Spyro awoke the next morning to find Elora gone.
"Elora? Where are you! Hey? Oh no! What happened?" he spun in circles frantically.
"Boo!"
"WHAA- will you stop doing that?" he screamed.
"I was just getting us some food. I thought I'd make my citizenship useful before its made public that I'm wanted." She said, holding out a basket filled with fruitcakes and tarts.
"You got all this food that would spoil so very easily?" Spyro asked.
"I just thought you would like some cake…" she sounded hurt.
"No, no! I was just thinking about the worst, I do that sometimes." He said, trying to reassure her. Geez Spyro! Not that many people get cake when they're running away, most people who are running away barley get food at all! He scolded himself for being rude to her again. The last thing he needed was for her to run away again. He took one from the basket and began to eat it. Once he finished, he took another and another. It had been almost three days since he'd last eaten.
"You don't need to grab them all, there's enough for us both." Elora said, as she continued to chew on her first. She spit some crumbs on him as she spoke.
"Didn't anyone at the castle tell you it's not ladylike to talk with a full mouth?" he asked.
"Didn't anyone tell you it's not polite to question princesses?" she asked.
"You're not a princess, you're more like a joker." He whispered under his breath.
"Then I shall be princess of the jokers!" she announced loudly, spinning in circles in an out-of-control manner.
"You certainly are fulfilling your duty, milady." Spyro said, giving a bow. "Hey, how old are you?" Spyro asked.
"I, the princess of jokers and all things ridiculous, am fifteen and three months old!" Elora began to spin around again until her hair got caught in a low-lying tree branch. Once she got it free, she turned to him. "Why?"
"Just wondering, you acted a lot like a little kid." He snickered. The truth was, the two were the same age and acted completely different. It might have been the fact that Spyro had to grow up to cope with the world he was born into. Elora had to live in the palace and eat cake all day, never being taught the dangers of the world, not hardened like he was. Maybe it was Spyro not acting his age, the truth was that he didn't know. He never had many friends, besides some younger dragons that he spoke with around the village.
"Soooo… what we gonna do today?" she asked, taking a bite out of a fruitcake.
"I'm not sure, the people who took the gems are scattered all over, no way to chase them down. I guess we could hang out here." Spyro said.
"Ewww, no way!" Elora said. "Teenagers from my school come here and make out!"
"You didn't tell me that!" Spyro jumped up and brushed the snow off himself furiously. Elora began to giggle uncontrollably. Spyro calmed down and waited for her to stop. She certainly loved playing jokes on people. When she finally stopped, she got serious. "What about your friends? Why can't we go and find them?" Spyro had completely forgotten about them, the childish faun had made him forget about pretty much everything.
"Hmm, last I remember, I ditched them." Spyro looked down at the ground. Turning his back on his friends was something he vowed never to do.
"Well, why don't you go and un-ditch them?" she asked, offering him what was left in the basket.
"Is that even a word?" he asked, taking another little cake.
"We can make it a word!" she exclaimed, tugging him up from the ground. She gave him her childish smile again.
"I suppose if you want to…" he began to trail off. If his friends were traveling with them, it would mean less food, less water, a greater chance of being caught, and the fact that Ember would be whining on who they're going to invite to the wedding as soon as they return to the realms.
"C'mon! I'm sure they'll be so happy to see you just like I am!" she ran off in the direction of the city.
"Elora, wait!" Spyro said in a hushed serious tone. She did a cartwheel back to him. "Listen, this is very important. When we go in public, we need to lay down some rules here. There is absolutely no talking to civilians, pedestrians, officers, soldiers, or any type of public official when not necessary. You need to keep an extremely low profile; you mustn't go out in broad daylight or to other areas that could have us discovered." Spyro said.
"Oh, I-I see…" she seemed to be getting the message that when you're running away, you can't be living your everyday life. Spyro seemed to notice her sudden change in attitude.
"Hey, cheer up! We can have fun when no one is around. I promise no matter how tired I am, no matter how much I don't want to, I will play with you whenever there is an opportunity." He said, regretting it instantly. She looked up and smiled. Having her happy would at least make this whole ordeal a little better.
On their way into town, Elora showed Spyro the way that she was able to get him out of the cell and get them some breakfast. She had a small stone pendant, a key she called it. It was a clear moonstone and apparently all inhabitants of certain areas had one. It was a piece of the most advanced technology Spyro had ever seen. Every market, lock, building and establishment had a port to insert they key into. Each key had it's own code that gave each person access to certain areas and places. All the data is sent to a machine that saves the information. At the end of each month, the data is checked over to see if a person was abusing their rights and get some taken away. Elora, being a member of the castle, had full rights and privileges.
"Say Elora," Spyro asked, "How'd you know I was in the cell?" Her eyes grew wide as if she'd been waiting for him to ask for centuries. But she was suddenly silent.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." She said with a wink. Spyro merely sighed.
Upon arrival at the city, Spyro devised a plan to follow Elora quietly, while avoiding as many eyes as possible. When a guard or officer came by, she would stay close and stand tall, as if leading him somewhere. This plan worked perfectly, the guards simply nodded their heads and smiled. Some even let out a greeting of "Milady" as she walked by. Once they reached the back of a building that looked like a high school, she stopped him.
"This is my school, we can grab some stuff from my locker before we leave!" she said with excitement.
"What could you possibly have in your locker that could be of use for fugitives?" he asked.
"What don't I have in there?" She screamed with joy.
"Shush! If you don't be quiet, we won't live! I mean seriously…" Spyro said, raising his voice. "I mean, really. Anybody could find us back here, guards, students, friends of yours, market vendors, police-"
"I JUST KNEW I'D FIND YOU!" Ember interrupted, tackling him to the ground. She gave him the tightest hug possible.
"Ember!? Wait? He-help! I can't breathe!" Spyro said in shock.
"Oh Spyro! Now we can be together once again!" she screamed with glee. Spyro looked utterly appalled. Elora's eyes grew wide.
"Who's this?" she asked, trying to puzzle it together in her childish mind.
"I'm Ember, Spyro fiancé!" Ember snapped to her.
"Y-you are?" Elora asked. She was bewildered Spyro could like someone twice as hyperactive as she was.
"NO SHE IS NOT!" Spyro shouted, finally shoving Ember off onto the ground as he had done numerous times before.
"Oh, why deny it?" Ember asked, smiling gently. "Unless… YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH THIS BROWN-HAIRED BITCH!" she screamed though rage.
"Hey, who are you calling a-"
"SHUSH." Spyro said, getting in-between them. "That's enough! I don't want to hear anymore of your whining," he said to Ember, "and no more of your… your… yourselfness!" Spyro said, pointing to Elora. "Now, Elora, what were you saying about getting supplies from the school?" he asked her. She was still dazed and hurt from the scolding she just got from Spyro, but quickly returned to her senses.
"Well, in the Shop room, we can get tools and blades; in my locker, I left my key's charger; and could always find some baskets laying around to carry things in." she said.
"Now that sounds like a plan. She what happens if you se your mind for good instead of annoyance?" he asked, giving her a smile. Ember looked at them disgustedly as they started for the school.