Just as Spyro was about to take a drink, Cynder gasped, recalling this potion. "Spyro NO!" She lunged at him, knocking the drink from his claws. "That's not nectar.. It's a potion that renders a dragon's free will useless!" Spyro's eyes widened as he stared at the Elder dragons. "Is this true..? Ignitus..?"
The Fire dragon elder growled with a menacing glare at Cynder before speaking. "Indeed it is.. It was our plan.." Terrador stepped forward. "We had hoped to use this potion, so that WE may do as we wish freely with the two of you, but apparently Cynder's memroeis from being evil still exist.. Otherwise you would be at our mercy by now.."
Cynder growled at them all. "Is that all you see us as? SLAVES? Well I won't allow it!" Volteer padded around the two. "Despite the failures and such, we can still FORCE you to drink, though we would rather not do so unless need be." Cyril nodded. "For once I agree with the blabbermouth, we don't wish to fight you, but.." With that said, all four dragons' eyes shimmered, ready for battle. "If you don't, then you'll leave us no choice!"
Cynder looked at Spyro, and vice versa, they were both strong, they knew that from fighting each other before, but would they flee and try to elude them? Or will they fight for their freedom? Spyro gazed at Ignitus and said right to his face...
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