The last chapter is the most intense chapter I wrote for this story. Some moments were lion king and others made up, but I'll let you guys decide on those moments. So is this but with Hunter and the Hermit who are named as just cheetahs.

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Spyro was touching down towards the Outlands. The Outlands was dark and cold and a brooding place. It was more for evil creatures to live, not for lost creatures to find themselves. There was complete darkness, no moon or stars light the darkness.

Spyro walked around to find any majestic power that could be in these evil invested lands. But he only saw miles wide of darkness.

"What was I thinking of coming here?" he asked himself. "My father said he would always be there for me." He said to himself, looking up at the Draco constellation. "But how could he be since he's… since he's gone? His terrible fate was laid with me. It was because of me. It is my fault he is gone. It's all my fault." Spyro bent his head and quiet wept for the memory he never wants to remember: his father's dead body. Spyro sat down with his bad memories running through his mind.

He looked one more time at the star constellation before moving on through the Outlands. Walking through a glowing pound, he stopped and saw his reflection of himself, half of him was missing.

Suddenly a rock slashed into the water, wrinkling his reflection.

Caught off guard, Spyro jumped from the pound and looked around.

There was a green hooded cheetah standing near the pound.

"Oh, so sorry about that," he said, with a soggy voice.

Relieved to see a harmless cheetah, Spyro answered: "That's alright." Spyro studied the cheetah for a moment. "What are you doing in these parts?"

"The same thing you are doing: searching for the truth, trying to find the answers," he responded. "Tell me, why is a mighty Purple Dragon doing in these parts? Shouldn't you be with other dragons?"

"I gauss not," said Spyro, grimly. "I really don't know what I am looking for. I don't if I am meant to be a Purple Dragon."

"Then that is something we have in common, dragon," stated the hooded cheetah, spiraling his staff in the water, "finding the answers we don't know. Always trying to find what we are, who are we, what role we play in life."

"That is what Ignitor said to me," Spyro whispered to himself. Spyro laid himself by the pound, still looking at his reflection. "Who are you, cheetah?"

The cheetah looked at Spyro and said, "I have no name; I'm only a hermit. But the real question is: who are you, dragon?"

Spyro dipped his head down.

"I knew myself once, but I don't know."

"You see, this place is called the Land of Lost Souls. Those lost with themselves end up coming here and try to find the right path. Others find themselves lucky and others just remain lost. Now you should be asking yourself: are you lucky or are you a lost Purple Dragon Prince?"

"Well, I gauss I may be a lost dragon prince… oh wait, how did you know I'm a prince?"

"It seems I know more about you than you know yourself, Prince."

"Oh, come on, cheetah, how did you know I had the title 'prince'?"

"Cheetahs have a great sixth sense of reading minds."

Spyro grunted in disbelief. "Then I your 'mind reading powers' are telling who I am."

"Of course, you're the son of the king Ignitus," stated the hermit.

Spyro's open wide open and looked at the hermit. "Best be seeing you later if we ever meet again." The cheetah got up and dashed away from the pound and Spyro.

Spyro got up and followed the cheetah. Spyro tried to catch up to the dashing cheetah that seemed to be faster than Spyro. Spyro chased over several aches of the Outlands to finally catching to him. He found the hermit cheetah with another cheetah that had brighter fur and carrying a bow.

"You knew my father, the king?" asked Spyro, breathing fast.

"Actually, I do know your father, and my companion here also knows your father. All cheetahs know your father."

"Then I hate to mentioned this, cheetahs," said Spyro, "my father died in a tragic event, so many years ago."

"That is what you think," said the cheetah with the bow.

"What do you think he is? Alive?"

"For once, you are right," both cheetahs said.

"Follow us," said the hermit cheetah. "And we will show you him: a dragon reborn. You must follow us to see him."

They dashed off.

Spyro followed in from behind, having difficulty keeping up with the dashing cheetahs that could run so much faster than him. He wanted to fly, but his thoughts of his father being alive were circulating his mobility to fly.

Coming close toward the Northern edges of the Outlands, the cheetahs halted Spyro to a stop. Before them, there was lying a mirror on in a smaller pound with sparkling, moonlit water.

The armed-bowed cheetah said, "He's in there."

Spyro took a deep breath and walked towards the mirror in the water. He stepped into the sparkling water and looked at the mirror, only to reveal it was reflecting half of his face like the other pound.

"Are you kidding me, cheetahs? That is certainly not my father, just my reflection of myself. No other."

"Spyro," said the hermit, walking closer to a disbelieved Spyro. "Look deeper into the mirror in the water." The hermit swung the water around the mirror with his staff as Spyro move his snout closer to the mirror. "You must see it."

"See what?" asked Spyro.

"That your father lives on, living in your heart."

From the water, a red image of Ignitus appeared before Spyro's eyes. The image glimmered before Spyro's eyes.

Spyro, a ghostly voice called from the night sky.

Spyro's disbelief faded into realization. "Fa-father?" He turned his head from the grounded mirror to the square-end point of the Outlands and watched a form of clouds forming towards him.

A large, dimmed dragon figure took shape in the swirling clouds. It shared the body features that of the king Ignitus; it has his ghost appearing before Spyro.

My son, why have you forgotten me? asked the ghost of Ignitus.

"No, father, no. I would never, in a life time, would forget you."

But you have, my son, you have forgotten me. Not just me but yourself also. In doing so, you have forgotten your two halves: your royal birth and fate to be a Purple Dragon. Look inside your heart, Spyro. You will find you are more than anything than just a royal dragon and a Purple Dragon. You must return and take my place as the true king.

"But how could I ever go back to the place I once lived?" Spyro protested. "What change can ever happen?"

Suddenly the ghost of Ignitus burst into full color if he was actually alive. He glowed bright as the sun before Spyro's eyes.

Remember who and what you are: you are my son and the one worthy to be king of the Dragon Realms. Remember your places in life.

Ignitus's ghost dimed and started to fade and disappear into the night. Remember your place in life.

Spyro ran and shouted: "No, father, don't leave me behind. Father!"

Remember! Remember! Remember your place in life!

"Don't leave me again." Spyro stopped at the very edge his father appeared and looked at the sky; the darkness turned into waves of stars and galaxies.

A waving wind came from nowhere and blew in Spyro's face.

"Did you just felt that?" asked the cheetah with the bow. "The winds feel very strange, wouldn't you think?"

"I feel it: they are changing directions, going from one direction to another. And as the winds change so does life."

"Change can be good or bad," said the cheetah.

"Yes, but it won't be easy. I know now what I have to do. Going back would mean I would not change my past but change my future as well. I've been afraid to confront my past for so long that I didn't have the strength to face my future. Now I have the strength to face my uncle and reclaim what rightfully belongs to me."

"So, what will you do now, no-special-dragon?"

Spyro was irritated by the sounds of being a non-special dragon. "First, I'm going to snap that your bow of yours."

Spyro grabbed the cheetah's bow with his mouth and snapped it in half and chucked it away.

"Hey, not the bow," said the cheetah, grabbing his snapped bow. "Did you know how long it took me to make-hey, where are you going?"

"You can tell my friends I'm going to show the realms that I'm the true King of Dragons," shouted Spyro, flying into the night. A portal appeared before Spyro and flew right into it.

The two cheetahs rejoined together at the mirror, with one broken bow. The cheetah, with the staff, used a green magic from his staff to repair the other cheetah's broken bow.

"You think he's ready, Hermit?" asked the bowed cheetah, grabbing his fixed bow.

"Yes, Hunter, he is ready," said the Hermit.