Spyro was never the type to be brimming with confidence. Not that he was cowardly or self-deprecating. Certainly not. However, when it came to acknowledging the good things that he was, the achievements heâd made at such a young age, those eyes always drifted away and his expression furrowed with doubt. It was understandable, of course; heâd been a child thrust into adulthood by way of war. There would be cause for concern if he wasnât troubled or unsure.
Now, though, the war had been won. Their fighting was over. He became the legendary hero he was always destined to become, yet when she pointed out the bravery that pulled him through? He couldnât meet her eyes as his stance shrunk back.
Cynder tilted her head to the side to try to meet his eyes, her expression concerned. âYou are,â she asserted, gently. âSpyro, youâre one of the bravest dragons Iâve ever known. Everything that happened, everything youâve done to save this worldâŚnot just anyone could have done that. You did, no matter what was in your way. That takes more courage than you think.â
Supposedly, he might have had a different response. Perhaps a different line of thought if he had not been whisked into such troubled times those years ago, but that was not the case this current moment. Although it had always been a thought in his head, it was a small fantasy compared to the broad reality he lived it.Â
Having so much expectation from others, it had obviously taken its toll on the purple hero, his mistakes at times would send him spiraling into doubting himself, and what he could actually achieve.Â
Spyro had always been much more than a legendary hero, even if may not have realized it himself. So many qualities that he stood for, a friend who was always around to help, who would rather listen to his heart than what natural instincts might have told him.Â
He did not believe himself to be very brave or courageous, but imaginably he failed to realize he was both of them, but in a very different way when need be.Â
Finally, after a long moment of the seemingly perpetual silence, he sat down heavily. Cynderâs attempt to meet his gaze had pressured him to lift his head high in what he was going to say next. Though the slump of his shoulder of this small bout of forced confidence gave it all away.
âI suppose youâre right about that, but...,â he paused as if he had more to say but the silence continued as his mouth clamped shut.
âNo, no one could have done that, alone. If Cynder hadnât been by my side...if I was alone, I donât think I could have...the world would be...â
He seemed to frown for a moment afterwards before standing again, as if ready to walk away from the subject, âsorry Cynder, I donât usually brood like this.â
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