Our two adversaries were staring down at each other, ready for their inevitable 2nd confrontation. Alex could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders as he felt his courage. Don protruded 2 large swords, giving Alex enough reason to remember their last fight.
Alex searched for a weak spot on Don. As he attempted to knock one of the swords out of Don's hands, Alex was violently thrown down to the ground. He could feel the wind being knocked out of him. A smile was strewn across Don's face as the harbor was breached.
The crown was knocked off Alex's head only to be picked up and put on the beastly head of Don. With a monstrous roar, he let it known he was the king now. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM THE KING NOW!"
Alex heard these words as he was being whisked away in a chopper by a familiar black haired girl. Screams could be heard all across the city. He saw his people running and being slaughtered. As they were flying away with other survivors, the last thoughts in Spyro's mind as he faded into unconsciousness "I . . . failed."