They arrived at the dragon temple. Cynder was still steaming. "I'm gonna find Ember and I'm gonna-"

"Cynder!" They turned to see Flame down the halls.

"Flame, what's wrong?"

"Cynder, it's Spyro. He's been hurt really bad."

"What?"

"Come with me. He's in the hospital wing."

Cynder, Cyril, and Penumbra followed Flame to the hospital wing. The doctor was standing at the door. "Cynder! There you are!"

"Doctor, what's wrong with Spyro? What happened to my husband? !" She began to cry.

"He was hit in the abdomen. He's bleeding internally."

"No... What happened?"

"We don't know."

"Let me see him. I want to see him!"

"Of course. This way." They followed him to the emergency room. Spyro was laying on a table with several stitches in his gut.

"Spyro!" Cynder ran to the table and cried even more. "Spyro... Don't go..."

"Who... Who are you?"

"I'm your guardian angel, Spyro. I won't let you die," she said to comfort him.

"An angel?"

"Yes." She was still crying.

"You have beautiful wings." It took all his strength to speak.

"We had to open his abdomen to operate. He is very lucky to be alive."

"My poor Spyro... I love you, Spyro."

Spyro reached for a piece of paper he had. "Angel... can you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"If I die... give this to my wife. I wish I could remember her name." He gave her the paper.

She tearfully replied, "Spyro, you are not going to die! You can't die!"

"Please... give that to her if I die."

Cynder walked out in tears with the paper in her claws. Her parents followed.

"Cynder... what does it say?"

She opened the paper and read aloud. "I have been hurt. I don't remember being hit, but I feel hurt. I don't have much time to write. I'm sorry I can't remember your name. But know that I love you. It's odd. I don't remember you, or the wedding, but I remember what I said to you. I said: You are a wonderful creature. Your very nature is in your beauty. Your black scales are like the midnight sky. Your magenta chest and wings are like the rising sun. Your nine beautiful horns stand for what you are; strong, beautiful, caring, loving, passionate, understanding, brave, humble, and mesmerizing. I love you. I just wanted you to know that even if I die, you still have a place in my heart." By the time she finished reading, Cynder was crying hard.

"Cynder. Spyro will be okay," said Cyril.

"I don't want my baby to grow up without a dad!"

"Excuse me." They turned to see Volteer. Behind him were Terrador and Ember. "We came to see how Spyro was doing."

Cynder's eyes filled with rage as she saw Ember. "You!"

"What?"

"It's your fault Spyro has Alzheimer's!"

"How dare you accuse my daughter?" asked Terrador.

Cyril stepped forward. "It's true, Terrador."

"Spyro has Alzheimer's?" Ember was shocked.

"It's your fault!" Cynder repeated.

"How is it my fault?"

"We know you tried to give him False Memory Elixir! You put it in his mead! Mixing it with alcohol gave him Alzheimer's!"

Terrador turned to his daughter. "Is this true?"

Ember was too stunned to answer.

The doctor came outside. "I don't know about any elixir. But I know that Ember is responsible for Spyro's injury."

"What? !" everyone shouted.

"We found saliva on Spyro's neck. It matches Ember's DNA."

"You hurt Spyro?" Cynder grew even more angry.

"I... I... I..."

"Ember," Terrador began. "If this is true, then you must pay the consequences. It pains me to do this to my daughter... but you are hereby sentenced to death!"

"No!"

"Tomorrow you shall be drawn and quartered. I'm sorry, but you are not above the law."

"No! I won't go!" Ember had lost whatever shred of sanity she had and went berserk. She knocked her father to the ground and tackled Cynder. Cyril and Penumbra tried to stop her, but she threw them against the wall. She then started to choke Cynder. "DIE!"

Just as Cynder was about to pass out, a large explosion pushed Ember away. As everyone got up, they saw a man standing in the center of the room. He looked human, but he had dragon wings, horns, and claws. He wore a jacket, boots, and biker jeans. His hair and clothes were blood red. His eyes were pale. A whip magically appeared in his hand. He cracked the whip and it wrapped around Ember's throat.

"Who are you?" asked Cynder.

"My name is Mark. I am the Dragonlord."