Spyro crept slowly out of Cynder's home. Once back outside he found that more of the towns folk were walking around outside in front of the home. Keeping to the shadows once more, Spyro made his way towards the park.

After quickly navigating throughout the city, he found himself across the street from the park, but he faced one small problem. The sun still hung high up into the sky with not a single cloud in site, and it illuminated the entire street, removing all shadows near it. Spyro was at least thankful that the street was not all that crowded. He thought about going around and look for a new entrance, but that could take some time and increases his chances of been seen. He took decided to stay where he was until the right moment.

Much to his luck, a fire broke out, in a building not too far way which drew the attention of most if not all the townsfolk. Not wanting to waste this opportunity Spyro quickly made his way into the park.

Now the hardest part began. Sure the park was filled with tall trees that casted big shadow that could easily engulfed all of Spyro's body, but he would be exposed to nearly all sides. There could be 20 guards standing behind him, and he would never know unless he looked behind him. He took a deep breath and continued towards his destination. If Cynder was in the park, then there would only one place she would go.

As he ran deeper into the park a pair of adult dragons, one male the other female walked past his current hiding spot. He stood as still as possible hoping the shadow he was hiding in would keep him hidden. As the two continued to walk the male leaded towards the female and whispered something into her ear. For a split second the female had a panic look, before going back to her calm self.

Once the two dragons were far away from Spyro's hiding spot, Spyro began to move at a quicker pace. Soon he could see his destination not too far from where he was. Ahead of him was the grave of Cynder's mother and not too far from there sat Cynder crying over the grave. He approached Cynder, and said "I figured I find you here."

Cynder quickly turned around when she heard someone's voice behind her, but when she saw that it was only Spyro anger filled her eyes as she turned back towards the grave. She wiped her tears away and said "What do you want now Spyro?"

"Look Cynder, I'm sorry for what I said."

"I don't want your apologies Spyro, what you said really hurt my feelings. Just go away."

"Cynder please just listen to me. I'm sorry that I hurt you; I never should have said those things. I would do anything to stop myself from ever saying any of that if I could. I only said those things because I was scared. All my life I thought that my parents loved me, then when you showed me that I was wrong, I didn't know what to believe any more. I figured that you were just using me." Spyro waited for Cynder to respond, but when she didn't he lowered his head and said "Cynder if you never want to see me again, I would understand, but please know that I am truly sorry."

Cynder let out a frustrated sigh before turning around and saw Spyro begin to walk away with his head hanging low and his tail dragging across the ground. "Spyro wait." Spyro did as he was asked and turned back around with his eyes still glued to the ground. "Spyro I, forgive you."

"What?" Spyro lifted his head up and stared at Cynder with a confused look. "You do?"

"Well not yet, first you have to tell me what happened to you? I mean even after I told you that your parents don't love you, you never acted that way to me until recently. What happened to make you think that way?"

Spyro looked away, not wanting to tell her because he was too ashamed to admit it. "Over the past few days I been having these dreams, during which I would talk to him." Spyro admitted nervously worried what Cynder might think about the whole thing.

"Him? Who's him?"

"That thing I changed into when we fought Blast and his gang. The darkness inside me." Spyro lowered his head again in shame.

"I take it that it told you not to trust me?"

Spyro only nodded.

"What else did it tell you?"

"That is basically all it told me. Cynder I'm sorry, I was scared. I didn't know what to do." Spyro shut his eye's tight, as he waited for Cynder to yell at him, or punish him in some form of way. He heard Cynder approach him, so he readied himself for whatever was to come, however when she did reach him, he felt no pain, nor did Cynder start to yell at him. Instead she was hugging him. It felt like a weight was lifted of his shoulders, and he couldn't help but cry as he hugged her back. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." whispered Spyro.

"Shhhh, it's alright Spyro. There is no need to be afraid any more. How many times must I tell you that I will always be there for you, before it sticks in your head?"

Spyro did calm down, however something inside him told him to stay this close to Cynder. He wasn't sure what it was, but it felt right. Acting purely on instinct he began to rap his tail around Cynder. Spyro wanted this moment to last forever, but he couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something, but he quickly ignored this thought.

Just when the moment couldn't get any better, Spyro's world came crashing down, when he heard someone behind him yell "There he is, the purple dragon. Don't let him get away!"

Quickly turning around Spyro saw a group of guards running towards him. "Damn how did they find me" thought Spyro. He then noticed that behind the guards was the pair of dragons he passed not too long ago. "Come on Cynder we need to go."

The two began to run as fast as they could, but the guards were gaining up on them. They continued their chase into the city were more guards joined the chase. Cynder felt her heart racing, when suddenly it skipped a beat. She felt a slight pain from her chest, when this happened she stumbled. Not letting such a thing stop her, she continued to run. Then it happened again, and then a third time. Cynder started to feel light headed, as the world around her began to spin and it became harder to breath. Spyro and Cynder turned a few corners and mange to evade the guards, but they knew that they would find them if they didn't keep on moving.

Spyro watched as the guards passed there hiding spot. With Spyro out of there sight the guards began to split up. Spyro was just about to continue to run when he heard Cynder begin to cough uncontrollably. Turing around he saw that she was on the ground with a look of panic spread across her face, as her heart beat slowed. Then it hit Spyro like a ton of brick. "Shit I completely forgot about the medicine!" thought Spyro. He then ripped the string that was around his neck off and opened the vile. He picked up her head and was just about to pour the liquid down her throat when suddenly he was tackled to the ground by one of the guards. Spyro managed to worm his way out of the guard's grasp, but saw that the vile the Hermit gave him shatter as it hit the ground, spilling its content all over. Spyro tried to scoop up as much of it as possible, when he was pulled way as several more guards appeared.

Spyro struggled as much as he could, but no matter how hard he tried he could not escape their grasp. He watched in horror as he saw Cynder's chest rise and fall slower and slower, until it came to a complete halt. One of the guards noticed Cynder, and ordered one of them to see if she was ok. One of them quickly ran up to her and placed his ear against her chest, as he tried to find a heartbeat, only to find that there was none. He moved away and shook his head at the other guard, confirming that she was gone.

Tears once again streamed down his muzzle, as he was taken farther and farther away from Cynder's lifeless form. He began to scream out her name in hope that she will magically be revived. He struggled more and more to free himself. He bit and clawed at the guards, and used some of his elemental powers as well, but all of it had little effect on the guards.

Suddenly Spyro felt a mind numbing burst of pain, as an earth dragon guard used his club like tail and swiftly brought it down onto Spyro's head. His eyes grew heavy and his limbs went limp. He used the last of his strength to stretch out his paw one last time before he blacked out. With the purple dragon now subdued, one of the guards placed him onto his back and carried him towards the palace while the rest followed close behind.

Once all the guards were out of sight the Hermit jump down from a roof and ran towards Cynder. He looked for a heartbeat, and like the guard he couldn't find one. He quickly then started to search all around his body for the medicine, when he remembered that he foolishly gave it to Spyro. He slumped down onto his knees, as he failed to keep his promise. He was just about to pick Cynder up so he could bury her near her mother's grave, when something started to reflect sunlight into his eyes. Looking over he saw the shattered remains of his vile. Upon closer examination the Hermit saw a few drops left of the medicine on one of the pieces of glass. He picked it up carefully so he wouldn't spill it. He opened up Cynder's mouth and dropped the few droplets of the medicine down her throat. He wasn't sure if it would be enough to revive her, but he was left with no other choice. Not wanting to waste any more time, he picked up Cynder and carried her to his home.