Chapter two-Truths revealed

Spyro and Hunter were lying on the ground by riverbank, staring up at the stars. The pitch-black night sky was speckled with tiny white dots, and over and over again some flew through the sky. Occasionally Spyro would make a wish, and it was always the same: to see Cynder again and soon. He closed his eyes and wished with all his heart. Hunter laughed to himself as he saw Spyro do this, and put both his arms behind his head to lie on them.

"Beautiful night sky. Eh, Spyro?" Hunter asked and looked toward Spyro.

"Yeah…. beautiful." Spyro said with dreamy eyes. Hunter laughed again because he knew that Spyro was not talking about the sky. He had other thoughts going on in his head.

"So… I've learned a little something. Congratulations on the baby Spyro." Spyro snapped back into reality, and looked over to Hunter.

"How did you know about that?" Spyro asked him with a sense of insecurity.

"It's spreading throughout the land. The purple dragon having a baby. It is sure to be extraordinary. I bet the whole land will come to see it."

"The WHOLE land?" Spyro asked putting extra emphasis on 'whole'.

"Yeah. It is the biggest thing since… well… forever. No purple dragon has every reproduced." Spyro exhaled some nervousness, and looked back up to the stars.

"Ha. Don't worry Spyro. I'm sure you'll make a great father." Spyros' eyes lit up, his brain conjuring a thought.

"Hey Hunter?" Spyro asked turning his head to him.

"Yes?" Hunter replied turning to him. Spyro resisted asking the question, but came to the conclusion of just asking.

"Who… who is my father? Hunter wiped the smile of his face and looked away.

"What? Is there something wrong, Hunter?" Hunter took a breath and looked toward Spyro again, sitting up.

"Your… your father?" Hunter took a long ragged breath, and Spyro nodded his head a yes.

"Your father was a… true warrior."

"Well, I would hope so." Spyro laughed out loud.

"But… it's more than that. He was close to Ignitus."

"He was? We're they friends?" Spyro scooched closer to him. He had questions that needed answers.

"No," Spyro gave him a blank expression, "have you ever heard the quote, 'keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer', well… he was kept closer. A lot closer than evil Cynder." Spyro took a minute to absorb the information.

"My father… was Ignitus' enemy?" Spyro gave Hunter a bad look.

"His worst enemy. Your fathers' name was Aryll the defiler. The dark master's brother." Spyros' face lit up with distraught, and fear. His father was Malefor's brother. Malefor was his… uncle?

"I can't believe this. Malefor is my uncle? How come I was never told of this Hunter?" Hunter got up to walk toward the river more. Spyro got up on all fours and followed him, awaiting a responce.

"I was told not to tell you. Ignitus made me promise... I am truly sorry Spyro." Spyro could not think straight. He didn't know what to believe anymore.

"I don't expect you to trust me anymore... but I would hope you would listen. Come, if you would like to hear your fathers' legacy." 'Legacy', a word that Spyro thought did not suit one bit, not even a little, but he walked over to Hunter to hear anyway. He needed to know what had happened to his father to make him this way.

"Your father, was an astonishing dragon. He trained the four gaurdians to where they are now, but Ignitus was his favorite. Ignitus was differant, he had more potential. Which is why, when the time came, he was made the leader of the gaurdians. The supreme gaurdian. Ignitus and the others could keep the world in check by themselves. Or... so they thought.

The world, for millenia, had been peaceful. People only died due to old age, or sickness. That is where Malefor comes in. Malefor, Aryll's brother, wanted more than to just be a lacky to his brother. He knew, that since he was a purple dragon, he could so much morethan follow the leader to victory and death. He knew that he could one day lead an army, to conquer every city and village in Avalar. He took a handfull of his best dragons, and their was an revolted against the king, your father.

A titanic battle took place, that lasted for five years. Malefor's soldiers were brought down, but Malefor was determined, headstrong on destroying your father, so he used his magical arts to take control of Aryll's mind. With Aryll at his side, he could not be stopped. Aryll, your father, was a killing machine. He could single-handedly destroy cities, level forests, tame the sea! He was a true monster, the bane of our existance. But Ignitus knew that he had a shread of sanity in his mind, so he fought your father in combat, and struck him down. He,instead of being killed, was sent to the realm of the forgotton souls, to suffer an eternity of madness.

Before, he left, he and his dragoness gave birth to a small purple egg. His dragoness gave it to Ignitus for safe keeping, and also a small black egg. This did not belong to her, but it was found in the destrucion of the dragon temple twenty-two years ago. After that, Malefor learned of the purple dragon, you, and sent the apes to destroy the eggs. And that... is where your story began." Spyro took an uneasy breath. There was so much that had happened before him, so much has changed.

"What of my mother? What happened to her? Who was she?"

"I am not certain young dragon. After she delivered the eggs, she disappeared. Some say she was, driven to madness with grief of her mate gone and son never knowing his mother and father. That possably had killed her Spyro. Love is a powerful thing, but like a dimming light, it can soon run out." Spyro walked closer to the river slowly with his head hanging down. He looked into the river to see a reflection that was not his own. One half of him was blurry and not easy to make out, and the other was a black dragon with red eyes just peering out of the river back at him. Spyro blinked and turned to Hunter,

"Does Cynder know? Does she know of this story?" Hunter nodded his head a yes,

"But that does not make it safe. Even though Malefor is gone, his minions are always looking for you and Cynder. The appearance of a new baby, purple dragon, is all but un-appealing to Malefor, and your father's tainted figure. Some day your father will return to this world, and you will have to face him. That day could be tomorrow, three months from now, hell, it could three years from now, but you will have to be prepared and right now, you are not ready." Spyro looked back to his misshapen reflection, and vowed from that point on to fin his missing half, and to fix the half that is broken. He then walked away and lied down tto sleep, while Hunter played a soft song on some reeds he pulled out of the water, as the wind blew gently through the valley that night.