And even another chapter. The first of the year :D Happy new year to everyone, and thank you for Reading. Please, enjoy.

"Spyro" Yuri's gentle voice called the purple dragon, who groggily opened his eyes and saw the wolf smiling at him "It is morning already, sleeping beauty." The wolf said smiling.

Spyro yammed wide and looked around where he was, the same room from last night, in Yuri's house. Spyro felt both happy and sad at the same time. He felt happy, because it was not just a dream that someone had really been nice to him. And he felt sad because that also meant that the events with his parents were also real, as well as the talk he had with Yuri about them loving him or not.

Yuri smiled at him "Breakfast is ready downstairs." Said the wolf "Today we have bacon and eggs."

Spyro was able to smile back "Seems delicious." And Yuri answered "And it is. Now, get up and lets eat." And he walked off from the room.

Spyro remained laid in his bed, so soft and warm, but he reluctantly got up from it, and jumped for the ground. Spyro stretched his muscles, to stir them awake. And walked outside the room he was in. He came out in a hallway, and he walked downstairs, ending up in a good sized room with some light coming out by the beautiful windows.

Spyro was greeted with the delicious smell of cooked food. The smell was familiar to Spyro, the new thing was someone making food for him. Spyro looked over to see Yuri in front of a van, cooking something in the fire in a fridge. The wolf smiled to him "Come on, take a seat."

Spyro turned to the table, that was made of wood and beautifully worked. Cynder was already sitting in it, and she turned her look away in the moment Spyro put his eyes on her. Spyro had a feeling that her thoughts about him hadn't changed from the past night to that morning.

Spyro walked, and took a place in the table, kind of far from her. Yuri place plates in front of each of them, and served them with slices of bacon and some eggs. And then, served one plate for himself and sat in between the two dragons.

They ate silently, Spyro greatly enjoyed the taste of the bacon and eggs, never having eaten a still cooked one before. "This taste really good." Said the purple dragon. Yuri smiled at him "Thank you. My mother teached me how to cook. Said the wolf, Spyro noticed that, though his face was happy, his eyes seemed to have saddened.

"Is everything okay?" asked Spyro, Yuri quickly shook it off. "Its nothing. Just a lot to think. Let's keep eating, shall we?" And the breakfast continued without further incidents.

After they were done, Cynder got up and picked all the plates, and placed them in the sink in the kitchen. Spyro remained in the dinner table with Yuri.

"So, how long have you live here?" asked Spyro, Yuri looked at him "Around sixteen years." Answered the wolf "I bought this house from a mole, he seemed happy to moving. The house was destroyed, but I managed to fix almost everything."

"This place was destroyed?" asked Spyro, and Yuri nodded "Yes, because of the war." Spyro looked around himself, the place seemed to be well constructed and actually, seemed pretty new.

"It doesn't seems like it was destructed." Yuri chuckled "Yeah, it was kind of expensive to rebuild everything, some parts I had to rebuild myself. But it is good now, and me and Cynder keep the place clean."

Spyro was about to ask something, when Cynder came back to the room "We ran out of food" She announced "We need to buy more." Yuri nooded at her, and handled her a purse with golden coins "Could you do this for me, sweetheart? I need to find more gems in the forest."

Cynder simply nodded and started walking to the door. Spyro got up "Wait! I'll go with you!"

Cynder and Yuri looked at him surprised, the black dragoness took a few seconds to think in an answer "You don't need. I can do this alone." But Spyro insisted "Please! I have bought food many times for my parents, and I can tell from far if the price is higher than usual or if they're rotten." Spyro really wanted to do something to thank Yuri for being so nice to him.

"You don't need!" said Cynder in an almost aggressive tone "You have not healed completely yet!"

Yuri intermitted "Oh, come on Cynder, he just wants to help. Besides, I think would be good for him getting out of the house, at least to walk around."

Cynder looked at the wolf, who had a sly smile, and at Spyro, who had almost pleading eyes. She then sighed "Fine, I'll take him. But I take no responsibility if he slows me down."

Yuri smiled at her "That's my girl." And Spyro, he was just happy that he was going to help in the house.

He and Cynder walked to outside the house, that was just as good as the inside. There was a small garden in front, with some crops of what seemed a grape-like fruit, and some vegetables, along with some flowers, some really beautiful.

The house was outside the walls of Warfang, and so they have to walk to the entrance of the city, that was guarded by two bulky earth dragons. Both shoot daggers to Spyro and Cynder when they walked inside.

They formed quite a pair, walking around the city. Everybody stared at them, mostly with anger or fear. Actually, it was not that different from when Spyro walked around the city by himself.

There was an awkward silence between them, and Spyro tried to break it "So, how long have you lived with Yuri?"

Cynder took a moment to answer, and for a moment Spyro wondered if she had heard him "I have lived with him for seven years." She answered finally like Spyro was intruding her life.

"What happened to your mother?" the purple dragon asked, but this time Cynder did not answered.

"Is she in traveling?" Spyro tried again "Well, I did not saw her yet." He did not noticed that his talking was making Cynder look angrier "But, she could still be in the house. But it don't seen big enough for an adult dragon to live, so I guess-"

Spyro would have continued, but Cynder suddenly turned to him and snapped in his face "SHE IS DEAD! OKAY?"

Spyro stopped and cornered back for a moment, as Cynder panted in front of him, one single tear slipping from her eye as she stared angrily at him. But soon he recovered, and said "I'm sorry."

Cynder looked away, hoping the purple dragon would drop the matter, but he did not.

"What happened?" Cynder sighed, she'd better answer at once the purple one's questions and get through with the talk "She got sick." She said bitterly "And no one wanted to help her."

"Why?" asked Spyro, and she answered "Because of my father!"

Spyro looked at her for a moment, and turned his look away as he searched for something nice to say "I'm really sorry. I mean, I know what I would feel if something happened to my parents."

"Stop it!" snapped Cynder, surprising the young dragon "Stop talking like you know what I've been through!" He eyes were angry and sad "Since I was a little child, people would stare strange at me!"

Spyro looked at her as she talked to him "People would say I was a monster just because of the things my father did, and they thought the worse of my mother because she had his child! I was mistreated by almost everyone, I received death threats almost every day, and no one was ever nice to me, save my mother and Yuri."

Cynder looked away as she kept talking "Yuri became friends with my mother when I was six. He always helped us with what we needed. He gave us money, food, crystals, he was always there for us."

Spyro looked at her as she continued "Yuri was… the father I never had." She seemed very sensitive when she said that, and her face saddened "When I was ten, she got sick, and Yuri was the only one who tried to help her."

Her look was forward, but looking at no place in particular as she continued "But, even being a good healer, and with all his crystals, he could not save her. Right before she died, he promised her he would take care of me."

She then turned again to face Spyro "And you? What is your story?" she asked almost aggressively. Spyro looked at her for a few moments, and looked away. He then said "Well, I'm really sorry for your mother." He said "She surely was a great person."

This seemed to make her expression soften a little, and the purple dragon continued "Well, about me, Yuri took me home after my father threw me by the window."

Cynder's eyes widened as she stared at Spyro. She had heard it right? "Your father threw you by the window!?" She asked scandalized "You mean that… When Yuri brought you home saying you're almost dying… Your parents did that!?"

Spyro nodded, and he procedded to tell her the same things he told to Yuri, about a few of his life, and about two nights ago. Cynder heared it completely shocked.

"This… This is so wrong!" She said more to herself than to Spyro. But the purple dragon said "Yeah, it was pretty hard this time. I still thinking that I should go back-"

"No!" Cynder suddenly cut him "They will kill you Spyro! Yuri is right, you are better in our house!"

Spyro looked at her, suddenly she seemed very more worried about him. "But, they must be worried about me." Spyro tried to say, and Cynder could only stare at him. Spyro turned his look away as he said "Yuri said that they don't love me."

"He is right." Said Cynder, and Spyro said "But, I think they cared about me, all this time. They kept me in home to prevent the others from hurting me, and they give me things to do in the house to prevent me from being bored."

Cynder looked at the ingenious dragon with pity "Spyro." She started trying to be as soft as possible "They were threating you like a slave. For them you're just a thing. This is not love."

Spyro looked down. It was the second time in less than 24 hours that someone said him this. And the worst part was that Spyro was starting to believe that it was true.

Silence fell bettwen them for a moment, and Cynder, sensing Spyro's sadness, tried to say more happily "Well, let's going, okay? We need to buy food for all of us!"

She was a bit exaggerated, and failed to be natural, but Spyro simply ignored it, and nodded as they walked in direction to the market.

Some buyers were really mean to them, until they showed the money. People could have their own opinions about them both, but with the taxes still at a few weeks from ending, they valorized money, no mattered who it came from.

They bought vegetables, meat, a few seasonings like pepper and salt, sugar, and some other things.

They stopped for a moment in one particular banking, one full of fruits that had a very good look. Spyro stopped to give them a look and a sniff. Cynder chuckled at him and said "You like?"

"The smell is really good." Said the purple dragon, and Cynder smiled at him "They are dragon fruit. They are kind of hard to find and only the best make them grow. They are expensive."

Spyro stared at the grape-like fruits, that were somewhat similar to him "I wish I could get a bite." He said to himself, and suddenly the owner of the banking slammed a paw bettwen him and the fruit, startling the young dragon.

"This is only for who can pay!" he said aggressively "Or you buy it or leave!" Spyro reeled back, and Cynder put herself between them "Okay hothead! We are leaving and a nice day to you too!"

And they both walked away, by the hard stare of that dragon. And when they were far, Cynder grumbled "What an ass! I should tell Yuri to not make business with him anymore!"

"Yuri sells crystals to him?" asked Spyro, and Cynder shrugged "Yuri sells crystals to the city, and sells some other things from his crops the merchants. Like the dragon fruits that guy had in his banking."

Spyro then realized why those fruits looked familiar. He had seen them into Yuri's garden. "Yuri sells all he has to the merchants?"

"No, not everything." Cynder said, Spyro noticed she seemed to be turning more sympathetic with him "He keeps a few of it for us to eat, including a few dragon fruits. We can… share one… if you want." She finished, giving him a shy smile.

Spyro was a bit taken back, but was able to smile back "I'd love to." He said already imagining how that fruit would taste.

They kept buying things, Spyro giving Cynder good hints about whose ones to pick, until the bag that once was filled with golden coins, was now filled with food.

"Well, I guess we can go back now." Said Spyro

"No, not yet." Said Cynder, and Spyro looked curiously at her "I have to visit my mother first. I visit her every time I get a chance."

"Oh!" said Spyro "Okay then, in what cemetery she is buried?"

Spyro immediately regretted having asked, because Cynder expression seemed to become heavier "Just follow me." She said sadly as she walked, and Spyro just followed her.

They walked for quite a while, until they arrived into the park. It was a nice place, with lusty green grass and a few trees. In their way, they passed by a great statue.

It depicted two dragons, male and female, with an egg, all made with golden material. Spyro looked at the thing in wonder. Cynder noticed and said "Those are the founders of the dragon kingdoms. The first king and queen."

Spyro looked amazed, but them he turned back to Cynder as they walked past it "Cynder, do we have to go through here to get where your mother is buried?"

The black dragoness sighed "She is buried in this park." She said to Spyro. "When she got terrible sick, she was able to walk here in this same park, and laid under a tree. She died right there. No one wanted her buried in a cemetery near some 'well beings' so they buried her right there, where she died."

Spyro lowered his head. How people could be so horrible? Why they hated Cynder and her mother just because they're related with Malefor? It was around the same thing with him. He felt really sorry for them.

They stopped in the middle of the way. At 30 feet away, was one great tree, and under it, was what seemed to be a grave. Cynder looked at him "Could you please wait here? It is kind of personal."

Spyro nodded, and Cynder went to stand in front of the grave. And, before she could leave, Spyro had one more thing to ask her "Cynder?"

The black dragoness turned to face him, and Spyro asked "What does it feels like? To be loved?"

Cynder looked at him, and thought for a moment before answering "It feels good. You got the feeling that someone cares about you. You feel wanted and welcome, and that you will never be truly alone."

Spyro looked down again, and only nodded, and Cynder walked off to her mother's grave.

Spyro looked at her as she stood in front of the grave, laying, and seemed to speak to it. She lanced glances to the purple dragon over her shoulder as she talked to it.

And during this, he couldn't help but think about what Cynder had just told him. Feeling wanted and welcome. It was a feeling he never had before. Maybe she and Yuri were right. Maybe his parents never really loved him.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Spyro felt his heart skip a beat as he turned around, and faced Blast's smiling face.

"So, do you decided to again show your shity face around here?"

"Please Blast not now." Said Spyro "I really don't want problems."

"So, can I sit here?" he asked sweetly, like pretending that he did not heard Spyro. "You seem to be lonely and I want to make you company."

"You don't need." Said Spyro, wanting anything but having Blast near him "I'm here with someone."

"Oh, I'm sure your imaginary friend won't mind me sitting in here." He said, sitting right in front of Spyro "So, what about we play a game?"

Spyro inclined his body backwards as Blast neared him "Do I have a choice?"

"No."

Spyro sighed "What kind of game?"

Blast showed him a toothy grin "Is a quiz. I'll make you questions, for each one you answer right I will back away a step, and each time you answer wrong I'll hit you."

Spyro cringed "Look, I really don't want problems-" Spyro started, but was suddenly cut out when Blast grabbed his horn and shoved his face in the ground.

"Wrong answer, freak! Now answer that, what was the name of the first king of Warfang?"

Spyro tried uselessly to escape, but Blast was stronger "I don't know."

Blast chuckled "So, I guess you know what this means." He said, as he moved out his paw and gave a sharp his into Spyro's bandaged wing, making the poor purple dragon cry out in pain.

"Hey you!" Cynder's voice come, making both dragons look to see the black dragoness running in their direction with a mad look in her face "Leave him alone right now!"

"Oh, look at this." Said Blast, now grabbing and twisting Spyro's damaged wing, making him groan in pain "You really got yourself company! And it's the spawn of Malefor! Why I'm not surprised?"

Cynder stepped closer to him threatening "Let him go and get lost you jerk!"

Blast turned to her smilling "Force me!" he said defiantly, and Cynder immediately jumped over him.

Blast was faster, though, and jumped out of the way, letting go off Spyro, who slumped to the ground as Cynder landed in front of him. She quicly turned around to see Blast's mocking smile.

"It is all you got?" he said, and Cynder growled at him "Not even close." She said, adopting a fighting pose. And Blast answered by inhaling deep, and breathing a fireball over them.

Cynder, instead of dodging out of the way, took a deep breath, and exhaled a strong gust of wind, that breathed away the fire, extinguishing it. Both Blast and Spyro looked at her wide eyed.

She had just breathed wind!?

"B-but… How? YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE A SHADOW DRAGONESS!" Blast said accusingly. Cynder was able to smile at him "My father was able to use more than one element. I guess this is the only good trait I got from him." Cynder said as she jumped, and now dived into the ground, seemingly vanishing into a shadow.

Blast's eyes widened as the shadow dashed through the ground, and got straight under his head. Immediately, Cynder's paw got up from it, and slammed in the red dragon's chin, making him wince as it sank back into the shadow.

Then the shadow moved to behind him, and Cynder emerged from it, and shoot in him a blast of darkness that hit him square, sending him reeling a few feet in the ground.

Blast groaned as he tried to get up, and Cynder looked menacingly to him, she then took a deep breath, and breathed a green colored smoke into a nearby tree. The smoke cleared in a few seconds, revealing that the tree was now dead. Cynder then turned to him "This was poison. One particular thing of mine. If you don't want to feel it straight in your skin, you better get off."

Blast snarled at her as he got up "This is not over." He said angrily as he looked over to both dragons "Mark my words you two. I'll get back at both of you for this." And as one last act, he swung his tail, hitting Spyro's wing, making him cry out in pain, and swung it back, hitting him in the temple, making him gasp as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground as Blast took flight.

Cynder would have come after him, if she had not ran in Spyro's direction to help him. "Spyro!" She nudged him "Spyro, are you alright? Spyro!?" The young dragon only groaned in his sleep.

"Oh, Spyro." She said, and she noticed one strange things about his wing. The bandages seemed to be turning soaked into something. It didn't seemed blood, it was black and smelled rotted. Cynder was now really worried about it, she picked Spyro in her back, and flew with him straight to Yuri's house.

Later, in Yuri's house

Spyro could hear Yuri's voice "This is worse than I thought." His voice seemed dark and serious, different from what Spyro had remembered, and then he heard Cynder's worried voice "Are you sure we can't do nothing about it?"

Spyro then groaned, startling both, and he got up, looking at them, who looked at him worried. Spyro groaned as he tried to move "What happened?"

A death silence fell over the place for a few moments, before Cynder said "Blast hit your head and you fainted." She seemed down somehow "I brought you here, and Yuri could examine you."

"And, what was worse than you thought?" Spyro asked, looking at Yuri. The wolf looked away, and took a deep breath "Your wing." He said quietly, and Spyro looked at him, and then, at his own wing.

And his heart skipped a bit.

His wing was very different. It was pale, and there was a few parts that were blackened, and it seemed that were leaking some blackish fluid that smelled strange. Spyro turned to Yuri and Cynder, seemed scared.

Before he could ask, Yuri explained "Your wing seemed to be leaking when Cynder brought you." His voice was sad "When I felt the smell, I immediately suppose the worse. I took off the bandages, hoping to be wrong, but I only confirmed my fears."

Spyro was still looking at him "What happened to my wing?"

Yuri seemed not to have heard him "Spyro, I'm so sorry. Maybe, if we had more crystals-"

"What happened to my wing?" Spyro asked again. Yuri looked at him, his eyes full of pity "Your wing… is dead."

Spyro stared at him for a few seconds, his mind processing what he had just said "What...?" he asked, and Yuri started talking again "The damage on your wing was too severe. The tissue has died, that is why it is pale, and the darkened spots are the rotting and infection." Yuri looked at the wing "It is dead, and will nevre move again… It would be better if it simply was amputated."

Spyro looked to the ground. This… this couldn't be true… He could not accept, he refused to accept. "No… NO! You are wrong!" Spyro said, making Cynder flinch, but Yuri remained impassive. Tried to open his wings, and take a flight, but he only got to fall to the ground, he tried again, only to fall again. He then started to cry.

Yuri and Cynder both looked at him with pit. Yuri put a hand on his shoulder "Spyro." He said "If you want, you can even keep the wing, but it will probably never move again. Be sides, if we let it in there, it may spread to the rest of your body. It would be too dangerous."

Spyro kept in the ground, sobbing softly, and Yuri said "Believe me, if there was a better option, I would take it." Spyro sniffed, and raised his head. And turned to him "O-okay." He said with a shaken voice "You can… do it." He said, not being able to form the words, "amputate my wing."

Yuri sighed "I need to make you unconscious. So we can make it with the least of pain to you." Spyro nodded, and let his head drop, expecting a hard hit in his head, instead, he felt just a small pressure in his neck, and felt light headed, and fainted before noticing he was falling.

Yuri walked to the kitchen, and brought a lighted candle and a knife. He put the blade over the fire, and said "Cynder, hold him. Even being unconscious, his body will react when I hit the wing.

Cynder nodded, and held Spyro as still as she could, as Yuri approached him with the knife, and hold his dead wing. He aimed the knife in the right place where the wing met with the joint. Then he raised it high, before bringing it down.

One dry cut was heard as a grunt from a dragon, followed by the sound of a wing hitting the ground.