Me: Hey, guys. Here's the third chapter to the Wizard of Oz (Spyro Style).
Spyro: Are you OK, Em? You seem so down.
Me: Oh, my grandma died of some kind of infection last night.
Cynder: Oh no, that's terrible. Are you OK?
Me: I'm fine, but I'm in grief. And it's not just because I can't spend Christmas with my grandpa. I sure hope we'll get gifts from him this year. So here's the story. Enjoy.
Spyro and Cynder kept following the green brick road but got lost in a corn field. The road had three paths which left the two dragons confused of which way to go.
"Now where do we go?" Cynder asked.
"Why not go south," a voice said.
"Who said that?" Spyro asked.
"Or maybe go east," the voice said. The voice came from a scarecrow dragon. He had red scales and a yellow underbelly and spikes on his head and back. He was stuffed with nothing but straw.
"Who are you?" Cynder asked.
"My name is Flame, and I'm a scarecrow dragon, as you can see," the scarecrow said. "Who are you? And where are you heading?"
"My name is Cynder," Cynder said.
"And I'm Spyro. We are heading off to find the find the Wizard of Skylands," Spyro said. "He's going to take us home to Warfang."
"If I join you, do you think the wizard might give me a brain?" Flame asked.
"I believe so. Here, we'll get you down from the pole," Cynder said. So she and Spyro unhooked Flame from the pole. He told Spyro and Cynder to be careful because Flame fears fire because it will burn his stuffing completely. So the trio went to find the wizard's palace. But unbeknownst to them, Malefor was watching the trio and put a spell on the trees to make them stop the trio. Just as Cynder was about to pick an apple, the tree hit her hand, taking her by surprise. The other trees came to life, which made the trio run off. Until they bumped into a tin dragon who was eight inches taller than Spyro and Cynder. He wasn't moving.
"He must need oil," Cynder said.
"Here's a can of oil right here," Spyro said, picking up the can. So Cynder poured the oil into the tin dragon. Then he finally began to move and speak like a real dragon.
"Thank you for saving me, I have been stuck here for a whole year," the dragon said. "My name is Tomas. Where are you three going? And what are your names?"
"I'm Cynder. And this is my friend, Spyro, and this is Flame," Cynder said. "We off to see the Wizard of Skylands. He's going to send Spyro and I home to Warfang."
"And he's going to give me a brain," Flame said.
"Well, do you think the wizard will give me a heart?" Tomas asked.
"I don't see why not," Spyro said. So the three dragons continued on to their journey to see the wizard. Then the four friends came across a scary forest. It was dark and full of bad creatures. Suddenly, a yellow cheetah came out of nowhere and pinned Spyro down. Cynder was so mad she slapped the cheetah.
"Shame you! Why did you do that to my friend?" Cynder yelled.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to scare you," the cheetah said and began to cry. "But all I did was make you mad."
"What do you mean 'scare us'?" Spyro asked, confused.
"I'm a coward, everyone thinks I don't have the courage to harm a fly," the cheetah said.
"Why don't you come with us, we're off to see the wizard of Skylands," Cynder said. "He's going to take Spyro and I home to Warfang."
"And he'll give me a brain," Flame said.
"And he'll give me a heart," Tomas said. "Maybe he'll give you courage."
"Oh, thank you. My name is Hunter," the cheetah said, starting to calm down. So he joined the four friends, but there was more traps to come from Malefor.