Cynder was relaxing on her bed, something she had never done before she was arrested, but it was something she could do in excess now.

She was reading one of the books Volteer sent. This one was titled, "Proper Care for Baby Dragons, a Book for Mothers, by Mothers."

She was almost halfway through it, but one question went through her mind.

Why did Volteer have this book?

She wasn't exactly sure she wanted to know however.

She turned the page and an image of a red Dragoness with a look of pain on her face.

She read aloud, but quiet enough to where only she would hear it.

'"Chapter 5, Laying the Egg. Egg laying is very painful and younger mothers will experience more pain, but here are a few tips to make it easier. Number 1: Make sure you are standing in the proper position. Forelegs straight and hindlegs bent to the point where your tail is almost on the ground. When done correctly it allows gravity to help the egg along. However, despite how exhausted you may be, you mustn't sit down until you move. If you sit down directly after laying you will crush the egg. Number 2: Painkillers will help ease the pain if they are available. Take them once your labor starts and when the pain starts to return, take another dose. Continue until you are done. Number 3: Done get into the position stated in Number 1 until your body tells you it's time to start pushing. Your energy will not last as long if you get into the "Ready Position" before you are ready. Labor is known as labor because it is difficult, but these tips should help make it more tolerable." Hm, good to know."

Cynder dog-eared the page and closed the book.

She looked at her stomach.

She looked way overweight. She would be ready to lay in a few weeks, maybe even a few days.

She had tried to get medical assistance, but the guard told her that in prison you are on your own. She would get no help.

It didn't matter to her. She could handle it. She and Spyro fought and defeated a giant Golem, the Destroyer, even if only temporarily, and Malefor himself for Ancestors' sake! She could handle this! She was Cynder! Former Terror of the Skies! A hero of Warfang! Mate of Legendary Purple Dragon Spyro! This was nothing!

Right?

(Time Change... 10 Days Later...)

'OW FUCK ME!'

SHECOULDN'TDOTHISSHECOUNLDN'TDOTHIS!

She was NOT ready for this pain.

She went into labor 1 hour ago and finally her body told her it was time to start.

'GAH FUCK MY (Beepbeepbeepbeepbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep)!'

'QUIET IN THER!'

'SHUT IT BUDDY I'M GIVING BIRTH HERE!'

'WELL DO IT QUIETLY!'

'YOU WANNA TRY THIS YOU BASTARD!'

'I WOULDN'T CRY LIKE A BITCH!'

'YOU WANNA FIGHT!? I AM THE TERROR OF THE SKIES!'

'Oh! Sorry ma'am!'

Prison was sleepless that night.

(Time Change... That Morning...)

Cynder woke up. She had passed out last night.

The egg! Where was it!?

She glanced around, but quickly discovered the sticky red egg in her forepaws.

She did it.

She had no one to help her, but she did it.

Yeah.

Of course she did it.

Piece of cake.

No she wasn't crying. What are you talking about?

She didn't cry.

You didn't see anything!