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Back at the cheetah village, everyone woke up at their usual times. Except things were a lot different…

Chief Prowlus was lying down in his bed, the ice crystal removed, and a large bandage wrapped around his chest. He slowly woke up, holding a hand to his head. He sat upright, ignoring the pain in his chest. But when he actually noticed that it was there, he looked down at it funnily. "What the heck happened?" Prowlus shook his head and looked around his room. "I had the worst nightmare last night." He stood up, grabbing his cane for balance. When he got outside, everyone else was awake as well, all looking just as equally confused.

Jackal, one of the huntsmen of the village, walked up to Prowlus and said, "We're all confused about something. We can't seem to remember much of yesterday…and Hunter and Meadow are missing. Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx are gone as well."

"What? They're gone?"

"We were all having these strange dreams last night…did you as well?"

"I dreamt that I was about to kill Hunter, then Spyro shot me with ice."

"I dreamt that I was one of the bystanders watching everything happen, and you were there."

"I was?" Prowlus looked at him in a confused way.

"Everyone seemed to have had the same dream…except, they were all nightmares and they seemed real." Prowlus paused for a moment.

"You know that I would never hurt Hunter, right?"

"I know. But where could they be?" Everyone went quiet all of a sudden. There was a faint whimper from somewhere in one of the huts.

"Shh…do you hear that?" Prowlus said, listening very careful. "Meadow! Is that you?" He yelled, following the sound of the voice. He opened up an abandoned shack and saw Meadow with his hands tied behind his back, his feet in chains tied to something in the ground, and his mouth was closed shut. "Meadow!" Prowlus said, running in with some of the other cheetahs. They untied Meadow and took the chains off, but right when he was freed, he reached for a sword not to far away and threatened everyone with it. They all stood up and backed away from Meadow, seeing the panic and fright in the cat's eyes. "Meadow, calm down, alright?"

"Calm down? How the heck do you think I'm able to 'calm down' right now?! You just killed my best friend!" Everyone grew silent.

"Hunter? Meadow, what happened? Drop the sword, we're not going to hurt you."

"Oh, really? You killed Hunter, Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx! I just know it! But why? Why? Hunter didn't kill your daughter! The dark forces did!"

"Hunter is…dead?" All of their ears went flat against their heads.

"You mean you really don't remember?" Meadow said, lowering the sword.

"Meadow, please tell us what happened yesterday. Where's Hunter?" Meadow paused for a long time before telling them that they had all gained up on Hunter and his dragons. Prowlus couldn't believe what he was hearing. He whipped Hunter forty times and then almost killed him.

"…and if you don't believe me, then explain your wound, Prowlus." He looked down at the bandage across his chest.

"I…I…killed…Hunter…? No, that couldn't have happened. None of us remember that! Do you suppose…" Their eyes widened. "…do you suppose that we were possessed by one more dark creature in this world?"

"If that be the truth, then perhaps." They all looked to the ground. They were being possessed by some other creature. Prowlus was just too afraid to admit that he knew that Hunter tried to save his daughter's life, but he wouldn't kill him. Prowlus would never do anything like that! No one in the cheetah village would…

"Maybe Hunter isn't dead. In part of my dream last night he sprouted wings and flew away with the help of Spyro and Cynder. Sparx had followed them. They were headed to the Snowy Mountain in search for Fuyuko." One of the cheetahs informed.

"Fuyuko?"

"Hunter had met her a while ago. She's also called the Ice Queen."

"The Ice Queen…"

"You shouldn't go out and set for him. He'll probably just try to kill you instead." Meadow said, dropping his weapon.

This was just so odd…the entire village turned on him (all except Meadow) and yet they all barely remember it. They must have been possessed…they would do NOTHING like that! But if they weren't, then what really happened?

"Face it, Hunter. You're not good at flying." Sparx taunted, watching him flap his wings but having to have Cynder use her power of wind from underneath to make his silver wings like a 'rising parachute.'

"I may agree with you, my friend." Hunter said, feeling his heart throb his body, even through the jolt of the wings.

They landed down on the ground near a stream and rested there for a while. After all, they did fly throughout the entire night. Cynder rested by the water with Sparx while Spyro insisted on cleaning off Hunter's wounds. "He really got you hard, Hunter."

"I know." Hunter said as he hung his shirt and his cape over the branch of a tree. "It still continues to trouble me to think that my own village turned against me. Prowlus isn't nearly that tactful and persuasive to do something like that."

"I know. It's just so weird…why would he put me and Cynder in a cage? Did you even see what he was about to do to you?"

"I technically couldn't since I wasn't looking. I was too weak."

"They were…I mean, Prowlus took an ax and lined it up with your neck. He had risen it already at the moment, and then that's when I pierced him with ice." Hunter just looked at him. He was completely unaware of the fact that he almost lost his head.

Hunter's ears went farther down as he heard that news.

"That close?"

"Hunter…" Spyro paused, looking up at him hard for a moment. "…you're lucky to be alive." Hunter took in a breath and put his feet in the cool water of the stream. He folded his wings against his back and kneeled down in the water. When he was kneeling, the water came up to about halfway on his chest. A little less than halfway, actually."

"Soo, Cynder…those were some pretty sweet moves back there." Sparx said to the black dragon.

"Thanks. I like what you said to Prowlus…not that he was listening, or anything. In fact, I think that he was ignoring you."

"Most likely. Anyhow, you want to know a secret?" Cynder looked up at Sparx.

"I guess I'm always up for something like that."

"Okay, good. Hunter told me this one. You know what Hunter really wants?"

"No…." Cynder said, smiling.

"What he really wants is twin baby dragons."

Cynder laughed at what Sparx said.

"Well, tell him I said good luck with that." She laughed a little more to herself.

"Two dragons…from you and Spyro." Cynder stopped laughing and her smile vanished. "He said that he wants to help out with the kids and be their godfather. I laughed at first, but he was serious."

"That's really what he wants, huh? He wants to help our with our kids?"

"I told him that he should have his own. Woops…" Sparx covered his mouth. Cynder just laughed at him. "…well it's true! He's never dated a girl."

"Oh gee, I wonder why. Maybe that's because he's only met three girls in his entire life. That Fuyuko girl, the old lady back at the village, and Cindy." Cynder said sarcastically.

"Exactly! He should hook up with that Fuyuko girl and they should have a bunch of kittens. Problem solved!"

"Maybe Hunter can't have kittens." Sparx tried his hardest not to laugh.

"If that were the case, then man, I feel bad for that guy."

"Sparx, this conversation is getting a little weird…"

"Tell me about it."

Cynder sighed and stared down at the calm water of the stream.

"Hey Hunter," Spyro said. "I never hear you talk about your parents. Is everything alright?" Hunter didn't respond to Spyro. The sudden memory of his mother dying overwhelmed him. He remembered hearing her say, "Hunter, most things worthwhile aren't easy. Getting over my death is the hardest thing you'll ever have to learn. I love you, my dear Hunter, but don't fret as much as you are right now. I'll be in a good place…Heaven. I'll be with your father. And as long as you never let go, I'm always there with you. I'm always in your heart, and I'm always beside you. A wise old dragon once told me that even in the darkest of time, a light shines. Be that light, Hunter. I love you…goodbye…." He remember everything that she said, word-for-word. He remembered that once she closed her large, bright-blue cat eyes, that he just hugged her as tight as he could and he didn't let go for a very long time. He cried as hard as he could, and his small purrs to try to wake her back up were useless.

For the time that he was in the room with her, he kept on hugging her and saying, "Wake up…wake up, Mom…wake up!" He remembers everyone in that room looking down to the ground and holding their hats, bandanas, and pieces of cloth over their heart. Even the tough Chief Prowlus had to show his sympathy. He knew that trying to wake up his dead mother wasn't going to do anything, but he did so anyways. He kept on trying to wake her up, even though nothing happened. It was like his small childish body just couldn't except the fact that his mother was gone.

So then he has everything to thank Meadow's grandmother for. Meadow had to live with his grandmother because his father had left his mother and his mother couldn't take care of him, so that's how he was stuck with them. At first he was very unresponsive. He didn't speak, or eat, or drink. He just sat there, staring at the floor. Then he saw his first dragon in the valley of Avalar, and everything changed after that.

He was snapped from his thoughts when Spyro said his name. "Hunter? Did you hear me?" Hunter shook his head and said,

"Yeah, I heard you. What about my parents, you asked?"

"Yeah." Hunter was quiet for a while.

"They're…dead."

Spyro stopped cleaning Hunter's wounds and he just looked at him. Despite the risk of things happening at this one question, Spyro asked it anyway.

"How did they die?"

"I…don't know how." Hunter smiled a fake smile for a moment and said, "I don't really want to talk about this, Spyro." His smile then quickly vanished, but he remained trying to clean the scars that he could get.

"We don't have to, Hunter. At least you met your parents. I never did. I spent most of my life thinking that I was a Dragonfly because my 'parents' were. So is Sparx…obviously…"

"So you grew up with Dragonflies?"

"I did…and no matter how much I saw my reflection with another Dragonfly's, I still didn't see any difference. I didn't see a difference because I didn't have to. I just thought that I was a really big, purple, flightless Dragonfly." Hunter smiled at his friend. It's nice to hear someone say something like that for once.

I thought that this chapter was rather boring. :l

I promise that the next one will be a lot more interesting than this one!

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