Disclaimers: I do not own Spyro or any other character from Sierra. Amethyst belongs to Slasher and Vile belongs to me. If none of you like this story, then just don't read it. Most of this Spyro universe belongs to DarkSpyro189 on DA but some areas belong to IceFlame1019. Anyways, enjoy the chap.

Chapter 9

Spyro sighed sadly as they were flown back home on Vile's back. The green dragoness tilted her head slightly to glance back at the young dragons. They both had solemn expressions that seemed to just affect others around them. The jewels around their necks seemed to be glowing faintly but Vile dismissed it as the waning sunlight.

Seeing the crestfallen looks her children when she picked them up she knew something was definitely up, but she decided against prying as that would only worsen their moods. She continued flying silently, the only sound were the steady beat of her wings.

What could have caused them to become so depressed? What happened at the school? Several different scenarios played out in her head, but none of them seemed plausible. The green dragoness sighed as she glanced back at them and continued onward.

A few hours passed before they touched down inside their cave. Vile angled her back so then her children could slide down to cool floor. They remain silent as they slowly walked to a bed made of leaves. They simply plopped onto it and stared at the wall adjacent to them.

Vile watched them closely from where she was as they continued to drown in their sorrow. What could have caused this? Just this morning they were both as happy as can be and in a few hours they seemed to be devoid of life.

Finally she had enough. She quickly picked Amethyst up by the nape of her neck and Spyro with her tail. They both let out surprised squeaks at the loss of ground and struggled for a bit. The green dragoness lay on her side in a circle and dropped them both. "Now, my little ones," she started as the two looked up to her with sorrow clouded eyes. "… Tell me what's wrong?" she asked in a honey-soaked voice reserved only for them. The purple twins' gaze shifted to the floor as they remained silent. "Come now children, you mustn't keep things like this from your mother."

Silence was her only answer as the gaze remained trained on the rock floor beneath them. The motherly dragon waited in silence, nuzzling them occasionally for reassurance, trying to coax the truth out of them. Their forms began to shake as the grief slowly got to them. Their eyes clenched shut as they began to water. Placing a wing over them as they sunk to floor on their bellies, she whispered soothing words to them in that motherly tone of hers.

They finally broke down and began to sob into her side. Vile cradled them on her side, still whispering soothing words of reassurance. "It's ok, it's ok …" she continued to whisper over and over. After an hour or so, their cries quieted to small sobs, a small hiccup occurring every now and then. "Now young ones," she repeated angling their eyes to meet hers. "What troubles you?"

"Vile," Amethyst started her voice cracking. "Is it possible to have more than one power?" At this the green dragoness looked thoroughly confused. More than one breath attack? That is impossible. Every dragon only has one type of breath but more than one? Is it truly possible? Can one dragon really master more than one element?

"I-I'm...not…sure." she replied, slowly.

"Oh, but how come we have more than one?" Spyro asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We were just playing with our friends when Scorch came…"

"Well, look what we have here," the arrogant dragon spoke as he and a group of other dragons approached the four dragons. Recognizing the voice, Spyro and Amethyst whipped around growled. Scorch was leaning against they were playing under, smirking arrogantly. Beside him were a few of the dragons that beat them up a few months back. "Hey guys, does everyone one remember these losers?"

"Yeah, those were the ones we gave a pounding, the other day." An electric dragon sneered. Spyro growled louder as he took a step forward in front of his sister.

"Oh look, this ones tryin to be mister big man." A blue laughed, possibly an ice dragon. "Come on you couldn't even hope to beat all of us."

"Wanna bet?" the purple dragon snarled. He suddenly felt a tug on his tail and he looked back. Amethyst shook her head while glaring at them.

"Come on bro their not worth our time." She remarked and smirked at the glares she received. "Come on lets go over there," she continued pointing towards the open field. "You guys coming?" She asked looking towards, Whirl and Amber.

"Of course." The four dragons the started bounding towards the open field until a large rock, a very large rock hit the purple dragoness in the back of the head. She cried out in surprised and pain before she fell face first into the grass. "Amethyst!"

"Hey, what gives?" Amber yelled as she glared at the smirking dragon, who was tossing another rock up and down.

"Why are you hanging out with the freaks Amber, you know what I told you about that."

"I am not part of your little group Scorch."

"Come on Amber, you know no one likes a loser."

"Then you must be pretty lonely." The red dragon snorted and was about to retort when a rock was thrown. Completely taken by surprise the rock collided with his muzzle and he fell back, his lackeys calling out to him in shock. Whirl looked up from Amethyst to see Scorch fall to the floor, the white twins and purple dragoness looked over to Spyro who was by now glaring at the red dragon with more anger than people thought he was capable of.

"So the purple weakling finally decided to fight back huh…" Scorch scoffed as he slowly got up.

"Trust me it's not gonna be much of a fight…" the angered purple dragon replied in a voice much deeper than his own that seemed to echo all around them. It was then that black tendrils sprouted from the shadows of the sneering group and wrapped them in a tight bind.

"What the…" He didn't get to finish as a large fireball was fired. It was by far the largest Scorch had ever seen and it was surely just as deadly. He struggled for a while but that only seemed to make it tighten around his midsection, nearly cutting off his air supply. Seeing that struggling was futile, Scorch could only watch in horror as his doom drew closer.

Whew. To all people reading this story I apologize for such a late update but one I was procrastinating and two I lost confidence in my writing. Thanks to ViperWatcher and his encouraging words I was able to finish it. Thanks VW for checking for errors, you're the best.

Peace out Home Dogs.