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Quiet filled the room, it was almost like there was no one inside at all, but there was. Someone was lying there, resting, sleeping. It was none other than The Purple Dragon, Spyro. Wings folded together and close to his body he slept soundly. The ground beneath him was soft, it was almost like he was flying, yet, at the same time deep underground as the ground swallowed him whole, surrounding him.
Blinking awake The Purple Dragon looked straight ahead, everything was blurry for a moment, having to blink a few times before getting his sight back. The young dragon lifted his head slightly up above the soft grounding. It took more power from him than he originally expected, so instead of fighting any further Spyro laid his back down, letting the earth swallow him up once more as he waited for himself to get more strength.

Yawning the young dragon finally found the strength to look up, as if the yawn helped him in some way. There was an almost blinding light to his right and a wall to his left which had a blue color. Spyro couldn’t make out any more from his current position, however, he lifted his head a little further up above the ground. Looking around further Spyro couldn’t help but realize that this was strange. The stone flooring beneath him was smooth, not only that but he was laying on some sort of cloud that was floating above the ground, kept up by wooden pillars. In front of him, Spyro saw that there was another even softer cloud. Spyro couldn’t help but look around in confusion. The walls were smooth as well, just like the floor, though you couldn’t see the stones, it was a smooth wall.

Wanting to get up, something stopped the young Purple Dragon, a sharp pain ran through his left front paw as he moved it. Looking down there was a patch of paper that hid something which looked like a red snake, which went right into his paw. The redness inside the snake was liquid, Spyro could tell by looking at it, but it was contained by something. Spyro didn’t know what it was or what it was doing there, so the young dragon moved his paw slightly, though he flinched in pain at the movement. Tugging on it some more the dragon fell out of bed as the snake left his paw with a small ‘pop.’ It was nasty listening to making the young dragon feel uncomfortable. Just as he was feeling, uncomfortable, Spyro felt weak all the way down to his claws, he could barely even lift himself again.

Laying there on the ground Spyro took the time to look around once more. This ground was hard, just as the ground usually was, but it was a stark contrast to the cloud he had just been sleeping in. Getting a better look at the cloud Spyro couldn’t help but huff a little, it was weird, acted weird, and felt weird. He knew it wasn’t a cloud, but it was the only way the young dragon could describe the item in front of him. It was soft and comfortable to sleep upon, it was just as he imagined a cloud would feel like.
Trying to get back on his paws Spyro rose, the pain in his left front paw had subsided giving him ample opportunity to get back up. To see what was going on, see where he was. Maybe the reason Spyro wasn’t more panicked might have been because he was so tired and weak, everything was strange and out of place, yet, something about it felt familiar, maybe that’s why he felt so calm.

Trembling Spyro fell flat on his stomach, again finding himself on the ground, this time facing the opposite direction than he was before. Facing another wall. It gave him a good chance to look around the room. A faint sound could be heard in the distance, a ringing sound. Spyro wasn’t able to categorize the sound, which made the young dragon freak out a little, not only was the room alien but so was the sounds. The Purple Dragon couldn’t tell if the sound was far away or if it was simply because he was hard of hearing at the moment, both possibilities could very well be.

Spyro got a glimpse of what seemed like an opening to the outside, a window or a doorway. New determination filled the young dragon as he looked at it, he had to find out where he was. Trying to stand once more the trembling continued, it was like someone was shaking him violently preventing him from getting up or if there was an earthquake, that’s what Spyro imagined it would be like. Despite a familiar feeling, Spyro knew he had to leave this place, it wasn’t right, everything seemed blurry, off, almost like a dream. Either he had to wake up or get outside if this was truly a dream he was unsure what it meant. So far it had just been confusion.

Finding footing the young dragon stood still for a moment, spreading his wings and swaying his tail slightly as he stood there, not wanting to fall again. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in here. “I- I…” he paused, it was hard to speak. “I got to…” Spyro added as he started to slowly walk toward the blue wall so he could get to the opening. “Leave” Spyro huffed as he reached the wall, speaking was difficult.

Everything was off, he was weak, his knees were shaking and he was sure he would fall at any given moment, a small gust of wind would blow him right off his paws at this moment. How could he even get out of here? He could barely walk after all, let alone run or fly. Fly was out of the question, his wings felt like they had been stretched for so long that he wasn’t sure something was off. Like he had them stretched out during the night. Folding them felt uncomfortable.

Realizing that the blue wall was a curtain made Spyro realize he could move it out of the way. Raising a paw and grabbing around it, he moved said curtain so he could look out the opening. A bright light shone in his direction at that moment, blinding the young dragon for a moment. Spyro raised a wing to shade himself from said light. Where was he? Letting his eyes adjust he looked out. Eyes growing wide Spyro couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Outside was, how could someone explain it. Towers rose to the skies, almost touching the clouds. Everything had a reflection and shone brightly. It was almost overwhelming to Spyro. Looking straight ahead it was almost impossible to see the sky from just towers, some were bigger than others but they all shared the same brightness. The ground around the towers was pitch black.
Looking down right in front of the building Spyro could see a patch of grass and a small lake, it seemed so out of place in this world. It was overwhelming Spyro didn’t even know where to focus, the bright light blinded him almost. One tower, in particular, stood out to the rest, it was taller than the others, and it was oddly rounded at the top, almost spiraling around itself, and it was rounded, whole the majority of the other towers were square in their shape.
Shaking his head Spyro could feel the fear run through his spine. Where was he? This wasn’t natural. Speechless Spyro examined the view in front of him further, tower after tower, they all stood so tall, why were there so many of them. Lifting a paw Spyro wanted to jump out the window, to take flight and look around some further, but something was blocking him. Whatever was in front of him was stopping him from getting outside, and now that he thought about it; he could see one tree moving, meaning there was wind but he couldn’t feel any. So the barrier in front of him stopped the wind from getting inside as well. It was invisible so he couldn’t even see it in the first place, how strange.

Spyro could hear something from behind him, though he was too focused on what was going on in front of him for him to even care to look back. The sound of someone walking toward him could be heard as the steps got louder and louder. Whoever it was seemed to stop right behind him for a moment, where they hesitating? Spyro didn’t bother looking back.

Out of his right eye, he could see the dragon getting closer as they sat down beside him. The stranger was big, bigger than Terrador. Not just taller but broader as well, this dragon was well built. Spyro could see that they had a spike at the tip of his nose, and two horns right on the cheeks. His horns itself was bent so they were pointing forward. His wings were folded but Spyro would guess his wingspan was big as well. A guy needed big wings in order to carry such a big body after all.

Other than that Spyro didn’t see much, he didn’t bother turning his head, after all, eyes still focusing on the scene before him. “Where am I?” Spyro asked. There was no reply from the other, Spyro could tell the stranger was looking at him, but he didn’t speak, simply observed the younger dragon. Asking again, Spyro finally turned his head as he looked the stranger in the eyes.

This stranger was actually bigger than Spyro had first realized. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was getting an answer, a part of Spyro couldn’t help but feel like this was a trick. Maybe Malefor didn’t die, maybe he was trapped with him. Though Spyro tried to shake that feeling, that couldn’t be. He saw what happened to Malefor, so to think he was still alive was just ludicrous.

The bigger male sighed, as he looked out the window, now refusing to look at Spyro, while Spyro kept looking at the stranger. He wanted answers. That’s the least he could ask for after all. There were so many questions running through his mind after all.

“Trust me if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” the stranger finally said. His voice was deep, like Terradors, the dragon spoke funnily, however. He clearly wasn’t from where Spyro was from. Shaking that aside Spyro finally bit his tongue as he looked at the stranger who just looked out the window, refusing to answer his question. How rude. Letting everything get to him, the fear, the sadness the confusion Spyro couldn’t help but stay quiet any longer.

“Where am I?! Is this another one of Malefor’s tricks?” he almost yelled, though Spyro realized what he had done very quickly. It was unlike him to be like this. Biting his tongue once more Spyro almost hid in his wings, not really wanting to look at the stranger anymore. Something about his calm demeanor pissed Spyro off, Ignitus had always been a calm dragon, a mentor, a guardian, but this guy was different. Spyro could tell he was the secretive type. Spyro wasn’t one to really hate anyone, it wasn’t in his nature, but he didn’t trust the stranger.

“Male-Malefor?” the stranger said, breaking Spyro’s train of thoughts. Looking at the stranger again Spyro could see clear confusion on his face, something about that annoyed Spyro, who didn’t know about Malefor? “Yes” Spyro added, a disapproving look crossed his features. Something the stranger clearly picked up as he finally looked at Spyro again. He remained quiet like he was thinking, other than that Spyro wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, it was difficult reading him.

Looking away the stranger spoke “I don’t know anyone named Malefor.” That sentence alone annoyed the younger dragon. Spyro didn’t believe him. Who didn’t know Malefor, especially after all he had done? Either that or this dragon was speaking the truth and this was indeed a dream. A strange dream, but a dream nonetheless. Just something about the place, in general, felt off. It made Spyro wary, careful of what he should do.

Sighing Spyro gave up. Maybe he could get some answers about the guy at least. Maybe it could answer some of the questions he had about this place. Starting slow and building up.
“Who are you?” Spyro asked. It didn’t take the stranger long to reply. Sitting upright he looked out the window again as he replied.

“My name is Bashir. I am a mercenary for the church.” the Bashir said. Spyro looked at Bashir as he spoke. Bashir huh? It was a strange name, but what was strange to him was the word ‘church.’

“For… the church? What's a church?” Spyro asked without thinking too much about it. It was off, something about it, he even stumbled on the words a bit, trying to pronounce it right. The confusion was written on his face as he waited for Bashir to answer. That moment never came, just as Bashir was about to reply someone came running into the room, a panicked expression on their face, though it was difficult to tell as they were wearing something across their mouth, meaning Spyro could only really see their eyes… and ears? Before Spyro could think any further they spoke up in a haste.

“Bashir! The female has gone into shock, we need you!” She almost yelled. Bashir looked at Spyro and then at the funny two-legged dragon before standing and running out the doorway in a haste, just barely managing to yell something “Please stay here purple one!”
The words were funny to Spyro. ‘Purple one.’ Did Bashir not know of purple dragons? Not that Spyro expected him to know his name or anything, but Bashir sounded as if he didn’t even know what a purple dragon was. Not just that, but he didn’t even know of Malefor.

Spyro chose to go lay back down, maybe he was supposed to sleep on the cloud considering it was so soft? That was the thought at least, so Spyro stood back up and turned around to head back over into the little corner behind the curtain; as he wanted to sleep a little, he was exhausted. Something about the place made him tired.

As Spyro reached the cloud and was about to get back up he stopped and thought for a moment. ‘The female,’ that’s what they said. Something clicked for the young Purple Dragon as he thought about what happened before he came to this place.
He had been fighting Malefor, with someone. Cynder. He had been fighting Malefor with Cynder, she had been by his side to the very end, even when everything fell apart Spyro had sacrificed himself, and Cynder had been right there beside him.

Snapping back to reality the realization just hit Spyro like a stone to the face. “Could it be?” he asked himself loudly as he looked to where Bashir had gone. There was a doorway. With shaky legs Spyro started walking once again, this time trying his best to not fall, nor to lose balance.

Walking to the door and opening it, Spyro looks down back for a moment, only to look forward and be met with a big dragon, around the size of Bashir, a little smaller. They were broad, strong most likely. What they were doing here standing in front of the doorway to his room was off but there wasn’t time to ask questions. Looking down at his paws the young purple dragon tried to find the courage to ask the stranger where Bashir went, but nothing really came out of his mouth.

“Sir. Please get back to your room, you need rest.” Someone said from the side, Spyro looked around and saw the source of the voice. Another one of those two-legged dragons. How odd. This one wasn’t wearing something across their mouth so it was easier to understand them. Before either of them could speak screaming could be heard from down the hallway. As quickly as it started it was over again, meaning it was only there for a short period of time, however, Spyro could clearly recognize the voice. It was Cynder.

The small dragon was talking, Spyro could see that, though he couldn’t hear anything, he just thought about Cynder, worried he gathered all his strength and jumped over the small dragon. One smooth jump, which was even a surprise to the Purple one, seeing as he didn’t have much strength as it was.

Looking back Spyro could see the bigger dragon with the small one staring at him, only for a second, as he turned back around, a small smile of triumphant crossed his features as he started to take off running. It was difficult, hard on his legs and paws. It felt like he was being stabbed multiple times every time he moved.

Spyro was so focused on finding wherever Cynder was that he didn’t even realize he ran into someone. Looking back for a moment he showed sympathy for the fallen dragon, who was now on the ground, but that was all he could do for now before continuing down the hallway. He had to find Cynder, he had to.

Running past a doorway, Spyro could see out of the corner of his eyes that Bashir stood inside. Coming to a halt quickly, the dragon slid across the floor, as it was very smooth, almost slippery. Walking with shaky legs to where he had seen Bashir and breathed deeply for a moment before looking up. The sight that met him was horrifying. Eyes welling up as he tried to take in the scene before him. “Cynder…”

What he could see was indeed Cynder. The black dragoness was laying in something that resembled his cloud, though it was hard, almost like stone or metal. But that didn’t matter, what really caught Spyro’s attention was a bright light that shone directly on Cynder, making sure you could see every single feature on her body. One thing that was to be seen was that she was missing her left wing. Spyro wasn’t sure if it was just the lighting, he hoped so, not just that, but the burns on her body was horrific. They covered almost the whole of her left side from her neck to her tail.
Her right wing was held up by a hook why was unknown to Spyro. Two- and four-legged dragons stood around her, making it difficult to make out any more details. They were poking her with different things that Spyro didn’t know about. The whole scene was terrifying. To see Cynder in such a state.

Spyro started to slowly walk in, not sure what to do, he wanted to yell out, tell them to get away from her, to say that they were hurting her. His eyes, however, fell on Bashir, and instead of doing something he would regret Spyro chose to walk over to the older dragon. Clearly, Bashir was in charge here. He was talking to one of the two-legged dragons, the same one who came into their room when they had been talking. All the dragons spoke together, much of it Spyro didn’t understand, but he focused on Bashir as he walked closer. Bashir turned around when he saw Spyro and a worried expression painted his features immediately.

“Purple one, you can’t be here. Please go back to your room.” Bashir whispered as to not be too loud.

“What are you doing to us?” Spyro asked, thinking about what happened to him when he woke up, with the snakes going into his paw, the liquid that had been going into him, the weird feeling he had been feeling all day. Something about this place was just off.

“Please go back to you -” Bashir mumbled but was unable to finish his sentence before anger overtook Spyro.

“What are you doing to Cynder?! You’re hurting her!” he yelled, tears streaming from his eyes, making it difficult for him to even see at this point.

“We are trying to save her, Boy. Now if you please wait outside so these nice dragons can do their work!” Bashir said, raising himself to look even taller than he already was. Spyro didn’t care.

“I don’t believe you! She’s clearly suffering, stop this!” anger kept boiling up in Spyro as he just listened to the other try and reason with him and not doing anything to save her. He didn’t trust Bashir in the first place, but the fact he was just standing there when Cynder was suffering. Why weren’t they giving her a crystal, anything to help her?

“Trust me, boy. We’re doing our very best, now if you’d calm down…” Spyro just watched Bashir in anger as the other spoke those words. Before he could do anything Spyro could feel something sharp on his neck. It was a poking sensation as he looked around he saw the very same dragon who had stopped him at the doorway to his room. He could see Bashir and the dragon talking but no sounds could be heard, and before he could do anything, Spyro collapsed on the floor, before long he was asleep.

It was dark when Spyro woke up again. The room was lid by a small light at the top, kind of like the moon, it was very calming, very faint too. Blinking to get the sleep out of his eyes, Spyro looked around, he quickly realized he was in the same room as he had been in before. The only thing different was that he could see Bashir sleeping on another cloud beside him, this one was laying on the floor. Spyro couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in here, sleeping beside him like this. Was he watching over him? Taking care of him? Worried or scared for Spyro? He wasn’t sure, and Spyro kind of doubted he would ever get to know.

Laying back down and letting the cloud swallow him, Spyro looked at his left paw, the snake was there again. Moving it too much hurt so Spyro didn’t even bother trying to pull it out. Something was off again, this time he was even weaker. Wondering what they were doing to him, he couldn’t help but worry about Cynder. Worrying it was too late for her, it was dark after all, and last he was awake the sun was high in the sky.

Before Spyro could worry any longer Bashir spoke up, he was facing the wall so Spyro wasn’t really sure how he knew he was awake.
“She’s okay, you know,” Bashir said.

“Cynder?”

“If that’s her name, then yes. She’s resting at the moment, regaining her strength.” Bashir answered the young purple dragon. Spyro looked at him and realized Bashir now laid upright, facing the young dragon. It was difficult to see any features of the other, though one thing stood out to Spyro, a light at the side of Bashir’s head shone brightly. Spyro was too tired to ask however, he simply nodded a response.

Spyro looks at Bashir as the bigger dragon lays back down again, facing the wall. One question seems to bug the younger of the two, so Spyro chose to speak up once more.
“Say, Bashir…”

“Yes?” Bashir asks, not even turning to face Spyro.

“Where are we? I have never seen this place before?” Spyro gave up the thought that it might be a dream, a dream could not involve this much. It just couldn’t. Everything was so strange, something that Spyro refused to believe his own imagination could think of.

“I think you’ll find this place a lot more familiar to you than anything,” Bashir said, pulling Spyro from his train of thoughts. Bashir had once more sat up and facing the younger of the two.

“How?” Spyro asks, curiosity getting to him. Nothing about this place was familiar. Everything down to the way the stone looked was off, the sky even looked different in his opinion. More grey.

“You see…” Bashir starts as he looked straight ahead not facing Spyro anymore.

“You’re currently in Warfang.”

Description
Quiet filled the room, it was almost like there was no one inside at all, but there was. Someone was lying there, resting, sleeping. It was none other than The Purple Dragon, Spyro. Wings folded together and close to his body he slept soundly. The ground beneath him was soft, it was almost like he was flying, yet, at the same time deep underground as the ground swallowed him whole, surrounding him.
Blinking awake The Purple Dragon looked straight ahead, everything was blurry for a moment, having to blink a few times before getting his sight back. The young dragon lifted his head slightly up above the soft grounding. It took more power from him than he originally expected, so instead of fighting any further Spyro laid his back down, letting the earth swallow him up once more as he waited for himself to get more strength.

Yawning the young dragon finally found the strength to look up, as if the yawn helped him in some way. There was an almost blinding light to his right and a wall to his left which had a blue color. Spyro couldn’t make out any more from his current position, however, he lifted his head a little further up above the ground. Looking around further Spyro couldn’t help but realize that this was strange. The stone flooring beneath him was smooth, not only that but he was laying on some sort of cloud that was floating above the ground, kept up by wooden pillars. In front of him, Spyro saw that there was another even softer cloud. Spyro couldn’t help but look around in confusion. The walls were smooth as well, just like the floor, though you couldn’t see the stones, it was a smooth wall.

Wanting to get up, something stopped the young Purple Dragon, a sharp pain ran through his left front paw as he moved it. Looking down there was a patch of paper that hid something which looked like a red snake, which went right into his paw. The redness inside the snake was liquid, Spyro could tell by looking at it, but it was contained by something. Spyro didn’t know what it was or what it was doing there, so the young dragon moved his paw slightly, though he flinched in pain at the movement. Tugging on it some more the dragon fell out of bed as the snake left his paw with a small ‘pop.’ It was nasty listening to making the young dragon feel uncomfortable. Just as he was feeling, uncomfortable, Spyro felt weak all the way down to his claws, he could barely even lift himself again.

Laying there on the ground Spyro took the time to look around once more. This ground was hard, just as the ground usually was, but it was a stark contrast to the cloud he had just been sleeping in. Getting a better look at the cloud Spyro couldn’t help but huff a little, it was weird, acted weird, and felt weird. He knew it wasn’t a cloud, but it was the only way the young dragon could describe the item in front of him. It was soft and comfortable to sleep upon, it was just as he imagined a cloud would feel like.
Trying to get back on his paws Spyro rose, the pain in his left front paw had subsided giving him ample opportunity to get back up. To see what was going on, see where he was. Maybe the reason Spyro wasn’t more panicked might have been because he was so tired and weak, everything was strange and out of place, yet, something about it felt familiar, maybe that’s why he felt so calm.

Trembling Spyro fell flat on his stomach, again finding himself on the ground, this time facing the opposite direction than he was before. Facing another wall. It gave him a good chance to look around the room. A faint sound could be heard in the distance, a ringing sound. Spyro wasn’t able to categorize the sound, which made the young dragon freak out a little, not only was the room alien but so was the sounds. The Purple Dragon couldn’t tell if the sound was far away or if it was simply because he was hard of hearing at the moment, both possibilities could very well be.

Spyro got a glimpse of what seemed like an opening to the outside, a window or a doorway. New determination filled the young dragon as he looked at it, he had to find out where he was. Trying to stand once more the trembling continued, it was like someone was shaking him violently preventing him from getting up or if there was an earthquake, that’s what Spyro imagined it would be like. Despite a familiar feeling, Spyro knew he had to leave this place, it wasn’t right, everything seemed blurry, off, almost like a dream. Either he had to wake up or get outside if this was truly a dream he was unsure what it meant. So far it had just been confusion.

Finding footing the young dragon stood still for a moment, spreading his wings and swaying his tail slightly as he stood there, not wanting to fall again. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in here. “I- I…” he paused, it was hard to speak. “I got to…” Spyro added as he started to slowly walk toward the blue wall so he could get to the opening. “Leave” Spyro huffed as he reached the wall, speaking was difficult.

Everything was off, he was weak, his knees were shaking and he was sure he would fall at any given moment, a small gust of wind would blow him right off his paws at this moment. How could he even get out of here? He could barely walk after all, let alone run or fly. Fly was out of the question, his wings felt like they had been stretched for so long that he wasn’t sure something was off. Like he had them stretched out during the night. Folding them felt uncomfortable.

Realizing that the blue wall was a curtain made Spyro realize he could move it out of the way. Raising a paw and grabbing around it, he moved said curtain so he could look out the opening. A bright light shone in his direction at that moment, blinding the young dragon for a moment. Spyro raised a wing to shade himself from said light. Where was he? Letting his eyes adjust he looked out. Eyes growing wide Spyro couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Outside was, how could someone explain it. Towers rose to the skies, almost touching the clouds. Everything had a reflection and shone brightly. It was almost overwhelming to Spyro. Looking straight ahead it was almost impossible to see the sky from just towers, some were bigger than others but they all shared the same brightness. The ground around the towers was pitch black.
Looking down right in front of the building Spyro could see a patch of grass and a small lake, it seemed so out of place in this world. It was overwhelming Spyro didn’t even know where to focus, the bright light blinded him almost. One tower, in particular, stood out to the rest, it was taller than the others, and it was oddly rounded at the top, almost spiraling around itself, and it was rounded, whole the majority of the other towers were square in their shape.
Shaking his head Spyro could feel the fear run through his spine. Where was he? This wasn’t natural. Speechless Spyro examined the view in front of him further, tower after tower, they all stood so tall, why were there so many of them. Lifting a paw Spyro wanted to jump out the window, to take flight and look around some further, but something was blocking him. Whatever was in front of him was stopping him from getting outside, and now that he thought about it; he could see one tree moving, meaning there was wind but he couldn’t feel any. So the barrier in front of him stopped the wind from getting inside as well. It was invisible so he couldn’t even see it in the first place, how strange.

Spyro could hear something from behind him, though he was too focused on what was going on in front of him for him to even care to look back. The sound of someone walking toward him could be heard as the steps got louder and louder. Whoever it was seemed to stop right behind him for a moment, where they hesitating? Spyro didn’t bother looking back.

Out of his right eye, he could see the dragon getting closer as they sat down beside him. The stranger was big, bigger than Terrador. Not just taller but broader as well, this dragon was well built. Spyro could see that they had a spike at the tip of his nose, and two horns right on the cheeks. His horns itself was bent so they were pointing forward. His wings were folded but Spyro would guess his wingspan was big as well. A guy needed big wings in order to carry such a big body after all.

Other than that Spyro didn’t see much, he didn’t bother turning his head, after all, eyes still focusing on the scene before him. “Where am I?” Spyro asked. There was no reply from the other, Spyro could tell the stranger was looking at him, but he didn’t speak, simply observed the younger dragon. Asking again, Spyro finally turned his head as he looked the stranger in the eyes.

This stranger was actually bigger than Spyro had first realized. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was getting an answer, a part of Spyro couldn’t help but feel like this was a trick. Maybe Malefor didn’t die, maybe he was trapped with him. Though Spyro tried to shake that feeling, that couldn’t be. He saw what happened to Malefor, so to think he was still alive was just ludicrous.

The bigger male sighed, as he looked out the window, now refusing to look at Spyro, while Spyro kept looking at the stranger. He wanted answers. That’s the least he could ask for after all. There were so many questions running through his mind after all.

“Trust me if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” the stranger finally said. His voice was deep, like Terradors, the dragon spoke funnily, however. He clearly wasn’t from where Spyro was from. Shaking that aside Spyro finally bit his tongue as he looked at the stranger who just looked out the window, refusing to answer his question. How rude. Letting everything get to him, the fear, the sadness the confusion Spyro couldn’t help but stay quiet any longer.

“Where am I?! Is this another one of Malefor’s tricks?” he almost yelled, though Spyro realized what he had done very quickly. It was unlike him to be like this. Biting his tongue once more Spyro almost hid in his wings, not really wanting to look at the stranger anymore. Something about his calm demeanor pissed Spyro off, Ignitus had always been a calm dragon, a mentor, a guardian, but this guy was different. Spyro could tell he was the secretive type. Spyro wasn’t one to really hate anyone, it wasn’t in his nature, but he didn’t trust the stranger.

“Male-Malefor?” the stranger said, breaking Spyro’s train of thoughts. Looking at the stranger again Spyro could see clear confusion on his face, something about that annoyed Spyro, who didn’t know about Malefor? “Yes” Spyro added, a disapproving look crossed his features. Something the stranger clearly picked up as he finally looked at Spyro again. He remained quiet like he was thinking, other than that Spyro wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, it was difficult reading him.

Looking away the stranger spoke “I don’t know anyone named Malefor.” That sentence alone annoyed the younger dragon. Spyro didn’t believe him. Who didn’t know Malefor, especially after all he had done? Either that or this dragon was speaking the truth and this was indeed a dream. A strange dream, but a dream nonetheless. Just something about the place, in general, felt off. It made Spyro wary, careful of what he should do.

Sighing Spyro gave up. Maybe he could get some answers about the guy at least. Maybe it could answer some of the questions he had about this place. Starting slow and building up.
“Who are you?” Spyro asked. It didn’t take the stranger long to reply. Sitting upright he looked out the window again as he replied.

“My name is Bashir. I am a mercenary for the church.” the Bashir said. Spyro looked at Bashir as he spoke. Bashir huh? It was a strange name, but what was strange to him was the word ‘church.’

“For… the church? What's a church?” Spyro asked without thinking too much about it. It was off, something about it, he even stumbled on the words a bit, trying to pronounce it right. The confusion was written on his face as he waited for Bashir to answer. That moment never came, just as Bashir was about to reply someone came running into the room, a panicked expression on their face, though it was difficult to tell as they were wearing something across their mouth, meaning Spyro could only really see their eyes… and ears? Before Spyro could think any further they spoke up in a haste.

“Bashir! The female has gone into shock, we need you!” She almost yelled. Bashir looked at Spyro and then at the funny two-legged dragon before standing and running out the doorway in a haste, just barely managing to yell something “Please stay here purple one!”
The words were funny to Spyro. ‘Purple one.’ Did Bashir not know of purple dragons? Not that Spyro expected him to know his name or anything, but Bashir sounded as if he didn’t even know what a purple dragon was. Not just that, but he didn’t even know of Malefor.

Spyro chose to go lay back down, maybe he was supposed to sleep on the cloud considering it was so soft? That was the thought at least, so Spyro stood back up and turned around to head back over into the little corner behind the curtain; as he wanted to sleep a little, he was exhausted. Something about the place made him tired.

As Spyro reached the cloud and was about to get back up he stopped and thought for a moment. ‘The female,’ that’s what they said. Something clicked for the young Purple Dragon as he thought about what happened before he came to this place.
He had been fighting Malefor, with someone. Cynder. He had been fighting Malefor with Cynder, she had been by his side to the very end, even when everything fell apart Spyro had sacrificed himself, and Cynder had been right there beside him.

Snapping back to reality the realization just hit Spyro like a stone to the face. “Could it be?” he asked himself loudly as he looked to where Bashir had gone. There was a doorway. With shaky legs Spyro started walking once again, this time trying his best to not fall, nor to lose balance.

Walking to the door and opening it, Spyro looks down back for a moment, only to look forward and be met with a big dragon, around the size of Bashir, a little smaller. They were broad, strong most likely. What they were doing here standing in front of the doorway to his room was off but there wasn’t time to ask questions. Looking down at his paws the young purple dragon tried to find the courage to ask the stranger where Bashir went, but nothing really came out of his mouth.

“Sir. Please get back to your room, you need rest.” Someone said from the side, Spyro looked around and saw the source of the voice. Another one of those two-legged dragons. How odd. This one wasn’t wearing something across their mouth so it was easier to understand them. Before either of them could speak screaming could be heard from down the hallway. As quickly as it started it was over again, meaning it was only there for a short period of time, however, Spyro could clearly recognize the voice. It was Cynder.

The small dragon was talking, Spyro could see that, though he couldn’t hear anything, he just thought about Cynder, worried he gathered all his strength and jumped over the small dragon. One smooth jump, which was even a surprise to the Purple one, seeing as he didn’t have much strength as it was.

Looking back Spyro could see the bigger dragon with the small one staring at him, only for a second, as he turned back around, a small smile of triumphant crossed his features as he started to take off running. It was difficult, hard on his legs and paws. It felt like he was being stabbed multiple times every time he moved.

Spyro was so focused on finding wherever Cynder was that he didn’t even realize he ran into someone. Looking back for a moment he showed sympathy for the fallen dragon, who was now on the ground, but that was all he could do for now before continuing down the hallway. He had to find Cynder, he had to.

Running past a doorway, Spyro could see out of the corner of his eyes that Bashir stood inside. Coming to a halt quickly, the dragon slid across the floor, as it was very smooth, almost slippery. Walking with shaky legs to where he had seen Bashir and breathed deeply for a moment before looking up. The sight that met him was horrifying. Eyes welling up as he tried to take in the scene before him. “Cynder…”

What he could see was indeed Cynder. The black dragoness was laying in something that resembled his cloud, though it was hard, almost like stone or metal. But that didn’t matter, what really caught Spyro’s attention was a bright light that shone directly on Cynder, making sure you could see every single feature on her body. One thing that was to be seen was that she was missing her left wing. Spyro wasn’t sure if it was just the lighting, he hoped so, not just that, but the burns on her body was horrific. They covered almost the whole of her left side from her neck to her tail.
Her right wing was held up by a hook why was unknown to Spyro. Two- and four-legged dragons stood around her, making it difficult to make out any more details. They were poking her with different things that Spyro didn’t know about. The whole scene was terrifying. To see Cynder in such a state.

Spyro started to slowly walk in, not sure what to do, he wanted to yell out, tell them to get away from her, to say that they were hurting her. His eyes, however, fell on Bashir, and instead of doing something he would regret Spyro chose to walk over to the older dragon. Clearly, Bashir was in charge here. He was talking to one of the two-legged dragons, the same one who came into their room when they had been talking. All the dragons spoke together, much of it Spyro didn’t understand, but he focused on Bashir as he walked closer. Bashir turned around when he saw Spyro and a worried expression painted his features immediately.

“Purple one, you can’t be here. Please go back to your room.” Bashir whispered as to not be too loud.

“What are you doing to us?” Spyro asked, thinking about what happened to him when he woke up, with the snakes going into his paw, the liquid that had been going into him, the weird feeling he had been feeling all day. Something about this place was just off.

“Please go back to you -” Bashir mumbled but was unable to finish his sentence before anger overtook Spyro.

“What are you doing to Cynder?! You’re hurting her!” he yelled, tears streaming from his eyes, making it difficult for him to even see at this point.

“We are trying to save her, Boy. Now if you please wait outside so these nice dragons can do their work!” Bashir said, raising himself to look even taller than he already was. Spyro didn’t care.

“I don’t believe you! She’s clearly suffering, stop this!” anger kept boiling up in Spyro as he just listened to the other try and reason with him and not doing anything to save her. He didn’t trust Bashir in the first place, but the fact he was just standing there when Cynder was suffering. Why weren’t they giving her a crystal, anything to help her?

“Trust me, boy. We’re doing our very best, now if you’d calm down…” Spyro just watched Bashir in anger as the other spoke those words. Before he could do anything Spyro could feel something sharp on his neck. It was a poking sensation as he looked around he saw the very same dragon who had stopped him at the doorway to his room. He could see Bashir and the dragon talking but no sounds could be heard, and before he could do anything, Spyro collapsed on the floor, before long he was asleep.

It was dark when Spyro woke up again. The room was lid by a small light at the top, kind of like the moon, it was very calming, very faint too. Blinking to get the sleep out of his eyes, Spyro looked around, he quickly realized he was in the same room as he had been in before. The only thing different was that he could see Bashir sleeping on another cloud beside him, this one was laying on the floor. Spyro couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in here, sleeping beside him like this. Was he watching over him? Taking care of him? Worried or scared for Spyro? He wasn’t sure, and Spyro kind of doubted he would ever get to know.

Laying back down and letting the cloud swallow him, Spyro looked at his left paw, the snake was there again. Moving it too much hurt so Spyro didn’t even bother trying to pull it out. Something was off again, this time he was even weaker. Wondering what they were doing to him, he couldn’t help but worry about Cynder. Worrying it was too late for her, it was dark after all, and last he was awake the sun was high in the sky.

Before Spyro could worry any longer Bashir spoke up, he was facing the wall so Spyro wasn’t really sure how he knew he was awake.
“She’s okay, you know,” Bashir said.

“Cynder?”

“If that’s her name, then yes. She’s resting at the moment, regaining her strength.” Bashir answered the young purple dragon. Spyro looked at him and realized Bashir now laid upright, facing the young dragon. It was difficult to see any features of the other, though one thing stood out to Spyro, a light at the side of Bashir’s head shone brightly. Spyro was too tired to ask however, he simply nodded a response.

Spyro looks at Bashir as the bigger dragon lays back down again, facing the wall. One question seems to bug the younger of the two, so Spyro chose to speak up once more.
“Say, Bashir…”

“Yes?” Bashir asks, not even turning to face Spyro.

“Where are we? I have never seen this place before?” Spyro gave up the thought that it might be a dream, a dream could not involve this much. It just couldn’t. Everything was so strange, something that Spyro refused to believe his own imagination could think of.

“I think you’ll find this place a lot more familiar to you than anything,” Bashir said, pulling Spyro from his train of thoughts. Bashir had once more sat up and facing the younger of the two.

“How?” Spyro asks, curiosity getting to him. Nothing about this place was familiar. Everything down to the way the stone looked was off, the sky even looked different in his opinion. More grey.

“You see…” Bashir starts as he looked straight ahead not facing Spyro anymore.

“You’re currently in Warfang.”