That night, after Cynder shared her theory with Spyro, she tossed and turned in her bed. She was dreaming that she was walking down a hallway, walls of cold, black stones surrounding her. With every step she took her blubber on her frame shook like jelly. She had no idea where she was, but the place seemed oddly familiar.
At the end of the hallway she strode upon a large round platform. The moment she stepped in it, it jerked, startling Cynder, and began to ascend upwards. At the top the platform stopped suddenly.
Cynder looked around cautiously before she stepped off the platform. The air suddenly grew cold, like a cloud obscuring the sun. A purple mist appeared out of nowhere, and began to approach her. A familiar pair of golden-yellow eyes appeared in the mist, followed by a mischievous smile.
"Well, well, well, isn't it my favorite pet. How I yearned for you," It said.
Cynder could recognize that distorted voice anywhere. "Malefor!" she exclaimed, stepping boldly forth, trying her best to look brave, but her chubby figure completely ruined the effect, "I should've known. It's you that is making me swell up like a balloon."
"O, come now, Cynder. I know you like it."
She pushed that statement aside. "What do you want from me?"
A smiled even wider. "To help you, dear. I know how you like to be attractive for Spyro. "
"I don't need your help," she said, turning and walking away.
"Wait!" Malefor cried, but Cynder didn't listen.
She strolled away and a white light swallowed her up. She woke up, and found the bed next to her empty and the room bright with sunlight
"Now that was a weird dream," she mumbled to herself. Her belly began to growl. "Best go get something to eat."
And with those words she was off, her body jiggling more than usual.