Spyro stood in a dark room. He couldn't even see two feet in front of him, but still he explored the area. As he explored the place was completely empty, when all of a sudden a campfire appeared out of nowhere. A chill ran down Spyro's spine, as a wave of cold wind blow over him. He ran towards the fire in seek of its warmth. When he reached it however, he felt no warmth from it. Instead he only felt colder, by standing by it. Suddenly he heard his father's voice.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a dragon watch what you are doing."

This was then followed by his mother's voice.

" You're an insignificant worm, what do you think you are doing?"

Then blast's voice.

"Well if it isn't Spyro the reject dragon."

Then the three voices repeated themselves, and started to grow louder.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a dragon watch what you are doing."

"You're an insignificant worm, what do you think you are doing?"

"Well if it isn't Spyro the reject dragon."

Then they were repeated over and over again until they echoed in his head as they grew louder and louder.

You pathetic excuse for a dragon watch what you are doing, You insignificant worm, what do you think you are doing Well if it isn't Spyro the reject dragon You pathetic excuse for a dragon watch what you are doing You insignificant worm, what do you think you are doing Well if it isn't Spyro the reject dragon YOU'RE A PATHWTIC EXSCUSE FOR A DRAGON WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU INSIGNIFICANT WORM, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WELL IF IT ISNT SPYRO THE REJECT DRGON YOU'RE A PATHWTICEXSCUSEFORADRAGONWATCHWHATYOUAREDOINGYO UINSIGNIFICANTWORMWHATDOYOUTHINKYOUAREDOINGWELLIFI TISNTSPYROTHEREJECTDRGON.

Spyro fell to the ground covering his ears, with his paws and shut his eyes trying to stop the voices but he could still hear them echoing in the room. Slowly the voices died down, until they completely stopped. When Spyro opened his eyes he saw that he was now in a pure white room and that the campfire was gone, instead a black mist shaped like a dragon stood in front of Spyro. The creature lifted its paw towards Spyro, and just as it was about to grab hold of Spyro, he woke up.

Back in reality

When he opened his eye's he noticed that he was in a dark room. Only this time the dark room felt more comfortable than the one in his dream. As his eye started to adjust to the dark he tried to stand. Upon standing pain shoot through his body and he fell back down with a grunt.

"Please don't try and stand your wounds haven't fully healed yet." came a female's voice "Stay here I will get you something to help ease the pain."

While the unknown person was gone Spyro's eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and noticed that he was wrapped up in what he could only guess was make shift bandages. He then took a look around the room he was in and figured that it must have been extremely old because there were cracks all along the stone wall's as well as covered with mold, and he could feel a slight draft coming from the nearby wall. The floor was in a similar condition. Spyro wouldn't be all that surprised if the building caved in at any moment. He then noticed that he was lying in a make sift bed made out of old newspaper.

When the stranger came back he noticed that it was a black dragoness with a maroon underbelly. She also had green eyes and six horns pointing backwards out of her head.

"Here drink this." said the dragoness as she handed him a wooden cup.

Spyro took the cup and asked "what is this."

"It's a tea made from Sweet Violets, it will ease some of the pain."

Seeing no reason to doubt this dragoness, Spyro started to drink the tea. Once the medicine took effect, Spyro slowly started to stand up. Spyro then started to shiver form the cold air coming from the cracks in the walls.

"Here let me start a fire." said the dragoness.

She left the room and came back a few minutes later with several pieces of wood.

Spyro got as close as possible to the fire when it was lit, taking in the heat. He then said, "I don't mean to be rude but, where are we and who are you?"

"This is my home, and my name is Cynder. What about you, what is your name?"

"My name is Spyro. Did you bring me here?"

"Yes, I saw the condition you were in so I brought you here to patch you up. What happened to you?"

"Oh nothing much, me and my parents just got into a small fight is all." Spyro shrugged, as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Well considering the condition you are in; I would be scared to see your parents get into a big fight with you."

"Not that I'm ungrateful for what you have done, but why did you help me?" asked Spyro

"Why not?"

"Don't you think that I'm a freak, or some sort of monster?"

"No, why would you think that?"

"Because everyone I know thinks I'm just a monster, all because I have purple scales."

"I guess then we have something in common than."

Spyro's heart skipped a beat. Could it be true, was there someone like him?

"How so?"

"Others think that I am a monster as well, all because they think I will become like my father." Cynder said, with a sad look in her eyes.

"If you don't mind me asking, but who was your father."

"My father was Malefor."

"I don't understand. just because your father started a large war and killed hundreds or people, that doesn't mean you will be anything like him."

"That is what I have said to others, but they still think that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Cynder said bitterly.

The two of them sat there in silence, as they stared at the fire. Spyro then took a look outside one of the windows, and noticed how late it was getting.

"Oh, I must be going. Thank you Cynder for all of your help, but I have to leave."

"Wait why?" asked Cynder confused.

"I have to go home, my parents need me to cook them their dinner, and clean the house, along with several other chores." Spyro said as he made his way towards the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Cynder called as she guarded the doorway "You are not going anywhere near that place."

"But they need me, and they will get mad at me if I'm not there."

"Look at yourself Spyro! look at what they have done to you. Do you really want to go back to them knowing that they might do the same thing to you again? Just look at yourself your covered head to toe in bandages."

"As long as I don't mess up again they won't do anything like this ever again. Besides I'm sure they are looking everywhere for me. After all they love me."

"Open your eyes Spyro! Who in their right mind would do something like this to their own son, and still love them?"

Deep down Spyro knew that Cynder was right, and a few tears started to form as he started facing the truth about his parents. But he didn't want to believe it.

"But were will I go, were will I stay?"

"You can stay here with me, after all us monsters got to stick together. Am I right?" Cynder tried to get Spyro to smile.

"I… I need to be alone right know."

With a look of defeat on her face Cynder said "Ok, I will just be down the hall if you need me."

"Thanks." said Spyro as he made his way to the pile of newspapers.

"Oh and Spyro… don't do anything you will regret ok?" Cynder asked. She waited in the door frame waiting for an answer, but left when Spyro just stayed quiet.