IceScorcher09

It was late at night, and Spyro was walking down to the balcony for some fresh air.  As he walked onto it, he breathed the air in deeply, allowing the scent of the forest to fill his nostrils. "Man, I love the smell of night," exclaimed Spyro.  Just after saying that, he heard someone crying.  He happened to look in the direction it was coming from, and found Cynder.  He went up to her, and as he came closer to her, he took note of the bruises on her back, and the gash on her head.  Immediately, he got worried.  His walking turned into a little jog as he got closer to her.  Cynder looked up to see who was coming, and notice it was him.  She

Year 2006 (49 years later) There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot.  An aging man got out of the driver’s side.  He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray.  A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face.  Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car. He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car.  This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and s

It was late at night, and Spyro was walking down to the balcony for some fresh air.  As he walked onto it, he breathed the air in deeply, allowing the scent of the forest to fill his nostrils. "Man, I love the smell of night," exclaimed Spyro.  Just after saying that, he heard someone crying.  He happened to look in the direction it was coming from, and found Cynder.  He went up to her, and as he came closer to her, he took note of the bruises on her back, and the gash on her head.  Immediately, he got worried.  His walking turned into a little jog as he got closer to her.  Cynder looked up to see who was coming, and notice it was him.  She