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~Whisper

A ray of sunlight splintered into the room where Jingle lay and shined into his eyelids, waking him from his nightmarish slumber. He took a deep breath and then rose dropping to all fours as he was very exhausted. He nudged the door open and lumbered down the hall. Spyro was still asleep as Jingle could hear him snore softly behind the closed door. He carefully maneuvered down the steps and into the downstairs. Jordon had passed out on the couch from exhaustion and from what Jingle could infer…maybe a little bit of alcohol. He frowned and stopped to pull the blankets back over her. He trotted to the door and opened it with a shove. The rays of the sun seemed to refresh him and he stood up and began walking through the ruined town. Many of the residents of Woodshire were living in tents because their houses burnt to the ground. It looked more like a refugee camp than a town. Looks of pure fear still hung on the faces of those who witnessed what happened. Jingle tried to ignore the crying of younglings and infants but they tore at what was left of his soul. He wanted to help but he knew that he was incapable in his current state. So he wondered through the wreckage of what was once a beautiful town and out of the city limits. He needed time to think…time to unwind. His dreams troubled him wherever he went…he needed to make sense of them. He walked into a clearing in the woods and laid down in the soft snow. Even the usual chatter of the forest was silent, only a tweet here and there by a stray bird and a single lone wolf could be heard. It gave him time to collect his shattered thoughts and piece together what little of the dream he could remember. There was that human…with dead eyes like his…and then…he shivered. The piercing red eyes that pulled him into a rip in the sky made him quake inside himself…was such a terrible nightmarish figure possible? He fell softly in a light sleep and lost his train of thought. A sudden crack of a stick made Jingle bolt upright and turn to face the source of the noise ready to fight. There was nothing…just the empty expanse of shady forest that stretched for miles and miles.

"Interesting…so very interesting," Jingle turned around to see a black cloaked figure standing no more than ten feet from him. "I came here checking up on Sinclair and instead I find you…," Jingle stepped back a pace. He tried to speak but a nagging voice in him told him to keep his mouth shut. The figure seemed to cock its head within the cloak. "Do you remember who I am…or is this someone else altogether?" The figure questioned. Jingle's mouth zipped shut. His breathing slowed and an invisible force kept him glued to the spot he was. "Well I guess there is only one way to find out…," Without another word the figure pulled back its hood and through the cloak away, revealing who it truly was. The wind ruffled the fawn's white fur and its eyes were mellowed over in grey. He had a long scar that ran down the side of his left check that tarnished his otherwise strikingly handsome features. Jingle fell down into the cold snow as he stared up at a phantom. The fawn cocked his head at him. "Is that you…Jingle?" When Jingle heard his name he almost had a stroke. He got up shivering, their eye's meeting.

"How…how do you know my name?" He said trying to regain his composer. The fawn smiled and without warning embraced Jingle in a vice-like hug.

"So it is you, oh joy to the Gods! You have no idea how long we've been searching for you…my god Drake almost gave up. We thought you were dead. How did you ever manage to beat the devil himself all by yourself?" Jingle stepped back from the embrace and looked at the fawn with new eyes…searching….searching the deepest part of his memory to see if he could remember this fawn. Something popped up in his head…a friend…his other best friend…Dan! A tear fell out of Jingle's eye at the thought of forgetting his best friend. Dan, they had been friends ever since…when? He fell down to the ground as another tear slid down his face, his memory was turning again. The fawn went over and picked him up. "Jingle what's wrong?" Jingle looked up at him and breathed the name.

"Dan…?" The fawn's eyes lit up.

"So you do remember! Oh to joys! I would love to catch up but I'm in the middle of something very important…," He said falling back unto a log and sighing. "I've been traveling for days now following Sinclair…and then this…the village…are you following him too…?" The fawn's voice trailed off. Jingle wiped away the two tears that had escaped his eyes and took a deep breath.

"No…but we came upon this just as it happened," He sighed. "Dan…if that is you and not my head playing horrible tricks on me…me…I don't know what to say…no…I can't remember what to say…," Dan winked at him.

"You don't have to say anything, I'm just glad your alright. Why are you here...Rosie didn't foresee anything out of the ordinary and you are...certainly a surprise,"

"I am currently helping the Chosen of destiny find his friend Cynder that helped save me when I was attacked by very strange bandits," Dan laughed in surprise.

"What an odd occurrence indeed...so did you see him?"

"Who?"

"...never mind, maybe it's best you forgot about all that anyway," Jingle frowned but did not push the subject. "Well Jingle...I know you are helping someone right now, but I will have to ask you to come back with me...can you...," The fawn stopped in mid sentence. He looked at Jingle and then swore. "Jingle...I have no way of picking you up and I have just got the strangest orders...so please...whatever you do...be careful,"

"What the hell do you mean...you're right here!" Dan laughed.

"Nope...your asleep buddy. Don't worry this isn't a regular dream...it would be to hard to explain it to you right now and I have to hurry...but I promise I'll take you home soon...until next time, farewell," With that he flicked Jingle's snout.

"What…?" Jingle stood bolt upright and the snow fell off of him. The forest was empty…nobody was in sight for miles. Dan…he remembered him now…now that his cruel memory felt he could. He could only remember the name…and that was even more torment then forgetting him altogether. Jingle slowly rose out of the snow and took to the air with a single flap of his wings. He rose up into the sky and headed back into Woodshire. Going into a dive he descended and just before he would make a large and bloody crater, turned his wings upward landing neatly with a soft thud among the wreckage of a small house. He walked through the depression of the town once more and into Jordon's house. Jordon was no longer on the couch and he sensed that Spyro was no longer asleep. As if he called upon him with some mental command Spyro emerged from the kitchen…a large hunk of lamb in his mouth. When he spotted Jingle he rolled his eyes and flopped on the couch gnawing on his food.

"I shee youf come back," Spyro said through a mouthful of food. He swallowed. "So how was Jordon? Was she fierce in bed or did she just lie back and take it?" He said bitterly. Jingle stared at him hard and thought about punching him…but no, he could solve this in another way.

"If we're going to find your girlfriend we better get moving…and you should not put your nose were it does not belong," He said calmly. "If you really must know I don't know…I turned her away," He sniffed. Spyro's mouth fell open and his eye twitched.

"Are...are you…are you gay? Cause that's cool too I mean…I'm fine with that too but," Jingle had to really restrain himself from punching the purple dragon now. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"No…idiot …I turned her down because I made a promise to someone else…," Spyro cocked his head.

"To who…?" He inquired. Jingle smiled a little and thought back to his most precious of all his memories…Hailey, his last bastion of hope that his mind could not take from him.

"The most beautiful dragon in the entire universe…," He said realizing how corny he sounded…but he didn't care. "Hailey…," Spyro felt the same sympathy he felt for Jingle back in the square. Jingle's long life was no gift…more like a curse. Dragon's already lived for many more years than other beings but Jingle…well Jingle lived more than anyone else. It must have taken a lot out of him to see all his loved ones age and die…and then forget about some of them…the thought was unbearable.

"You must have really loved her…," Spyro began to say but stopped. Jingle's smile widened.

"If my…memory serves me right, yes…I did," Jingle's smile disappeared as he looked around for Jordon. "Where is…Jordon anyway?" Spyro shrugged.

"When I came down she was gone…but…-," Spyro never answered fully as the door to the house slammed open and Travis along with four other powerful looking dragons charged in. Travis roared and dived full speed at Jingle. He was surprisingly fast for one so large but Jingle had already saw him coming and easily sidestepped avoiding the attack. Spyro dodged to the right as well causing Travis to crash into the couch breaking it in half. The other dragons surrounded them and blocked their escape. Travis spit out couch and reared up to his full height.

"Murderer…I knew you couldn't be trusted! Where's Jordon? She didn't come to today's meeting! What did you do to her?" He screamed picking Jingle up by the neck.

"Sir…calm down, Jingle didn't do anything…he was here with me all morning!" Spyro said trying to pry Travis claws off of Jingles throat, but for some reason Jingle showed no signs of discomfort. Travis glared at Spyro.

"Just like he was with you when he attacked the town? Shut-up before I skin you alive as I will do him…just...like...you...did...to...my...mate!" Travis spit in Jingle's face. Jingle sighed and with one huge flap of his wings he sent the whole of Travis's bulk into the wall. Jingle shook his head.

"I know trying to reason with you is a futile effort, but I'll try anyway. I feel for your loss, believe me I DO…but I did not kill her nor did I do anything to Jordon. If you want to find her alive you better stop acting so belligerent…because what ever it is it wants me," Travis got up and brushed himself off.

"You're lying! I saw you…I saw you do it…right in front of me! I couldn't do anything about but you made me watch…you...made me...WATCH!" He screamed holding his head and charged once more at Jingle. He swung his tail at Jingle's face, which was large and mace-like. Spyro acted first. He got between his tail and Jingle and with all of his strength caught the tail in midair. Travis blinked once before Spyro opened his jaws and let out a beam of ice that froze him intensely in place with a look of shock painted on his features. Spyro turned to Jingle and winked.

"You owe me," Jingle shook his head and sniffed.

"I would have moved in time…you simply just acted upon your own will again," Spyro turned to the other dragons and addressed them.

"He's fine…just frozen. You can break him open or let him thaw…I don't care which you do," Jingle nodded and began leaving with Spyro in tow.

"Oh and if you could address the other elders I have gone with the chosen to save Jordon and his girlfriend," Spyro punched him in the shoulder hard but Jingle shrugged it off. He stepped outside and sniffed the air. He could smell nothing but death and decay…but something odd was there…something that didn't belong. "We best keep moving west…that seems to be the theme of this wave of destruction…west," Spyro nodded and they both winged into the sky away from the rising sun and following a trail of blood.

"So what's west?" Spyro said as they were gliding through the air. Jingle shook his head.

"Many things…but…if my memory serves me right…west would be the Great Sea…and my birthplace,"