A/N:Hey everyone, DracoWolf316 here! Okay, first off, I'm sorry I wasn't updating that much. My dad put a password on my own computer for using it passed 11:00 pm. So I'm limited to only two computers and they're my dad's and a laptop. So it will be a long time span before I can update stories. Second, I will always be here so don't think I left Fanfiction. I will update things eventually. So without further a due, let's get on with the story!

Spyro opened his eyes slightly. There was a clear blue sky.

"Wh…what?" He felt extremely weak. He felt something wet underneath him. He slowly turned his head around. His eyes opened wide in horror, his mouth was trying to scream but no sound came. His two front legs were still, missing, only now the stumps were all bloody and gory; instead of the glowing light they were covered in. Bone and even nerves were visible from the wound, hanging from the stumps a little. Blood was pooling from the exposed arteries, forming the pool of blood he had felt earlier.

'What the hell happened to me?' he thought, though he already knew the answer. It was that strange gateway that he, Cynder and Sparx had gone through. Suddenly it hit him like a pound of bricks.

'Cynder! Sparx! Where are they?!' He looked up from his wound to see where they might be.

"Cynder? Sparx?" He said weakly.

"Sp…Sp…Spy…ro…" a weak voice answered. He looked to the sound. His eyes were met with a horror. Cynder was a few feet away from him, though she looked much worse than he did. She was lying on her side, though only the legs on the exposed side were visible. Her back leg was missing, and her front leg was a stump at the elbow. Blood was pouring out like water from underneath. Spyro remembered all the hands that had grabbed her side. He cringed at the thought of what she might look like on her side now.

"Sp…Spyro…I feel…weak." She said, her voice now starting to crack.

"Cynder…hold on…" He started to twist his body awkwardly, trying to get on his stomach from his back. He finally turned over, and began to inch his way to Cynder, all the while grunting from pain.

"Mm…Eh…Ergh…Ah…Eh…Argh!"

"Spyro, no…don't…" Cynder whispered. Spyro didn't listen. He inched closer and closer until he finally reached her. He put his head down next to hers. Blood stained his entire stomach and chest. He placed a wing around her.

"I'm here…Cynder…I'm here."Her breathing was getting slower and slower; her eyes barely open. Spyro closed his eyes. He felt weak. He felt pain. But most of all, he felt great sorrow and grief. Tears began to leak from his eyes.

"I'm…sorry…Cynder…I'm…so…so-rry." Spyro's blood-loss finally caught up to him. He fell unconscious. Cynder's eyes began to water as she closed them.

"It's…not you're...fault…Spyro…"

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