wasted time, and not even a purple could make time wait. Well, maybe he could perform Dragon Time. Unfortunately, the boulder had something to say about that. Which in turn preluded a scream from Cynder.
Life's one big vicious cycle, right?
Not bothering to think out the situation, Cynder blasted after Spyro, who was unconciously hugging the bottom of the molten mass. Being in such a position clearly would end in a way seriously detrimental to his health, especially if Cynder couldn't grab him before the rock exploded on the floor. She was a black bullet, evading the companions of Spyro's boulder as the distance betwen the two quickly diminished. Cynder's vision banked as she barrelled through the gap between the giant pebble and the ground upside down, snatching the severely charred dragon into her embrace and emerging from the other side a second before the smaller orb merged with the epically massive one. (The Planet :P)
Touching back down on the space she abandoned to save Spyro, Cynder set him down upon the smoothest ground she could find and began looking over his injuries. Her mood hit an all time low as her eyes took in Spyro's physical state; his left wing had been eaten away by the lava that contacted it, taking out most of the centre skin membrane right up to the bone. His right wing had fared much better than it's partner, only being blackened in several places. The body they were attached to made them pale in comparison, however. Spyro's entire collection of chest scales had been torn apart by the unspeakable heat, from his stomach right up to the underside of his maw. Without their protective layer, the flesh underneath had blistered and cauterized into an unholy mess. The only thing that could be hoped for was that his organs were untouched. His horns and claws had all but disappeared, brittled down to dust by the same lava that turned the impressive purple and gold to twisted black and brown. Not even his tail tip escaped the destruction of the superheated magma.
Cynder knew it was wrong to cry, but there was all the time in the world.
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