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Volteer landed down in front of Hunter, slowly going up. "I believe I am getting too old for this." The yellow dragon said, focusing his tired eyes down on the cheetah. Volteer's voice now sounded really old, and he wasn't able to speak as much or as fast as he used to. "Hunter? Is that you?" He said, squinting his eyes.

"It's me, Volteer." Hunter bowed to the dragon.

"No need to bow, my friend." Volteer brought his head down to him. "I see that you have wings."

"I don't know why I do. I shouldn't have wings."

"Don't complain, young cheetah. There's a story about a cheetah who turned into a half-dragon and has silver wings. Care to hear?" Hunter cocked his head.

"A story?"

"About something like you. Long ago, the ancient dragon, The Chronicler, had chosen one cheetah to fight alongside the purple dragon and the black dragoness."

"What? Spyro and Cynder?"

"I see that you have made good connections. The rest of the story is about the cheetah and the two dragons fighting the Golem and preventing him from destroying the Earth. If the ancient Earth Golem wasn't stopped, then the planet would be split in two. One half would burn and the other would freeze to death." Hunter's heart started racing like never before.

"Do you think that tale is true, Volteer?"

"I've always had my doubts to the legitimacy of the tales, but now I'm thinking that this one might be true. The one about Spyro was true…perhaps this one is, as well."

"But…that can't be possible! I'm not a savior or anything."

"You, Hunter, rescued Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx. If you didn't then they wouldn't have been able to find their way out of the catacombs, and they would have died." Hunter lowered his head to the ground. "Do not fret, Hunter. We are still not sure of this. Besides…in the story, they had much time to do whatever it is that they had to do."

"But Spyro destroyed the Golem and the Destroyer. The Dark Master is done for, what darkness could possibly be lurking in this world still as of yet?"

"Make sure that you use your sentences correctly. I think that I found an error in there…but anyway, the Golem may not have been the only one. But if it was, then he must have somehow survived or been resurrected." Hunter was silent for a long time. Now he was just staring down at Volteer's feet. The large yellow dragon brought a bony paw underneath the cat's chin and lifted his head. "Hunter, I will not be of the living for much longer…I am becoming too old…but you are ea young one, my friend. You still have many years ahead of yourself. Don't be saddened now. Just wait. Now I must bring you back…."

"Back to where? Everyone else is stopping the flow of lava."

"…Somewhere, Hunter. Come on." The two took to the air and Volteer led him to a tall building where he would be able to see anything from afar. "I want you to stay here, Hunter." And with that, Volteer left.

"Volteer, wait!" He yelled out after him, but Volteer just flew away. "Don't go…." The cat just watched pitifully as the dragon flew away.

After what seemed like hours, Spyro and the other dragons managed to extinguished the fires and make the lava turn to stone. It had really drained Spyro's energy, though…and not just his. It had also taken a toll on Cyril, as well.

"The city should be safe for now." Terrador said, coming up to the dragons. "We must get back to that cheetah. He might be the key to something very important."

"Hunter? What about him?" Spyro asked.

"There's an old story I was told when I was younger. I'll have to explain it to you later, Spyro." Spyro looked down to the ground.

Hunter spotted Spyro from afar and glided down to the dragons.

"Spyro!" He said, landed down in front of his friend.

"Hunter! There's something I have to tell you!"

"I must speak with you, as well, my friend."

"So Hunter is your name?" Terrador said, bringing his head down to the cheetah. "You're not afraid of me."

"I don't have to be." Hunter said back.

"Very well then."

"Volteer explained to me a tale that he had heard of long ago. He said tha--"

"I know, Hunter. I must explain it further to Spyro though…and try to make sense out of it." Terrador replied in his deep tone. That was when he told Spyro and Hunter the tale more detailed, and a heck of a lot longer. During the time, Hunter couldn't really believe what he was hearing. He began to protest against the story but knew that it was true, but for some reason his mind just couldn't cope with that. It's like he wouldn't understand…but yet at the same time he did understand. Mixes of emotions were stirring up inside of the cheetah, and sometimes if the wrong emotions are mixed together, the results can be quite…explosion.

"Hunter, you cannot deny it. It has been foretold by the Chronicler." Terrador said. That was when Hunter just sighed and looked down at Spyro.

"Then if we don't know where the Golem is, how are we to get to it?" Hunter asked.

"We don't. At least not for now. Fuyuko might know something about all of this…now that we know what happened back at the village, she might be able to figure what it was." Spyro said.

"Very well then. Spyro and I will set out for Snowy Mountain, though Terrador, we could use your help." Hunter said, waiting for a response from the dragon.

"I can't tell you how much I want to except the invitation, Hunter, but I cannot. I am growing just too old for things like this. But you are with Spyro, and I know that this dragon is now yours, Hunter. Just as long as you remember that you are also Spyro's."

"I understand, Terrador. We must depart now…" Hunter looked over to Spyro and the two flew away together, just in time.

Just in time because Cynder just arrived with Sparx and said, "Hey, what'd I miss?"

So now that Cynder, Spyro, Sparx, and Hunter are together again, they flew as quick as they could towards the mountain.

The air became thinner and colder as they flew up the mountain. They now had to constantly flap their wings, but the whipping winds made it feel as if their wings were freezing. Down below them, the only thing that covered the ground was snow and rock. Not a single life-form was to be founded.

Spyro, Cynder, and Hunter had to squint their eyes just from the coldness, never mind the winds. The dragon's paws went numb and their wings were getting tired from having to flap in such thin air.

"We'll have to walk from here. The air is getting too thin!" Hunter said as he started spiraling down to the snow. Cynder and Spyro didn't waste anytime going down, either. When the two dragons landed, the snow was literally up to their necks.

"Ugh! Why do we have to be so small?!" Cynder said in frustration as she went up on her hind legs, trying to walk forward. When she realized that it wasn't working, started jumping around instead. She looked like a scaly black rabbit in white snow. When she wasn't really getting anywhere, Hunter walked over to her and picked her up, now cradling the dragon in his strong arms.

"Will do you alright down there, Spyro?" Hunter asked.

"I'll be fine. What about you, Sparx?" Spyro said, turning around. "Sparx?"

"In here!" They all looked over to Hunter's cape. Sparx had wrapped himself up in the soft cloth. "Hunter, I'm freezing cold so whether you like it or not, I'm in your cape! Just be mindful of that…"

"Wow, I didn't think that Sparx knew what 'mindful' meant." Cynder joked sarcastically.

"Shut up, Cynder." Hunter just rolled his eyes over to Spyro.

Alright, so the snow was extremely deep, but it began to thin out as the terrain became rockier. Eventualy, the snow was only up to Hunter's ankles. But still, it was freezing cold and the cheetah was still carrying Cynder. The black dragon honestly didn't want to come down from where she was, because the ground was still going to be cold on her paws. So she wasn't going to ask to be put down on the ground, but she really did have some sympathy for Hunter.

When the ground became even more rockier, dull, and rough, Hunter eventually had to put Cynder down. The dragon could see that it pained Hunter to set his friend down, but he didn't really have much of choice.

They were risking hyperthermia and were beginning to go numb from the coldness. Spyro could just flame the rock that they were climbing, but then that would make the rocks too hot because the snow would have been boiling just for the slightest second and then the rocks would heat up. So the fire really wasn't an option anymore, then….

The steeper it became, the harder it became to climb. Hunter, naturally being a feline, was a great climber. (A/N: I don't know if cheetahs can actually climb, just go with it! XD) But then again, Hunter has opposable thumbs and Spyro and Cynder don't.

Once the reached the top of a cliff, they were panting, barely able to even make it up the steep and a jagged rocks. Hunter squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, nearly falling to the ground, as he saw how long the expansion of mountains were.

"Why did I even drag you guys up here?" He said in a rather loud tone that didn't really sound like himself.

"We have to find Fuyuko. That snow back there wasn't so brittle and powdery, as I'm sure you've noticed." Spyro said, looking out of the beautiful lands again. "Is all of the snow like that?" Spyro asked.

"Yeah…it's really rocky here. Avalanches never occur. Why?" Spyro just stared out of the land as the whipping winds froze his wings.

"FUYUKO!!" Spyro said, listening to his voice echo over the land. There wasn't a response, until they heard a voice from afar after a few minutes.

"Who goes there?" The voice echoed, finally hitting their ears.

"The purple dragon!" Spyro screeched out again, waiting for a response.

"The purple dragon?! Look down below! Can you see me?" The voice was faint and still echoing, but the dragon looked out over the mountain that they were on and saw a sparkle down below.

"That's her! That's Fuyuko!" Spyro said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Yeah, that's her, but how the heck are we going to get down there fast enough?" Cynder said, walking up next to Spyro, her teeth chattering.

Spyro looked around and thought for a moment. Perhaps their wings would be able to at least glide them down. Spyro thought that it was worth a shot and jumped in the air, spreading out his orange wings as far as they would go. "Spyro, wait!" Cynder said as she went after him, followed by Hunter.

Thanks to the laws of physics of thin air and gravitational pull, they were going down pretty darn fast. They couldn't see the shining light from Fuyuko anymore, but the black spots on her fur told them where she was.

"Slow down, slow down!" Spyro said as if he were panicking once they came close enough to her. They landed down gracefully…except for Hunter…who plummeting into the snow and had his tail sticking out. Fuyuko started laughing before she helped Hunter out of the mound of snow. When the poor cheetah was uncovered completely, he shook his fur and tried to get the snow off.

"Fuyuko…" He whispered.

Spyro was quite amazed at how this cheetah looked. She didn't really even look like a cheetah. She had snow-white fur, a long, bushy tail, and was dressed in layers and layers of white cloth outlined in a fancy silver design. She had a large staff that she was about as tall as her, and of course, it was white. It had artificial icicles on it, along with an engraved reading on it that was in another language.

"Text en yo la mow, je jee nex ta halla." Hunter said, bowing to Fuyuko.

"Yukalla, Hunter. Me je ya flio philo yo maam commo zina." Fuyuko said to him.

"Une eh regat Spyro et Cynder. Upimfeer jeeology rakat coco hiya." Hunter said back to her.

"Alright, um…guys?" Sparx said. "I don't understand anything you're saying."

"Hunter…you never told us that you could speak another language!" Spyro said excitedly.

"It is the language of Hima, Spyro." Hunter said, then turned back to Fuyuko, speaking the language so fast that it seemed as if just a blur of sounds. They talked back and forward for a while, but even though Spyro couldn't understand what they were saying, he just could just tell that something she said made Hunter angry or frustrated.

"Wollof em." She said, signaling them to follow her.

I really hope that one was more interesting than the others. Just for the record, I came up with the language. It's completely fake, I just made it up. 'Hima' is actually a name, according to Yahoo! answers, and it means Winter.

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