The balloonists were considered the grapevine of the dragon realms due to their great communication with each other and habit of gathering info. They usually have dragonflies or fairies to deliver letters to each other. The latter normally used only for great urgency as fairies got around much faster than anyone else could. Gosnold wasn't happy to say the least when a fairy informed him of what happened to Spyro.

Of how the fairies saw him acting out and how got himself wounded again.

He should've known Spyro would snap. But, like a idiot, he didn't and now Spyro was in Beast Makers with Cray or at least he thought he was. He arrived at Beast Makers as soon as he could but he came up short. There was no dragon here. He asked Cray where Spyro was, despite having a feeling he knew the answer.

"You did what!?"

Cray shuttered. "I-I. He was adamant in going to Dream Weavers."

"Why did you take him?"

"I don't know! He wouldn't tell me anything."

"Cray..." Gosnold groaned, facepalming.

"I know, I messed up."

"I already sent a 'carrier pigeon' to the others now let's go." He grabbed Cray's hand and yanked him along.

"Wha? Where are we going?"

Gosnold almost groaned again at his cluelessness. He didn't really have time for this. "To Dream Weavers? To stop Spyro from getting himself killed!?"

"What!?"

"I'm not cleaning up your spilled milk for you. You're coming with."

Cray gulped.

Spyro stretched as he woke up. He winced when one of the gems he was laying on jabbed into a wound on his side. He had made a little gem nest to sleep in. The gems radiated enough heat to fight off the cold of Dark Passage. Some dragons like to sleep on gems, Spyro wasn't one of them. It was a bit too lumpy and he much preferred a bed or some grass. He had already cleared out the place of any danger so there was nothing to worry about.

The dragon stood up yawning and quietly snuck away from his gem nest careful not to wake Sparks. He decided to let him sleep in.

Sparks woke up a few minutes later in a panic frantically looking for his dragon only to see Spyro in the distance terrorizing the local mushroom population. The dragonfly picked up all the gems that made up the nest and flew over to Spyro.

Spyro was chowing down on a mushroom. From the sounds he was making he seemed to like the taste at least. Or maybe he was starving. Sparks knew he was.

The dragonfly scarfed down an entire butterfly and buzzed in content.

"Sparks...?" The dragon trailed off. His voice was almost inaudible and sounded...not like himself.

The dragonfly buzzed in alarm. Spyro seemed okay a few seconds ago.

Spyro gave a sad smile but sighed. "Really... is there any point to this?"

Sparks chirped loudly. He wished he could talk.

"I guess... Even if there isn't I should save the dragon realms anyway, so it's safe when... they... get... back..." He trailed off with a croak.

Sparks cooed. He knew what the dragon needed right now. He flew up and landed on Spyro's shoulder and nuzzled the dragon's neck. Sparks felt Spyro flinch at the touch then slowly relax into it and lay down. Then Spyro's breath became uneven and he covered his face with his wings, hiding himself from the world.

Throughout all they went through, Sparks never saw Spyro cry before.

He was both filled with relief and sympathy at seeing the dragon finally letting out the tears he pent-up for so long.

The dragonfly just snuggled into his neck and let the dragon cry it out. They were going to be there for a while but Sparks didn't mind, he would give Spyro all the time he needed.

Claustrophobia choked Spyro when he realized he was trapped. He had killed the wizard but that did nothing to stop the indestructible armor it had brought to life. There was no way back.

All he had left was a door which he rammed open. There floating in the middle of the room was a fairy in orange.

Spyro sighed in relief. "Boy, am I glad to see you."

"I could say the same," the fairy smiled then frowned when she saw how puffy his eyes were. "..Have you been crying?"

"No! I... I mean no. I haven't. My eyes are just itchy that's all." He chuckled.

"Ah, that's alright. Need a charge?" She planted a kiss on his cheek and made him have that same type of glow superflame gave him. "That boost will last until you leave through a portal."

"Really?" Spyro beamed. "Thanks uh-"

"Blossom." She smiled.

"See ya around, Blossom." Spyro ran off.

Blossom chuckled. "What a silly dragon.

Jacques' lair was weird and dangerous like the entirety of the Dream Weavers was.

But now, as he faced off with Jacques, it seemed just a tad more dangerous. Not because of the manic jack in the box himself, he's fought harder opponents before, but because of the fact he was well aware of the lava far below the platform they were standing on. Once he fell in he sure as heck wasn't getting out.

And that bothered him.

"What?" He heard Jacquse cackle at him. "Afraid of a little... orange juice."

That's not any juice he wants.

"Shut up," Spyro spat, "You're not even supposed to talk."

He charged up to Jacques and flamed him, causing the jack in the box to bounce off with a yip.

Spyro hopped into a whirlwind and gild after him to another platform. He flamed him again at the same time Jacques threw a box and just as the jack in the box poofed back into gems, Spyro was hit by that box and thrown off the ledge.

Ancestors! Not again!

Only by luck he managed to hook his claws into the edge. He looked down and he really shouldn't have. The purple doom was pulling him down- No it wasn't pulling him down. The ledge was crumbling out from underneath him! Spyro squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.

Then he heard a buzz.

He opened his eyes and saw Sparks staring down at him concerned.

Spyro stared back at him confused as he slowly came back to reality. He looked over his shoulder down at the purple doom only to find it's lava instead. The ground he was hooked in is steady and he wouldn't fall unless he let go.

He took a deep breath, calming himself, then he started to swing his hind legs back and forth. It took a few tries but his hind claws eventually found perch. Then he pushed himself up on the platform with ease.

Sparks buzzed, tilting his head to the side.

Spyro gave a tired smile. "I'm alright buddy."

So that's how you get up.

Spyro exited the portal back into Dream Weavers. He stretched and when he looked up he saw something that surprised him.

He saw two balloonists standing before him.

"Gosnold and Cray? What are you doing here?" Spyro asked.

"Spyro..." Gosnold started. "It's time to go home."

Spyro raised a brow. "Nope...Not done yet."

"You can finish your revenge quest later y'know," Cray said, shrinking under the gaze of both dragon and fellow balloonist.

"I don't want to do it later."

Gosnold took a step towards him and Spyro took a step back.

"Look at you! All banged up. You'd be no match against Gnasty like this."

"It's not that bad." Spyro looked to his left for an escape route. There was a balloon. The owner of said balloon, Amos was staring up at the sky... daydreaming? Whatever he was doing made him completely oblivious to the scene going on behind him.

"Spyro-"

"No!" Spyro shook his head, "You don't understand."

If I don't do this now I won't have the willpower to do it later.

"Spyro please-" Gosnold took another step and Spyro crouched down low like he was preparing to pounce. Both balloonists froze.

The dragon looked like a cornered animal, and technically in this situation he was. Gosnold and Cray looked tense, almost like they were afraid of him. He wouldn't hurt them though, he couldn't.

"...We're not going to hurt you..." Gosnold said slowly.

"I know," Spyro said, glancing behind him at the balloon again. He looked back at them, then at the balloon again. He heard Gosnold start to slowly approach him and he sighed. Spyro had to make a decision now.

And he made his decision.

Spyro burst into a sprint and took off towards the balloon before the two could react. He slashed through the rope that anchored the balloon down which finally alerted the daydreaming balloonist.

"Huh! What are you do-oooainng!" Spyro leapt on Amos' head and bounced off into the balloon's basket. The momentum of his body pushed the balloon off the platform and into the air. Spyro flamed up into the balloon to help reignite it.

After a few moments he looked back to see Amos and the other balloonists in the distance staring off at him in shocking disbelief.

"Sorry! I'm just borrowing it!" He yelled at them. "I'll bring it back!"

Slowly but surely Dream Weavers faded away till he could see nothing but the vibrant sky and clouds. Spyro leaned against the edge of the basket. Wherever he was going, he hoped he was heading in the right direction.

A/N

We're not talking about some dumb mail fraud scheme or hijacking here. Spyro did steal a balloon. :P

Next chapter should be the final one and don't forget about the epilogue too.

Have a nice day folks. :)

Reviews:

Wizardwolf 1020: Not sure what to tell you Wolf. There's a reason why I put tragedy as the genre on this. There's no explanation for the eggs now but when we get to Spyro 3 things might start looking up for them.

Guest: I love how you talk about how much Gnasty messed up :)

Arcantos the Storyteller: Nope. I think I knew I was gonna axe someone off but I wasn't sure who. It was just bad luck that I picked him is all. Yeah, I'm not even sure where I got the idea for this AU either. :p I tend to have problems with making things a bit short. I'm trying to work on that. Thanks for your kind words. 3