It was as if time has stopped, Spyro's corpse drifted in darkness aimlessly. He could not move; as the very essence of life has been ripped away from him. He stares at the darkness; though his brain cannot register what he saw. Blood stopped flowing inside him, and it began to turn brown due to oxidation. He could not breathe; and the wound that Demitri caused cannot heal. This is the feeling of death.
His conscience lies elsewhere, in a world that he does not know. Where is it? Not even the most brilliant mortal can answer that. Even the simple question of 'What is life?' has been debated for many eons. However, to Spyro… young Spyro… he understands life in a different perspective. "Being dead does not mean you're not alive; as long as everyone remembers you when you're gone, you'll… you'll come back." Spyro said once. Such mentality a young dragon has!
Only time will tell whether Spyro is able to return or not. Spyro's new journey thus begins!
Lying somewhere in the eternal darkness…
... is a dragon that holds infinite power…
... a power that has the potential to save the world from chaos.
The dragon; floating aimlessly in the darkness…
… with no life nor blood running in his veins.
Though Death has claimed his life…
… his epic adventure will never stop!
Drifting in the eternal darkness…
… the legend will rise once more…
The Chronicles of Spyro the Dragon
-Chapter 11: The Dragon without a Heart-
Spyro felt pain on his chest. "Oh, he's moving!" a familiar voice said. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw blood all over his body. He saw another purple dragon that looked all too familiar to him right by his side. "S-Son…?" Spyro called out softly. "Dad… you're injured, it's better for you to rest." Wagner said, holding his right hand. "B-But… where are we…?" Spyro asked. He could not see very well, as his visions are getting blur by the second. "Rest up first, I'll be here." Wagner said. Succumbing to his pain and weakness, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Wagner looked around. It seemed that they were locked in a cell. Wagner could not do anything. He just walked around and sat down next to his sleeping father. His neck ached occasionally. Marks of Demitri's hands were still visible there. "Did we die?" Wagner thought in his mind. He does not have a clue where they are, whether they are living or not nor how are things back in the palace. "Two dragons today! We are in luck!" a voice shrieked. "Queen Orpheus would definitely be happy to torture any one of them!" another voice shrieked back.
Wagner has no idea who Orpheus was, nor what they were talking about. He felt so helpless. He started to cry, as he saw streams of blood flowing from his father's chest every time he breathed. There was no heart to pump the blood, so the blood just flowed out from the lungs and out of his body. Wagner knew his father was in pain every time he breathed as he saw hints of teardrops coming from his father's eyes as well. Feeling desperate, he rushed towards the bars that confined them.
"Please…! My father needs a heart! Please…!" Wagner cried. "Shut up!" a voice shrieked. "Shout one more time and you'll be punished!" another voice added on. Wagner remained quiet after that. He walked back to Spyro and weeped softly; covering his face on the bloody sheets that covered Spyro's bed.
Meanwhile in the cell next to theirs, Leon was laying on his bed, looking at Signus. "Say… they said there were two dragons today. I wonder who they are?" Leon asked. "Beats me, Leon. It's not like we're connected to them or anything." Signus replied, sounding much friendlier; compared to the first time they talked. "That's true, but it's nice to know." Leon answered. "What? You're a busybody?" Signus asked, laughing. "N-No! I-It's just…" Leon stammered. "Relax, I was just kidding." Signus assured him. Breathing a sigh of relief, Leon smiled and turned away from Signus.
"You sleep soon, Signus. We have to collect bones again tomorrow." Leon said. "Got'cha." Signus replied. Leon closed his eyes; but he could not sleep. Moments later, he could hear Signus's snores coming from the other side of the cell. "I wonder how Wagner and Spyro is? I hope they're both okay…" Leon thought in his mind. Feeling tired, he dozed off.
As Wagner fell asleep from crying too much, Spyro turned to Wagner and opened his eyes. "Don't cry, son… its okay." Spyro whispered, patting Wagner's head. Spyro felt sharp pain every time he breathed. A pain that almost no mortal can bear. "I'll be alright, my son… I'll be alright…" Spyro whispered again; finally closing his eyes once more to sleep.
Meanwhile, Demitri was looking at Spyro's heart back in the cave. "I really want to crush it…" Demitri grunted. "You must not. It's essential for my revival." a cold voice around him said. Spyro's heart was still beating, even after leaving its host for days. "Now, we need the hearts of the one Spyro loves. Why don't you track down that black dragoness now?" the voice suggested. "Affirmative. I shall return with her heart." Demitri said. As soon as he finished his sentence, he turned back and left the cave.
"When I come back… I shall rule this land… no! The whole universe!!" the voice shouted menacingly.
