Hey guys, it's MonstaWolf here, with my first fanfic, 'The Darkness Within.' [BEFORE YOU JUDGE, PLEASE CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING.]

1. This was all done with a laggy, outdated, and cracked iPod touch using only Notes and Safari.

2. This is my first fanfic.

3. I'm an 8th grade guy, so I have lots of stuff to do. I did this over spring break. 4. I may or may not be switching to a computer so I can use italics, bold, and underlining.

5. Sorry if this chapter is a stub, they will get longer.

6. I did this in one day.

7. I accept flames, just please make them more helpful than aggressive.

8. For lemon lovers, you're outta luck.

9. I don't have a schedule, but expect one at least once a week. I'm not guaranteeing it though. Kinda busy.

10. PLEASE REVIEW. Tell me about grammar mistakes, anything hard to understand, and your likes and dislikes. I will pm you.

I can't think of anything else to write, so enjoy!

"Is he alive?"

"Yeah, he's stirring."

"I hope he'll be okay." Spyro groaned as he awoke to various voices. Volteer, Terrador, Cyril… and Cynder. "Spyro… can you speak?" Volteer asked, worriedly. Spyro tried to say, "Yeah," but it came out as a cracked, muffled squeak. "He needs water," Volteer instructed to no one in particular, "now." Cynder, being the one who cared for him most, trampled over everyone to get to the little pool of water. She grabbed a stainless-steel cup and filled it halfway, so that there was less of a chance it would spill. She rushed the water over to Volteer, who held it to Spyro's mouth and tipped the glass.

The water felt like heaven. It cleaned the dust, gravel, and everything else as it ran down his throat. Once he was done slowly sipping down the water, he cleared his throat. "Can you spe-" Volteer started, but was cut off by Spyro."Yes, Volteer, I can speak. I just have one question. Why am I like… this…" he trailed off as a string of events flowed from the back of his mind to the front. The war. The defeat of Malefor. The world nearly falling apart. Sparing his only shield for Cynder. Those three words Cynder said. "Spyro, anybody in there? Hello?" His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar, squeaky voice. It's source was…none other than a small, glowing dragonfly! "Sparx! It's good to see ya, buddy!" Spyro grunted a bit as he sat up, but didn't care. Sparx flew over to him and sat on his shoulder. "I thought you were a goner the moment we were seperated," Sparx began, "but it seems that a certain black dragoness-" he gestured toward Cynder, "-kept her promise." Cynder blushed a bit at that.

Spyro tried to get up, but flinched when a paw ran lightly over his shoulder. "You're not going anywhere, not in that condition." The voice was Cynder's. She brought a mirror over to show Spyro what he looked like. When he looked in it, he saw a bloody, bruised, and dirty version of his face. "Well then how am I supposed to get clean? That would feel a lot bet-" he was interrupted when he got a face full of ice-cold water. Luckily, since he was technically an ice dragon, it didn't affect him as much. But that doesn't mean he didn't feel it. Cynder giggled as Spyro sputtered and spit out water. "What was that for?" He muttered. Cynder, still giggling, replied, "That was to answer your question." Spyro, believe it or not, yawned. A few hours later, Spyro was asleep. The day was still at bright daylight, so the others were still awake. Cynder was sitting by Spyro, observing his sleeping patterens. Nothing suspicious or strange. She began to go into a deep trance just staring at Spyro, until Volteer walked in and snapped her out of it. "Nothing seems to be going on with him, I wonder if it even will effect him." She reported.

"Oh, it will, sometime or another. I'm sure of that." Volteer replied nonchalantly.

"Should I tell him when he wakes?"

"If you want to give the poor guy a heart attack, then yes."

"Fine, I wont tell him." Cynder and Volteer walked out of the room, to let the purple dragon rest.

Spyro was walking around a very dimly lit cave. The only light sources was the occasional fire. He walked for what seemed forever, until finally a somewhat familiar voice struck his eardrums. "You think you may have killed me, but that was only one of the thousands of puny bodies I have possessed. The Dark Master shall live on and on and on… and you're next." The voice was as deep and raspy as an audible voice could be. Every time it spoke. The ground shifted under his feet. Spyro opened his mouth to speak, but he started choking. He choked more and more, as dark grey mist began to surround him. Wait. The black mist was what he was choking on. He choked and coughed up blood and it just wouldn't stop. "You're mine." The voice said.

Spyro woke, screaming, eyes wide in terror. Cynder and the guardians all rushed in. "Spyro!" Cynder shouted. "What's wrong!? Are you okay!?" There was a hint of missing emotion in her tone, but Spyro couldn't detect it. He was too terrified to think. He could only focus his mind on one thing, and that was Cynder's question.

"I honestly don't know if I'm okay anymore."

So, what did you guys think? Like the cliffhanger? Btw, tell me if you like the whole 'mystery' thing, so I know in the future. Please R&R for more! MonstaWolf out!