Chapter 13

Amarak could have sworn he had heard the Shriek in this area. But all that was there was a roadblock, in the form of a corroded and fallen rock formation. Their was also some blood. After looking around some, he spotted a trail of blood going off of the path. He sniffed at it. Not a normal scent at all. Still, he followed it.

As he came over a small hill, he saw the trail wind down into a small cave. He followed closely. This blood was fresh. He followed it down into the cave. He saw a dark shape, curled into a ball ,and twitching occasionally. As he drew closer, he realized it was a young Dragoness, scarcely older than his own son. She had black scales, and a pinkish red belly.

Her neck had a horrible bite mark in it. He slowly approached her. "hey... are you okay?" he asked. She slowly and weakly lifted her head. She said nothing, but her now dull green eyes stared at him, as though he were an illusion. "who are you...?" the young Dragoness croaked, before her head hit the floor.

"Hey!" Amarak came up to her side, and checked her pulse. it was there, if barely. "what on earth happened to you?" he muttered. Slowly, he picked her up, and exited the cave. She groaned in pain quietly in her near-death slumber. Amarak made his way back too the wagon. He knew exactly who this Dragoness was. She was Cynder.

Soon enough, the wagon came into view. He came to a soft landing, and set Cynder down. Loyran came up. "Who's this?" he asked.

"Her? I think it's Cynder." Amarak said. Loyran looked at the bite wound on her neck. "Not good..." he muttered.

"get some healing supplies." Amarak said as he picked Cynder back up. He set Cynder gently into the back of the wagon, as Loyran came up with medical supplies, and brought them to the back of the wagon. Amarak took some cloth, and placed them on the wound on her neck. There was a good shot she wouldn't survive, Amarak knew, but he wasn't in allegiance with warfang, so he would help her.

Cynder looked around. "where am I?" she asked. It appeared to be some kind of barren wasteland. There were blood stains all over the ground. Then, came the dragon skeletons. Large and foreboding, half worn away by the harsh landscape around them. She took a step. "Hello! Is anyone here!" She called out.

Then, the dirt began to stir. Looking at it, she realized that it was breaking apart, and half decayed apes, cheetahs, and other creatures were pulling their way out of the ground. Towards her. "What's happening?" Cynder asked, terrified. She backed away slowly, as an entire army of half decayed corpses and skeletons rose form the ground.

Then, she saw him. Spyros corpse had also risen form the ground, and was advancing towards her. These were all of the beings she had killed, and let down, who didn't deserve it. She watched as the Zombie-like Spyro advanced towards her. She gulped. "Please... forgive me for what I've done to you." She cried weakly.

Spyro didn't seem to comprehend her words. She sighed, and bowed her head. "I'm sorry..." And the armies leapt forth. She screamed in indescribable agony as her flesh was ripped form her bones, and she saw his eyes Spyros dark, terrifying eyes, as he bit deep into her throat. Her screams died to whimpering, and a begging for mercy.

Suddenly, she woke up. She let out a cry of pain, and fear, and looked around, gasping for breath. She saw she was in a wagon. It was large with a number of crate,s barrels, and sacks in it. She finally regained her self control, and tried to stand. She was stopped by a young green dragon, about her age she hadn't noticed before.

"Easy, easy... You've had one helluva close call." the dragon said. Cynder stared blankly at him. Finally, she lay back down. "you should have left me to die..." she said.''