"Cynder!" Spyro shouted, rushing over to her. Her eyes were still fixed upon the night sky, which shone brightly in the darkness of the room. He body was stone cold when Spyro touched it. "Th-this can't be happening. How did this happen, why Cynder?" everything spun around. He felt faint and tired. "Sparx, what happened?"

"Peh, how should I know? She waltzed in here, looking for you, tried to have a weird conversation with me, then stood right there and started at the stars for like 5 minutes before you came." Sparx replied.

"Did she look sick when she came in?" Spyro said, calming down a little. He was still shaking and began to sweat.

"She always looks sick. All of you scaly weirdoes do, no offense." Sparx muttered. "Hey, hey! It's moving! It's alive!" he said, suddenly. Cynder slowly blinked, then looked around the room.

"Wha-what happened? Spyro? When did you get here?" she said, cautiously surveying the area, as if it wasn't real.

"You were staring at the stars for a while. And you weren't moving or breathing, either." Spyro said, approaching her quickly. He gently felt her side. It was warm again and she seemed to be breathing just fine. "That was a little scary. Mind if I keep an eye on you? You don't look so good."

"Yeah, sure. I'll stay here." Cynder said weakly, as if someone had beaten her half to death. It was strange to see anyone supposedly die, come back and have no clue as to what had happened.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Whoa. I don't think so. You already freak me out when you're far away, but this is too close for comfort! No way. I will not sleep in this room with the monstrosity that tried to eat me!" Sparx said, buzzing in Spyro's face.

"Fine. You can sleep somewhere else. Cynder's staying here." Spyro said, planting his foot down firmly to show his authority. They may be friends, but Spyro was bigger and he could use his strength if he felt like it. Sparx was about to protest, but instead flew up on top of a ledge and began to sleep. "Goodnight Cynder." Spyro said, collapsing atop a small stack of hay.

"Goodnight Spyro." Cynder said, doing the same.

Morning came and Cynder was just fine. She wasn't constantly looking around the room and she seemed to have regained the strength she somehow lost. The sun brightly greeted them from the hole in the ceiling as they awoke slowly.

"Well, we better go tell Ignitus what happened last night" Spyro said with a yawn. The sun warmed his scales as he brushed some hay off.

"Alright. But I'll get there first!" Cynder said quickly, taking off.

"No fair!" he replied, speeding after her with the agility of cheetah. The tow rarely got a chance to act like the siblings that they were. With all the fighting and violence, they seemed more like partners than relatives. The race lasted about 10 minutes of running through the twisted labyrinth of the temple. Spyro finally caught up, only because Cynder tripped. It was declared a tie as they walked into the room, out of breath.

"Ignitus," Spyro said, being serious again "I need to talk to you, last night, something very strange happened to Cynder. For a while she wasn't breathing, and she was staring at the sky." Spyro could see Ignitus was pondering and thinking through all his knowledge what had happened.

"Well," he said at last "I've only heard of something like that once before, but, no no. It's can't be. Cynder is far too young, and her ability to be captured by the dark master-"

"What are you talking about?" Cynder asked nervously.

"It's nothing. Really. Carry on, I was just letting my imagination run wild for a bit." Ignitus said, ushering them out the door.

"That certainly was strange, wasn't it?" Spyro asked when they were out of earshot. "What do you think he was talking about anyway?"

"Not sure, but whatever it is. I want to find out." She replied. "Tonight, he'll probably have a discussion with the other elders about it. I'm going to listen in. Are you with me?"

"We can't just do that. They've been like a family to us. Listening in on their conversations isn't a very nice thing to do. They trust us to protect everyone from the Dark Master, not be nosy." Spyro said, taken aback by her statement.

"But Spyro, I want to know what's wrong with me." She snapped back.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You're just being paranoid is what's wrong! Just clam down already!" he shouted.

"I'm not the one who's yelling!" Cynder said, her eyes pleading him to lower his tone so no one could hear.

"Alright. Tonight I'll help you eavesdrop on their conversations. But I won't like it…" Spyro muttered.