This story begins at midday. The sun was high, the sky was clear, and everything was nothing but peaceful. At the temple, in the garden, a pink dragoness was sleeping. In a room high up a black dragon was watching her. This dragon was black with a blue underbelly. He had a light blue line along the sides of his body. His horns shined black as he hung his head out the window, watching the pink dragoness below. The scar on his face could be seen as it traveled from above his left eye to the middle of his snout. He leaned again the wall, his head at the window as he looked down. His sight was only focused on the dragoness below. Her sleek and agile body laid in a patch of flowers, he wings spread out as she laid on her back. He looked all along her body, from the tip of her glistening white horns, along her purple underbelly, to the tip of her purple tail blades.
"Day dreaming about her again Zoidius?" Zoidius turned to see another dragon in the doorway. The dragon was purple, his horns and underbelly gold.
"Don't do that Spyro, your surprised me." He said, turning his attention back onto the pink dragoness.
"Zoidius, you need to go and talk to her, not stare at her all day." Spyro said, walked towards him.
"I know, but it's hard talking to her."Zoidius replied back and Spyro shook his head.
He sighed. "Come on Zoidius, we need to talk about the preparations for tonight." Zoidius looked back at him.
"What preparations?" He asked.
"For tonight, the Raining of the Stars remember?" He answered.
"Oh yeah, now I remember." He said, after face palming himself. He looked back at the dragoness before walking away. "Okay." They both began to walk away, talking about the preparations for tonight. While they talked, the dragoness was beginning to stir.
She rolled onto her belly as she dreamed of Zoidius. He was holding her in his arms, leaning forward about to kiss her. She awoke as she heard someone approaching. She looked up over her chest to see a black dragoness with a red underbelly walking towards her. "I see your finally awake Hashara ." The dragoness said, watching Hashara flip onto her stomach as she came closer.
"Sorry, just getting ready for tonight Cynder." She replied back, stretching her limbs out as Cynder sat down.
"It's okay, actually I was coming here to ask you of something about tonight." Hashara stopped stretching and sat down, looking at Cynder.
"And that would be?" She asked, curious.
"I need you to stay on the roof of the temple." Cynder replied back, getting a confused look from her.
"We need to make sure none of the children get up there to see the stars, they could get hurt." Hashara nodded. "Thank you."
"No problem." Hashara answered back.
"I got to go back in, make sure everything is prepared for tonight." Hashara nodded as Cynder stood up and left. She walked into the temple and looked down the hall to see Spyro and Zoidius walking down the hall talking, but Spyro looked at her and she gave him a wink.
"The signal!" He thought to himself. "Hey Zoidius, there's something I forgot to ask you." He asked, seeing Cynder walk away.
"Hmm, what's that?" Zoidius asked, looking over at Spyro.
"Think you could sit on the roof and make sure no little kids get up there, we don't want them to get hurt?" He asked.
"Sure no problem." He answered back.
"Thank you. I got to go and make sure everything is prepared with Cynder, see you later." Runs off towards Cynder, leaving him along at the door. Zoidius looked to his left to see Hashara, he quickly looked away blushing as she looked over at him, and she did the same. He quickly walked away, before she could say something.
The rest of the day was busy with each of them running around, getting the temple ready for the Night of the Raining Stars. It wasn't much help that the Elders were away, but they were able to get it down, just took then longer then usual. As they began to put the finishing touches on, other dragons began to arrive. Some went into the garden where Spyro was ready to make sure everything was right and that there was enough room for everyone to watch the stars. On the Balcony Cynder was there, doing the same thing as Spyro as others began to arrive. Zoidius and Hashara though traveled towards the roof, unaware of the other heading there as well. Zoidius was running late so Hashara was the one to get there first. She sat on the roof for a good amount of time just staring at the sky, waiting for the show as Zoidius flew onto the roof catching her attention.
"Zoidius?! What are you doing here?" She asked, surprised to see him there.
"Me?! What about you Hashara?" He asked back.
"I'm here to watch the roof." She answered back.
"Me too. I thought I was going to be up here alone." He answered back.
" I guess not." She looked away as he did the same.
"Can...can I sit next to you?" He asked. She only nodded before he stepped closer.
"Want some berries, I brought some?" She asked, still looking away as he sat down.
"Sure, I might have some." He answered, looking away as she placed a bowl of berries between them. They both looked up at the sky, waiting for the show as each took a small amount of berries at a time. After a while though, they both went after a berry and accidently bumped hands. They both look down at the berries to see the others hand before drawing them back, but as they drew them back they saw the last berry sitting in the bowl.
"You have it." Zoidius said, pushing the bowl towards her with his tail.
"Thank you." She said, taking the berry. She kept looking away as she ate the berry while he looked over her. He was smiling seeing her beauty in the moon light. He looked away, a blush on his face as she turned to him. Her own eyes began to trace his body in the moon light. He looked back at her, their eyes caught each other.
"Hashara?" He said, staring into her eyes.
"Yeah Zoidius?" She said, staring into his eyes as well.
"There's something I've been wanting to tell you." He said calmly, still staring at into her eyes, the stars reflecting off them.
"I've been wanting to tell you something too." She kept staring into his eyes.
"You first." She said and he gulped from nervousness. A knot forming at his throat.
"I've been, wanting to say this for a long time." He leaned in closer,.
"Yeah?" She asked, leaning closer as well, but before they could get any closer a star could be seen shooting across the sky, but only one. They could hear everyone's astonishment from below, bringing their attention away from each other and onto the sky. "Was that it?" She asked.
"I don't think so." He answered.
Below, Spyro and Cynder were hoping the same thing, wanting more time for Zoidius and Hashara to admit their feelings for each other on the roof.
"Should we head down, I think that was it?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the sky.
"Not yet." He looked back at her. "There's something...I need to tell you." He said nervously. This caught her attention, as she looked from the sky to him.
"What is it?" She asked before staring into his eyes again. He brought his hand up and softly caressed her cheek.
"I...I've been needing to say this for the longest time." She only nodded as he continued to softly
stroke her cheek. Not another word was spoken as they stared into each other's eyes, each lost in the others as they leaned closer, only inches away from the other. "I love you." He said calmly, before bringing her into a kiss.
As their lips meant the dark sky began to light up as thousands upon thousands of stars began to fly across the sky, making it look like it was raining pure light as everyone stared in amazement. Their kiss and the raining of the stars seemed to go on forever, but their kiss ended as they cuddled together, his wing over her body as they watched the stars rain from the heavens above, only breaking their stare at the stars, to kiss each other.
"I love you Hashara." He said calmly, as he broke away from another kiss.
"I love you too Zoidius." She said, as the sky began to turn dark again.
The Night of the Raining Stars was over, but it was a fantastic night for everyone, but no one more then Zoidius and Hashara. The next year, on the Night of the Raining Stars, they met each other on the roof, pretending it was that night, all over again.