Everyone at the circus is putting up tents as we see a creature in another tent. It's a dragon with dark purple scales, magenta wings, a magenta underbelly, six white horns, a white knife at the tip of her tail, and she has metal bracers on her front legs and neck. She's Cynder and she's practicing walking on the tightrope. "Mesdames and messieurs, kindly direct your attention high above as the stupendous Cynder is about to perform her daring high-wire act without a net." Cynder says. She almost loses her balance but catches herself.

"And the crowd goes wild!" She says imitating a cheering crowd. "A hush comes over the crowd as Cynder begins her graceful trek." Cynder says but she loses her balance and she runs to the end clutching a pole, panting. "Cynder catches her breath, having nearly plummeted to her death. And the crowd bursts into applause! As they scream for more! Encore! Thank you. You're too kind." She says not noticing Malefor entering the tent.

"Where were you, my little trinket?" Malefor asked making Cynder fall off the rope. "Oh, well, I-I was, um, I-I was standing. Well, of course I was standing. I mean, I haven't always been sitting. That would be stupid, I guess. I'm sorry. I-I just want to contribute more to the circus." Cynder said as she got up. "Your job is to stand there and look pretty." Malefor said looking at his reflection. "Hmm. Hello. Heh heh heh. Ooh, lovely." Malefor said staring at himself. "I want to do more." Cynder said.

"And so you shall, my little eclair. I have the perfect job for a dragon like you. Up in the balcony of the Dragon Temple is a bell of extraordinary value. I want you to go up there and find out which is the bell called La Fidele." Malefor said. "Why?" Cynder asked, sighing. "Because I mean to steal it, silly. I'll be rich. I can travel the world in style and comfort." Malefor said. "No. Why must we always steal? I-I was thinking-" Cynder said.

"Uh, thinking? Ha ha! Not your strong suit, is it, my little bonbon? No, it's mine. And where would you be without me?" Malefor asked. "On the streets." Cynder said, remembering her past. "Precisely. For it's a cold world out there..." Malefor said. "For a dragon like me. What do I do?" Cynder asked. "Oooh. Lovely. There's a bell-ringer that lives on the balcony. Smile at him. Wile and beguile him, and he'll tell you exactly what I want to know." Malefor said as he backed away into the shadows.

As Cynder made her way to the temple, Spyro was ringing the bells while Sparx, Hunter and Bianca were cleaning them. As Cynder got to the temple, she went inside and made her way to the balcony. "Uh...Hello?" Cynder asked. "Damsel alert." Sparx said. "And a lovely vision at that." Hunter said. "What am I, chopped liver?" Bianca asked. "I-I'm looking for the bell-ringer." Cynder said. "She wants you, big guy." Sparx said to Spyro, but they noticed that Spyro was hiding.

"Is anyone here?" Cynder asked. Sparx, Hunter and Bianca are trying to get Spyro out of his hiding place. "Get out there, sweetie." said Bianca. "I-I-I can't. What would I say?" Spyro whispered. Open your mouth. Something will come out." Hunter said. Spyro just stuttered. "Nothing came out." said Sparx. "My name is Cynder. I-I'm with the circus, and, oh, I just love bells." Cynder said as she uncovered Spyro's model city. She tipped some models before catching them. "Which one is La Fidele?" She asked.

"The bells, you ding-dong. She likes the bells. Talk shop!" Sparx said as the three pushed Spyro out. "Are-Are you hiding from me?" Cynder asked as she saw Spyro underneath a bell. She giggled. "No. What's so funny?" Spyro asked. "Nothing. It's just-It looks like you're wearing a really big hat." Cynder said laughing. "Oh. That-That sounds silly, doesn't it?" She asked. "No. I just never looked at it that way before." Spyro said as he laughed.

"Yes, it's a-It's a brass beret. A-A 2-ton topper." Cynder said. "A-A chapeau in C-sharp!" Spyro said as they both laughed. Cynder stopped laughing and gasped when she saw Spyro's friends. "The statues!" She said. "Statues?" Spyro whispered to himself. "Well, they-they were alive! But that's dumb, isn't it?" Cynder asked. "No." Spyro said. Cynder turned around and walked as Spyro followed her from a higher level.

Cynder sighed. "You must think I'm stupid." She said. "Not at all. That just means you have an imagination." Spyro said. "Do you really think so?" Cynder asked. "I do." Spyro said as he flew down and hid behind a stone head. "What's your name?" Cynder asked him. "Spyro." He said, introducing himself. "Well, Spyro, wouldn't you like to come where I can see you?" Cynder asked. Spyro just stayed hidden.

Then Cynder had an idea. She pulled the curtain so the sunlight would show him. When she did and looked at him, she was shocked. "I h-h-have to go. I'm sorry." Cynder said as she ran out of the temple. Spyro looked upset as he went to his model city. He sat down and started carving a new model. "Oh, poor kid." Bianca said as she went over to him. Sparx and Hunter looked sad also. "Are you OK?" Bianca asked him. "No. You saw the way she looked at me." Spyro said.

"Well, then, get her to look again, honey." Bianca said. Spyro was almost finished with his new model, which was Cynder. "Do you believe in miracles?" He asked Bianca. "Miracles? What kind of miracles?" Bianca asked. "Oh, you know, just ordinary miracles." Spyro said. "I'm not following you, kid." Bianca said. "Well I see creatures together, couples, and it looks so nice, being with someone who loves you." Spyro said as he picked up the model of himself. "I guess I'm just wondering if maybe someone could love me." He said as he started singing.

Imagine someone to love

Who loves you

Imagine

To look in her eyes and see

Spyro painted eyes on his model of Cynder, then he held it up to the sun.

Imagine

How miraculous it seems to be

But it's not so very rare

You can find it anywhere

Spyro then put the models of him and Cynder together.

It's an ordinary miracle

The kind you find around you every single day

Or maybe it's just seasonal

Like spring and May

They're so many

Spyro picked up a yellow flower.

The ordinary miracle

A common kind of miracle that runs right by

Or maybe it's too gradual to catch your eye

So you miss it

Spyro hands Bianca the flower. She smells it.

A sudden bolt of distant lightning

Temples rising out of stone

Spyro is upside-down looking at a young bat and it's mother.

A baby starts to walk or talk one day

Then shockingly he's grown

And in love

That volcano of emotion

Not 10,000 dragon potions can undo

Yes, it's love

Well, of course my view is slanted

Sparx and Hunter look confused.

But creatures do take love for granted

Sad but true

Of all the many miracles

Mysterious and marvellous

And big and small

Spyro sees a butterfly come out of its cocoon.

When creatures fall in love

It really beats them all

Spyro takes the butterfly in his paw and lets it fly away.

Oh, to see it

To feel it

To know it

The butterfly flies around Bianca before it lands on her finger. Then it flies off.

Imagine

Someone to love who loves you

Imagine

To look in her eyes and see

Spyro climbs to the roof of the temple.

Imagine how extraordinary it would be

If an ordinary miracle

Happened to me

Spyro then looks at the models of him and Cynder sadly. His friends look sad, too. Spyro isn't sure what to do. "Go to the circus! Make a good impression! Hmm, what does one wear to a carnival event?" said Hunter. "Nothing." Spyro said. "Daring! Ho ho! Maybe a bit pushy for a first date." Sparx said. "Spyro, you can stay here and hope for a miracle, or you can get out there and make a miracle of your own." Bianca said.

Spyro thought about what he was gonna do as he looked at the models of him and Cynder. He figured that going to the circus was the best way he could see her. "You're right. I'm off to the circus! Oh, but what am I gonna wear?" Spyro wondered. "I got the perfect thing, kid." Sparx said.

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