Next chapter. I might not have any school tomorrow right now as I'm typing this because I live up in New Hampshire, and now that it's winter, it's getting pretty darn cold up here now.

Enjoy!

He had been unconscious now for about five hours, and Spyro never left his side. He was too worried about Hunter. His friend's heart was beating slowly and weakly, and his breathing condition wasn't getting any better. Spyro would just look at Hunter and try to imagine what he looked like on the inside, such as where his heart and lungs where. He knew the anatomy of his friend, but now it changed. Two knew silver wings, a scaly tail, and scales on his stomach area really stumbled everyone. So his anatomy changed.

Although right now Hunter looks as if he lost at least a gallon of blood right now.

Spyro took immediate notice when Hunter's eyes started moving. It looked like he was dreaming…whatever a cheetah has to dream about…but he was really trying to wake up. It was one of those half-awake things, you know, when you're lying down and you know it, and you're trying to move, but you just can't? That's happened to me before. Several times, actually, and it's pretty darn scary, I'll say.

So somehow Hunter managed to gasp to wake himself up, of which scared the heck out of Spyro. It made the purple dragon bring out a small yelp of fright. With his eyes wide open now, Hunter looked around himself, seeing that he was on a bed inside of another hut. This time, it was his friend's house. Meadow. He was in Meadow's house, and he knew how Meadow felt about with anybody being in his house. But in this case, it was a…ahem…"state of emergency"…so Meadow will obviously let Hunter be in his house.

"Hunter? Are you alright?" Spyro asked, standing up.

Hunter just looked at his friend, panting deeply. He closed his eyes as the pain from his two wings rocketed to his brain, making him feel like screaming again, only to realize that he couldn't. He pretty much just wore out his vocal chords from everything that had just happen.

"Just a little sore…" He said quietly.

"I can't bare to look at you in so much pain, Hunter."

"Screaming just helps, my friend. But now I can't scream…I hurt to much to do so." There was a long silence in between them.

"What is it that's happening to me?" Hunter asked.

"We don't know, but half of you just turned into a dragon. It stopped once your…wings…came out." Hunter closed his eyes again and set his head down on the pillow.

After a while, Spyro began to notice that Hunter was beginning to breath much faster than normal, but he wasn't panting. He kept it going on for a few minutes, until it sparked Spyro's curiosity, and then he asked, "Are you okay? You're breathing rather…fast."

"I can't breathe."

"What? You're breathing just fine."

"No, I can't breathe." Hunter sat upright and held a hand to his chest.

"I don't understand." Spyro said, looking at Hunter awkwardly.

"I'm having an asthma attack." Hunter said and tried desperately to breathe.

So Spyro has no idea what an asthma attack is, but it was pretty self-explanatory since Hunter was breathing, but wasn't taking in any oxygen.

Spyro ran outside to get Chief Prowlus, but when he opened the door, he actually ran into him and knocked him to the ground by accident. But before he could stand up, Spyro said in a rather panicking tone, "Hunter having an asthma attack and I have no clue what to do!"

Everything was just happening so quickly. So get again, before the Chief could stand up, Meadow comes up in the scene and quickly enters his house with Spyro literally right behind him.

Spyro stayed next to Hunter as Meadow started going through something that was out of the dragon's sight, but he could hear that he was rummaging for something.

Hunter was still gasping for breath and was starting to become dizzy.

When meadow came out again, he had an inhaler and ran up to Hunter. The poor cat was now a little confused and frightened. First of all, he collapsed and then woke up with pain rocketing itself throughout his entire body, then his tail lost it's fur and turned into a thin, whip-like tail, and two wings ripped themselves (literally) from his back. Now he was having a friggin' asthma attack and he couldn't even hold the inhaler that would make him breathe again by dilating the bronchial tubes.

Hunter breathed in with the life-saving inhaler and immediately knew to hold his breath for about ten seconds while Meadow started shaking it again. He exhaled and breathed in again, held his breath, then exhaled. Meadow sat down on the bed with him and put an arm around his friend. "Are you alright, Hunter?" Hunter just started breathing more slowly but deeply, trying to get his breathing under control.

"I think so, Meadow. Thank you…" Hunter leaned his head on his friend's shoulder and just breathed easily for a while. Meadow had always been like the big brother that Hunter never had. They had grown up together side-by-side, and even when he had heart failure, Meadow was there and always made sure that he was alright. In fact, meadow always kept an extra of Hunter's asthma medication and anything else that he has to have just to make sure. Meadow has like, two of every medication just in case if his friend ever needs it. Most of them he's had to make himself from certain plants and minerals, of which of course, yeah, was pretty darn time-consuming, but he did it anyway.

So now Spyro was here, completely confused as to what was happen.

"Okay, so what exactly is an asthma attack?" Spyro asked, walking up to Meadow. So then that makes Meadow have to explain everything about an asthma attack, and Hunter was only get more and more tired. So after a long time of explaining, Spyro finally understood.

Hours later after that small panic-fright thing, Hunter asleep again and Spyro was flying over the village, just for the heck of it. Oh, how he loved flying. It was just so peaceful right now, although Spyro began to annoy some people. Don't ask how, it was just starting to annoy them, but Spyro just ignored the other cheetahs and continued flying around.

For three straight days, Hunter remained laying down in bed, feeling better each hour. Every now and then, his wings would bleed, but that was just a small thing. Eventually, he began to be able to speak more clearly. He could breathe better, his eyesight became better, but still, sometimes he would just go into massive pain. Then it would stop abruptly, and wouldn't come back until three hours later. But all-in-all, he was doing better. Thanks to Spyro, Cynder, and Meadow. He guessed that he also had to thank Sparx since he was a real comic-relief person. For some reason though, Chief Prowlus didn't seem to care about hunter's condition.

Sometimes it looks as if he doesn't care at all about Hunter.

"Chief Prowlus," Spyro said, walking up to the cheetah who was started a fire. It was dark outside now, and everything was just quiet. "why are you acting as if you don't care about Hunter?" At first, he ignored Spyro, but once he got a fire going, he said,

"Hunter is…well he's…" He sighed and sat down near the fire, trying to find the correct words. "Spyro, come. Please just sit down here with me." So Spyro did so. He gazed into the fire, listening to Prowlus said, "Hunter is extremely tough and strong, he'll make it through anything."

"That's not why you're ignoring him when we're all worried sick about him."

"You're right, Spyro. He sure does have a strong fascination with dragons, and I remember him saying something to Meadow a while ago that he would rather be a dragon than a cheetah."

"So? I can see why he would want to be a dragon."

"That's not the reason either, Spyro. He kept on disappearing from the village without warning. He wouldn't tell any of us when he left, and he wouldn't come back for hours. When he did come back, it was early morning. He kept on leaving while everyone was asleep, and he always came back with nothing. Left with nothing, came back with nothing. We all got frustrated in him and he 'laid the law' down on him. He's never left since."

"So that's why you're not worried about him? That's why you don't like him? That's why?" Spyro said in a low tone.

"No." Prowlus replied. "He came back one morning, covered in blood, and my daughter was missing."

"You had a…child?" Suddenly, Spyro's entire body just fell into sympathy.

"A young daughter who loved dragons to the point where I had to take her to the dragon city. She was so fascinated by them; all what she drew and painting was dragons. She wanted to know everything about them. She was best friends with Hunter, and then he left one night…and I think that he took my daughter. I think that he murdered her."

"Murdered her? I know Hunter…he wouldn't do anything like that. And besides, you said that she was best friends with him. Why would he just leave in the middle of the night with his best friend and then kill her?"

"Hunter is ten years older than her! I know that he took her and I know that he killed her."

"But don't you think that he would be smart enough to clean himself off?"

"No. He killed my daughter…but I've always been too stricken with grief to do anything to him. I know that she loved him, and I doubt that she would want me to do something bad with him…even if he's the one responsible. After that night…Hunter never left again like that." Spyro just looked into the flames of the fire, not believing what he was hearing. Hunter is not a murderer, and he wouldn't do anything bad like that.

On the forth day, Hunter had enough strength to at least attempt standing. Nothing seemed to feel correct anymore since the two wings appeared…and his tail now like a scaly silver whip…and his feet now scaly, digigrade dragon feet with claws so sharp that they could cut through steel…so nothing felt right anymore.

After about an hour of staggering around and having to be held up by his friend, Hunter managed to walk on his own again, and was at least a full four inches taller than usual…thanks to the shift of the kind of feet. (Did that make sense?)

Hunter came outside for the first time in about four days and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. Meadow, Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx were beside him, making sure that he was alright. Everyone else just watched with a weary eye. Everybody except Chief Prowlus.

Prowlus just gave Hunter a death-glare when no one else was looking. He grabbed hold of his ax, having the terribly strong temptation to just whack it against the cheetah's head, but then his grip loosened and he closed his eyes.

"If Hunter really was the one who killed you, Cindy, then I want to kill Hunter more than ever." He said to himself.

:O Chief Prowlus is a homicidal maniac! O_O Bet you weren't expecting THAT to happen.

Poor Hunter…this cheetah's gonna have a hard time.

I promise that in the next chapter you'll hear Hunter MEOW! XD