Magic Crafters wasn't much more dangerous than Peace Keepers. Instead of Gnorc Soldiers in his way there was Wizards and Druids that tried to impede his progress by moving the environment and liked to laugh at him.

The silence was a little deafening without anyone to talk to but the buzzing of Sparks by his side helped to keep him grounded in reality.

He sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

They didn't call it Alpine Ridge for nothing. Good thing he wasn't afraid of heights otherwise the bottomless pits beneath the platforms would drive him nuts. Still kinda did drive him nuts but not as much as those hulking beasts that tried to chomp on him for breakfast. However a good flame set them straight.

There was a Druid that was trying to stop him. He was on an opposite ledge Spyro had to glide to. He waited and watched what the Druid did. He raised the ground up for a moment then down. Sure the Druid could've kept the ledge up and completely prevent Spyro from continuing but that wasn't what he wanted Spyro knew. The Druid was trying to kill him.

Spyro sat there watching the Druid continue to move the land up and down.

Up

...Down

...Up

...Down

...Up!

Spyro leapt off the platform and gild while it was still up. He timed it right and what he expected happened. The Druid lowered the ground letting the him past. He smirked.

The Druid could only hear the sound of a plane crashing as the dragon glid his way down to his pray, the fact nothing he did would make a different anymore made the Druid give a pathetic scream and try to escape.

He failed.

Spyro ran for his life.

Why did it have to be spiders!?

And why are they made out of metal!?

He yelled and lunged out of the cave into the light again. The spiders did not follow after him.

He took a breath and looked around. He spotted a curious thing, a line of arrow panels in the floor lead up to a cave; it was a ramp. He hummed walking up to the top of it. He was sure the arrows were telling him to run down the ramp and off to the caves in the distance, though how would he get that much speed?

He shrugged, deciding to just go with it anyway. He ran down the ramp and, much to his surprise, he ran faster then he ever had in his life.

It was only fun for a second then he realized he was out of control. He was too panicked to aim for any cave or land and by the time he became aware he was too low to save himself. He covered his face with his paws as he fell. Then he stopped falling. He moved his a paws from his face and saw fairies carrying him with their magic.

He chuckled sheepishly. "Heh, thanks girls."

Spyro pranced right out of Blowhard's portal with a smile on his face. He beamed at a job well done.

Roasting the realm's boss sure made him hungry. He turned to Sparks, the dragonfly was a sickly green color, he must be hungry too. "Hey, we should stop and get something to eat when we get to Beast Makers."

Sparks gave a mix of a sigh and a buzz, relieved.

Spyro licked his lips, he heard Beast Makers had chicken. Maybe he wouldn't burn it this time.

Magic Crafter's balloonist had his back turned, just staring at his hot air balloon.

"S'up Tuco!" Spyro greeted.

Tuco jumped and turned to face the dragon, eyes wide open in terror. He quickly looked left and right like he was frantically looking for something. Spyro frowned, the balloonist was acting strangely and he felt something was off here.

"...Are you okay?" Spyro asked tentatively, "I cleared out the realm so it should be safe-"

"-Please tell me you got the eggs."

"What?"

"The dragon eggs!?"

Spyro blinked, brows furrowing in disbelief. What? Wait- No that can't be right can it? What...? The tension in the air was so strong he held his breath in anticipation as he asked a question he really didn't want the answer to but needed to hear. "What happened to the dragon eggs...?"

The balloonist paled. "The- the dragon eggs... They were stolen a- a few weeks ago-"

His small heart skipped a beat. That was all the young dragon needed to hear but he could not recognize it in his mind.

No

"-And if you don't have them then that means...!"

NO

NONONONONONONONONO

ANCESTORS NO!

He's lost the elders he couldn't have lost the eggs too! For gods sake they weren't even born yet!

"Spyro?"

His eye twitched and Spyro started to hyperventilate unbeknownst to himself.

Tuco grabbed the dragon's shoulders. "Spyro buddy? You okay? Speak to me." The balloonist shook him, voice rising in concern.

Spyro couldn't hear nor see anything it was as if his mind had already shut down. His body soon turned off as well, his legs giving out under him and he slipped out of Tuco's hands to collapse flat on the grass.

The last thing Spyro felt was the balloonist frantically shaking him.