And here is yet another chapter for all of my readers! Hope you all like it, and again, sorry for the delay, had many other projects ^^;

Please, enjoy

Spyro and Yuri got out of the basement, walking back into the main living room of the small house. Once there, Yuri walked to the kitchen, to prepare lunch, and Spyro found Cynder sitting in the couch of the room.

He looked at her for a moment, and walked in, laying in the couch along with her. Cynder than wasted no time to ask him "How was it?"

Spyro looked at her for a second, before realizing that she was referring to his first training in Yuri's fighting style. Spyor than said "Yeah, Yuri said I did good for my first time. I guess it could have been very worse."

Cynder noticed the way Spyro seemed unhappy about himself, and she wasted no time in start to cheer him up by saying "Aw, come on." She smiled at him "I'm sure you did it great, and Yuri agrees."

Spyro looked at her, as she said "You didn't expected to be already as good at it as Yuri is just in the first day, did you? Wait some time, you will get to be as good as him someday. I'm sure of it."

Spyro felt sincerity in her voice, and was able to smile back at her. Soon they were called by Yuri to eat lunch. This time the food was some roasted meat that smelled delicious, and Spyro and Cynder eagerly ate it.

During the lunch, Yuri said to Spyro, casually "So, Spyro, do you plan to train a bit more today? Or you rather do something else?"

Spyro looked at him, chewing his roast. He then swallowed, and said "I'm not sure yet." He sounded a bit sincere "I think you are right and maybe I can train later." He then remembered of what Yuri said moments earlier before they left the basement "You really think I should go back to painting?"

This called Cynder's attention, who looked at Spyro, and Yuri said "Of course, you are very good at it. It is a great talent." The sincerity of his voice moved Spyro, who said "But it's nothing too good."

"How can you say that?" said Cynder "I saw these paintings, and I must say that they are REALLY good. Yuri is right, you do have talent!"

Spyro blushed a little at this comment, and Yuri continued "It is truth. Painting is a way of art, and art tells the world how do you feel. It is in a way juts like music." Both dragons looked at him "You have a lot of potential, Spyro, I see that in you, and I'm not only talking about the painting. You can do anything, if you work hard and if you believe yourself. I'm pretty sure of it, you just have to believe in it too."

The wolf offered to Spyro his most sincere smile, and Spyro felt his cheeks heating form a blush, and he said "Well… if you say so… But, what could I paint?"

"What you feel like." He said "Like I said, painting means expressing yourself, like all the arts. You can paint something you wan, or something about how you feel. All your previous paintings were about things that were deep in your heart. You just have to follow the same path you did with them. Paint what you feel deep inside."

Spyro flinched a little remembering the paintings he had done with Terrador and Nova, and he was sure he didn't wanted to paint them again. But, Yuri did had a point, Spyro had painted them based into something that he dreamed about, and something that he did cared very much. And now, Spyro had other things he cared about, and it somewhat gave him inspiration.

Spyro felt like he could paint, and that he could do something good.

The lunch went away and soon Spyro went back to his room, while Cynder was now help9ing Yuri take care of the house. Before Spyro went up, Yuri gave him a few things, a few papers and a pencil of charcoal. Spyro knew that they were for making drawings.

Spyro locked himself in his room, and laid on the ground, imagining what he should drawn now. A lot of things filled his thoughts, and the memories of the past days came back to him. Like the way Yuri saved him form falling. And the cliff Yuri showed him and in which they both came to fly. He also thought about Cynder, about the way they played togheter and the way she seemed to care about them.

In this, it was hard to avoid that some darker memories came back at him. Like all the things Terrador and Nova did to him, and how they tried to get rid of him when they thought he was no longer useful. He remembered the way he lost his wing, and the way Blast and his idiotic friends picked on him.

This made his heart hurt and feel heavy. He felt anger for them and for all the things that they did to him. He felt revolted and felt the wish to give them back for every single time that they made him suffer, and he wished he could drawn them in all kinds of terrible situations.

But them, his thoughts came back to Yuri, and to their talks, and the way the wolf seemed to want him to be a good person. Spyro seemed to be a little tranquilized by this, as the wolf seemed never for a moment to care about his colors or about what he could or not do. Yuri saw him just as a kid, and someone who needed help. He saw Spyro as a person.

Spyro felt good thinking about Yuri, and he wanted to feel good, to drawn good things. He wanted to keep his mind away from these heavy thoughts, and away from the horrible people that made him suffer. He wanted to focus on the things that made him feel good.

And so, he slowly touched the paper with the charcoal and started moving it across it.

Spyro slid the moving charcoal over the white paper, making the black stain the white, and slowly moving it in circles and lines over the paper, and slowly making a shape out of it. Spyro was good in using it, and he knew that he should make it lighter or stronger to get different tones of black and of shading.

Spyro had already used charcoal to use some of his works in wood and paper. He had learned from trying and making mistakes that he needed a certain strength to make it good like that. He already had some experience with old pieces of charcoal come from the fireplace and from the oven, and it was the first time he used a pencil made out of charcoal.

But Spyro was a fast learner, and he already knew how to make a good use of it and to make a good work out of it. Spyro passed the charcoal over the paper slowly, using more or less strength to turn the drawing into what he wanted.

Spyro had a picture in his mind, a picture that was moved by all the feeling coming behind it. A picture that was related to all the good feelings he had, and by his own dreams and happiness that he had. This was what fueled that image, a image that he formed and that he knew that he could make it real.

This was what used to move Spyro when he drawn these painting with him, Terrador and Nova. They had been made by the thought that deep inside they loved him, and they were dreams of what they could do together in the future.

These thoughts now were dead to him, but now, he had new thoughts, new feelings, moved by some new special people on his life, and these created a new image for him to draw.

Spyro moved gently the charcoal over the paper, and slowly, an image was coming to life under his dexterous paws. It formed a black edge, forming a shape that projected forward, and son, he was forming images over it.

Spyro smiled as the image was coming to life, and he stopped in the middle of the image. His face suddenly went pained for a bit, and he hesitated a bit more, but forced himself to keep drawing, and he started forming what was for him, making an image out of the black, white and in between.

After a time that to Spyro felt only like a few minutes, he had finished. Spyro put the charcoal aside, and admired his handy-work. It was a picture made out of charcoal, and it had him and Yuri, in the same cliff, seen form a different angle. They both were with it, with their feet/hindpaws in the cliff, while their arms/frontpaws were outstretched, and they both seemed to be flying, with smiles on their faces. Spyro had even managed to make some effect on Yuri's fur in that drawing, and he had drawn the small stub that was his own amputee wing.

Spyro frowned slightly over the sight of the stub that he had drawn with almost a scary perfection. But, it was a detail, overall, Spyro thought that the drawing had become very good. It was good to show, already. Spyro admired it, and he looked at the window, the sun had changed, so it meant that he had spent a while doing it.

Spyro sighed, and he looked back at the drawing, and frowned again at the sight of his amputee wing. He closed his eyes and flexed his remaining wing to feel it, at the same time that he almost had the feeling that his other wing was still there, and he also knew that it was no longer in there, that now he was missing and incomplete. This made him feel bad, and made him wish that he had his wing back.

Spyro stopped for a moment, and he opened his eyes, and he had already another idea for a drawing, and he was starting drawing it now. He pulled the first drawing and put on a separate part, being very careful not to damage the drawing. He then picked up the charcoal again, and aimed it, landing gently into the paper before moving it gently.

Spyro knew what he wanted to draw, and he was fueled by his own personal desires, and by the good feeling that it transmitted him. He focused on the feeling that he remembered of this two wings on his back, on the feeling he had in the cliff, when he and Yuri "flew" in there, and the good feelings he had with the wolf next to him.

Spyro draw into the surface, slowly making an image appear in it, and making the white and black work together to form a picture and tell a history. He worked diligently, very attention to the details, and soon, it was done.

Spyro looked proudly to the new drawing he had made. The drawing was one figure that had him among some clouds, with his wings outstretched and a smile on his face as he seemed to be soaring to the skies. The shadows indicating that the sun was beating on him, and the clear and shadow was indicating the shine on him. And there, by his die, was Yuri, seemingly floating into the air, and smiling too, his face turned to Spyro as both seemed to fly.

Spyro looked at it, and he seemed to be proud of his work. But, he stopped to look at Yuri, and the wolf seemed to be flying around without any visible means of sustentation. He thought that maybe it did not seemed natural, and he really wanted Yuri to fly around in a natural way. Spyro looked over it, and he remembered about the birds, and about the way they moved their feathered wings moved.

Spyro took the charcoal on his hand, and he started drawing again, and after a few moments, he was done. Now, the Yuri of his drawing had big feathered wings coming out of his back, and they seemed to shine on the light and the be agitated by the wing.

Spyro looked at the picture, that made a little more sense now. Spyro knew that wolves did not had wings, and anyone would know this drawing was of something imaginary. Yet, seeing the wolf like that, whit these wings, and with that kinds expression, it somehow made a strange sense to Spyro, and it seemed to be something right.

He looked like an angel.

And he wasn't?

Yuri had offered his hand to help him stand when any other else would have kicked him, and offered to him a home without asking for nothing in return. The wolf cared for him, and was good to him, and saved him when he was almost dying, and anyone else in the whole Warfang would have ignored and let him there to die.

For Spyro, Yuri was truly an angel. He was HIS angel.

Spyro smiled at this thought, and placed this new drawing aside, and wasted no time to put the charcoal into the next paper set and start drawing something else. His memories went back to the day he was almost dying. The day his parents finally decided to get rid of him. And Yuri found him, and save d his life. Yuri cared for him much more than his own family Had, and they had only met. And yet, the wolf cared for him.

Spyro smiled at this thought, as his paw dragged the charcoal all across the paper, to form an image out of black and white. After minutes, it was done. It was a figure of Spyro on the ground, looking bruised and beaten, and next to him was Yuri, holding the head of his unconscious form, a worried look on his face and big feathered wings sprouting from his back as he seemed to check on the poor unconscious dragon in the ground. The wolf seemed to have some kind of glow around him, as he was himself emitting light.

Spyro felt really happy and satisfied with this image, and he wanted to drawn more of him and Yuri. He then remembered Cynder. Cynder was a rejected, just like him, and all because of her father. Spyro felt truly sorry for her. She had been aggressive towards Spyro in the first day, but they had soon got close, and they both could now play together, as if they had been friends in their whole lives.

Spyro smiled at the thought that someone wanted to be his friend. He and Cynder somehow understood each other, since they had been in similar situations, with the whole city against them. Spyro felt that he and she should stand for each other. Just like she stood against Blast for him.

Spyro looked at the charcoal, and he put the new drawing aside, and locked his eyes in the next paper, and soon he was also drawing in it with the charcoal. The memories of the way Cynder fought Blast just to protect him, and the way she was willing to fight for him, for his good. This gave him the sensation he and Yuri had talked before, the feeling of being wanted and welcome.

Spyro felt it a lot in that house, and he felt it in the park, when he saw Cynder standing out for him, even that he had fainted soon after. And now, he was putting it in a drawing. And within minute, the drawing was complete.

It showed a bruised Spyro on the background, looking upwards to Cynder, who stood in the first line, seeming ready to battle, with her wings raised high and a fierce look in her eyes, as if ready to take care of anyone who tried to hurt the dragon that was behind her. It was easy to notice the protective way she was posing herself between the purple dragon behind and whatever was it that she was facing now.

Spyro smiled at the drawing, but them, he remembered the sequence of events that were lead after that. His wing being cut off. He winced a little, his expression becoming a little heavier as these thoughts filled his mind. He shook his body, he wanted to keep these heavy thoughts way from him, especially now that he was thinking of so good things.

Spyro took some deep breaths, trying to bring on good thoughts, good memories, and he remembered one. The moment he woke up for the first time in Yuri's house. The way the wolf seemed to be happy for seeing him okay and that he had helped him to get better and to raise up again.

This thought was what motivated him, and he placed the fourth drawing aside, and started working on the fourth. He dragged the charcoal over the paper, as his thoughts were filled again with the sensation he had when Yuri cared for him. The feeling of being wanted and welcome, and feeling like he had a place where he belonged, and that place was with Yuri and Cynder. And Spyro knew it, and he just felt that it seemed right.

Spyro finished within minutes, and now, he was looking at his new drawing. Spyro himself was laying on a bed, mattresses set over him, and he seemed to be sleeping. Next to him, sitting on a chair, was Yuri, and the wolf seemed to be checking on his temperature, to se if he was feverish. And the wolf, once again, had wings on his back, these ones folded as he sat on the chair in front of Spyro. The wolf once again seemed to emit some short of glow, as if he had light of his own, like these sun crystals.

Spyro smiled once again at this drawing, and he was about to start other, when there was a knock on the door. Spyro raised his head to look at the wooden door, and he asked "Who is it?"

"It's me." Said the voice on the other side, it was Cynder's voice, and Spyro's answer was "Come in!"

Cynder perked her head inside as she opened the door, and saw Spyro in there, laying on the floor, with a few papers around him and a piece of charcoal in his paw. Cynder looked at him for a few moments, and then she said "Yuri said you would be here drawing. I cae to check on you."

"I'm okay." Said Spyro, looking at his four drawings "Yeah, I have been drawing, and I like it. I guess Yuri was right, it helps me feel a bit better."

Cynder nodded "Good to know. I came to check you because you have been here for four hours."

"Four hours!?" Spyro exclaimed. He had passed this much time drawing? Wow! Time seemed to go short when he was doing it. He could swear he had been drawing only for minutes. Spyro then remembered he had that same feeling when he was drawing in his old home. He lost count of how many times Terrador and Nova screamed at him for not doing things in the right time. Spyro seemed to lost track of time every time he started drawing something, and this time it seemed it was no exception.

Cynder approached him, and she asked "What have you been drawing?"

Spyro looked at her, and he said "Huh, well, you can give it a look if you want." He said, gesturing to the drawings with his paw, and he opened space for Cynder "Be careful the charcoal can stain a bit."

Cynder looked at the drawings, and she evaluated one by one. The ones with Yuri, and the ones that had herself. She was amazed! The drawings were almost as if they were perfect pictures. Spyro was able to capture perfectly the shapes and the angles and the perspective of each situation.

He had not only drew the ones in there, he had drawn everything that was around them in perfect detail. Cynder could see very well the shades in her own body in the drawing it had of her, and the way her horns curved backwards in that angle, and the perfectuiong of the details in Spyro behind her.

And she saw that same perfection in the other drawings, there was perspective and angle in each of them, and there was a very clever game of light and shadow, giving them even more realism and life. The details also were perfect, like the was Yuri's fur seemed to get agitated by the wind, and the way his tail seemed to be swaying behind him, and these wings… well, Yuri did not had wings, but they were also perfect! The feathers, the way they moved, and the way he was positioned and the way that the light seemed to beat on them.

Cynder could only watch in amazement at each one of these so talented drawings, and she was really speechless at the perfection Spyro had gotten them. "Spyro…" she said, after a few minutes "They are all amazing!"

Spyro blushed at her compliment "They are just scraps."

"They are beautiful!" she said, and she picked one of them, one that had Spyro in the bed with Yuri taking care of him. "This is just what your bed looks like! And you did the mattresses perfectly, and you draw yourself and Yuri! It is a great work!"

Spyro now was really blushing at all these compliments. "Thank you." He said shyly "I tried to do my best."

"And you did." Said Cynder, smiling at him. And Spyro could only blush a bit more, and he didn't knew why he was blushing like that now, nor why he was feeling this strange feeling on his chest each time that Cynder gave him that smile. He just knew that he somehow liked it.

Cynder than said "So, you want to keep here drawing?" Spyro looked at her, and Cynder said "I would like to come out and we can play a little, but if you rather stay in here and draw I understand."

"No." Spyro said rather quickly, "I'd love to go out. I need a little fresh air." He said as he picked up all the drawings, and gently put them aside, along with the rest of the blank paper. Spyro them noticed that his claws had become a little stained with the charcoal, and he cleaned it in a piece of paper. Soon he turned to Cynder, and she was waiting for him at the door, smiling warmly at him, and Spyro smiled too, and walked to her.

Soon they both were going downstairs, and Spyro called out "Yuri! We are going out!"

"Okay! Just don't go too far, and be careful!" was Yuri's answer, and so, both dragons went outside. And they were greeted with the sunlight and the smell of the fresh air and the grass into that floor. The grass was lusty and green around the house, and the sun was beating down it's rays, making it a good place to stay and to spend your time. The day seemed beautiful and the afternoon was good to stay outside.

Cynder took a deep breath of the fresh air and sighed happily. Spyro followed her example, and he felt the fresh air of the outside fill his lungs, and he felt it to be pleasantly. He sighed happily as he felt the smell of the sweetness of the grass fill his nostrils, and left it as he exhaled. Spyro never had time to stop and appreciate the things like the smell of the grass. Nova and Terrador were always wanting him to make something, like to prepare their food or to make their beds. Spyro was always busy making things for them, and he barely even had time to himself, and neither of these two dragons seemed to even remotely care to it.

No.

He could not think about them anymore. He didn't wanted to think about it anymore. Spyro didn't wanted to think on them. They never considered him a son, they saw him only as a monster, just like Malefor was. Spyro didn't wanted to think on them again, he didn't wanted to think about them ever again.

"Spyro?" he heard Cynder ask, and he looked at her. She had noticed that he had become strange suddenl,y as if he was thinking of something very bad, and now, she was looking at him conrcerned "Is everything okay?"

The worry I her eyes somehow made Spyro forget about his problems and he shook these thoughts out, and he was able to smile at her. Problems seemed to become far from his mind when he was with the ones that5 he knew that truly cared for him. "I am okay" he said to her, and he said "I guess we came here to play, right?"

Cynder knew that something was bothering Spyro, but he seemed really better when he spoke to her, and so, she decided to leave him be. She smiled back "What about some tag?" she aske,d and she touched Spyro's nose "Tag, you're in!" and she ran off. Spyro took a few mments to realize what had went, and he soon was running after her.

They laughed as they ran, and Spyro followed Cynder the best he could. This time, Cynder didn't tried to open her wings an fly, and she was just running from him, as fast as her four legs could carry her, and Spyro was not too far behind. He was not the athletic kind, but having to do chores in the house for years gave him his own affair of strength. He was able to keep up with her for an amount of time, still, she was faster.

Spyro was having some problem to follow her lead, and he was starting to become tired, Spyro decided it was better using some strategy. He let her go forward, and took a shortcut across a tree. Cynder kept running a while more before she took noticed that Spyro was no longer after her.

She stopped and looked behind, a bit confused "Spyro?" she said, looking to the sides, and she heard someone clearing his throat behind her. She turned around, and met Spyro with a sly smile on his face, and he gently touched her snout, and said "Tag, you're in!" and he ran oof, laughing hard. Cynder took a few seconds to recover, and she smiled, and she started running after him.

They both laughed as they ran together, they let all their troubles disappear as they delivered themselves into the joins of being together and playing together. There was no Warfang. There was no Terrador and Nova. There was no Blast and his idiotic friends. There was no deceased loved ones. There was no fear and hate. It all seemed to disappear before them as the only thing that mattered now in the world, was that they were together, and with that, all they needed was each other, and all they wanted was to be together, there, having a good time. Nothing else seemed to matter, as they were happy and enjoying a good time with someone that really cared for them. It was all that really mattered.

Cynder laughed as she ran after Spyro, who was surprisingly quick and swift. He managed to lose her for a while as they both ran farther and farther form the house, both having too much fuin to worry about it. They laughed as they ran, and Spyro was way ahead of her, and Cynder was following him, and was slowly gaining speed.

In a moment, when Spyro was ahead, Cynder jumped into the air, and aimed a big breath of Wind in the ground. She propelled herself just like a rocket, and landed safely right in front of Spyro. The purple dragon was startled by this, and he stumbled as he tried to stop, and he ended up fallen right in front of Cynder. She smiled down at him, and gently poked his nose "You're in it again."

"Hey." Said Spyro, getting up "You cheated." He said, but he was still smiling. Cynder chuckled "What, you never said anything about rules." She said with a sly smile, and Spyro said "I guess it was obvious."

Cynder chuckled at him, and he couldn't help but chuckle too, and he said "You are good with your element."

"Thank you."

"I wish knew how to use at least one." Spyro said sadly. Cynder looked at him "You don't use elements?"

Spyro sighed, and said "Terrador and Nova never cared teaching me anything besides they thought I'd needed to learn. I barely know how to read and write. And I never used an element before. The only one they taught me was fire, and they only teach me enough so I could cook the food and light the fireplace." Spyro looked to the ground as he said that "I guess they didn't wanted me to learn other elements because they thought I was like Malefor."

Cynder looked at him, and was unsure of what to say for a few moments. And she finally said "They were wrong."

Spyro looked at her, and she said to him "Malefor was a monster. He destroyed families and lives only because he wanted power and wanted other to be under his will." She looked straight into his eyes as she explained it "He only cared about himself and about power. He didn't cared who he was going to hurt as long as he got what he wanted. And you are not like that."

Spyro looked at her, the way she said it with such sureness made him feel better. He was able to smile at her, and he felt his cheeks heating a little as she had said such kind words to him. Once again, Spyro felt like there was a moment when he felt like he belonged and that he was wanted and welcome. That beautiful feeling that Yuri had talked to him about. Spyro was feeling like he was truly loved by someone. That he was wanted as a friend, and this for him was more worth than anything else in the whole world.

Spyro approached her, and nuzzled his neck against her's using his wing to envelop her in a hug. This caught Cynder of guard, and she just stood there, unsure of what to do or say as Spyro hugged her. This hug lasted for a couple moments, before Spyro said "Thank you."

Cyner did not answered, so Spyro continued "Thank so much for being here for me. And for caring for me." He said as a single tear ran down his face "I'm so thankful for you and Yuri accepting me. I think I'll never be able to repay neither of you."

There was a brief silence, as the surprise in Cynder's face was replaced with a smile, she used her own wings to hug Spyro back, and they both remained that hug for a few moments, neither of them wanting to break it, and both of them enjoying very much the heat that came from each other's presence. The world seemed less important as they were in there, together, and they could count on each other for any hardship along the way.

Thye finally broke their hug after a few seconds, and they both looked at each other, and they looked around, and saw that now they were a bit far from the house. In fact, they were somewhat close to the forest, and it was kind of dangerous.

Cynder was not afraid, since she could fend for herself easily, and she had good mastery of her own elements. Spyro, on the other hand, being think and almost without any muscle mass, and not having any control over elements, and considering that he had his first class in any short of self-defense in that same day, and that it was nothing extraordinary, was worried that he could be in danger in there. He was even that he could hold Cynder's down if she needed to protect him while she was fighting.

"We are far." Said Spyro, still worried "We should go back, it will get dark soon."

Cynder looked at him, and she nodded "Yeah, maybe we should go closer to home, Yuri might get worried if he look in the window and don't see us near."

Spyro nodded, and she started walking forward, and Spyro was about to go after her, when he heard something. He turned his head in direction to the forest behind him. Looking to see if he could make out where that noise had came from.

Cynder noticed Spyro was not coming along, and she looked at him. Spyro was till looking at the forest, and he heard it again. This time he was completely sure he had heard it. He turned around and looked at the forest before him.

Cynder looked at Spyro, and she walked near him as she asked "Spyro?" she came near him "Spyro, what is wrong?"

"Did you heard that?" Spyro asked, still looking at the forest. Cynder looked at him for a few moments, and she said "Heard what?"

That was when the noise came again, and this time, Cynder had heard it too. "That!" said Spyro, and Cynder listened carefully "It seems like some short of animal." She said, and Spyro then said "Seems like is calling for help."

Cynder looked at him, a bit surprised for him saying such a thing. The noise seemed something like an animal, and some that was hurt, but saying it was calling for help? It was a strange thought. Then, Cynder heard it again, and this time, she paid more attention to it. And she coiuld make out some short of word.

Help

It was barely intelligible, and it seemed to be like someone was trying to talk through a pillow. But she was pretty sure she had heard it and so was Spyro. "Who is that?" asked Cynder, looking to the forest as she treid to find the source of the sound.

"I don't know." Was Spyro's answer "But seems to need help." Was all that Spyro said before he walked off in direction to the forest. Cynder looked at him for a few moments as he walked to it, and followed him "Spyro, wait!"

But the purple dragon walked, determined to find out who was calling fro help, and why. Cynder, however, was a bit worried. Walking to the forest when it was close to getting, dark? For her it didn't seemed to be a good idea, especially considering the creatures that wandered through it. And it was because of a sound that they didn't knew who or what was making. Indeed, it seemed like a call for help, but this would not be the first time that the sound of some animal was confused with the voice of someone. Cynder was worried they could get in some trouble.

Spyro walked forward as Cynder followed him. He looked around as he kept hearing the calls for help, which became louder as he walked closer.

Help!

Someone out there?

Help!

Spyro kept walking, and he called "Is anyone in there?"

Who said that?

"I said!" called Spyuo, looking around, and he looked around as he tried to locate the exact source of the sound, and the voice said "In here!"

Spyro turned his head, as if he had got the source of the voice, and he said "Keep talking!" and he started following the sound. He could hear the calls for help as he walked with Cynder on his hells.

Following the sound, he came near the edge of the forest. There were some really strange looking plants in there. There was one blue flower with red colored spikes, and there was also a tree stump with several mushrooms growing from it. Spyro stopped in front of a plant that somewhat resembled a pod or some short of vase. It was green colored with red dots all over it, and there was a strange leaf that was in the top and seemed to act as some short of lid that kept it closed.

But it wasn't the plant itself that had called his attention. It was the fact that the calls for help were coming from inside that odd-looking plant!

"Someone get me out of here!" said the voice form inside the plant, and Spyro looked at it for a few seconds, and Cynder too as she came closer. The voice kept calling "Are you still there?"

"Yes." Said Spyro, as he looked at the plant and tried to figure out how whoever it was had ended inside of it. And how did it fit inside. For the voice, it was clear that whoever was it was male, and that also was an adult, or almost, by the tone of the voice.

The thing was that the plant was a bit smaller than Spyro and Cynder, the the top of it, where the lid was placed, was not very big. Even a hatchling would have to struggle to fit past it. It was hard to understand how some creature could fit inside of it and also be stuck in there. Unless the creature was really very small.

"Who is in there?" asked Cynder, and the voice answered "Who is it!?"

"She is with me." Said Spyro, as he kept examining the plant "But, how did you got stuck inside there?"

"I don't know!" said the voice form inside "I was just flying around, trying to get my afternoon snack, when this thing swallowed me!"

Cynder and Spyro shared a look. The plant swallowed him? It was even possible? Of course, Spyro had already heard of some plants that were carnivorous, but they usually hunted insects. Never in his life he had heard about some plant that could swallow a whole creature. The thing would have to be able to distend its "mouth" to amazingly proportions. And yet, why they could not see his shape inside that small space?

"Is it tight in there?" asked Spyro, and the voice said "I'm being digested alive! Let me out of her and then we talk!"

Spyro looked at Cynder, who nodded, and Spyro took a few distance, and looked at the plant. Spyro sighed, and he moved his body, swinging his tail at the plant and hitting it square in the body.

As Spyro hit it, the plant swung as the one inside of it yelped loudly "OUCH!" But the plant seemed not to have been damaged, then, Spyro swung his tail again, hitting the plant once again. And he ndid it again, without any visible result. At each hit, the one inside the plant cried out

"Ouch! Ouch!" he cried out "What are you guys doing in there!? I'm still inside here, remember?"

"Sorry." Said Spyro, as hitting seemed not to be working. The purple dragon put himself into thinking into an alternative solution, and an idea popped on his mind. He turned to his friend "Cynder, would your Poison work in this plant?"

Cynder looked at him "I guess so." She said, looking at the plant "But wouldn't it also hurt the guy inside?"

"Not if you use just a few of it. Just enough for the plant to spat him back."

Cynder nodded, indeed, it sounded like a good plan. So, soon Cynder was standg in front of the plant, and she was getting ready.

"Guys?" called the voice inside the plant "Are you still there?"

Cynder took a deep breath, and exhaled a sickening-green cloud at the plant, enveloping it. Soon, the plant was starting contorting itself, and a strang4e sound was coming fomr the inside.

"Hey, what is that!?" said the voince inside, as the pant seemed to be starting to feel sick from the inside. The plant had some few convulsions, and contracted around itself. Spyro and Cynder immediately got out of the way, as the plant spun itself, and opened the lid, and let out a gush of greenish fluid that was its digesting fluids.

Afte5r a few seconds of the plant "puking", it finally stopped, and remained there, seeming to be back at normal, and with the lid lifted. Spyro and Cynder rushed to the plant, and both looked inside the lid. The plant seemed to be empty, and the one that was once inside of it now was nowhere to be seem.

"Hello?" said Spyro, looking for a dragon or any creature that would be in there. And then he and Cynder heard "Vomited by a plant!" and they turned around, and they saw the creature they just saved. It had yellow, almost golden color in his body, and he had one torso with two arms coming from it. From his waist-down he was some long, sectioned tail-like, and he had a rather big head and two big eyes with black irises and two antennae coming out of the top. He had four long, insect-like wings coming out of his back, they had a lot of nervures running through them and they had some interesting designs in them, and they were both somewhat wet form the fluid inside, but they seemed to be able to flap, what he seemed to be doing as if to dry them out. In his face, there was a rather disgusted look as he checked himself, covered in "plant puke".

"If anyone hear about this they are going to make fun of me for a whole year." Said the dragonfly as he checked his body.