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"Praise thy Allah and to the kingdom of Mecca and may Muhammad bring peace upon us all and cease this war that rages. Jesus be our savior for I praise Allah and the Dragons of the Heavens. Save us all, save my soul, save their souls, and bless thy with peace and wisdom." Hunter mumbled to himself. He had been doing this for three hours straight.

It was dark outside now and Cynder was getting quite bored of listening to Hunter mumble endless prayers in English, French, German, Latin (?), and some other language that they just had to guess was Hebrew or Scandinavian.

"How long is he going to continue this?" Sparx said, hovering in front of Spyro.

"He's praying, Sparx. Allow him to do this. Although I'm hearing a mix of religions from him. Islam, Christian, and Jewish…possibly some other thing. Unless if the religion he is is just all put together. I don't know." Spyro said and set his head on the ground.

"Our father who are in Heaven, how thy be thy name, thy Kingdom Come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is Heaven." Most of what Hunter said didn't really make much sense to the two dragons and Sparx. They didn't really pray, but they knew that Afterlife existed because when Ignitus died, his voice was heard. Those spirits of other purple dragons had also come down and dragged Malefore away. So they were certain that Afterlife existed, but they didn't really pray.

Hunter was a lot different. For three straight hours, he recited things in several different languages. Who would have excepted that he was religious?

Eventually, Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx fell asleep. That was when Hunter decided to stop. He had been down on his knees for quite a while and his hands had been folded for a time longer than he expected. He sighed and stood up, very stiff from the position. He turned around and laid down with his dragons, closing his eyes.

Spyro started whimpering in his sleep, his paws twitching from a dream. His eyes opened up slowly, only to see that Cynder was pressed up against him and they were in Hunter's arms. Spyro began to wonder if they slept this way because they were more protecting. Hunter's really the one who exposed himself to the elements since he curled up in a circle-like shape and always had one arm underneath his dragons and the other over them, as if he were hugging them.

Spyro shifted himself around a little bit so that his back from facing Cynder and that his chest was now pressed up against Hunter's. He could feel Hunter's heartbeat, and it calmed him down from the dream that he just had. They were all just so quiet when they slept…the never made a single noise. Hunter was very warm, and his fur was very soft. Spyro lifted his paw and started to stroke some of his soft fur. Hunter twitched slightly and Spyro brought his paw back down, then just snuggled in warmly with the cheetah's cape over them. Somehow, Cynder tends to takes it all in her sleep. Spyro has no idea how she does that, she just does. More than often, Spyro would have to pull some of it back, only to have it taken away again.

"Sanctus…Espiritus…" Hunter mumbled. Spyro recognized the words who be 'Holy Spirit' in Latin, but why was he dreaming about something like that? Well, perhaps praying for three hours straight had something to do with it.

Once the morning came, Spyro and Hunter were the first to awaken. (Yet again.) When Cynder finally awoke, she found herself lost in Hunter's cape. No one knows how the heck she managed to wrap her entire self in the cape, she just did…by accident. So she tried kicking it off of her, but she was only getting even more stuck. "Hunter! Help!" Cynder said, hearing his footsteps approach. Hunter grapped his cape with one hand and lifted it up. Cynder fell out from the bottom and was dazed for a moment. "Thanks Hunter. I don't know how or why I do that." Hunter just smiled at her.

"It's nothing too bad. At least you stay warm."

"Overheated is the more appropriate way to say it." Cynder stood up and walked over to the stream, taking a couple gulps of water with Spyro.

"So where are we to go after this?" Spyro asked, turning around as Sparx finally awoke.

"To the Snowy Mountain, in search of Fuyuko." Hunter said, putting his cape on. It was still very warm from Cynder's use of it.

"Why are going to find her, anyway?" Sparx said.

"Fuyuko is tied with the lands and would be able to tell us why they attacked you three."

"And nearly killed you." Cynder said. Hunter looked down at her and said,

"I was more concerned for you three than myself."

"Alright. So we're going to fly to this frigid mountain in search of a cheetah…great. Well, we'll do it for you, Hunter. After all, we owe our lives to you."

"And I owe mine to you, too. We all do…you and Cynder saved the world." Hunter said and grabbed his bow-and-arrow.

As they were about to take off, something rustled in the bushes. Hunter grabbed an arrow and readied it. If it was someone from the village other than Meadow, then he would release the arrow. Instead, it wound up being something very unexpected.

"Darned tree roots! Stupid bushes…stupid wood…stupid everything!" It wound up being Meadow.

"Meadow?!" Hunter said. Meadow looked up and almost fell down to his knees when he saw that it was his best friend.

"HUNTER?! I thought you were dead!"

"I thought you were dead!" The two friends hugged each other for a brief moment.

"They left me tied up in a shack. I left the village when they freed me. But I didn't know that I would have wound up here. But now I'm thankful that I did get lost, because now I know that you're alive."

"But why did the village free you, Meadow?"

"They couldn't control themselves. They were possessed by something, and everyone can barely remember yesterday. However, they can remember you being nearly killed." They were all quiet for a while.

"So they were all just possessed? They really weren't going to do that?"

"Prowlus has only killed one person in his entire lifetime, and sure, he's upset at you, but he loves you the same way how he loves me and everyone else in the village. He would never hurt you! Except that time when you returned to the village with Spyro and Cynder after being gone for that extended period of time. That was because he thought that you exposed the village to more attacks."

"And I was deeply sorry for abandoning the village, but I had to find Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx. They were the only ones that could rescue the world. I'd rather be humiliated than die like that."

"You have great reason too, Hunter." Meadow limped past his friend and to the stream. He kneeled down near it and washed his bloody hands off. "Allah blessed you, Hunter. May Jesus be with you…may He be with us all…."

"Who's Allah?" Spyro asked, trying not to be disrespectful.

"Allah means God." Hunter said. "I doubt that you know the ways of our religion."

"We don't. Do you really think that praying will solve anything?"

"It already has. It led me to you three and allowed me to do many other things. Maybe my mother has something to do with it…." Hunter said quietly.

"Yeah, where is your mother?" Sparx said, coming a little too close to Hunter's face. He backed off a little bit and said,

"She's dead." He walked around Sparx, but then there was a loud hissing roar from within the trees. They all got together and looked around themselves, wondering what it was.

"What the heck was that?!" Cynder yelled out.

"Shh." Hunter said. They were all as quiet as they could possibly be. There was then the sound of flapping wings, and the hissing roar again. The ground began shaking and somewhere far out there, the land was beginning to split. The air around them suddenly became far to hot for them, and gusts of winds only made the air's temperature rise. Spyro rose his head and sniffed the air.

"Fire." He said, smelling the burning trees.

"Oh no…" Hunter whispered. Hunter flapped his wings and started to rise.

Spyro grabbed onto Meadow's back and flew away with him with Cynder, Sparx being in the lead.

When Hunter was high enough, he looked behind them and saw the ancient Earth Golem rise from the land miles and miles away. The land over there was splitting in two, magma now flooding the area. He was snapped out of his gaze when Spyro said,

"Hunter, come on!" He turned around and flew away with the others.

Never mind. This was a rather boring chapter. Maybe next time it'll better!

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