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Spyro awoke lazily opening his eyes to find that he resided in a field tall with green grass and trees along with an abundance of flowers, as well as a rather wide river which seemed to flow into a pond to the North not far from where he was. As Spyro stood up he could feel a piercing feeling of pain causing him to fall back down only to end up feeling worse. As he looked at himself he found that most of his body was burnt and covered in cuts that were bleeding quite a bit and, unfortunately, his wings were in no better condition for as he slowly extended them only slightly he could see that they were sliced and covered with holes not to mention that they also appeared to have been broken do to the crooked way his wings spread.

Spyro lay his head back down only to gaze upon his fellow companion Cynder, which lay upon a fallen tree that Spyro could only assume she had collided onto after their rather harsh landing. To Spyro's concern blood was dripping from the side of the trunk soaking the ground beneath it, this only showed Spyro how little time he truly had and, although the amount of pain was inconceivable, he arose from the ground and began to search for some red crystals looking back to see his dear friend lying on the trunk of the fallen tree, "don't worry Cynder...I'll be back soon," said Spyro turning around trying to ignore the gruesome feeling of his injuries as he proceeded into the the forest.

Spyro kept walking for what to him seemed like ages, his legs felt as if they were burning with all the pressure of his body atop his many wounds, his vision grew hazy and every single thing seemed to sway in a hypnotizing motion. Spyro shook his head trying to regain his grasp on reality but seemed as if his attempts were futile, soon after walking a few feet further he started to lose feeling in his legs and began to grow dizzy, surely if he did not mend his injuries he would soon lose consciousness failing not only to save himself but the life of his friend as well.

As Spyro walked forward, trying to keep himself awake, he stumbled upon something that gave him great relief, upon the face of a cliff he had finally spotted the red crystals he had been seeking and, Even though it was a great find, it was also far from reachable at any case by foot and that the only way to grab them would be by the means of flight. He closed his eyes and sighed conjuring up all the strength he could and slowly extended his wings ignoring the pain best he could, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and shook his head.

He looked at the crystals upon the cliff and started bending his legs opening his wounds only slightly but painfully and leaped high as he could and started to flap his wings. Although he had a great amount of determination his wings just could not keep him in the air, the bones in his wings were just too far damaged and with the pressure of the wind pushing against them his wings bended backwards with a gruesome sounding crunch and Spyro quickly plummeted to the floor causing his wounds to open upon the impact followed by a serge of pain so great that his vision grew so blurry that he could no longer recognize anything around him, his breathing grew heavy and his heartbeat was slow.

He rose back up stumbling a couple of times, he slowly approached the cliff and looked upwards at the crystals and back down at his claws, he raised his paws and dug his claws into the cliff's wall and started to climb towards the crystals loosing blood and strength in the process. When he was only inches away he pushed himself up and grabbed onto the crystals trying to break them off the cliff with his weight, when he realized that didn't work he opened his mouth and earth blasted the wall breaking off the ground at which the crystals were attached to and he along with the crystals fell to the ground.

As he fell he broke off a crystal smashing it and releasing the gems within it which disappeared in contact with Spyro's scales healing some of his cuts and burns. He fell on the ground with a thud, Spyro groaned in pain but looking up he quickly rolled away having the crystal bunch miss him completely but, to Spyro's inconvenience, the force at which the crystals hit the ground ended up smashing most of them releasing the gems which were consumed by Spyro. Spyro looked down at the few crystals left, they were no bigger than his paw and there were only 3 of them, "no these aren't enough," said Spyro picking up the small crystals and sighed, "but what choice do I have."

Spyro placed the small crystals in his mouth careful not to brake them and extended his wings rapidly only to fold them again, as he looked back he saw that his wings still looked a bit crooked and realized that they must still be broken. With a sigh he looked forward and started his way back to Cynder the same way he had come making sure that he wasted no time and, now that he wasn't as weak as before, the journey that seemed like hours now took only minutes and was soon back in the clearing at which he and Cynder had landed.

Wasting no time he ran over to the slumbering dragoness breaking the crystals he had been carrying and watched as the gems that were released were absorbed by her scales healing a small amount of her injuries and stopping some of the bleeding, "don't worry Cynder I'll...I'll find something to help you," said Spyro looking around for something that might come in handy, as he looked around he saw a cave near the pond and scratched his head, "well shelter's always a good thing to have...right?" wondered Spyro, he shook his head and walked back to her friend dragging her down from the tree and carrying her on his back.

When they reached the cave he took some leaves and some grass building a make-shift bed and laid Cynder ontop of it, he tried placing her in a way that he didn't open any wounds or sped up the bleeding, when he was sure that he had done all he could he rushed out to find some more healing crystals or at the very least something to stop the rest of the bleeding.

Cynder stirred and opened her eyes slowly, groaning she sat up and stretched only to be met by a piercing pain, "careful, those bindings weren't easy to make I don't want you to rip them up," Said Spyro, she looked over to see him next to a small fire with a rabbit roasting on a stick which hovered over the flames, "here...it isn't much but I couldn't find anything else," said Spyro handing Cynder a stone plate. cynder took the small plate making sure she didn't extend her arm too far and looked inside, there was a small fish, some rabbit meat with fur still on it, and a tiny red crystal, "I tried looking for more but...that was the best I could find...sorry," said Spyro looking down.

"Don't be, it's fine Spyro really," said Cynder looking back down and breaking the small crystal releasing the small gems and absorbing them with her scales. Spyro smiled and looked over to the rabbit he was cooking making sure it didn't burn or start on fire, "how are you feeling?" asked Spyro looking over at Cynder who had begun to eat her food. She looked over at him and swallowed, "I'm fine, still hurts a little when I move and a feel like I'm on fire in some places but other than that I'm great," said Cynder making Spyro chuckle a bit.

"The fire's dying down," said Spyro throwing the last peace of wood he had into the fire, "you don't mind if I leave you for a bit do you? it's just I gotta get more wood," said Spyro looking over at Cynder who was lying down on the make-shift bed he had made. "Yeah," said Cynder yawning, "you go on ahead I'll be fine," said Cynder sounding like as if she was about to fall asleep. "Be back soon," said Spyro exiting the cave leaving Cynder alone while he looked for some more wood for the fire.

By now it was around midnight and the only sounds that could be herd were the gentle river and a few owls here and there, these sound pleased Cynder for she could not remember the last time she was so relaxed. Suddenly she heard stepping outside and looked over at the entrance only to see something rush by, Cynder raised her head looking for Spyro, who she assumed was the shape she saw zooming by, "ha ha very funny Spyro but you can't scare me quite that easily," said cynder expecting to see Spyro walk around the corner, "Spyro?" asked Cynder. She heard stepping outside and got off the bed, "Spyro this isn't funny," said Cynder beginning to grow scared, but what she saw terrified her beyond anything.

Around the corner instead of Spyro came a skeleton hand with a ring on one finger, the ring was gold with a small square crystal in the middle which seemed to be filled with shadows. Soon after a hood peeked his way around the corner looking around the room and fixed his sight on Cynder, The hood itself seemed to be made out of darkness for it swayed around like as if it were in water. Cynder was frozen in place, she had never seen such a creature before and was absolutely terrified by what she saw, soon after sharp teeth seemed to appear out of nowhere in what looked like the grin that of a maniac.

Cynder was so terrified she let out a siren scream directly at the creature which fled screeching away into the forest. Soon after Spyro came back carrying wood on his back, "Cynder are you okay I heard a lot of loud..noises coming from here," said Spyro setting down the wood and tossing a few logs into the fire, "hey are you okay?...Cynder?" Spyro walked over to Cynder which had rolled into a ball and was looking away from the entrance. Spyro walked over to her bed and looked over her shoulder to see a look of true terror on her face.

Spyro pulled her into a hug which she accepted and began to gently rub her back hoping that this would ease her nerves, "please Spyro," said Cynder tightening her grip on him, "don't ever leave me alone again," She said sobbing a few times from what she had just gone through. Spyro didn't understand what could've frightened her so much, he had only been gone for a few minutes what had happened throughout the time he was gone, he wondered about that for a few seconds but snapped back to reality when he heard Cynder completely quiet, "Cynder...Cynder?" Spyro looked back over his shoulder to see that she had fallen asleep.

Spyro chuckled a bit and slowly sat Cynder back down on her bed being careful not to wake her. After she was safely sleeping on her bed Spyro went back to the small fire he had made and placed a few pieces of wood on it trying to keep the fire burning so that they wouldn't be cold at night, Spyro yawned and stretched snapping a few bones and finally sighed as he sat himself down on the ground next to the fire to sleep.

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Took me a while but here it be and I know it isn't as long as I wish it was but I don't have as much time as I wish I did...I'm not even sure if there is anyone still out there but if there is then thank you for reading this. Now I am quite aware that there will be many many many mistakes but keep in mind that I am not the best when it comes to grammar...I write stories and I don't exactly worry all that much on the details and even if I did I wouldn't even be able to do all that much so please some criticism and help will be much appreciated...so yeah, Peace.