Inside Spyro's dream.

Looking around Spyro saw that he was in front of his old home. He opened the door and walked inside, but was shocked to see what was inside. All of the furniture on the ceiling. In fact, everything was upside down. From the table that sat on the ceiling to the torches whose flame was pointing towards the ground, but this was not what surprised Spyro the most. Inside waiting for him were Terrador and Nova with large smiles upon their faces.

"Good morning Spyro, how are you this fine morning?" asked Nova

"I…I'm doing fine, thank you for asking mom." Spyro said, confused yet charmed by the polite attitude.

"Now what are you doing standing there in the door way for, come over here and give your old man a hug?" said Terrador leaning downward so that he was eye level with Spyro.

All doubts in his mind vanished and he over to his parents and hugged Terrador's arm, while Terrdor wrapped his arms around him. Spyro felt his mother nuzzle him and said "Spyro we love you so much."

"I love you to mom and dad."

Spyro then felt something start to pull on his tail. He looked behind him but no one was there. He then felt something start to pull hard on his tail, and started dragging him backwards towards the door. Spyro dug his claw into the ground but whatever was pulling him only pulled even harder. Panicking Spyro called out for his mom and dad to help him, but when he looked back at them they were still in the same position that they were in before, as if they were frozen in time. Spyro looked back behind him again and saw the door grow closer and closer. Once he was out the door the door slammed shut. Spyro felt whatever held his tail let go, and he ran back to the door. When he opened it he was in a white room, and saw the figure from his previous dream sitting there. Just like his other dream the figure reached out towards Spyro. Just as the figure was about to grab Spyro he woke up.

In reality

Spyro gasped as he woke up all of a sudden. He looked around the room and remembered where he was. Calming down from his dream he got up and let the newspapers that he used as a blanket slide off his back. He winced as he felt some of his wounds reopen when he stood. He let out a sigh before memories from yesterday's conversation came back to him.

"Open your eyes Spyro, who in their right mind would do something like this to their own son, and still love them?" Despite this, he still thought that they loved him, or else why would they keep him for this long?

Still confused Spyro figured some fresh air would help him think.

Spyro limped down the street trying his best to ignore both the pain in his body from the wounds and all the stares the other civilians would give him as he tried to think about his parents not loving him. "Why didn't I ever figure this out before?" he thought to himself "all the misery I put myself through for what? Just to be beaten and bruised? I thought that was my purpose in this life, to make mother and father happy. To always cheer them up in what I can only guess are tough times, but now that I think about it I only made things worse. I only made their life harder to bear. That must be why I was punished. Because I was a terrible son. No wonder they never loved me. No, no that can't be right. I did everything I could to help them out and they didn't show me any appreciation. All I did was work and work for them and what do I get in return? Another bruise, to add to my 'collection'. No, that can't be it either. They did keep me safe from the outside world. They never let me leave the house because they knew what everyone would think of me and what they would do to me, and they only gave me so many chores to do around the house so I wouldn't be bored all the time, or pester them. But then why thought they throw me out if that were so?

"Damn it why does this have to be so hard to figure out?" asked Spyro out loud to no one in particular? That was when he noticed where he was. He was in the park that was in the middle of the city. He often found himself roaming here whenever he got the chance to leave his parents' home which was very rare. He wasn't sure why but there was something about the place that seemed so magical to him. Maybe it was the way the lake glistened in the sun light, or maybe it was all the different color birds that flew around, or maybe, just maybe it was the fresh sent of nature that made him feel at ease, or maybe it was just the combination of all three. Spyro didn't know but he didn't care. He started roaming the park.

However, the once magical place that he dearly remembered seemed bleak. As if all the magic that he once saw in this place was sucked away. Being in hear made him feel only worse.

When he came across the lake he peered over the edge of the bank and looked at his reflection in the water. As he started into his own reflation, some thought came to mind. Usually he would think what if he had red or green scales like his parents? How would this differ from the life he has now? He thought about this, every time he came to the lake, but this time it was different. He didn't know if it was because of recent events or not, but now all he could think about how much easier it would be if he were to just disappear from this world. All he had to do was walk into the lake and never resurface, and just like that he would be gone. And who would miss him. The only person who ever shown any form a remorse for him was Cynder but they just met. Surely his death wouldn't affect her, would it?

Once he decided it would be for the best Spyro took a deep breath and started to walk into the lake. As the water started to creep up his legs, he still held his breath so that it would end quicker. The water reached his torso and he felt a stinging sensation as the water started to seep into his open wounds. Then when he no longer felt the ground underneath his paws he let gravity take over as he sunk into the watery depth. Soon he lost the last of the oxygen left inside him as he gasped for air, only for his lungs to be filled with water. His head became dizzy and his body became numb as his eye sight darkened. And that when he felt someone, grab hold of him and pull him upwards.

Spyro would have tried to struggle, to get out of the creature's grasp so that he could just leave this world, but his mind went blank and he couldn't get his body to respond. When his head was above water, his natural instincts kicked in and he took a breath full of air and started coughing out the water in his lungs. Spyro didn't try to fight back as the figure pulled him to the bank. He could have sworn that his 'savior' said something but his mind was all fogged up so all he head were inaudible mumbles. When he felt the ground beneath him once again, his head started to clear. He took a look at who tried to save him and saw that it was Cynder that was carrying him back to the bank. When they reached the bank Spyro could hear Cynder's heavy breathing, and could feel her eye's glary at the back of his head, but he just laid there not saying a word.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Cynder shouted catching her breath. When Spyro didn't respond she said "Look, I know that whatever you are going through is hard but it isn't worth killing yourself. You can find a way to get through it."

"Why?" Spyro asked while he was still not facing her. "Why did you even bother saving me? Why didn't you just leave me there?"

Cynder didn't respond at first, as she was taken back a little by the question. "Because Spyro I believe that life shouldn't be just thrown away like that. You should cherish everything that you have and never let go of it no matter what happens."

Spyro felt anger grow inside him when he heard this. He slowly stood up and faced her, with tears in his eyes "But don't you see. I have nothing. I have nothing to hold on to. NOTHING TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THERE IS A PURPOSE TO GO ON" he continued to shout. "You say that we all have something to cherish, but there is nothing for me. No would care if I'm gone."

"That is not true." whispered Cynder. "I would care."

Spyro only gave her a confused look.

"I know that we just met and everything but I won't let you give up on life. Not as long as I am here to help. It's like I said before we 'monsters' have to stick together right?" said Cynder as a smile crept onto her face.

Spyro was at a total loss for words.

"Now look what you have done" Cynder said trying to be playful. You messed up all of my bandages, now I have to go and get more to wrap you up in."

Spyro couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. As Cynder started to leave towards her home he called her name.

"Yes Spyro?" She looked back at him with a bright smile on her face that broke through the darkness that was looming his mind. Spyro couldn't help but return the smile.

"Thanks."

Cynder smiled and draped a wing over the purple dragon and as they made their way back to Cynder's home she said "Anytime."