Spyro and Cynder walked side by side as they passed by the streets, receiving all the attention as they passed. They passed by several other stands, and in the way, they saw some of the games that had alredy been set into preparation for the festivities.

There were games of throwing rings, trying to make them land right into the horns of small statues of dragons. There were games of throwing darts into targets, and also some games of throwing balls at bottles, to make them fall. There were these and many others, from which there were prizes to who was able to do so.

Of course, Spyro and Cynder knew that some of these games were actually scans, with little to no chance of winning. Still, there were a lot of people who played these games, and the authorities seemed not to mind this, so the stands were left alone. Spyro and Cynder were even invited by the owners of the banks to try their luck in the games, but both dragons were far too smart to fall for it, so they simply walked past them and continued on their way.

As they walked, Spyro and Cynder saw a little more interesting things, like a few posters which were placed around the place, indicating some contests that were going to be held into the festivities. There was a dancing contest, which was going to be for the best dancer with a prize of precious gems. There was also a cooking contest, to test the abilities of cooking of the people with another generous prize in gems.

Cynder and Spyro also saw a poster that was depicting the main attraction of the festivities that year: a great group of travelling unicorn magicians. They were called "The Fantastic Five", and the poster said that they had abilities that "would make anyone faint in a state of pure awe", as it was written in there.

Of course, unicorns were known for having the biggest ability with magic of the world, some said that they surpassed even the magical abilities of dragons. Well, it was sure that they had more flexibility with magic than the dragons, who could only wield it into elemental form, and they used it as easily as they used out their own four paws, and they showed great skill. Well, at least that could say of the unicorns that Spyro and Cynder had met during their lives, and they had already met quite a few. Anyway, these unicorns looked as if they were really famous, and Spyro and Cynder themselves had already heard a little about them, but they never had the chance of seeing a presentation of them. Well, maybe it was their chance.

"So, what do you say, lets check it out?" Cynder offered, nudging Spyro slightly, and the purple dragon said, "Yeah, if they are as good as they say, than I guess it will be great." And they both laughed a little about this, and soon, they were still walking, seeing around the place. They passed by a big place that seemed to be a "hall of fame", in which had the pictures that Cynder had saw earlier, as if it was a tour at the past of the young dragons and into all of their adventures. The price to enter and walk in it was quite high, but the two dragons had no doubt that there was going to have at least one person who was going to pay to go in there.

They passed by this, and they continued walking. It was only a few minutes later that they had heard a voice calling at them. "GUYS!"

Both dragons turned around at the familiar voice, and saw a small, buzzing, flying dot of golden light flying in their direction. This was one was more than familiar to both of them.

"Sparx!" Said Spyro, happy for seeing his adoptive brother in there. The dragonfly came closer, and he was smiling at the two, and happy for seeing both of them again. Nowadays Sparx lived in the swamp, along with the rest of Spyro's adoptive family, and he had, believe it or not, started his own family! Sparx now had a wife back home and three young dragonflies for his children.

"So how are the children?" asked Cynder to the young dragonfly, with who she had been in better terms for quite a long time now, since their return. Sparx smiled at her, and he said, "Well, Hillana is watching these three little pests and I managed to sneak out before she could push them into me. What? Like I was going to lose all the free food that they give to the brother of the purple dragon!" He finished after the looks that Spyro and Cynder had gave him.

Many would expect this kind of thing to make Sparx develop more responsibility, and to make him turn more mature. However, it was not the case of that dragonfly, as Spyro and Cynder had realized too soon that it was not in Sparx nature to change so much. Even if now he had a family, and that he clearly was still going to be that same goofball that they both had came to know very well. They both were even able to chuckle a little at Sparx's still childish ways. The fact was that it was always nice to see him, it was always good to have him around to make them laugh a little.

And that was what Sparx always did, making them smile and making them laugh of the things as Sparx was always making joke out of mostly anything. He was exactly what they needed to clean their minds form the troubles and from all their worries that still lurked in their minds, as they kept walking, talking about all kinds of things as they walked but, mostly they were hearing to Sparx talking about the life as a married guy and a father.

"Man, people who say that being father is wonderful most haven't tried it." Sparx said to the two dragons, with a slightly smirk on his face. "Babies are small, they are loud and they don't give you a second of rest. You need to keep an eye on them all the time, change them, feed them and you barely have time to have fun anymore!"

The two dragons smiled as they shred a look, it was only Sparx being Sparx. "Oh, come one, Sparx." Said Spyro to his adoptive brother, "We know that you love being a father."

Sparx smiled at him, and he said, "Yeah, you are right. I love these little, loud, slimy little guys." He was smiling as he said that, and he really meant it, as he continued. "I mean, they get on my nerves but they are just so cute, and they make me feel special. Also, I'm their hero! Man, they really think I'm awesome! This is one of the few advantages of being a father, otherwise it would be only changing diapers and feeding."

The two dragons laughed at sparx, and the dragonfly flew near them, as he spoke, "Still, I wish I had more time to do the things I like. I mean, I can't go around anytime I want, and I need to have someone keeping an eye on them all the time, and also, I have to think about their future and be careful with what I say when I'm near them because, you know, there are somethings that you shouldn't say near a kid."

The two dragons nodded, and Sparx continued, "Also, since they came Hillana has been on my tail ore than ever! Man, having kids is hard! That's why I say that if someone wants to have kids you need to think VERY well, because once you do it, there is no turning back!" He sounded overly dramatic as he said it, and Spyro and Cynder could not avoid but smile at the way Sparx talked, as he made it seem that being a father was both terrible and great. As he spoke, Cynder had a curious look in her face, and after a while, she smiled as she said, "Hey, I have one thing to do now."

"Huh?" Both dragon and dragonfly looked at the dragoness, as she only said, "I just remembered that I got to met someone now, and I might take a while. You boys will stay well while I'm gone?" She asked them, as if they were both kids who were gonna be left alone. Well, she knew Spyro and she knew that he was mature and that he was not going to get himself in any trouble, Sparx however, was another story, and she didn't doubted that the dragonfly could probably not only get himself in trouble but also somehow drag Spyro along with him.

Both boys shared a look, and Spyro asked, "Where are you going?"

Cynder smiled at him, and she said, "I have an appointment now and I really need to go."

"It is about these dizziness you have been feeling lately?" Asked Spyro, and Sparx looked at him, "Dizziness?"

"Yeah, kind of." Cynder said, as she smiled at Spyro, and the purple dragon said, "Are you going to see the doctor again?" And Cynder nodded at him, and Sparx asked, "Hey, what doctor?"

"Are you sure you are okay?" The purple dragon asked, completely ignoring Sparx, and Cynder smiled at him, "I'll be fine, okay, I just need to check it out. I'll be back later on, okay?" She asked, and she nuzzled him, and this made Spyro smile, as he wished her good luck and soon, Cynder was flapping her wings and flying away, leaving Spyro behind, along with Sparx, who was looking at her go away, and then he looked at his purple brother, before saying, "Should I use my invisibility to the good or for my selfish purposes?"

Spyro finally gave him attention, and he said, "Sorry."

"So, will you please explain me what was that about?" Asked the dragonfly, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and Spyro finally smiled at him, and he started explaining.

"Lately Cynder has got some strange feelings in her." Spyro explained, and Sparx looked at him as he asked "Feelings... like what?"

"Well, she has been feeling dizziness from time to time, and she sometimes also feels sick and she starts to puke fro time to time. Sometimes it happens suddenly." He explained to the young dragonfly, who nodded slowly at it.

"I see... Something else?" Sparx asked to the purple dragon, giving the impression that he knew exactly what it was about, as if he was a medic already. Spyro would have said that he understood nothing about dragon medicine, but he decided not too, and so, he simply continued to tell the dragonfly.

"Also, sometimes she gets hungry a lot, and she eats a lot, and sometimes she eats a lot only to puke it back out, and also, she lately have been wanting to eat strange things..." Spyro cringed a little as he remembered the things that Cynder had said that she wanted to eat, all of them made Spyro feel dizzy.

Sparx nodded as he asked, "How long has it been?"

"Around two weeks now." Spyro asked, as he looked at the dragonfly, who seemed like he really knew what it was about. "Do you know what it is?"

Sparx took a few moments into seemingly knowledge, but he said, "No, sorry." Spyro sighed, shaking his head as he should already expect that. "Still, it all sounds me familiar." Sparx added as he flew near Spyro's head, and he said, "I just don't remember from where..."

Spyro laughed a little, as he didn't knew what to say about his dragonfly friend, who had this thing of making people all over him and then going with one of these to make them laugh. Sparx had always been a comedy, since Spyro could remember, and not even the years that had passed were able to change that.

"Well, I guess I'm going to remember right before I get to sleep." Sparx said, shrugging it off as he flew near Spyro, and he said, "Well, lets get to see one of these new snacks they are selling! I'm starved!"

Soon he and Sparx were both walking in direction to a few places that were selling snacks, and Sparx, of course, chosen a good amount of them for himself. It was surprisingly how much Sparx could eat being so small, still, he ate in proportion to his size, which was actually not very much.

It was lucky that Spyro was around, because Sparx had not a single gem or coin with himself to pay for the food he was eating, and Spyro needed to ask people to give it for free. Having the purple dragon, savior of the world, as your brother, was advantageous, as people were willing to give things to you for free, like food and you could eat all you could without having to worry on currency.

Sparx ate a good amount before he was actually satisfied. Finally, the two could keep on going, with Sparx floating a little slower due to the extra weight he had gained in the past minutes. Spyro ws still getting amazed at how much and how quick Sparx could eat, it was almost as if he didn't even chewed the food before eating what, Spyro remembered himself, was actually possible.

"Where do you put so much food, Sparx?" Spyro asked at his little friend, as the dragonfly let out a burp and he patted his belly as he sighed, "I dunno, maybe is the stress? Yeah, because if you try to raise three kids with a mate that at one moment wants to hug you and the other eat your head is not exactly a sea of flowers."

Spyro laughed at it, and Sparx continued, "Yeah, but I guess it is worth it, because have my family. After all, a man without a family is not a man."

Sparx didn't knew it, but he had just said the wrong thing. This had just brought Spyro back to the subject that he had discussed earlier on with Cynder. The subject of his true family, and the fact of them not being there with him. Spyro looked down, and he was saddened, but Sparx didn't noticed it.

"Yeah, because you always heard what dad said, right? 'Nothing is more important than family. It make you whole and gives your life a purpose and a meaning.' Yeah, basically you are no one if you don't have your own family... Spyro?" Sparx said, suddenly noticing that Spyro had suddenly became down and blues.

The purple dragon looked down at the street that he stepped on as he sighed. After a few moments, he said, "I'm... going back home." And he turned around the leave, looking bloom, and he continued, "If Cynder asks, just tell her that I'll be in our home."

And with that said, Spyro flapped his wings and got up from he ground, flying away, as Sparx called behind him, "Hey, wait! Was it something I said?" The poor dragonfly really didn't had a clue.

Spyro barely minded, he just wanted to get home.


After a while of flying, punctued by other people pointing, cheering and waving at him, trying to get his attention, Spyro finally landed into the roof of his house, and walked inside. His feet were almost dragging into the ground, as he was now feeling somewhat worse than he usually did that time of the year.

He sighed, as he headed back to the main bedroom, a big one with a big, circular bed in it, in which he and Cynder usually slept together. Spyro walked to it, and he barely gave any attention to the decoration, that they had most likely done especially for him and Cynder, and he simply walked to the bed, covered into purple mantresses, and he laid on to of it, barely even minding that it was still in the middle of the day, and it probably had not even hit the midday mark, as he simply didn't wanted to be wake up anymore.

Spyro let out a big sigh as all that Sparx had said echoed into is head, about the thing of being nothing if you don't have a family. Yes, he had his adoptive family, and he was always going to have them, as well as Sparx, his adoptive brother, and he also knew that he would always have Cynder by his side, no matter what would happen, but still...

He didn't had his true family.

He just didn't needed them.

He had Ignitus. He had the fire guardian, who was like a father to him. However, Spyro had lost him long ago. He still had nightmares with that night.

Now, Spyro was feeling alone. Even though he had all his friends and loved ones with him, he still felt like he was alone. He still felt like a important part of him was just not there, and that made him feel terrible. He just felt lost and that he was incomplete. He felt like there was something else that was supposed to be in there but wasn't.

Spyro could not shake away this feeling, no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he repeated to himself over and over again that he was not alone and that he had a lot of people around who cared for him. He would still think back to he family that he never had and who was not there for him. The family who was taken from him, probably before he was even hatched. A family who most likely loved him and who probably would have made him very, very happy, and who would have been happy for having him around too. A family that he was, most likely, never going to known in his life, all because of a war that started many years before he was even conceived.

As Spyro laid in the bed, and as he slowly drifted out to a slumber induced by sadness, he could simply not help but think that, even with all of them by his side, it was like he would always be alone.

Alone...

As Spyro drifted to a deep slumber, and he started to snore softly, he failed to notice a single figure sneaking into his room, enveloped into shadows, its shining eyes focused into the purple dragon, as it was holding something in its hand.


"IGNITUS! NO!" Spyro cried out in horror as he looked at the flames. He could no longer see the fire guardian, neither could he hear his voice making any sound. However, he knew that he was in there, that he was in the middle of the fire, that he was never going to get out of there.

Spyro felt the despair creeping in his heart, crushing him from the insides, and making all his hope disappear, as the only family that he had was vanishing in front of his eyes. He still could not accept. It could not be. Ignitus could not be gone. HE COULD NOT BE GONE!

But... he was... The truth was sinking in heavily into Spyro, as the despair was becoming unbearable, and he could only curl up and start to sob, as he was now left alone.

This time, there was no one around to comfort him. No one to come to him and tell him that it was okay. No one there to help him or to give him support of any kind. He was alone. He was all alone, and it made things even worse.

He had no one...

"Young dragon." Said a voice, as Spyro looked up, and he had a shocked look in his face, as he saw the flames ahead of him splitting, to reveal what he recognized as the silhouette of a very familiar dragon in front of him.

"I-I-Ignitus?" Spyro asked, his voice shaken, his vision still blurred by the tears that he had been crying, however the sihlouette was clear as day, as Spyro could easily make out all that there was to be made out of the of the image of the fire dragon, though it was still enveloped in flames, and it was cloaked from his plain sight.

Spyro could barely even describe what he was feeling, he wanted to run to him. To jump in him and to hug him. He barely even minded the flames, he just wanted to rush to his direction and finally meet with him again.

The dragon in the flames, however, turned around and started to leave. Spyro did not understood this, as the dragon was walking away, and Spyro said, "No! Wait!" And he ran after him into the hallway of flames that was formed.

As he ran, he saw paths opening into the fire, showing crossroads, and many paths that he could follow. He could easily spot the figure across the flames. Still, at the times he would lose the figure from sight, his unmistakable voice would come to call fro him, telling him: "This way." "Young dragon" "This way."

It was Ignitus voice, he was calling for him. Spyro only knew that. He knew that he should follow, he barely needed a good reason. He just wanted to get near him and to see him again. But, if he was calling for Spyro to some to him, then why he was running away? Why was he escaping him as if it was some kind of game? What was this all? What was the meaning?

But Spyro barely minded these questions, for he was only caring about reaching Ignitus, in reaching the person who was so important to him. He wanted to be with him again and see his face again, even if it was only a last time.

He ran after him for what seemed to be forever, until he finally reached him. Ignitus was still enveloped into a cloak of flames, his features still h8ideen, but his shape was unmistakable. "Ignitus!" Spyro said, running to him, and standing away form him a few feet, unable to get closer due to the hotness of the flames, but still, getting as close as he could.

"Spyro." The dragon said, his voice sounding distant, as if he was speaking to the younger dragon from the bottom of a cave.

"Yeah?" Spyro said, barely holding back his tears as he looked at the silhouette of the fire dragon, wanting now just to jump at him and nuzzle him.

"Spyro, listen to me." Said the dragon in the flames. "You have grown so much." Spyro felt his heart soar as he could sense the pride with which the fire guardian said these words. "You have passed by so much, and now, you can live in peace. That is why it pains me to give you something to worry about in a time like that. However, it is needed."

Spyro didn't understood, he just gave Ignitus a puzzled look as he could not see his face through the cloak of fire, but he was pretty sure that the fire guardian himself could see him pretty well.

"Spyro, there is a new journey ahead of you. A Journey that has danger, and a Journey that might be challenging to you." Ignitus continued to speak, from behind his veil of flames "You will face challenges and trials along the way, and you will need to be strong for when you reach the end of it."

"W-what?" Said Spyro, looking at the dragon behind the fire, "W-what journey? For what? What are you talking about?"

"It is a journey to find what has been taken form you long ago." The fire dragon continued, and he said, "To find the ones who are so dear to you."

Spyro looked at him with a blank expression. Could it be... no... He... He could not be talking about... He could not really mean it... Or could he?

Ignitus finally said, "Young dragon, you will now be set into a quest to find your true parents." He just said it like that, and before Spyro could say anything about it, or ask any other question, the figure vanished, and Spyro was left alone.

"Wha- Wait!" Spyro said, looking around at all the sides, trying to pin-point Ignitus again, to ask him what he meant, and to ask for more information. However, he didn't saw the silhouette of the big dragon again, instead, he only saw the flames around him, forming a clearing around himself.

"Ignitus! Come back! What do you mean!?" He called out, expecting to see the fire dragon finally come out of the flames around and tell him everything.

Instead, he saw something else.

He looked over, and he could make out not one, but two shapes into the fire. These figures, though he could not make out their shape or who they really were, he could definitely tell that none of them was Ignitus.

One of them was slender and was more delicate in shapes, actually, it was feminine. Whoever it was, was actually a dragoness, and she looked at him, along with the other figure. This other one was a male, being big and muscled, even more than Ignitus. This figure was big and somewhat threatening. However, it didn't gave the feeling of fear, instead, he somehow gave him a feeling of security.

In fact, Spyro was sure that these two figures were strange to him, and he had no idea who they were. Still, they gave him a feeling. It was, a good feeling. A feeling of security, of familiarity.

It was as if he knew them...

However, before he could think Spyro felt himself being pulled away, as if something was pulling him back.


Spyro gasped as he raised his head suddenly, breathing heavily as he looked around his room, the two figures that he had just saw in his dream still in his mind, just like every single detail of the place he was before, and all he had heard, seen and felt in there. It was vivid. Maybe too vivid to have been just a dream.

Spyro breathed heavily, as he moved his leg, and in that moment, he saw something in his paw, it was a single scroll, folded and left in there, resting in his foreleg. Spyro blinked as he looked at it, and suddenly, he had a sudden feeling like he was not alone in his room.

Darting his eyes up, he quickly scanned the room, and for a moment, he caught a single glimpse of who was in there, and it was not Cynder. It was not even a dragon. This figure was bipedal, and was all dressed up into black. It had a big cloak that covered it from head to toe and didn't gave space to see the body of the creature, and even its head was enveloped into black cloth, that covered everything except for the eyes, and Spyro knew that because the figure turned to look at him.

For a moment, Spyro felt himself being pierced by these blue eyes, so deep that he could get lost in them and so powerful that Spyro had a feeling that they could pierce him and reach to the bottom of his very own soul.

However, it all lasted only for a few moments, because in that moment, Spyro blinked, and just like that, the figure was not there anymore. Spyro looked around, searching for the figure, but it was no longer there.

He could not seem it anywhere, nor he could heard it or get it's scent, it was almoet as it had completely vanished. Almost as it has never even been in there. But Spyro knew that it was in there, and he knew that he had seen... whatever it was, and that it had been in there. And it has left something for him.

Looking at the scroll that laid folded into his leg, Spyro stared at it for several moments, wondering what that meant, and what was the purpose of all of it. His mind was in a fuzz and he felt hazed by all that had happened, still, somehow he was still able to make a sense, to make a head and a tail out of it all.

Reaching out, Spyro reached for the scroll, and he gently picked it up. At first sight, it seemed rather normal.

Spyro could not avoid thinking: who would invade his house to leave it to him.

He and Cynder were known for being the more powerful dragons alive, and years after the defeat of Malefor they were still being powerful. People knew better than not to get in their bad side, and this included invading their house without being invited. People knew that there was easier ways of getting hurt, and they avoided this kind of thing, unless they had suicide tendencies.

Still, there were people around who were brave, crazy or stupid enough to make something like that, what would somehow grant you a problem. Still, it was amazing that someone had chosen to break in exactly in their house, and exactly when Spyro was in there. That someone had purposely approached him as he slept and left something for him under the possibility of the purple dragon waking up, seeing it, and getting it straight in the act and possibly reacting with violence. Spyro himself was not violent, but if he caught a stranger in his house, specially after waking up suddenly like that, he would probably act out of instinct.

Still, someone seemed to have went through all that risk and all that trouble to deliver him a scroll.

Why?

Why getting into so much only to deliver him that?

Wasn't it easier to sent it by the mail?

Why take so much effort simply to put that straight into his lap, literally?

Was it important? Was it some kind of message?

Well, Spyro knew that he wanted to find out why someone would have so much trouble.

So, he unfolded the scroll, after all, a simply piece of paper could not hold danger, right?

Once unfolded, Spyro started to read it.

His eyes widened after he got into the third paragraph, and he had to read it seven more times to be completelly sure that he had read it right.

After this, he continued to read, his eyes widening more into each line he read, and soon, he felt his hands shaking slightly as he read the last lines.

After that, he simply dropped the scroll, which fell to his bed. His paws, however, still were in the same position, as if he was still holding the scroll, and his gaze was still into the same place that the scroll once was, seeming to be lost. Spyro ws still trying to collect his thoughts into what he had just read from the scroll.

Was it true?

What he just read was true?

Or was it some kind of prank? If it was, it was of very poor taste!

However, he recalled back at his dream, at all that had happened. At the figure that went through all the work to get it straight into his paws. Spyro finally lowered his paws, breathing slightly as he simply stood sitting over his bed...


Back outside, Sparx was laying over a pile of straw, snoring softly as he was resting after a good meal.

The Dragonfly was moving slightly as he slept, and he was mumbling something in his sleep.

"Zzzzz... hungry..." He mumbled as he turned his body, one moment laying on his side and on the other laying on his back or over his chest, with his wings up and buzzing slightly. "Zzzzz... nausea... zzzz... strange food..."

He said to himself as he moved, and at one moment, when he was laying at his back, with his arms sprawled to his sides, his eyes suddenly snapped open and he got up almost in a jump, gasping.

For a moment, he just stood there, sitting, with his eyes widen and looking at the void, as he finally said. "I remembered." And after a few moments he said, "Oh... My... God..."

And soon after, he was buzzing away, crying out. "Spyro! SpyroSpyroSpyroSpyroSpyroSpyro!" He cried out like mad as he flew past a lot of people around, not minding that he was going to look crazy to anyone who saw him along the way. He had to find Spyro.

"Spyroooooooo!" He cried out, almost wailing as he went on, looking to all sides as his mind suddenly had went blank with the realization that had came to him during his sleep. He had to find Spyro now, he had to tell him.

Though he didn't found Spyro, he found someone else, and he only did because someone found her before he did.

"Look! It's Cynder!" Someone said, and Sparx quickly looked up to see the familiar form of the black dragoness flying above.

"Cynder!" Sparx cried out, as he flew right to her. Not to ask her if she saw Spyro, but because it had directly to deal with her, and he wanted to confirm with her if it was what he was thinking or not.

"Cynder! CynderCynderCynderCynderCynderCynder!" Sparx cried as he flew next to her. She looked at him, and she was smiling. It was not a wicked smile, like it used to be when she was the Terror of the Skies. Actually, this smile was very nice, and happy. Cynder seemed to be happy. Actually, more than just happy, she seemed to be vibrant.

"Oh! Hi Sparx, who are you doing?" She asked him into a very happy tune, which only added weight to Sparx's suspects.

"Cynder! Idonthavetimeineedtoaskyounowifyouareheavierbecauseofspyro!" He said, trampling one word with the other as he tried to put it out. Cynder looked at him for a moment, as both of them were flying, with the people below pointing at Cynder was waving at her, and said a simple "What?"

Sparx took a moment to breathe, and he repeated the word. "Cynder, you are... you are..." He tried to say, and after, he gestured over his belly, making a semi-circular movement at it, as if to show a bloated belly.

Cynder stared at him, and she said, "Am I gaining weight?" She said, rubbing her own mid-section, and Sparx slapped his own face as he suddenly groaned.

"Grrr! And they say I am slow!" And he turned back to Cynder "I want to know if you are expecting!" He blurted it out, and only Cynder could hear him.

Cynder looked at him, as she finally realized what he was trying to ask, and she had to say that, she was rather surprised for Sparx having got it. She smiled at him, and she said. "You want to know if I'm pregnant, don't you?"

Sparx looked at her, silently pleading for an answer. She was smiling, and she said, "Yes, Sparx, I am pregnant." She had a very happy smile as she said it, and she continued. "I was already suspecting and I went to the doctor a few times to confirm it. He just told me that it is for sure." She said, as she rubbed her own belly, where there was something growing in the inside. "I'm going to be mother."

"Oh. My. Gawd!" Sparx said, as it only confirmed the sudden suspicion he had. He knew that he had heard about all the symptoms before! He had seen they all on his wife right after she told him about that she was heavy with eggs! Well, at least by what he remembered, he was pretty sure that he had passed out five times as she told him before the new finally sank in.

Man! How could he forget about that!? Spyro was going to be a father, and he was going to be uncle! Man, these are the kinds of things that you need to know, so you will be able to tell to your brother!

"This is... wow... I mean, you two are... wow... And, this also mean that you two will... wow..." He said, unable to even find the right words to describe what was going to happen next. Cynder could only chuckle at him. She was very happy.

After all, she was going to have her own children, and she was having a family now. Many people would become really happy with this news, even if they were sudden. Cynder herself had wanted kids for a while now. Since one year ago, actually, and she often imagined how it would be to have children.

Now she finally had it, and they were great news. She knew that it was a big step, but she felt like she was ready for it. She was ready to take on this new phase of her life and to start tis new adventure with Spyro by her side. After all, he was the father of these children, and she was sure that he might be a little scared at the prospect of being a father, but she was sure that he was going to love the idea, just like her.

Sparx seemed to still trying to coup with the idea, as he seemed to be still trying to finish off the phrases, but failing in them. However, at one moment, he brought the important subject ahead. "Does Spyro already know?"

"No." Cynder said to him, smiling, "Unless that now he can read minds from distance. I just came out from the doctor."

"Oh..." Sparx said, remaining silence for a few moments, before saying. "How do you think he is going to react? I mean, suddenly hearing from your wife that she is going to give birth can shake a man, believe me, I know it full well."

Cynder chuckled, and she said, "Yeah, I guess he is going to be surprised, but I'm sure that he will love to be a father."

"Well, if you say so..." And there was another brief silence, before he said again. "So, you already decided for a name?" He asked, and Cynder smiled, "Well, I guess I'll have to decide this with Spyro. But I think I already have a few ideas for names for them."

"Them?" Sparx asked, and Cynder smiled to him, and she said, "According to the doctor, they are going to be five eggs."

Sparx almost dropped as he heard it, barely being able to keep himself up as he take these news.

"Five?" Sparx asked, shaken, and Cynder only smiled back. Wow, these two are up for a hard time in the future. That was all that Sparx was able to think as he flew side by side with Cynder. He had three and he already had a lot of troubles, he was just wondering how these two were going to deal with five young dragons running back and forth around the house. They were most likely going to need to reform the house, or find a bigger one. Well, it was not going to be trouble, after all, they both had some cash in them.

During this, Sparx managed to talk to her a little. "Yeah, this explain the nausea and the cravings. Well, lucky thing you didn't had the mood swings just like Hillana had, man, there were times that it seemed that she was ready to rip out my heart and eat it."

"Who said I didn't?" Asked Cynder, looking at Sparx, and the dragonfly looked back at her, and she only smiled. "Believe me, I had a hard time keeping it on check."

"Oh..." Was all that Sparx was able to say, and he wondered just how Spyro didn't noticed it. Well, Cynder probably had a lot of self control. He knew that Spyro would have noticed if she was more aggressive than normal. Unless that her normal self was usually very aggressive...

Sparx had no time to say more, as Cynder said, "I'm going now to tell Spyro." She seemed very happy, and a little excited as she said it. "I bet it will make him feel very happy."

"I bet he will freak out." Sparx said, and soon, they both were flying over, to reach the house.

They quickly landed in the roof that was the balcony of the house in which Spyro and Cynder lived, and as soon as they walked inside, someone came to greet them. "Good afternoon, miss Cynder."

The one who had greeted them was a bulky and muscled tiger. He had white fur with black stripes, and his eyes were deep-blue, just like the sky in the middle of the summer. He was wearing a blue outfit with shirt and pants, and his naked paws touched the ground. This one was one of Spyro and Cynder's employers. His name was... well, the didn't really knew, but everybody called him Paw. Yeah, it was not very creative, but it was how he liked being called, and everybody had already got used to call him that.

He was a worker, and he was known for making houses and other objects with his won bare hands. He was strong and was very efficient in his work, that was why he was the kind of guy you usually didn't messed with if you were not wanting to have a broken arm, or leg, or neck. He was also the kind of person you would search for if you needed anything done or fixed around the place. He was very good at what he did.

The reason he was in there was because he worked in there. For a few years now, a long while, actually, he had been worked for Cynder and Spyro, and they didn't needed to ask him to work for them. He was one of these people who were willing to do things for Spyro and Cynder due to admiration that they had for them, and for what they did. Spyro and Cynder didn't felt comfortable with someone doing everything for them, but they ended up accepting, and they at least offered a good payment to him in trade for all his hard work he did in there, fixing things and also fabricating things for them. Paw was a very dedicated worker.

It was very good to have him around, though sometimes he was very formal, even after all the years that had passed together, as if he was really like a servant. This made both Spyro and Cynder uncomfortable.

"Oh, hi Paw." Cynder said to him, and the tiger bowed his head slightly in respect, and she said, "Huhh, have you seen Spyro? I need to talk with him about a... particular matter." Cynder didn't felt very much comfortable talking with Paw about the fact of she and Spyro becoming parents. Though she knew that he was going to be among the first ones to find out, after all, he was so close to them and spent so much time working in their house (actually, Cynder already planned to hire him for making the reforms in the house and build the room for the kids), she wanted to tell Spyro before anyone else, now that she was completely sure about it.

Paw looked up at her, and he said, "In fact, I have seen Mister Spyro a while ago. He went to his room earlier. I was just arriving to work when he passed in direction to his room, he seemed to be very sad."

This got Cynder worried, "He was sad?" She asked, the worry clear in her voice, and Sparx said "Oh, yeah. Well, I'm not sure about it, but I think that I may have said to him the wrong thing after you left us alone."

Cynder shot him a glare, however, she was more worried with Spyro's emotional state to worry into giving a lesson to the dragonfly that would teach him to keep his little motor-mouth shut.

"He is still in there?"

"Actually, no." Said Paw, "He got out of the room about half an hour ago, and he seemed to be very nervous about something. At least that was what it seemed. He left flying by the balcony and he hadn't returned until now. I even tried to ask him, but he only said that it was something that he had to do."

Cynder now looked really worried. "He didn't said where he was going to?"

"No, actually, he barely talked to me." Paw said, "Whatever he planned to do, he seemed to be in a real hurry."

"He barely even waited for me to get the food!" Said another voice, and the eyes turned to another tiger. This one was a female. She was of a toasted orange with black stripes, with amber colored eyes, and she was wearing a red colored dress with an apron over her body. Her name was Claw... Okay, it was another nickname, this one also without much imagination, but she liked being called like that, even because of her own request to other people, and that was how she introduced herself, she even claimed that it was really her name, though some people don't actually believed that.

She was also another one who worked for Spyro and Cynder. She, much like Paw, admired them very much, enough to have to work at them almost at full time. She only accepted the payment because, otherwise, Spyro and Cynder would feel very uncomfortable with it. She worked cooking for them, for she was a very skilled chef, and her cooking was famous among Warfang, in fact, some people actually asked for invitations to go to Spyro and Cynder's house for a dinner only to have the chance of tasting Claw's delicious cooking.

"When he said he had to go somewhere to do something I tried to offer him some of my food for the trip, but he was so hurried that he barely even heard me. When I blinked he was already setting flight from the balcony." She said, "I'm kinda worried about him."

And she was not the only one, by all that Cynder had heard, it seemed that Spyro had suddenly woke up and decided to do something all of sudden, as if he had suddenly remembered something very important that he had to do. After talking to Paw and Claw a little more, she knew that Spyro stayed inside his own room for less than half an hour before he woke up and he had to go.

Curious, and in search for a clue of where Spyro could have gone and why, Cynder entered into the room, and she looked around. The bed was messed, as Spyro had left the mantresses somewhat screwed in his rush to get out. It was clear that Spyro had been in the bed, probably sleeping, before he got out of there.

Looking around the room, searching for something that could give her a hint of what he was searching and why, she heard Sparx say. "Hey, what is that?"

Cynder's eyes turned to him, as well as Paw and Claw's who had both entered the room to help Cynder to search, even if both of them didn't felt comfortable spying on Spyro as he was out (because that was the sensation that they had as they helped Cynder to look). They all approached, and they saw what Sparx had saw: a scroll, left in the ground and forgotten in there.

"Spyro received mail?" Cynder asked, and both tigers shrugged, signaling that neither of them had any idea of what was that. Curious, Cynder picked up the scroll left in the ground, and she unfolded it, and she started to read aloud at what it said.

Spyro.

I know that you live happily with your mate, and I'm sorry to have to deliver you this message, but it has already passed too much time, and the time has finally come.

Your true parents are alive.

They are being held prisoner into the place known as the Death Valley, at the borders of the Dragon Realms. They have been in there for a long time, and finally it has come the time when there is a chance of them being freed.

However, you must hurry, for the time runs short and this chance might slip away forever.

Be careful with your path, for you will find challenges and trials along the way, for the one who imprisoned your parents wanted to make sure that they would never be freed again.

They are waiting for you, and they both love you.

You must leave now, for time stops for no one. Now go.

Cynder stopped reading, looking perplexed, and she looked at the other three creatures in the room, all with very much the same look as her in their faces. And they all had very much the same thought as her in their minds.

What the heck is this?