(Sorry for the delay on this one. It took a lot of thought to put this one together.)

CHAPTER 7: OLD MEMORIES

This is it, Spyro, the voice said, None of them are looking. Make a run for it!

"No," Spyro said quietly to himself, "I'm in no condition to run. No matter the reason, I cannot run away."

You don't have a choice Spyro. If you don't leave now, you could cause harm to everyone you love.

"What are you saying?" Spyro said. The voice now had his attention.

You ask a lot of questions. I don't have time to answer any of them.

"Then I see no reason to leave."

If you want to find…

"The Elemental Legends?" Spyro interrupted.

Yes.

"What are the Elemental Legends?" Spyro asked, careful not to let anyone else here him.

Nevermind for now. Just go to this village and leave as soon as possible.

This voice was starting to annoy Spyro. He was beginning to wonder if it really knew what these 'Elemental Legends' really were.

"So, Terrador," Spyro said, trying to get his mind off the voice, "Can you tell us anything about the dagger?"

Terrador studied the blade for a long time. He observed the shape, and the marking engraved into it. "Unfortunately, there is nothing either of us can tell you."

"However," Volteer said, "There are some very intelligent Elders in the village ahead. Perhaps one of them has the knowledge that you seek."

Spyro looked down at his feet. Even though the world was at 'peace,' there seemed to be many problems surrounding them; dark figures with daggers, a reshaped world, and an annoying voice inside his head.

I hardly consider myself annoying

Spyro ignored the voice.

"Spyro?" Cynder asked once she was next to him.

"What? Oh, hey Cynder." Spyro said, regaining his concentration.

"Are you okay? You've been acting strange all day."

"Cynder, I told you I'm fine." Spyro said.

"Hey calm down," Cynder said, "I was just asking."

"I'm sorry Cynder," Spyro sighed, "I just had a rough night."

Cynder just looked at him. "I can tell something's wrong Spyro, I can see it in your eyes."

Spyro sighed, "Alright you win. I'll tell you, but later, for now let's just get to this village."

Cynder nodded. She worried about Spyro. She didn't want him to get hurt any more if he didn't have to. She was happy that he was going to tell her what was going on.

"Spyro!" Everyone looked up to see a red dragon coming down for a landing.

"F-Flame?" Spyro said, shocked, "Is it really you?"

"You better believe it," Flame chuckled, "Man, it's been forever…" He stopped talking once he saw Cynder. "Who's this?"

"This is Cynder, my ma… friend." Spyro said, "Cynder, this is Flame. He was my best friend man years ago."

"I still am your best friend, bro." Flame said excitedly.

"Nice to meet you." Cynder said a little cautiously.

"Spyro!" Another voice said.

Flame and Spyro's eyes met. Both of them had a nervous look in their eyes. Ember.

"Spyro, thank goodness you're back!" Ember shouted hugging him tightly, "Now we can be together forever."

The Guardians stepped back as Cynder stepped forward. She faked a cough to get Ember's attention.

"Who's this, Spyro?" Ember and Cynder said in unison.

"Ember, this is Cynder. Cynder, this is…"

"Ember," the pink dragon interrupted, "My name is Ember. And if you must know, I am Spyro's future wife."

"What?" Cynder said with anger, "Spyro, what's going on here?"

I eagerly await your response. The voice said.

"Nothing," Spyro said, "She is just an old friend."

"Oh come on, Spyro," Ember said almost impatiently, "You don't have to be embarrassed by me. Although I do think it's cute."

"Hey," Cynder said with ice in her voice, "Listen here, princess. Spyro's with me, so back off!"

"For your information," Ember said with a fiery voice, "me and Spyro were destined to be together since we met."

"Well I was destined to rule and army of monkeys and destroy the world," Cynder said, "But things change."

"Wait," Flame said, "You're Cynder? The Terror of the Skies?"

She looked at Flame with death written in her expression.

This is almost too fun. The voice laughed in Spyro's head.

"Alright!" Spyro interrupted, "That's enough. I need some help with my injuries, and fighting isn't help…" Spyro fell unconscious.