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it's soo cool

That was good. I am very confused right now I will say though. However, I am guessing you intended that.

Sorry I'm a bit new at this, my spacing and editing is... well... at a minimum. *sighs*

I did not mean to give a negetive comment. The way the story was written made it seem like there was alot of mystery, causing my confusion.

No, lol it's all right. I understand the begining is a bit confusing and the next chapter or two will maybe sort out a bit of that. I hope *crosses fingers* And I don't mind negative comments even if they're down right mean they'll help you learn to think more about the reader than the writer. ^_^

plz meke a nother chapter...plz!

That was very nice.

~I'm not sure when I'll have the next installment so I added three today... I'm going to be really busy this coming week with the 4th and Warp Tour.
*sighs contently* please enjoy and if you don't let me know (^.=.^)
(Oh I'm not sure it's the exact words so I'm sorry if none of you catch the Deja Vu)~

Episode 3- Dragon Deja Vu

Walking quietly through the town, Spyro headed for the temple, surely one of the Elders would be awake. Head down, he walked lost in thought, re-seeing the dream like a movie. The walk seemed to take much longer than usual, he glanced up and realized he had wandered of the Temple path onto a smaller dirt path, he looked back at the ever glowing temple and decided a relaxing walk would probably help clear his head and allow him to focus.

Heard a stream in the distance the Purple Dragon headed in its direction, he remembered when he was younger and unable swim it had made life a bit more difficult, still after learning to swim, he didn’t love it as much as flying.

He found a cool patch of sand and sat down, looking into the stream, Spyro watched a fish swim by and then dipped his paw into the water. The water was cool and relaxing, he watched the ripple blur his image… After a few seconds in the water he jerked his paw out. The once cool water was boiling hot, but the water looked calm and friendly. After a few minutes of confusion he hesitantly dipped his paw in the water, it was ice cold, ‘odd’ he thought. The water seemed to get colder, and slowly Spyros shadow cast by an ever-bright moon began bending and twisting. It stilled into a black orb around Spyro’s paw, which he slowly withdrew.

“I’m going crazy” shaking his head as if to clear it. He looked down at the shadow oval, within the blackness two pale orbs began forming, not orbs, eyes. Blank, unseeing yet all-seeing, Her eyes, the dragoness from the dream!

Spyro couldn’t seem to look away “Sssssspyro” her voice beckoned. The eyes became purple, then as if punctured the purple liquid spread into the black and both colors faded to the clear stream. Both gone without a trace.

A sense of urgency overcame Spyro, he immediately knew he shouldn’t have wandered out here instead of going to the Temple. Without hesitation he began to run as fast as he could toward the Temple, but right now running wasn’t fast enough, with a great leap he bounded skyward. He locked his eyes on the door of the Temple, as he barreled toward the door he realized not only the outer torches were lit, the entire temple was alive and busy. Dragon’s and Dragoness’s were wandering around the waters and through the garden the entire place was humming with chatter. “Too Odd” Spyro muttered not slowing as he flew through the door.

Landing quietly even though he hadn’t slowed, Spyro bellowed, “Ignitus!” no one acknowledged him. Spyro needed the Elders this was important! He set his feet and let out a deafening roar! Many Dragons stopped and bowed to Spyro, he nodded and asked a familiar Green dragoness where the Elders were.

She looked nervous as she spoke “They are locked away for solitude in the Bell tower, none are allowed.”

“Thank you,” Spyro said flatly, he turned around, raised his wings, and took off as fast as he could.

He flew higher and faster than he would’ve thought possible, not paying attention to his surroundings he didn’t see the rather large bronze dragon until in collided with him.

“The Elders have requested Privacy to muse” he said solemnly as he forced Spyro downward.

“Oak, you thickheaded brute! Let Me Go!” Spyro had never liked his particular Dragon.

Oak just chuckled.

Spyro growled then folded his wings and fell out of Oaks grasp, then dodged him and began ascending. Oak sank his claws into Spyro’s calve and began climbing up him, digging his claws deep into Spyro’s flesh. Spyro let out a roar and used his tail to bludgeon Oak into losing his grip. A powerful head shot did the trick and Oak fell a few feet before flying up next to Spyro.

“I’ll kill you Dragon!” yelled Oak.

Oak dove for Spyro’s neck, Spyro dodged only to see the perfect opening. His maw snaked forward and his razor sharp teeth sank into Oaks neck perfectly, directly under the jaw where the scales are thinnest. Blood began drizzling onto Spyro in disgust he released the oaf and watched Oak begin his descent to the Temple Waters. He heard a few startled screams from below change to cries of horror.

To Spyro death was not new, but killing the innocent was not needed.
Before he could open the door it swung open and Volteer ran into Spyro sending him backward, “Volteer?” Spyro said in confusion.

“Uh, Spyro my dear Boy, Dragon… Um, Whatever are you doing here, in this place, on the Bell Tower…”

“I’m looking for you Elders, I--” Volteer cut him off.

“Well you see Spyro your not supposed to be here, forbidden, denied access, ban-“

“Volteer! Hold your tongue! This is about my Daughter and Cynder!”

Ignitus stepped out of the doorway, flanked by Terrador and Cyril “No Volteer let him in” Ignitus looks downward his wise and gentle voice solemn, “he needs to know.”

~Please excuse Spelling and Grammar Errors I do my own editing. Sorry it's so long and I hope you enjoyed this

Umm...Why did Spyro just murder another dragon? It seems so sudden and out of nowhere.

^I don't want to be negative I like this story so far,but I have to agree with Tibs,I also want to know why the other dragon attacked Spyro,and why Spyro wasnt allowed in the bell tower he should have seniority over most other dragons.

It's coming, I was just to tired to write anymore tonight. Thanks for the comments

Sorry guys I lied, I am going to write more tonight. Your comments make me want to write more and try to tie up loose ends. ^_^ motivation!

Chapter 4- Translucent Prophecy

“Ignitus what are you talking about?” Spyro asked warily.

“Come with us Spyro” Terrador said gently as they turned back into the Bell Tower. Cyril shot a glance a Volteer before following the other Elders into the dark passage into the Tower.

As they walked everyone listened to the insistent hum of Volteer, no tune in particular just a need to hear himself. They finally reached a large set of doors; the Elders took their places on four platforms and said “allow us entry.” The door opened on command, the room had no windows, no other exits as far as Spyro could tell.

“Ignitus what is it?” Spyro asked impatiently, the Elders were making him fidget with nervous worry.

“Spyro we have locked ourselves up here for a reason, what reason do you think that would be?” asked Cyril.

“I would know if you guys would let me in” Spyro said flatly.

“You were specifically told not to be allowed in.” Spyro looked up in shock.

“Why is that?” he asked, hurt that they hadn’t wanted him here.

Ignitus answered “We have a new prophecy, we thought telling you of it would speed up its happening…”

Spyro blinked “A new prophecy? About what?”

“Your family,” Said Terrador.

“But--!” Spyro began Ignitus interrupted.

“Spyro, you need to see it before you do anything.” With that the elders lead him to a large book with millions of pages “This is where every prophecy is kept, yours is here” he turns back the pages and shows a picture of a small purple egg, before he can read it the page is turned forward the picture at the top is of blank white eyes.

“Those are hers!” Spyro breathed

The elders glance at each other, Volteer chatters “It’s already started, begun, happening, in progress….”

Spyro ignores him and begins to read…



Spyro looks up confused “I don’t understand any of this” he states very plainly.

Volteer shakes his head “it’s all vague still at the same time clear, transparent, lucid….”

“We’ve been locked up here trying to decipher it” says Cyril solemnly.

Ignitus looks at Spyro “We do understand some of it… it’s talking about your Will Spyro, Will Power that is” he paused and looked at the page. “Where have you seen these eyes?” he asked.

“I…” Spyro remembered why he’d come here originally with a shock. He quickly told the story of the dream, his walk, and the occurance at the stream “You see the eyes! I saw then in the water!” Spyro was fidgeting uncomfortably; the Elders hadn’t said anything, not even Volteer.

“It’s the eyes,” piped Cyril “her eyes are the control. But whose mind?”

“Isn’t that obvious, apparent, noticeable…!?” Volteer whispered feverently, “It’s Spyro’s he KILLED another DRAGON!!!”

Spyro remember how knee-jerk his reaction had been to kill Oak, the thought has seemed so normal at the time, now it made him feel vile and sick. Terradon spoke quietly “Spyro killing is a crime, even for you were attacked first.”

Spyro looked up at him and spoke with as much strength as he could “Put me where I can’t hurt anyone, chain me up so that last body will never fall.”

Ignitus takes a deep breath, “Elders we must stop this Prophecy, or protect those we can whilst fulfilling it.”

The others bowed their head solemnly “As an Elder” they murmured.

Turning back to Spyro Ignitus began, “I’m sorry Spyro this prophecy is wildly translucent and who knows where it will lead. We’ve only been given words to stop it not what it will bring. Will you do as I say?”

“I have followed the Elders all my life” Spyro replied.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to take your advice,” Ignitus frowned deeply, “You will be kept here, in the Tower.”

Terrador grabbed the prophecy book nodded to Spyro, and left. Volteer didn’t speak instead he looked at Ignitus and shook his head. Cyril’s eyes seemed far too sad for his normally icy glare as he slowly left the room.

“Cynder and Harletta will be staying in the Temple where, if you do manage to get free, we can stop you from doing anything… irrational.” With that Ignitus left leaving Spyro with no chance of escape…

‘Escape?’ Spyro thought ‘odd choice of words. I want to be in here, to keep everyone safe’

Spyro laid down to sleep for the night, and as he drifted into his haze of black he faintly heard that hiss...

“Ssssssssspyro….”

I'm sorry if this makes no sense, i can't keep a straight thought due to bad nights of sleep, haha! Well you guys know what to do ;D comment help me get the swing of this. Hope, I'm learning! *fingers crossed*

That was a good chapter. However I still think Spyro just killing the Dragon named Oat out of nowhere was just to sudden and random, despite the fact you did try to explain it in the following chapter. Beyond that this fan fiction has alot of potential.

Edit: The prophecy poem was also very nice!

Again thank you so much for your help with this ^_^ I really do appreciate it.
And I'm glad you liked the poem that's really what I normally do, stories are a bit... well much for me lol... which is why i started writing here.

That was pretty good,it needs a little bit of work but I think this will be a great story.

Episode 5- Inside Their Minds…

Mini-sode 1- Ignitus

Ignitus flew up to the Tower in the morning, troubled by the events of the previous night. He shook his head ‘Spyro’ he thought sadly, it seemed like the Purple dragon wound never live in peace. Thought the room Spyro was being kept in had appeared not to have any other doors it, of course, did. Ignitus let himself into Spyro’s keep through a small door hidden in the walls mosaic of rocks.

The first thing the old Dragon noticed was Spyro still asleep on the floor, one wing covering himself and a rather odd amount of floor beside him. Ignitus smiled ‘where Cynder would be’ the mused the thought brightening his rather dismal mood. Finally pulling his eyes away from Spyro he surveyed the room, seeing what he had not noticed before. All five of the doors uncovered, the four hidden doors had been marked by a heavy beating with its own element. He turned and faced his door, opened with fire magic, was charred and clawed, luckily the door had held firm…

He didn’t bother looking at the large door, instead Ignitus turned, without awakening the Purple Dragon that he had seen as a son for a great many years, and left the room.

>>>

Ignitus sat on the ledge of the Bell Tower entrance, pondering his next action. Eventually his thoughts quieted and left him to watch the busy town. ‘A town of Dragons unaware of events to come, most of them younger than even Spyro,’ Ignitus thought frowning.

It was easy to tell when Cynder left the house during the day, her black coat gleamed ominously among the other dragons and she normally stopped those around her just by her presence. Today though, they didn’t just stop and glance, they moved to the sides of the street and gawked. The Elders wanted to inform the town of serious times without causing too much alarm. Ignitus hadn’t been part of making the decision he’d been off brooding over the Spyro’s prophecy, so when a bright blue Dragon lead Cynder out of the house and up into the Temple all he could do was watch. ‘An Elder escort, fantastic’ Ignitus thought sarcastically. He saw the city seem to change from its busy, daily life to a gossip. Dragons flitting from place to place, filling the city of the news.

>>>

Mini-sode 2- Cynder

“Cynder?” called a familiar voice.

“I’m in here,” she said flatly. She wasn’t a large far of Cyril.

“Oh there you are, sleeping on the floor, sure why not” he said flicking his
tail impatiently. “Did you know the sun is almost too its zenith? And you’re still sleeping.”

Cynder stood up, “Is there a reason you’re here Cyril?” she asked hiding none of her annoyance.

“As a matter of fact” he gave a rather stuck up look in her direction “there IS a reason. And it deals with your husband.”

Cynder didn’t so much as move.

“We’re keeping him in the Bell Tower for you and your daughter’s safety; likewise, we are taking you two and giving you a room in the Temple. Today.” Cyril never lose his smug look but Cynder couldn’t help but notice it was a bit off.

“Cyril... What’s going on?” Cynder asked hesitantly.

“The Elders and I will explain later, for now gather your Egg and a few items to take with you.”

"But!"Cynder started to say but Cyril turned abruptly and began walking for the door.

“Sir, Yes sir” she Muttered as she turned to Harletta.

“I heard that!” called Cyril from down the hall.

“Good!” she shouted back, then mumbled, “Crazy old dragon, his brain is probably frostbitten. Wouldn’t that explain everything…” and with that she took the egg and headed down the hall.

END

Well I'm in a rather playful mood as you can tell by the last bit of dialogue, but it couldn't be helped. Well all I can really say is... Woohoo chapter 5... Well you know what to do, help me out, point me in the right direction, i love all of it and it gives me something to work for. I'm not really sure where this story is going, I just know the basics and the prophecy, so I'll keep my fingers crossed and hope I don't disappoint my two or three readers, hehe! ^_^ Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.

That was a good chapter. I like the mystery you put into the story probably the most.

Well guys I'm slowly but surely working on chapter 6, no clue when it'll be up though. As soon as i woke up with morning I started cleaning and today is just going to be action pacted... hopefully I'll have it posted Sunday evening or Monday morning...

Okay guys in case you were curious how Cynder is carrying Harletta, the egg, (I started wondering so I'm just clarifying) it's a like a pouch lik natives would carry their children but it hangs around the neck like a necklace no across their back.

Episode 6- Cryptic Claws
Spyro became conscious with startling speed, he didn’t move to give himself away to what or whomever had awakened him. He listened for the slightest breath or movement. After a few painstaking minutes he leapt to his feet ready for a fight, only to find the room empty.

‘How odd’ Spyro thought. ‘No, not odd… creepy is a better word’ he later amended. He walked around to the doors, the one closest was ice, he touched the surface it was layered in ice. He strolled to the door opened by the electricity element; he could practically feel the volts of power running through it still. He didn’t bother looking at the other doors, instead the large unhidden main door caught his eyes, it was clawed, not just the top layer, it was been dug into so far it was a surprise who ever had did it hadn’t managed to escape.

To Spyro the claw work seemed very deliberate, as if each scratch was meant to be there. Every indent had a specific purpose like it was artwork. Walking closer Spyro felt his jaw drop in horror, it was art. When looked at from an upward angle it showed himself, wings open, fire billowing from his maw upward toward what to him looked like a small dragon. He stumbled back away from the picture and slowly it became a maze of scratches.

Becoming restless Spyro paced for a long while, tail twitching randomly, his eyes would catch one of the five doors and he would instinctively turn away. ‘No’ he thought stubbornly, ‘I couldn’t have done any of this! I’ve been sleeping!’

A cold laugh filled the air around him and he froze ‘Yesssss, Sssssspyro deny what you know is the truth.’ He spun around looking for the Dragoness that has been haunting his dreams.

The room was empty.

Spyro let out a menacing growl “Who are you?” he demanded.
Another laugh sent shivers down Spyro’s spine, ‘I’m your destiny Ssssspyro, I have all the answers you seek, but you must find me. Follow the path I have shown you… Do so willingly.’

Spyro turned toward one of the doors and began walking the sudden;y realizing what he had done dug his claws into the flooring, “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” he shouted.

‘But you want me here,’ the voice replied innocently, ‘I’m the only one who truly knowssss what you want.’

Spyro’s head sank, “I know,” he mumbled.

‘Ssssspyro I need you here, ssssso I can help your Daughter’ the voice cooed.

“I know, I have to get her to you. It’s my only option” Spyro’s legs felt weak, “She can’t stay here.”

With an almost tangible smile in her voice the Dragoness replied ‘Do you remember why that is?’

“She will destroy us” Spyro’s voice was emotionless and he turned towards the closest door, fire, and unleashed a hellish blaze unto it.

‘Harletta will destroy the Dragonsssss, Sssssspyro’ the voice said reminding him. But his daughters name was like cold water…

“NO!” he screamed, shaking his head violently Spyro threw himself away from the door, “You know nothing! GET OUT OF MY MIND!”

She cackled ‘For now…’

Not even a hand full of heart beats later the Grand door opened, Spyro leapt back to the opposite side of the room, Could he be trusted?
Ignitus walked in flanked by Terrador, Spyro’s heart stopped as Cynder followed not far behind carrying Harletta.

Cynder smiled and began to walk toward Spyro, “Cynder, no” Spyro whispered barely loud enough for her to hear. She didn’t stop her approach but her features turned worried.

“Spyro?” she asked, he backed up against the wall.

“I’m not safe Cynder” he closed his eyes and concentrated on blocking anything unwanted from his mind. He only heard Cynder’s breathing and the door closing them all in the room.

Terrador and Ignitus made sounds of shock somewhere in the back of his mind Spyro realized the maybe, just maybe the small dragon in the claw work may be his own daughter…

“Cynder look” Ignitus said quietly.


END OF 6

Thanks for reading, this wasn't my Episode 6 I had originally planned but this one seems to fit better so... I hope you like it. Really I'm to tired and sore [Extreme Red Rover with a bunch of my friends (actually super fun)] to proof my work very well so I'm sorry about all my errors.
WELLLL... comment and tell me what you think, (^.=.^)

That was really good,this book has been really entertaining.

I think that is realy good! There is alot of mystery involved and I think you are writing it out perfectly.

Thanks guys ^_^
... oh and I noticed I had forgotten to name my episode... so, well, now it's named.

Episode 7- Memeory Slip

Spyro listened, his eyes still tightly closed. Cynder was moving away from him, ‘The egg’ his mind seemed to hiss ‘she is taking The Egg from me.’ He shoved the thought from his mind and, for safety purposes, locked his stance, ‘Leave me’ he chanted wishing away the voice.

“Spyro,” Ignitus’s voice seemed miles away, “Spyro, relax your body. Cynder is gone, it’s only Terrador and me.”

“I can’t” Spyro hissed through his teeth, “I’m not safe.”

“Spyro, you won’t hurt us, we trust you,” Ignitus calmly and quietly talked Spyro out of his worry.

Spyro relaxed slightly and his muscles seemed to cry out with relief, “Ignitus what do I do? I’ve seen what I’ve done to the doors but I can’t remember doing it. I'm not Safe”

“Terrador would you give Spyro and me a moment please?” Ignitus asked calmly, Spyro hadn’t yet opened his eyes but he heard a door close.

After a moment of silence Spyro opened his eyes, spots flew in front of them for a moment after having them clamped shut for so long, “Ignitus you can’t let me get out.”

“Spyro, I know there are things you aren’t telling me, very important things.” Ignitus shook his head, “Or maybe you can’t tell me…?”

Spyro thought about what Ignitus had said, “Here,” he said, “I’ll tell you everything that has happened…”

Spyro began telling his story, pacing as he did so. He began back at the first nightmare, the stream, killing Oak like a ruthless murderer, falling asleep, all the past events. He spoke quietly and without emotion, until he began talking about his telepathic conversation from earlier.

“I thought she was in the room” Spyro began, “her voice was as clear as day, then I realized it was all in my mind. That icy sorceress was in my very mind.” Spyro’s shudder seemed like an earthquake.

Ignitus waited before asking “Spyro, what did she tell you?”

Spyro opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. “I’m not sure.” Spyro finally replied.

“What do you mean?” asked Ignitus, “Spyro this is very important, no matter what you said we can’t hold against you, she’s trying to control you.”

Spyro concentrated on remembering, “Ignitus I can’t remember, all I can recall is thinking ‘I need out’ and ‘I must find her’.”

Ignitus shook his head in dismay, “Still Spyro, we can’t keep you in here much longer; your damage on the doors is surprisingly effective. Another heavy beating or two would set you free. Our only option is to get this Sorceress under control... and quickly”

“How?” Spyro growled in exasperation, “I can’t remember anything that could possibly help us!”

“You remembered your dream, we just need to find a way to block her from your mind…” Ignitus and Spyro thought for a moment before looking at each other.

“Volteer” They said together.

END OF 7

Well here you go Episode 7, hope you like it, I had slight writers block but I think it turned out well. No Chapter tomorrow, I'm off to Warp Tour, I'll try to have one typed up and posted either another today or the latest should be Wednesday.. i hope. Well comment please ^_^

Good chapter, I like what your doing so far.

Episode 8- An Electric Idea

Spyro felt rather uncomfortable with Volteer staring him down, ‘Now, Spyro tell me again, why do you need to be very careful with this amulet, medallion…?’

Spyro sighed ‘Because it’s Electricity and releases certain doses of shockwaves to help keep my thoughts MY thoughts.’

"Correct, how accurate, very right… Oh, um, and please remember water and electricity don’t get along… at all, there enemies, foes, rivals…”

“Volteer!”

He chuckled “So sorry.”

“So do I need to take off the Amulet when I’m in the water?” Asked Spyro, glancing at Ignitus.

“Really just the amulet can’t be wet, your body can be just not where it drips on the amulet.” Volteer, continued to talk about the history of Water and Electricity, while Spyro tuned him out and day dreamed with unreal clarity…

>>> Minisode- Gone with the Wind

Spyro opened his eyes to the lush field he had been traveling over for days, He was calling for someone but his voice was muffled beyond comprehension. He looked around the field feeling the wind whip around his body, who ever he was looking for was nowhere in sight. He looked around, grass, flat land and grass, there were no landmarks for miles upon miles. He had been wandering, lost, for the past few nights…

The wind was speaking to him but his dream self wouldn’t listen…


With extreme frustration he opened his wings to fly, not noticing the wind’s ferocity. The wind immediately grabbed him and threw him into the air, tossing him ruthlessly. Eventually Spyro landed on the ground, hard enough to break a wing and possibly a rib or two.

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!” he roared before blackness over took him…

END OF EIGHT.

Sorry it's taken so long, Yesterday I was at Warp Tour (amazing and everlasting concert) also our AC is broken so I won't be on much due to the fact our house seems to be working like an oven... and outside is much cooler. Well comment and tell me what you think ^_^ thanks for reading!

I like it!

This is a very good story so far
Keep it up

Episode Nine- Benedict Arnold

“Spyro?” Volteer waved his tail in front of the purple dragon’s glazed eyes… “Spyro?” Volteer looked at Ignitus for help.

“Spyro!” Ignitus shouted.

No answer.

Ignitus looked around then swiftly whipped his tail, knocking Spyro right in the back of the head.

“OW!” Spyro yelps struggling to keep from falling forward.

“Thank you Ignitus,” Volteer tried not to laugh.

“What was that for?” Spyro glared at Ignitus.

Ignitus smiled tightly, “You where day dreaming, deeply day dreaming at that.”

Spyro blinked, “No I wasn’t.”

Volteer’s smile wavered, “What was the last thing I said?”

“That the Electricity and Water elements had fought together in a great battle against a rival clan millions of years ago…” Spyro looked at them in confusion, they returned the stare. “Isn’t that right?” Spyro asked uncertain now.

“Yes,” Ignitus frowned, “impeccably correct”

“Then what’s wrong?” Spyro asked.

Neither dragon answered, instead Volteer held out the Amulet to Spyro. Spyro took it and carefully put it on, “You two are acting very odd today…” Spyro mumbled as he fixed the necklace in place.

“Oh, no Spyro,” Ignitus said with a creepy air, “We aren’t the one’s acting…”

Spyro glanced uneasily at the Amulet around his neck, its faint glowing and pulsating making the topaz gem look alive. The chain was thin but still remarkably strong, qualities Volteer had demonstrated for him earlier.
A sudden thought crossed purple dragons mind, “She can’t get in my mind now, so can I go see Cynder and the baby?”

Volteer’s smile returned “Of course! Without doubt! Absolutely!”

Spyro grinned like a hatchling and left Volteer spitting out synonyms, and Ignitus to listen to him blather on. He had no difficulty at all finding Cynder; he knew she liked to pretend people treated her as an equal instead of a heroin. Still he knew she did so with caution, careful not to tip the balance of favorites or possibilities.

He headed out to the garden, trying to go unseen when a green dragoness slipped out from the bushes not too far away, “Spyro,” she whispered motioning for him.

Spyro looked around, then without reason followed her. She lead him back farther away from the temple to the barrier between the forest and the Garden, She turned around and looked at him with dark amber eyes, “I know,” she said quietly.

Spyro again looked around feeling like he was being watched, ‘What do you know?” he demanded.

She looked him in the eyes, her eyes showing more age than fifty elders, “They are going to kill me, Spyro, because I know.”

“What do you know?” this time Spyro felt that urgent need, it was twisting inside him trying to get free.

She leaned closer to him, “I know your prophecy, I know how it ends,” she whispered.

“Tell Me!” Spyro became frantic his urgency growing magnificently, “I need to know, I can’t let it come true!”

She smiled, “I’m afraid I can’t tell you, we’ve been discovered.”

Spyro looked back to see armor covered Dragons charging toward them, “There’s the Spy!” one shouted.

Spyro looked back, “Please! I must Know!”

She cackled, “All in due time Dragon, for now, keep that Amulet around your neck.” She closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sky. Wings open she look as if she would take flight but instead she appeared to sink downward into the earth, leaving no trace that she’d been there.

Spyro looked back at the Dragon brigade, they all had stopped to watch what happened, finally one stepped forward, “You allowed her to escape, Spyro you betrayed us? And yourself?”

Spyro looked at them, “I did what?” he blinked.

Another Dragon stepped up, his scales gleamed orange in the light but his eyes were as blue as the evening sky. “She stole information about the prophecy, and whatever the elders have been up to… Ignitus is furious, Volteer is off the wall, Cyril is as bitter as ever and Terrador is on red alert, it’s a mess!”

“And you let her escape!” snarled a deep blue Dragoness, “Traitor!”

Soon an terrible argument broke out, insults and venom fulled remarks showered the band of warriors trying to answer one question; Was Spyro a Traitor?

“What is this?” asked a Large Green Dragon that seemed to appear out of thin air.

The entire group shifted, “Nothing, Terrador, Sir.”

End Of Nine

Oh we have a new reader ^_^ excellent! Well hope you all enjoy this, sorry I'm adding so late and so much, it seems like life is speeding up and I can find enought hours in the day -.-* OH well! Thanks for reading everyone! ^.=.^

Very good chapter. I hope for more soon.

Guys I'm really sorry I haven't wrote more, >.=.< roar parents....

Never even dislike your parents! You owe them more then you could ever repay, we all do. Though I hope you can write more soon, I realy enjoy your fan fic.

This is still a cool fan fic,and good point Tibs.

Very good chapter
Well detailed

Sorry I haven't been writing.... I have chicken pox... which, might I add, is just ridiculous. I should have plenty of time writing now... quarintined (ms?) in my room.

Do you all know why I HATE stories? That "To Be Continued part"... I WANT MORE!!!
NOW!
NOW!
NOW!
NOW!
Other than that, I LOVE STORIES!!!