Ember knew, when Cynder placed her cup of tea on the table, still talking up a storm, that the potion didn't take effect.
Any normal dragon would be furious, thinking that Lumeria gave them a fake love potion and stole their money, but Ember knew better.
Being a spell caster, even though a amateur one, the pink dragoness knew that not all potions have immediate effects.
It takes time, and Ember had no doubt that Cynder would fall in love with her sooner or later.
It was actually better this way, for if Cynder was head-over-tails for Ember in an instant it would raise questions.
Ember lifted her tea cup, taking a sip, listening to Cynder.
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Two weeks passed since Ember gave Cynder the love potion. Spyro found that he saw less and less of his love.
She was always making excuses, saying that she had errands to run or visit Ember for a cup of tea.
Spyro was getting suspicious of the two, but he told himself that he was just being jealous, that Cynder deserved some time away from him to make friends.
But Spyro also had other problems; lately he had the ominous feeling that he was being watched, and when he entered an area where there was scarce amount of people, like alleyways or small squares, he would catch a glimpse of something following him.
He couldn't identify it probably, for it lurched in the corner of his eye, but it looked like a ball of purple smoke, two sinister yellow eyes peering out of it.
But when he turned around to confront it, it would just vanish, leaving Spyro wondering if it just was his imagination.
It was on one Saturday evening that things really started to get weird. Spyro was sitting alone on his balcony, watching the stars.
Cynder would have been with him tonight, sitting alongside him, but she told him that she was invited by Ember over for tea again.
As he sat there, sighing, he was unaware of the purple smoke pouring into his room.
Yellow eyes stared through the smoke, a evil chuckle coming from it.
"And now, Spyro," whispered a voice, "You are mine!"
What happens next?