It was horrible. The pain, the pain that was felt everywhere. At first it felt manageable but now it was beyond comprehension. The look on their faces were burned into the very recesses if their minds. The one thing they wished they could have stopped, the look of his face as he murdered them. It was too much, their physical and emotional pain overwhelmed them.

A black dragon laughed at the fallen dragons before him. He licked the blood off his tail blade with a look of glee on his face. He turned his attention to the two cowering dragons huddled in the corner, Spyro and Amethyst. HE made his way over to them as they tried their best to back away from him but only succeeding in cornering themselves. Now they were between the rocky outcrop and the murder. He raised his tail blade above the two hatchlings, who squealed in flight. He brought his tail down, it cut through the air without a sound and closing in on the helpless children then it pierced their necks…

"NO…" Spyro yelled with a start as he jolted from his sleep, looking around wildly for the black dragon. Realizing it was only a dream he sighed and rested his head back on a…pillow? He looked down at the pillow in cofusion. What the I thought We were by the gate? That's when he suddenly remembered… Amethyst! Spyro looked around for abit and noted that he was inside a cave with a small fire in the center. In the other side of the fire was the purple dragoness, her left paw wrapped in a bandage and another on her side.

He tried to go over to her but he yelled in pain as his body collapsed. It was then he noticed that his whole torso was wrapped in bandages as well as his left eye. "What the heck happened?" He groaned.

"You were ambushed by Scorch and his friends." A voice said form the entrance of the cave. Spyro's head snapped around and saw a green dragoness standing there with two sheep on her back and one in her tail. "You should consider yourselves lucky. I happened to be walking by and saw you both and treated your wounds. My name is Vile." She introduced herself as she placed the sheep in front of the fire and proceeded to remove the wool from the carcass.

"Why did you help us?" He asked. The green dragoness, Vile , laughed as if a mother was correcting a child, which was weird but not unwelcome.

"Why child, I couldn't leave you out there to die now could I?" She replied with a gentle smile and a small glance. Spyro looked at her strangely. She sighed but still kept her smile as she placed the sheep near the fire to let it cook. She turned to the small hatchling. "In other words, I didn't have the heart to let you die, apparently everyone else doesn't care do they?" He shook his head sadly as he took a small glance at Amethyst.

"Is she going to be ok?" he asked suddenly. She glanced over to the purple dragoness as she slept peacefully.

"She should be fine after a good night's rest. Here you go." She brought a cook sheep over to Spyro and dropped it at his feet. He sniffed it cautiously but as soon as the smell of meat hit his nostrils his stomach growled loudly and started devouring on his meal. The dragoness gave a low worried growl as she watched the hatchling rip the sheep to shreds as if he hadn't had a meal in years. She briefly wondered if he even had a good home cooked meal in his life but just by looking at him tear through the meat at such a rapid pace answered that question for her.

Spyro let out a small burp as he finished eating and suddenly felt his eye lids grow heavy. He curled up and promptly fell asleep. Vile looked at the sleeping dragon worriedly, wondering what could have happened to him to make him like this? The poor dear. It was then that Amethyst began to stir. She tossed and turned for a while, obviously having a nightmare.

"No…" she mumbled in her sleep. "Mom… Dad… Don't go…" She repeated over and over until suddenly she blotled upright with a loud- "No!" Of course her injuries suddenly sent a wave of pain through her body and sent her back to the floor, groaning in agony.

"Don't strain your self." Vile cooed softly. Amethyst started and whipped around but once again fell due to her injuries. "Please save your strength, you need your rest." Amethyst shrank away from her slightly and glanced over to her brother and saw him laying on the ground in bandages.

"Spyro…!" she called but got no response. She called him again but he remained motionless. Suddenly fearing the worst, she turned her head to Vile and shouted, "What did you do to him?" A surprised look cam across the green dragoness's face as she heard the tone of her voice, especially form one so young.

"Peace young one for I have not harmed your friend. I treated your wounds." Amethyst looked herself over and saw the bandages for the first time. Suddenly feeling a bit sheepish, she apologized but Vile just shrugged it off. "It's quite alright, after all you did wake up to a stranger's cave so I don't blame you."

Amethyst relaxed herself and walked closer to the fire causing her scales to shimmer lightly. "My, what beautiful scales you have, how do you get them to do that?" Vile asked.

"Amethyst blushed lightly but replied, "They always do that, I'm not sure what causes them but I find it to be pretty weird. Spyro's scales can do it to but not as often." Vile nodded understandingly and coaxed the little dragoness towards the sheep she set down. As the smell of food hit the dragoness's nostrils her mouth watered and her stomach growled. Wasting no time, she pounced on the meal and practically tore it to pieces in the same manner as her brother. Vile watched Amethyst eat until she was done and then, like Spyro, she curled up and fell asleep.

The green dragoness shook her head sadly as she gently picked up Amethyst and put her next to her brother. She then proceeded to curl around them protectively and shrouded them with her wing. How could anyone be so cruel to these two? Why would anyone just shun them at all? Although they weren't her children she felt connected to them. As if they were of her flesh and blood. Maybe I should adopt them and raise them as my own? With that last thought, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, feeling the two hatchlings snuggle up closer to her warm body.