"Where did those egg thieves go? I'll torch them!" Spyro snarled.

He was in a tent in a base camp somewhere, he didn't care to know where. The balloonist must've dragged him here after he passed out. The balloonist shook his head. "They're probably long gone by now," Tuco said dejectedly.

Spyro could not accept that. "Where do you think they're headed?"

"To Gnork Territory? Outside the dragon realms? I don't know. You wouldn't be able to track them all down in time. I... I don't know what to tell you. I'm sorry."

Spyro gave a sigh. "Will you take me to beast keepers at least? I need to beat Gnasty Gnork."

"Yeah..." the balloonist chuckled humorlessly, "Sure."

Spyro followed him to the balloon and sat inside it while Tuco was lighting it up. Spyro stared off into the distance while gripping the edge of the balloon's basket, he couldn't help but have a vicious snarl on his face as the thoughts swirled in his mind making his grip turn into a deadly one.

Then he sighed, letting his claws drop to the floor. He didn't want to rip the basket's weaving.

Most of the trip was rode out in silence as neither was feeling like talking much. At this point, was there anything else to say?

"GNASTY GNORK YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE!"

Any other time if any one else were to scream to the heavens like he was doing right now Spyro would call them dramatic but now he was too pissed to care. It was true after all; Gnasty was the cause of all this. The elders, his scars, the eggs. Though the last two was caused inadvertently if he never trapped the elders none of this would of ever happened.

Gah!

He didn't care anymore.

He. Just. Didn't. Care.

He needed to get through and kill him. That's all he wanted at this point; revenge.

And boy... he would get it.

Tree tops was hell to get around. One false move and he would fall to his death. Other ugly monsters tried to knock him off too but he wasn't having it and burned them to death.

What was he even hear for? Gems? He found a thief running around the supercharge pads and the sight made him see red. It took a long time, and he didn't know how, but he found his way to the island in the distant where that gold thief was.

The second his feet touched the ground the Thief yipped and started running only for Spyro to be close behind. There was nowhere to run or hide on such a small island.

It didn't take long.

Spyro lunged at him and the Thief looked over his shoulder to see the dragon in mid lunge teeth and claws bared to kill. The Thief didn't have the time to even scream before Spyro's fangs sunk into his neck. The taste of ichor briefly met Spyro's tongue then the Thief poofed into nothing but gold rags and...gems.

Damn!

He was just a gem thief! He had no egg.

He took out his frustrations on the Thief's remaining clothes, ripping and shredding them like a mad dog. His tail, which was whipping around in his rampage, hit something hard.

He yanked his tail back to rub it, while hissing in pain he turned to look at what he hit. A dragon trapped in crystal wobbled from it's perch dangerously close to the edge. He paled about to lunge for it but then it stopped. He let out a sigh of relief.

The relief was short lived as a lighting bolt struck right in front of Spyro sending him to the floor. It didin't hit him, if Sparks yellowness told him anything, Spyro only got up in time to see the statue careening off the edge. He ran to the edge of the island but there was nothing he could do, he watched in horror as it fell into the darkness never to be seen again. Probably shattered at the bottom of the chasm.

Spyro's screams could be heard for miles.

He didn't really feel like going on but he had to, the task at hand helped him keep his mind off things. It only helped a little however.

Spyro kept his gaze on the ground as it felt difficult to even lift his head for anything other than to flame the occasional adversary. He came up to a tree trunk and managed to lift his head to look. He saw a dragon trapped in crystal and immediately averted his gaze, not feeling worthy enough to even look at his elders.

Then he heard a ribbit behind him. He slowly turned around to face his next challenger; a...frog?

Okay then. Alright.

He also flamed the thing but not before getting whipped by it's tongue. He looked back at Sparks to see that he was blue now, Yikes.

He jumped back narrowly avoiding a another frog's tongue lash, he burned that one. Then another one took the opening it was given and lashed him on the side, he rammed it. More and more just kept coming. He keened from pain as Sparks could no longer take the blunt of it anymore.

That's enough.

A loud scream rose from his throat; a battle cry of pain and anger. Then he Lost himself to fire and blood lust.

Cray the balloonist was threw a stone into the swamp and, with amusement, watched it skip across the water. He heard someone approach and glanced over his shoulder. Ah, it's the purple and red dragon, he thought smiling.

Wait... red!?

The balloonist spun around, shuddering when he saw him. " Ancestors... What happened to you?"

Spyro looked like a flogging victim. Angry red tears lined across his body. Large portions of scales were charred. He was covered in blood but most of it must not have been his. If it was he didn't know how the dragon limped his way here with that kind of blood loss.

"Hey..." Spyro smiled sheepishly, "Take me to Dream Weavers will ya?"

A/N

Whelp... Sorry Jed.

Seems Spyro got a bit mad. Don't worry he'll calm down a bit soon.

Thanks for all the favs, watches and reviews. I really appreciate it. Have a nice day everyone. 3

Reviews:

Arcantos the Storyteller: Yeah, things are not looking so good for Spyro right now. He didn't notice the egg thieves and by the time he recovered in chapter 3 they were long gone.

Guest: I didn't know Orcs had gods. Maybe I shall look into this more, it's interesting. Gnasty Gnorc is definitely going to pay the Blood Price at this rate.