When Spyro woke up he found himself in the same bed he woke up in earlier that day. That was when he remembered what happened earlier. He felt very strange, now that he only had the one wing. He sat up to get a better look at the remains of his right wing, and saw that it was now nothing but a stump. He tried to stand up only to become off balance with the one wing and fell over. Spyro tried to stand again, only to fall once more. He tried several more times until he was able to stand. He then stared trying to walk, but once again fell over. Spyro felt like he was like a hatchling that just broke out of its egg, as he had trouble doing such simple movements. He was glad that Cynder was not here to watch him. After what felt like hours to Spyro, he was finally able to run without toppling over. Now that he was able to move around, he felt the need to be as close to the sky as possible. He left the room and saw Cynder and Hunter silently sitting in a chair, waiting for him.

When they noticed that he was awake Cynder asked "how do you feel Spyro?"

Her words fell onto deaf ears, as Spyro ignored her, and stared walking up the stairs that lead to the roof. Cynder was about to follow him, but she felt a paw on her shoulder. She looked up at Hunter, who only shook his head at her. Cynder let out a sigh. She felt so useless not being able to help her friend.

Up on the roof, Spyro stared up into the skies deep in thought. "How did all of this happen? Was it because I am being punished for what Malefor did? Was his death not enough of a punishment for all the death he caused, or does I just deserve this? Am I being punished for just being myself? Is who I am that bad of a person?" That is when Spyro saw two small birds fly overhead. Now that he thought about it he never did learn how to fly. He thought about asking Cynder how to once his wing healed. He felt anger and jealousy start to boil up inside him as he watched to two birds dance around in the air. Oh how he wished that could have been him and Cynder up there, flying without a care in the world. Soon he couldn't take it anymore, and he tried to roast the two birds with a fire ball, only to have a small puff of smoke to escape his muzzle. As he heard the birds tweet and dance around, he couldn't help but feel like they were laughing at him as his anger grew even larger. "It's all their fault. It's all Mom and Dad fault. It's all Terrador's, and Nova's fault" thought Spyro as he started to bare his teeth at the two birds. "When I find them I will kill them" He felt his anger rise even more, until he took a deep breath and felt his anger leave him as he exhaled. "Who am I kidding? I can't even kill a couple of stupid birds". He stayed quite a bit longer, listening to the tweets until he could not take it anymore and went back down stairs.

"Do you feel any better?" asked Hunter.

"I will be fine, but my stump is starting to sting." Spyro said, cringing when he said stump.

"I know how to fix that, but it's not here. I will go get it." said Hunter before running off.

The two dragons remained silent, as they waited for Hunter to return. Cynder decided to strike up a conversation with Spyro, but when she looked towards him she saw that he had tears falling down his muzzle.

"You sure you are alright Spyro?"

"No I'm not Cynder. I feel like a part of me is missing, and I don't mean my just my wing. It feels like a part of me was lost along with it" Spyro said depressingly. "Even as we speak it feels like I still have my wing, and I have this urge to jump off the roof here and start flying around, but I now that will never happen. You know, I never did learn to fly. In fact, I was going to ask you to teach me how to when the bandages were removed."

"I know what you are going through; it's never easy to…"

"NO YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE" shouted Spyro. "You have always been able to fly. You felt what it was like to have the breeze swirl around you. You have been able to soar around with the birds without a care in the world. I never have been able to do that. I can only dream what it is like. What have you ever lost? Nothing but your damn mother, but you can still cherish the memories of the two of you. Imagine what it would have been like if you never knew your mother and when you do find her she's on her death bed, and then you might possibly might know what's it's like!"

Cynder lowered her head in shame. "I'm sorry Spyro. You are, right I don't know what it's like; I was just trying to comfort you. I didn't mean to anger you." Spyro came to the realization that he snapped at her.

"No, it's alright." He said with a sigh. "I should be the one saying sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

"How about we just leave it at, we are both idiots and that we are sorry for being an idiot?" Cynder suggested.

Spyro couldn't help but cheer up a little at this comment. "Thanks Cynder."

Cynder pulled Spyro into a hug and said "your welcome Spyro, and just know that if you are having trouble with anything I will be there to help you."

"I know you will."

When Hunter returned Spyro and Cynder broke off their hug. Hunter then handed Spyro a root.

"What's this?" asked Spyro.

"This is a Valerian Root. It won't taste very good, but it acts as a pain reliever."

Spyro tried to eat it, only to have his tastes buds feel like they were about to rot away as the foul taste spread throughout his tongue. Hunter encouraged him to finish the whole thing. Once he finished eating the root, a shiver ran up his spine, as he could still taste it in the back of his throat. Hunter handed him a small chunk of meat to help get rid of the taste, but it didn't help much.