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~Chapter 2~

The next thing I remembered after bumping my head was waking up on something soft. I was still kinda out of it though, probably because of the fact that it was the middle of the night. Then I realized that it was the middle of the night and I didn't take my pills.

Alec grabbed his bag that was next to him and took out a small bottle of pills. Then he opened it up and took out a few of them. Then he grabbed the glass of water that was on the table. Then he swallowed his pills with the water.

Now that I had taken my pills, I was able to calm down and take in my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was that I had no clue where I was. But I did know that where ever I was, it was low tech. The place looked like some sort of cottage or a hut.

Don't get me wrong. I have the utmost respect for those who lived off the land. It's just that it's something that I personally can't do. I'm the kind of person who NEEDS technology. I could probably last a few days without it. But I am so reliant on technology that I would go through a withdrawal without it...

...I know because it happened before.

Alec continued to look around. That was when he noticed someone sitting in a chair next to him.

I went in closer to get a good look at the person who was sitting in the chair next to me. The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a cloak with a hood. But when I got a closer look, I saw that he was not human. He was a cheetah. Or to be more exact, he was Hunter of Avalar. Which meant that what I saw when I first went through the portal was in fact the Valley of Avalar.

I was in the world of Spyro. Or to be more precise, The Legend of Spyro.

I'll bet that the reaction you expected from me would be something like freaking out or jumping for joy or something like that. And I suppose on the inside, that was my reaction. But I've always been the kind of person who under reacts to things like this.

Alec just sat back down on the makeshift bed that he was laying on before. The sudden rustling caused Hunter to wake up.

"Oh! You're awake!" Hunter said when he noticed Alec.

"Yeah, and I'd like to get back to sleep," Alec replied, "But this headache is killing me."

"Well, that bump on your head is probably the reason why your headache is so bad," Hunter said.

Meh...I've had worse.

"Meh...I've had worse," Alec said with a shrug.

"Well in any case, I do know a remedy that may help with that headache of yours," Hunter added. He then headed into another room and began preparing something. A few minutes later, he came back out with some sort of drink, "This is an herbal remedy that my mother taught to me. She first gave it to me when I broke my arm after falling out of a tree."

Alec to the glass from Hunter and sniffed the contents, "Is there alcohol in this?" Alec exclaimed.

"Well, yes. There's alcohol, herbs, and a little bit of honey," Hunter said, "The alcohol acts as the pain reliever and helps to get you to sleep. The herbs absorb some of the toxins from the alcohol. After all, this drink isn't supposed to be something to make you drunk."

"What's the honey for?" Alec asked.

"It makes it thicker so that stays in the body longer," Hunter said.

What I was about to do went against every single fiber of my moral being. I was underage after all. But this world was different than my world. And a mother would only do what's best for her child...At least a mother with any common sense. I just hope my mom doesn't find out about this.

Alec took a sip of the drink. But then he spit it out. "The honey is also to help give it flavor because that is some strong stuff," Hunter added.

Now that's what I call an understatement! This stuff wasn't just strong, it was like cough medicine on steroids!

Alec took a few sips and left the rest. Then he laid back down to go back to sleep.

If that pain reliever was as strong as it tastes, then even that little bit was enough to last me for a week.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am old enough to drink. But in this story, I am still only a teenager, and therefor underage. So any younger readers that are reading this, or anyone under the age of 21 for that matter, do NOT drink. Alcohol is in fact a poison and can kill. It is dangerous even to adults if they're not careful. Underage drinking is NOT cool. No matter what anyone says, underage drinking doesn't make you cool. After all, how cool are you if you're laying in a casket being lowered into a grave? How cool are you when your friends, family, and parents attend your funeral? No parent should have to attend their child's funeral, regardless of the cause of death. But at least alcohol is one cause that can be avoided. If you want to be cool, then don't drink while underage. And even when your old enough to drink, drink responsibly.]

X~~~~~X

The next morning, Cynder was woken up by the smell of breakfast, "Spyro...wake up," Cynder said as she tried to nudge the purple dragon awake.

"But mommy, I don't want to go to school," Spyro said, still half asleep, "All the other kids pick on me."

Cynder couldn't help but giggle at what he said. And she was currently in a playful mood and couldn't pass this up, "But Sparx will be their to defend you," Cynder said in a gentle mothering tone.

"But Sparx is the one who always starts the teasing."

"Oh, is that so?" Cynder said, "Well I guess I'll just have to have a word with Sparx then." That was when Cynder decided to try something else to wake him up. Cynder then used her shadow powers and created a pool of darkness underneath Spyro. Then, dark tendrils began reaching out of the darkness and wrapped themselves around Spyro, blanketing him in darkness as they pulled him into the pool.

The sudden disturbance woke the sleeping dragon up. When he realized he was surrounded by darkness, fear began to overcome him and he began to panic. Soon he heard Cynder's voice speak to him, "Good morning, sleepy head!"

Spyro opened his eyes and realized that the darkness was gone. And in it's place was a pair of big emerald green eyes. "AHHH! Cynder! Don't scare me like that!" Spyro shouted.

"Oh, don't be such a hatchling," Cynder teased, "Come on! It smells like breakfast is almost done!" Cynder then jumped out of bed and to the kitchen, leaving Spyro still laying there confused. But he was happy to see that Cynder was in such a good mood.

X~~~~~X

Hunter was coming out of the kitchen after preparing breakfast. He then looked in the living area to check on the mysterious creature. Hunter didn't think to ask his name.

Hunter noticed Cynder was in there with the creature, her tail twitching. He didn't know what she was up to, but she knew she was up to something. And he was glad that he currently wasn't that creature.

Cynder began to try to nudge the creature awake like she did Spyro, "Hey, wake up," she said.

"...Mmmm...Just five more minutes..." the creature mumbled.

"You're just as bad as Spyro," Cynder commented. Cynder then pounced on the creature's stomach.

I was woken up by something landing on my stomach. But the first thing that I noticed wasn't that someone...or something landed on my stomach. The first thing I noticed was that whatever it was had rancid dog breath. The breath smelled like it was my dog, Snickers. But Snickers never jumped on people.

When I opened my eyes, all I could see were a pair of big emerald green eyes staring back at me. And I'd recognize those eyes anywhere...I just never thought she had such rancid breath.

"Good morning!" the owner of the eyes said.

If I had any doubt who it was before, hearing her voice wiped away any doubt. It was the former Terror of the Skies, the dark dragoness, Malefor's general, Cynder.

"Uh...Good morning..." Alec said in a casual, yet confused tone. The greeting was so casual that you'd think he and Cynder's were childhood friends, "No offense, but you desperately need a breath mint."

Cynder just cocked her head in confusion, "What's a breath mint?"

"Never mind," Alec said.

This is where most people would point out that they were talking with Cynder. And that could only mean that Spyro was nearby as well. And like any die hard fanboy of the Spyro franchise, I would too. However, I have a tendency to think with my stomach.

"What's for breakfast," Alec asked as he smelled something delicious.

What will Spyro's reaction to Alec be? Will Alec be able to get back home? What did Hunter make for breakfast? Is there a cure for halitosis in the Dragon Realms?

I know I was making fun of Cynder with her halitosis (bad breath). But I could've done it to anyone. I mean, has anyone in the Dragon Realms ever been known to have ever brushed their teeth?

Before anyone get's on my case about how my reactions were to meeting Hunter or Cynder...Well, to be honest, I don't know how I'd react. But I do know that I would underreact. That is in fact a trait of mine. I probably would be more excited than what I implied, but I believe that that would've been the level at which my excitement would've appeared. Ask my mom or my sister and they'll just confirm what I said. I have constantly disappointed them in my reactions (or lack there of) to gifts.

Please R&R.

P.S. To anyone who criticize me for making an Author's Note in the middle of the story like I did, I understand where you're coming from. But I did so because I believed that it was an important issue that had to be addressed and pointed out (even though it felt more like a public service announcement than an Author's Note). If I am told to, I will move it. But I just wanted everyone to know that I am highly against under aged drinking.

~The Angel of Darkness, Alec~