It was a altar...atleast that is what it looked like. It was.placed on a peace of even earth, surounded by iron poles with green smoke fluttering from it. In the middle was a strange looking tombstone with letters of some unknown langauge written on it.
Spyro looked towards Cynder and then back towards the altar. Both dragons started to make their way towards the altar.
The smoke smelled like crushed herbs, and, strangly enough, made Spyro a bit horny. Cynder aprouched the tombstone and placed her paw on it. Suddenly, a bright light engulf Cynder, and sended her flying away from.
"Cynder!" Spyro yelled. He rushed over to her to see if she was okay. A strange aura surounded Cynder. She felt a tingeling feeling move across her body and into her womb.
"Cynder, are you okay?" Spyro asked, panicking. "I'm okay," Cynder said rubbing her head. "I think it's best that we go back to the cave," Spyro said helping Cynder up. "No, i'm okay, Spyro," Cynder said. "No," Spyro said sternly," we don't know what that did to you."
Cynder frowned at Spyro. "You don't have to baby me all the time," she said iratated. "Cynder, i'm just trying to protect you, thats all," Spyro said. Cynder lowerd her head, feeling shamefull. "I'm sorry, Spyro," she began," just don't like it when you treat me like a hatchling. I'm a big girl now, remember that."
Spyro nodded, understanding Cynder's argument. "But still, we don't know what just happened to you," Spyro said," we need to get you to a doctor or something." Cynder nodded, but then she said,"we can, but we must do it tomorrow."
She pointed to the hole in the roof. Spyrp saw that the light was changing into a deep orange color, showing that the evening houers was not far from hand.
Both dragons left the cavern and flew back towards their cave. When the arived at their cave, something strange started to happened.