Terrador had a look of confusion and surprise on his face. He was staring right at Cynder and Spyro, but he did not appear to see them. Volteer began to laugh hysterically.
"Little bit on the crazy side, aren't we?" he said between laughs. Terrador let his head hang. He seemed embarrassed at the fact that he was losing his senses. Spyro and Cynder turned to each other to share a glance of confusion, but they couldn't see each other. They were invisible. Since Terrador's confusion was causing a ruckus, Spyro and Cynder took the opportunity to leave the room and retreat into the hall. When they left, both became visible once again.
"What do you suppose that was?" Spyro asked her.
"I'm not sure," Cynder replied, "but whatever it was, I think it was me." Her expression was colder than being frozen dead on the spot by your worst enemy. She was serious.
"Wow, really?" Spyro asked. He seemed amazed that Cynder was already gaining new abilities, just as Ignitus had predicted.
"And before we left, a voice told me to leave. I couldn't resist what it was telling me, no matter how hard I tried. Th-the voice. It was y-yours." Cynder said. She trembled and chocked on her own words as she spoke. It was quite clear that she was scared.
"My voice? How is that possible? I was never able to control Sparx, let alone somebody's mind." He said, bewildered.
"I don't care what you say Spyro, you wanted to leave, you were probably thinking about it, and you made me leave. I know it was you. Just how? How did you do that?" Cynder asked, her eyes were pleading. She needed to know.
"I did it the same way you turned us invisible back there. I don't know what's happening, but we're both becoming stronger. My flame is still weak, I didn't know I could gain new abilities while being this weak. Maybe we should tell Ignit-"
"No!" Cynder said, cutting him off. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" she said. "We already invaded their privacy, and they'll want to know where this happened. If we tell them, they'll know and be very unhappy with us. "
"We can't just ignore it. It'll probably happen again since it wasn't intentional. Our best move for doing it in secret would be to practice when no one is around." Spyro said. "Our best place is the destroyed end of the temple. We can hide near the rubble and practice. But only one of us can practice at a time, so someone will have to keep watch."
"Alright then. We should go to sleep. I sorta need to be alone with my thoughts for a long time." Cynder said, remembering the elder's conversation about her.
"Good night!" Spyro called to her. She didn't answer back.
Morning came yet again. It was even colder than it was last night. It was quiet outside and the leaves were collecting on the ground. There was a wet moldy scent to the air. Spyro awoke staring at the ceiling to realize the sky was gray and foggy. Sparx was still sleeping, so Spyro decided to wake him. Cynder wasn't really going to talk much after last night. She seemed unhappy and probably still needed to be left alone.
"Sparx… Hey Sparx, wake up…" Spyro said, lightly tapping Sparx with his claw.
"Ughhhh… What is it fatso? I'm sleeping." Sparx murmured. He shook away the grogginess. "I'm tired. Can't you see that when I'm in the hay with my eyes closed I'm busy? Geez. You need to respect your older stepbrother. It may have been two hours, but that was a long time for me!" He continued to rant on and on. Spyro's vision became clouded and blurry. He staggered to the left, then back to the right. He felt himself fall to the ground slowly. Sparx's voice seemed faint and far away.
"Spyro? Spyro! Hey pal! Can you hear me…?"
