And what do ya know, I'm finally updating! It has been like what, two weeks? More...Less? Whatever, it doesn't matter, my excuse is that I had trouble writing it. I wrote it almost five times, each time getting worse and worse. So I decided to write a one shot that was playing on my mind (The Last Chapter is its name) then rewrite this chapter. To tell the truth the first paragraph is the only original part. Now the sayings and then the chapter...

***You will never be able to start a new chapter of your life unless you stop looking back at the last one. The best things in life aren't always easy but they are always worth the wait. Strong people stand up for themselves, but stronger people stand up for others. Trust is hard to gain, yet easy to lose...***


A six legged, two winged insect flew across the fields, it's transparent wings glittering in the rich moonlight. Softly it landed on a thick green blade of grass and settled down to dinner. Ravenously the grasshopper chewed away at the blade, its keen eyes watching a group of silhouette dragons march across the plains. The grass swayed left to right as a larger black dragoness came to view, her blood red chest scales and wings deepened the look of strength and her marble white horns that shone under the full moon's glory added the air of fierceness that surrounded her. Her dark green eyes that shone like polished emeralds looked around her telling those that saw her that she was searching for something.

With a mighty push off, the grasshopper sailed in the air once again, the midnight commotion too much for him. Gliding cheerfully through the air, with great merriness, the grasshopper flew to a more dense, quiet area. All that disturbed the clear whistle of the night bird and song of the crickets was a gentle snore and sometimes the muffled sleep-talking of a certain yellow dragonfly. A shadow crossed the sky as a noiselessly flying dragon soared overhead. Its murky green-blue eyes glancing at the sleeping figures below. Majestically the dragon landed on a ridge of the cliff, peering down below. It was Spyro's idea to sleep in the Valley of Avalar by the waterfall. The dragon looked at the falling water as it splashed into the stream. The ripples looked like waves of diamonds, the clear water, though, looked like a lake of silver, outlined with gold. Once again the dragon's attention was drawn to the two sleeping brothers. Spyro's tail was wrapped protectively around Sparx while he blocked out the dragonfly's glow with his wing. The dark dragon was almost sad to ruin the peaceful scene, such sights were rare, but ruining it was all that could be done. The dragon had to depress Spyro enough to bend him. It had to discourage him from making too many decisions if its plan was to work. Too many times since it met Cynder had its plans been shattered. Stretching its neck, the dragon looked over the trees and at the silent army that approached. Smiling, the dragon acknowledged that it had taught them well. Frowning, the dragon acknowledged that they would listen to Cynder and Cynder alone, especially after almost being killed.

"Your time is coming Cynder, you may win a few small battles, but I shall win this war," the dragon whispered, turning around and disappearing in the shadows of the rocks.

.*.*.*.*.

Spyro's eyes opened wide and he lifted his head. Something was not right, he could feel it. Slowly he stood up, his purple eyes shining white in the moonlight. Sparx rubbed his eyes and yawned. He was about to lie down again, but when he saw Spyro's alert face he felt slight fear stab him. Quickly he flew into the air and looked around, everything slightly blurry from just waking up. A twig snapped behind them, quickly Sparx turned around, a pair of cold blue eyes stared at him, then disappeared in the darkness. Sparx gulped. Spyro looked to his left, a pair of red eyes were peering at him, but those too disappeared in the shadows. Then all at once fifty or so dragons walked out their hiding place, all of them were smiling evilly, all of them had the same cold look, all but one, all but a purple dragon with a brilliant blue underbelly and wing membranes. She seemed to be trying to act the rest, but her focus didn't seem to be on attacking. Slowly the circle became smaller and smaller. Some dragons teased Spyro by snapping at him, their teeth clicking together in empty air with a loud snap.

"Spyro, why don't you just fly away!" Sparx whispered hoarsely.

"I would be more easily attacked that way," Spyro whispered back, growling at the green and pink dragoness that was creeping up on him from behind.

"Dude, we are already kinda out numbered!" Sparx said in a sophisticated voice. Spyro looked around, the amount of dragons was astonishing, but he didn't know what in Avalar they wanted.

"Spyro." The purple dragon's heart turned to ice, a cold sweat forming on his forehead. The voice came from deep within the trees. Slowly pairs of white horns appeared from the shadows, bright red chest scales shining.

"Cynder, how did you find me?" Spyro choked.

"Oh, quiet easily, one of my soldiers saw you..." Cynder chuckled. Wisteria lowered her head shamefully, she was not proud of helping either Cynder or the dark dragon, but this life was all she knew.

"Cynder, please, just forget this evil way! Let these dragon return to holding peace in the land..." The army of dragons looked at each other in confusion, "...come back to me, Cynder, I love you, but I cannot be with with you are like this!" Spyro pleaded. Once again a flame in Cynder's eyes were lit.

"You love me?" She asked, her voice bubbly and soft.

"Yes!" The word started as a yell and ended as a whisper, Spyro looked into Cynder's beautiful eyes, his heart pounding like a hammer, was Cynder going to stop her ways? The dark dragon, up in the clefted of the rocks, stretched its head higher and looked at the scene, hope starting to surge inside it, if Cynder turned now, it would be able to reclaim its army! Cynder suddenly packed out in merry laughter. Then the whole crowd of fifty dragons did the same. Spyro looked at Sparx, the dragonfly shrugged.

"Aha, you really think that I would give up so much power just so that I can have you, when I can have you along with it?" Cynder's laughter turned into a low growl.

"What do you mean?" Spyro asked, slowly stepping backwards.

"I have my ways," Cynder snarled circling Spyro, her tail sliding under under his chin, "I have something, something that will open your eyes!" Cynder chuckled deeply, her eyes half closed, her mouth twisted in an evil grin. The dark dragon, from its perch on the rocks, stood up, its eyes wide, there was no way that Cynder could have found out about that so fast! Quickly it stepped down the rocks and started to run toward Spyro, there was no way it could let Cynder capture him, that would ruin its plans into utter destruction. Cynder perked her head up, she could sense the dragon coming. She let out a siren scream, stunning Spyro. Immediately the army ascended in the sky, Cynder grasping Spyro by the scruff of his neck. Sparx was left dazed on the ground. The dark dragon run into the clearing, watching as the dragons flew away. It cursed and slammed its paw on the ground, anger simmering inside. Snorting the dragon turned around and started the gallop to gain enough speed to jump into the air. As quickly as it could the dragon soared after the army, but they got further and further away. The dragon stopped flapping frantically and spread out its wings to glide, saving its energy, praying it wouldn't be too late. Looking at the moon, it calculated it would reach the training grounds just before dawn, when the night sky would be darkest.

.*.*.*.*.

Spyro's chest slowly heaved up then down, his breathing heavy and deep. He was too tired to move, too tired to break the ropes that tied him to the floor. He had been struggling for the last half hour and now he was exhausted. His purple eyes slowly shut and opened, the night sky pitch black, the moon inked out by the heavy rain clouds. He peered out the window and sighed deeply, annoyed. Once again he squirmed in the ropes, but it was on no use, he was too weak. Upset, he dropped his head to the ground, listening to anything. Suddenly there was a sound of pattering feet, he groaned, he knew who walked liked that. He shifted his gaze to the door, gulping, he prepared himself for the dragoness that would walk through that door. Cynder, followed by another red and gold dragon, stepped in the room, the door squeaking slowly then banging against the wall. Cynder smiled smugly as she lifted a needle, it was full of a strange dark liquid. Spyro's eyes widened as he remembered when else he had seen that. It was the same darkness that was surrounding the sword that was stabbed into Cynder, that must have been what made her act so. He squirmed in the ropes, he could not let that happen to him. Quick as a flash he turned his head and bit into the thick cords, tearing them apart with strength he didn't know existed. He lifted up, the ropes slipping off him as he rose from the floor. Cynder grinned.

"Its good to know you are awake, I would hate to do this while you are out." Cynder lifted the needle in the air as her teeth gleamed in the little bot of starlight. Spyro stepped back, glancing around the room for a means of escape. Cynder stepped in front of his view and shook her head.

"No, there is nowhere to run," Cynder said, stepping forward, the needle posed to intoxicate the purple dragon with the strange substance. Spyro's eyes widened with fear as she drew closer and closer. The other dragon stepped behind him, not allowing him to move. The purple dragon gulped and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain. The red and gold dragon held him to the spot as Cynder dug the needle into Spyro's arm. The purple dragon gasped in pain, then fell to the side. His entire body slumped on the floor, unconscious. Cynder smiled and nodded at the red dragon.

"It is done, he should be awake in a few hours. Call me when he stirs." Cynder walked out the room, slamming the door shut. Meanwhile the dark dragon was staring in at the window, waiting until Cynder left the room. With agility like a cheetah and silence like an owl, the shadow creature slipped into the room through the window by means of its shadow powers.

"Now, where are you," the dragon whispered to itself, its blueish green eyes gleaming as it turn and looked around the room. Quickly the dragon ducked to the floor when it saw the red and gold dragon.

"Oh, great, why did Cynder have to leave you here, Flamer?" The dragon growled to itself and looked around the room for something to cause a diversion. A toothy grin form on its face as it eyed a golden ball on the edge of a picture frame. It raised its paw, the painting creaked a little as the ball floated forwards on a wave of shadows. The dragon smiled wryly as it tossed the ball up two times, thinking back on when it installed the painting in that room. As quietly as possible the dragon stood up, a loud creak form the wooden floor echoing around the room. The dark dragon clenched its teeth and squeezed its eyes shut, hoping that maybe Flamer had thought it was just himself moving. No such luck. The red dragon was up in a second, growling and curiously walking up to the spot. His body was slightly turned so that if the dark dragon did attack it would not harm him as much as head on.

"Who's there?" The red dragon growled.

"What on earth have I taught you, seriously, I could have been anyone and here you are giving your position away!" The dark dragon whispered hoarsely.

"Er, what?" Flamer asked, standing up straight and staring into the darkness, he recognized that voice.

"Oh, you have so much to learn..." The dragon sighed, quickly jumping up and attacking Flamer while he was out of his stance of defence.

"Whoa!" That was his last word before the dark dragon knocked him unconscious.

"Well, that was easy." The dragon smiled and stood up, wiping imaginary dust from its paws.

"Next?" The dragon cockily laughed and turned to Spyro, its dark powers allowing it to see living forms in the darkness. It's smiled dropped, Spyro might have been smaller that it, but he looked muscular and heavy. The dragon rolled it eyes and leaned down and grasped Spyro by the shoulders to drag him to the windows.

"Great, this could be a problem." The dragon glared at the barred window, there was no way it could break it without making a huge noise.

"Oh well, be prepared for a party!" The dragon groaned, staring down at Spyro, the response was a long snore. The dragon snarled and closed its eyes, concentrating. Slowly the dragon became larger, as though it was filled with darkness the shadow flowed out its nostrils. Breathing in the dragon grasped the bars and pulled, an extremely long, loud shriek vibrating throughout the room. There was a rush of paws outside. The dragon gasped and pulled hard and faster, sweat forming on it's brow. Quickly it looked back, it's jaws clenched in a twisted frown of worry. Three of the bars were ripped away and the dragon tried to squeeze though, but is was useless. As quick as a flash it picked Spyro up and threw him out the window, making him to land with a thud.

"Just hurry up!" An angry voice shouted. The door started to rattle as it began to open. The dark dragon gasped and stretched its paw out, causing what shadow strength it had left to keep the door closed for a few extra seconds. It turned back to the barred window. Is grasped one of the steel bars and pulled back with all its might, its hind-legs propped up against the wall for extra strength. Slowly it start to bend. The dragon panted, and pulled harder, but it was bending too slow, there was defiantly not enough time to break it. The dragon immediately changed it's tactics and turn to the left, bending the bar away from the others to make more space. The door slammed open just as the dragon was getting ready to try to squeeze out.

"Get that dragon!" Cynder yelled pointing at the dark dragon. It frowned and jumped at the window, trying desperately to get out. Two hefty, large dragon surged forwards, ready to pulled the escaping dragon back. Suddenly there was a bright yellow light outside and it was flying straight for the two dragons with tremendous speeds.

"Aaahhh! My eyes!" The one dragon shrieked as the bright yellow flew almost into its face. He squatted at it.

"Get away!" The other shouted, temporary blinded as the light flew into its face too.

"Speak to the hand because the face ain't listening!" The yellow light snickered, revealing the voice of Sprax.

"Ignore that yellow hindrance, the dragon in escaping!" Cynder yelled, but it was too late, the dark dragon was already out the windrow flying away as fast as possible and heaving Spyro along with it the best it could. Sparx laughed and flew out the window, raising his hand in victory and teasing the army inside the building. Cynder growled deeply inside her throat at the red dragon that was slowly waking up.

"How could you let this happen!" She roared in anger, turning to face him.

"Why did you leave me alone here to guard him. Stop shifting the blame!" The dragon replied cheekily, still half asleep and groggy.

"Why you—" Cynder clammed her mouth shut, a plan forming in her mind. She had to think of something quick, what this dragon said was what most dragons were thinking.

"It was all part of a plan." Cynder looked around the room, as though there was a big secret. Quietly she motioned for the three dragons to group around her.

"Spyro will soon be on our side. This other dragon will probably bring it to its lair alone, thus Spyro will break out, kill it easily and come back." The dragons nodded in unison and Cynder stood back.

"In the meanwhile we have some business to let Warfang know...about us." Cynder winked at the dragons. A grin spread on there faces, they were going to Warfang, indeed this day was just getting better and better.

.*.*.*.*.

Sparx looked through the glass window before turning around and glaring at the dark dragon.

"Were the chains really necessary?" He asked, pointed back at Spyro. The purple dragon had now grown nearly a whole head taller and he was wrapped in chains, all connected a maze of locks and such like. The dragon lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes," it smirked. Sparx let out a defeat sigh.

"What are you chicken or something?" He murmured, crossing his arms. Spyro groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He growled and lifted his head. Immediately five weapons shot from the walls and aimed at him.

"Okay now, what that really necessary?" Sparx yelled as Spyro eyed the weapons wearily. The dragon nodded.

"I'm not go to underestimate anyone else ever again." The dark dragon stare down at Spyro.

"The weapons will fire if you so much as even try to break those chains," The dragon explained to Spyro.

"This will never hold me!" Spyro yelled, his voice echoing around the glass room.

"Don't be so sure," The dragon replied, as though bored. Spyro snarled, pacing as far as his chains would allow him. He stopped and pulled toward the watching dragon of darkness.

"I will escape and when I do you will be the first I will slaughter. When I'm done with that, Cynder will be next and her entire army. No one will stop me, no one can stop me!" Spyro sat down, his eyes slowly closing. He would be patient, the chance for escape would come, it always comes. He would be prepared to take it. His dark purple eyes shot open and he glared at the watching dragon and dragonfly.

"Any last words?"


So now Spyro is 'evil' so to speak and Cynder, but don't worry he won't last like that. It would be too weird, the good guys bad and the baddy good. :P Okay, so you remember the basic, read and review, tell me if it is getting boring and I should end it. Oh, btw, Zonoya365, you sorta got my name wrong, that is my e-mail name, no one knows my real name, Mwhahaha! :P Anyway, thanks for the review. I've also updated the notes of appreciation on chapter five. Anyway, happy doing..whatever it is that you're...doing...

~*~Starduster the Dragoness