Hunter awoke from his slumber as the suns first rays hit his face. With a tension relieving stretch, he rose onto his feet and surveyed the campsite. Everyone was sleeping soundly completely oblivious to the fact that the sun had risen. Everyone that is except for Spyro, who lay awake staring into nothingness in deep thought.

"What troubles you my friend?" He asked prompting Spyro to look up at him. His face looked like he'd been up all night thinking about whatever was troubling him. "Rough night I take it?"

At this Spyro stood up and motioned for Hunter to follow him away from camp. Once Spyro was sure they were out of ear shot Spyro finally spoke. "Hunter… do you remember back when we first found Crystal?" He asked, and received a nod in response. "And you saying that it rare for two dragons to look as much alike as we do?" He asked again, and received another nod. "You were about to say something about that, but you decided not to. What were you going to say?"

This last question left the cheetah wondering why he would ask such a thing, but he elected to tell him anyway. "I was going to say that maybe it was a coincidence, or… maybe you two share blood." He confessed. "But what are the odds of something like that?"

"Higher than you think Hunter." Spyro replied as he turned to look at the still sleeping Crystal." Last night… I went for a walk, and I somehow found myself in what I assume was the Valley of Avalar. The next thing I know Crystal is there, and… we did a bit of talking, and then she said… that she was my twin sister."

Hunter stared wide eyed at Spyro as he took in what he'd just heard, but then a small smile crept across his face. "A sister… Spyro that's great." He said while still sporting a grin, but it faded as he looked upon Spyro's face. He had look of immense confusion on it, and Hunter could tell that he needed some form of advice. "Is everything alright Spyro?"

Spyro let out a deep sigh before he spoke. "I don't know how to react to this Hunter. I'm still getting used to the idea of being some great hero, as well as the fact that everyone thinks I'm dead." He confessed as he looked up at the sky. "And I'm… trying to think of a way to talk to Crystal about this. I… kind of just left without saying anything." He said as he turned back to face Hunter.

Hunter was at a loss as he tried to think of a response. While many would claim Hunter wise beyond his years, most of that wisdom came from things he'd experienced firsthand. In all his years of life he'd been imprisoned by pirates, lost people he care deeply for, and was even exiled from his own village for a time during the war. But he's never gone through what Spyro was going through now.

"I'm sorry my friend, but I can't offer you any advice." He said in a sad tone as he scratched his chin in deep though. It was then that he remembered something that he was told long ago. "I was once told that life is like a series of closed doors. You never know what might be behind the door in front of you, but if you wish to move forward in life… you must find the courage to open it." He said as he put a gentle paw on Spyro's purple shoulder before he left to help their now rising friends clean up camp before they headed out, leaving Spyro to think about what Hunter had just said.

***Later***

Spyro didn't know what to expect upon entering the cheetah village, but he certainly wasn't expecting them to throw him a feast like the one he is taking part of right now. Before Spyro reached the gates of the walled off village, he was afraid of being hated or shunned for disappearing, but that wasn't the case. As soon as he stepped into the gates, he was basically mobbed by cats who wanted to welcome their lost hero. Sure there were question about his disappearance, but Hunter handled all that and once everyone knew about Spyro's amnesia they all wanted to help somehow. And that's how the feats got started. Someone suggested that if the village made him feel more welcome then he wouldn't be so worried about facing other parts of his past… or something along those lines. (I just think they were looking for an excuse to cut loose a little.)

As the feast went on Spyro watched his companions mingle amongst the villagers. Cynder and Ember were chatting up a group of female warriors, Flame was virtually drooling at the sight of the meet, and Hunter was talking to chief Prowlus, but he couldn't find Crystal anywhere. After looking around for a little bit he finally found her sitting a little ways away from the main group of the feast, and stealing his courage he walked up to her.

"Crystal… we should probably talk about last night." He said as he motioned for her to follow him. Once he was sure no one would interrupt him he stopped and turned towards her. "Crystal… I'm sorry for just running off like I did last night." He apologized.

"No need Spyro. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me." She said while looking down at her forepaw. "I knew you had a lot on you mind, and the last thing you needed was for me to say something like that, but-"

"Crystal please stop. You're not at fault here. I'm the one who just walked away after you told me your, or rather our origin story… I'm actually happy you said what you said." Spyro confided to her leaving her stunned. "For five years now amongst the millions of other questions that have gone through my head like who am I, what am I, or even do I truly exist, there has been one question on my mind that keeps coming back. Do I have a family?" The question left the blue scout dragon speechless. "Now that I think about our talk last night I actually feel ...happy. Sure we may not have known each other before all this, but I'd at least like a chance… to be the brother I never got a chance to be with you."

Slowly Crystal clasped his shoulder, and with a wide grin she spoke. "I'd like nothing more." But then something puzzling came to her mind, a question she had no answer to. "Um Spyro, how are brothers and sisters supposed to act towards each other?"

***Meanwhile***

Virgil stood on top of Cynder's old fortress as he surveyed the surrounding area. It was then that a red robed figure appeared behind him and crouched down low to bow to his lord. "Daniel, you've returned." He said while not even bothering to turn and face his underling.

"Yes my lord. The mission was a success. Mundus's followers are dead, most by the work of the purple dragon, and the rest… by my hands." Daniel replied rather solemnly. "And that little side objective…" He started as he pulled out a small vile containing a red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. "I took care of that too."

Virgil's interests were peeked at this point. As he finally turned around to face Daniel, he slowly approached his crouched form and gently took hold of the vile presented to him. "Well done." He simply said as he examined the contents of the vial, and noticed how it seemed to shimmer in the light. "It isn't tainted is it?"

"No my lord, it's as pure as one could get, and don't worry about the purple dragon finding out. He has no idea that I'm even alive let alone that I stole something so… vital to him." Daniel stated in a voice that sound a bit cocky.

"… very well then." Virgil said as he handed the blood back to the red robed figure. "You know what to do next." He plainly said as he turned away and stared out over his domain once more, something he continued to do till long after Daniel had retreated back into the fortress. "I should get inside." He finally stated while looking up at the sky above. "A storm is coming."