Here is the part where Spyro's future could remain clouded.

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Spyro landed in the Burnt Lands where there was lava, volcanoes, and rocks. No sign of life was found any where.

In a ridge he landed in, Spyro followed it if it was a passageway. It lead him down towards a view of the Burnt Lands, an endless view of mountains, lava, dread rocks, and a red horizon.

"Dad!" he called out.

Spyro only heard his voice echoing in the mountain ranges. He jumped and glided over a river of lava and landed on an island surrounded by a river of lava and mountain ranges. He went deeper on the island that had a few openings aligned by pillars of molten cone-like rocks. Sounds of of a flapping wings were heard from around a nearby corner.

Spyro turned to see what it was, hoping it was his dad.

"Dad?"

A group of flying bats swung above Spyro's head.

Spyro ducked and covered himself with his orange wings.

The bats rolled and swung around Spyro's body. Their screams screeched Spyro's ears to the every inner part of his brain. The screeching felt more painful than feeling the wrath of an axe.

Spyro tossed and turned in different directions to get away from the sounds.

The bats soon began to disperse and roam around the volcanic ash in the air.

After the bats began to vanish from site, Spyro to call out his father's name. Calling up to ten times, there was no answer from Ignitus. Spyro headed back to where he came from until he saw a pile of collapsed piled rocks surrounding by volcanic pillars. There a dragon body was lying on its side. A wing seemed to be missing from its body. The scales was reflecting the lava's deep color.

Spyro knew it was Ignitus.

"Dad," called Spyro, happily.

The body didn't move a muscle or show a sign of movement.

Spyro still remained excited, thinking his father was only toying with Spyro.

"Dad, come on get up."

Still, he didn't move.

Spyro was beginning to lose his excitement. Spyro decided to run over and take his father by surprise. As he drew closer, Spyro saw Ignitus was lying over the piled rocks.

Ignitus's body was laid out if it was asleep. His face remained emotionless and breathless. Ignitus wasn't breathing or moving any parts of his legs, tail, or head.

"Dad," whispered Spyro.

Ignitus still laid if he was absolutely deaf.

Spyro stared to beginning to lose his cool.

"Dad, wake up and get up. Come on, dad. I want to leave this place."

Ignitus wasn't moving.

Then Spyro nudged his father's head, bite his horns and his tail, and ending with head-butting Ignitus's head, which he did when he woke up Ignitus one morning. Spyro did every thing he could think of to get Ignitus up. Spyro excitement to see his father and beginning to turn to tears.

"Help me! Is somebody there? Anybody?"

Spyro with all his might. There was only his voice echoing in the mountain, and nothing else was heard.

"No," cried Spyro, gushing in tears. Now not only was he was alone, now he knew his father was died. He felt completely alone and deserted. He walked underneath his father's wing and rested himself by his dead father.

Suddenly, there were soft walking heard coming nearby Spyro paid no attention to.

"Spyro," said a familiar voice.

Spyro sadly turned his head and saw Malefor standing before him and the dead king.

"What did you here?" asked Malefor.

Spyro got got and walked away from Ignitus's body.

"There were Grublins and tried to save me at the Floating Islands," said Spyro, tearfully. "But I didn't want to go up there."

Malefor was starting to get the idea Spyro was thinking; Spyro was thinking it was his fault for making Ignitus fly up a great height and then falling from a great height from the high-flying, speeding winds that would have dragged Ignitus all the way down.

"Oh, of course, you didn't mean this to happen, little nephew," said Malefor pulls Spyro close to his foreleg as Spyro tries cry on his uncle's leg. "No one ever wants these kinds of things to ever happen. But in reality, your father is DEAD."

Spyro teary-eyed looked at Malefor in realization and shock.

"And if you haven't headed towards the Floating Islands, then he would have been alive. And, oh, what other think about this tragedy, especially your mother?"

Spyro was more tearful than ever, not knowing what to do. This was damaging his kindred heart and very deeply.

"What can I do?" sniffed Spyro.

"Fly away, Spyro."

Spyro backed up slowly from Malefor's tone. Before he backed up, he took one more look at his father's emotionless face before his uncle finished with this:

"Fly! Fly from these lands and never ever return."

Spyro was horrified to run away but his uncle was right. If the other dragons knew Spyro was responsible for the death of his, they would be so kindly to him. It had seemed Spyro had no choice but to fly. But since he wasn't eligible enough to fly, he ran from site of Maelfor.

Spyro ran as fast as he could and jump from one place to another without falling into the lava pits. Soon, he came across a waterfall of lava. Realizing he came to a dead-end he turned back only to find the three Apes: Gaul, Assassin, and the Conductor slowly advancing toward Spyro.

"Oh, look at the poor little prince," mocked Gaul, gleefully. "Daddy isn't here to save you now. So, we can get even with you now. How 'bout we get your horns and make horns out of them? Get it 'horns'?"

Feeling his heart pounding fast, Spyro turned his head back at the lavafall. He saw a small opening in the mountain-wall and rushed to get inside it. He climbed all the way to the top and ran some yards before stopping at another dead-end: a cliff that headed downwards to a forest of thorn bushes. He turned his head and saw the Apes running at him. Spyro again had no choice and leaped and rolled downhill.

The three Apes followed the prince downhill but instead of rolling downhill, they ran down if they were defying the laws of gravity. From their site, Spyro rolled and landed in the bushes of thorns.

"Oh," shouted Assassin, trying to stop by skidding.

After skidding extensively, Assassin manages to stop just above the inches away and signed of a great relief. Suddenly, Gaul and the Conductor ram into him, propelling the front Ape into the bushes of thorns.

"Yeow! YOU FOOLS!" shouted Assassin, trying to jump out of the thorns. Once he got out, the two Apes were laughing. And with every movement Assassin made, a sting would erupt.

Gaul turned towards a red sunset where a little black dot was moving.

"Hey, there he is running off."

"Then go get him," said Assassin, picking off a few thorns from his hands.

"There is absolutely no way I am going into that invested thorny forest. Watch me and I'll coming out and looking like you, THORNY-BUTT."

Assassin heard a new nickname and spit some thorns at the Conductor mouth.

"But he was supposed to be the entertainment for the day," protested Assassin.

"I'm saying he is heading for the wastelands," stated the Conductor. "Infested wasteland that has... nothing. Chances of survival are 0.0000000000000005 percent."

"Well, for once I agree with the Conductor on this, changes out in those lands for staying alive are slim to none. And if, if he does come back, we'll make him make him dead meat."

"Oh, yeah, if we ever see you in these lands ever again, little princey, you're dead meat," shouted Assassin, with his voice echoing in the horizon.

The three Apes laughed and left.