A/N: Sorry it took so long. Burn out hit me hard. This is the end of the road, I will post an epilogue soon but after that we'll go to the next game. :)

"How the heck do I land this thing?!" Spyro panicked as land came in view and came up fast. He tried pulling up on the basket and fiddling with the controls but he didn't know a thing he was doing. He winced and snapped his eyes closed as the basket hit the ground. Thankfully the balloon didn't tip over. In fact nothing else happened so Spyro opened his eyes to see he successfully landed.

Oh... okay.

He hopped out of the basket and used the remainder of the rope to tie the balloon down to a post. After making sure the balloon wasn't going anywhere the dragon looked around to see where he landed. It was a pier but it didn't really look like one. More like a round platform in the middle of the ocean, it made him feel more self conscious of the fact he didn't know how to swim yet more than ever. There was three giant dragon heads, all closed except for one in which laid a portal.

Then he saw a sign that read; Welcome to my world...now get out. ~Gnasty Gnork.

Spyro snarled eyes narrowed as he glared at the sign as if it just threatened him. This was a outright insult to his existence. He ripped it out of the floor and tossed it into the sea.

He jumped when he heard someone behind him mumble loudly and he whipped around. He found a balloonist in gray and a cyan scarf. Said balloonist was starting to stir from the place he was laying down mumbling nonsense.

Spyro froze, holding his breath. The balloonist eventually settled down again and fell back to sleep. He let out a breath of relief.

He really didn't want to deal with anyone else right now.

He looked around again and saw three dragon heads. One of them was opened and inside had a portal that lead to twilight harbor. Needing to go on, and having no where else to go at this point, Spyro decided to head towards the portal, slowly tiptoeing so as to not wake the balloonist. He climbed into the dragon mouth, wasn't gonna take the risk of jumping as he didn't know if that would be too loud, and hopped into the portal.

"I can't believe he stole my balloon," Amos sat on the ground musing to himself.

"I know," Cray, who was siting next to him, said, "Hey do you know where Gossy went?"

Amos shrugged then Gosnald walked in sighing.

"Whats wrong...besides the whole...thing.?"

Gosnald looked at him, not even being able to muster a glare. He dropped to the floor sighing again.

"Hey uh you still have your balloons right?" Amos said.

"I only brought mine. It has a leak and I have no spare patches," Gosnald sighed.

"You think Spyro's alright?" Cray said, "alone with the balloon?"

Gosnald buried his face in his hands, groaning. Amos shot Cray a glare.

"Just wondering..."

Amos shook his head.

"This is my fault I just know it," Gosnald said, "If only hadn't- If only I went with him."

"Don't be hard on yourself Gossy; we all failed." Cray said.

Amos jabbed him in the side with his elbow. "Of all the ways this could've gone I don't think you've could've done anything. You thing going with him would've solved it? How would Spyro feel if you gotten hurt or worse? I don't think he would've let you come along anyway. He won't say it but he lost everything he won't let himself lose you either."

"That...doesn't help me right now." Gosnald said. "Ancestors have mercy... just leave me alone for a while." He got up and left.

Seems like we'll be here for a while.

"So..." Cray said, "What'cha been up to?"

Amos glared at him and shook his head.

Heavy technology? Machine guns? Explosives?! Where did he get- Why does he have all of this?...He was literally starting a war on the dragon realms. The crystal spell was a nuke and his army was for clearing out anything else.

This needs to end now, he thought. Even if there's nothing left and the dragon realms is in disarray. Even if it's just for his and the survivors safety he has to stop this once and for all.
But there was something he had to do first. Even if it's dangerous and it will not change a thing, he had to know...why?

"HEY YOU!" He yelled up at Gnasty who gazing down at the dragon from a high platform..

Spyro leaped out of the way of a spell that Gnasty shot from his staff. Sparks let out a long drawn out buzz of nervousness, as if to say "Are you sure about this?"

"I WANNA TALK TO YOU!" And again another spell was shot at him. "Why have you done all of this anyway!?"

Gnasty razed a brow at the little dragon and gave a snort. He seemed a bit confused Spyro hadn't tried to get at him yet. Although he ceased fire for now his grip was still tight on his staff.

"...They had it coming," The Gnork finally answered.

"Really?" Spyro spat, "Mind telling me what for?"

To his surprise Gnasty chuckled. "You're just a stupid baby."

Spyro was blown away by the insult. What the- It took all of his self control to prevent himself from spewing curses at the gnork. Cool it, Spyro.

Not yet.

"You're naive, I would pity you if I didn't hate your kind. Exiling me to this dump and insulting me behind my back."

Spyro sighed letting his shoulders slump. "Have you ever wondered why you were exiled in the first place?"

Gnasty narrowed his eyes at him.

"From what I've heard from...someone, you've done a great bit of damage in your time especially to the realm itself..." Spyro spoke slowly, it was the most methodical he'd ever been in his life. "Do you know were we like to blow up stuff just for fun? The dump. No one minds if you blown up trash."

Gnasty thought about this only to be interrupted as Spyro continued.

"But... This does not excuse genocide!" Spyro snarled, "So what they called you names? Smack talk them back. You could've said screw you to the dragon realms and left to find someone who actually likes you! But you didn't! ...The elders had every right to banish you."

Gnasty pointed his staff at the dragon. "And your point is...?"

"It doesn't matter..." Spyro looked up with a cold glare, then with a dark tone he finished his sentence. "Cause you're dead anyway."

He had to give it to the little dragon, he was really determined to kill him. Not that he would ever let him get that close to him anyway, but Spyro was gaining on him. Heck the dragon didn't even care for the gems he left out on the path for the exact purpose of distracting him.

At the end of their third loop around the path Gnasty felt a flash of fire scorch across his back. He grunted and ducked into the building with Spyro close behind. Gnasty took a mighty leap across the lava filled room, muttering a spell under his breath.

The platforms quickly moved into to wall attempting to block off the dragon. Even his last trick was not enough to stop Spyro from reaching Gnasty at the end as he jumped across the platforms with ease.

Gnasty inwardly panicked, shooting his crystal spell at the dragon desperately trying to blast him. Spyro leapt over one of the shots and the world seemed to slow down for the both of them. Spyro had his front legs out stretched, claws out and teeth bared. Seconds later the smell of burning flesh hit Gnasty and then the pain told him it was his own flesh being cooked.

The last thing Gnasty felt was a pare of jaws clamping down on his jugular then nothing.

Hak the balloonist awoke to the smell of smoke and burning wood. He stirred, before realizing that was pretty normal for Gnork Gnexis. Still he yawned and stretched, deciding it was time to get up anyway.

He saw another balloon on the other side of the pier tied down and unattended. Seems someone came to visit. But who? And where were they?

He turned and froze at the sight of black smoke high up in the distant sky. That's way too much smoke to be just from the boilers... Wait-

That's the Treasury! Hak realized. The Treasury is on fire!

Spyro flew out of Gnasty's secret room escaping the quickly rising flames, kindled by the many love letters spread across the floor.

The dragon collected all of the treasure that rightfully belonged to him now. He burned Gnasty's picture on the wall, effectively destroying the last remnant of his face off this world. He never wanted to see the gnork again for as long as he lived.

He sat down on one of the many buildings and watched Gnasty's room burn, not able to do anything to put it out and not wanting to. He didn't want move either, his legs wouldn't will himself to go back to home as he feared his quest would be for not.

He knew he would go home only to see those dragons trapped in crystal never to be released, and he didn't know how he would handle that. What was the point of this? This entire disaster happened for a stupid reason and now there was no way of fixing it.

"What a joke..." Spyro muttered, staring down at his paws

Sparks stayed close to his dragon, keeping silent as he gazed into the flames himself unable to find anyway to make this right.

After all what can you do when you're the last of your kind-

the only dragon.