Cynder gracefully perched on one of the ancient forts' lookout towers in Dante's Freezer. The two siblings, and even Galaxy, had only come here to search for some of the undead warriors' cloth. Y'know, the random fragments of cloth and flags that dangled about freely from random objects and flag pole thingies.

Anyway, Spyro was still actually about half a mile away from the threshold of the icy realm. Whenever he lied his purple eyes on this one specific fort, (the one Cynder was perched on) it reminded him of the very first day he and Sparx had entered the cool atmosphere. And this reminded him that he was still going through the basics of flight 101 at that time. And because of that, his mind tricked him into thinking that he couldn't fly so great. The unfortunate truth is, that Galaxy was in his grasp. So it seemed to make him struggle even more intensely.

Spyro squirmed about in the air as he entered the cold, misty atmosphere. "Oh boy. Commin' in too fast!" He warned.

The living lantern, Sparx, of course, was gliding right alongside the purple reptile. "This doesn't look good… Wait. Haven't I said that before…?"

Galaxy squeaked in fear. He tried so hard as to not look down, but couldn't help it. He stared down at what was just mini isles of ice, accompanied by the old war cannons Cynder's forces used to turn themselves into living cannonballs. He squealed.

"INCOMMING!" Spyro yelled. His heart was racing, but so was his mind. He totally didn't want Galaxy to get harmed, so he had no choice but to fling him over to Cynder. "Catch!"

Cynder widened her big, green eyes. "Oh meh gawd! I'll catch you, sweetie!" Fortunately, she did. She managed to barely grab hold of him by the scruff, but she ended up staggering backwards and off of the tower, anyway. She fell into an oversized pile of snow, as Galaxy tumbled down a snowy-slide. He landed perfectly onto his mother's soft belly.

"That's gonna hurt, bud—" Sparx started. He couldn't finish, for he was interrupted by a sudden "ARGH!" that emanated from Spyro's mouth. He snout planted into the snow. The only things sticking out were his horns and wings.

"Nice Landing, Ace." Sparx teased, as he stifled laughter.

Spyro heaved himself out of the white stuff, and ended up flying back, colliding into the big ice border that surrounded the realm. "D'OH!"

"Hey!" Cynder yelled, her voice all muffled from the snow. She poked her snout out, and shook the snow off. Upon sitting upward, Galaxy slid down her stomach. She then made her way over to Spyro, where she bit one of his horns and shook him around violently. "No sleepin' on the job!"

Spyro ended up slamming her into the cold stuff with the swift swish of his head. "Uh, OW?!"

An angered dragoness suddenly scrambled off of the icy ground, kicking some snow up in the process. She pressed her snout against her brother's, as toxic puffs of poisonous smoke escaped through the windows of her fangs.

However, Galaxy seemed very amused. Boy, was he cracking up! He laughed so hard, he fell and rolled onto his back, rocking about on it.

"You're commin' with me!" Cynder scolded. She pushed Spyro aside, and glared at Sparx. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, lantern."

Sparx's glow seemed to dim down a bit. He felt a complementary drop of sweat roll down his nose. "N-no prob, ma'am."

Cynder snarled, and angrily kicked some snow up once again. She whirled around, and started up the 'clearly marked path that lead to the interior'. She whipped Spyro in the face with her tail as she walked by, disappearing behind the fort walls.

"Malefor's Puppet!" Spyro yelled. His 'wonderful' sister had managed to inflict a small wound across his eye with her sharp tail blade. He winced as he reached to feel the deep cut.

Sparx just crossed his arms, shaking his head. "You're fine, tough guy. Ya heard the dragoness, move out!"

"Uh, yea… sure." Said Spyro, mindlessly reaching into his non-existent pocket. He pulled out a scaly, oval shaped object. There appeared to be a large gaping hole in the side. "Uhm…?"

Sparx gulped. He nervously flicked his tail about, before slowly pointing a jittery finger at the object. "Umm… what's that ya got there?"

Spyro's eyes were as large as baseballs. He dropped what was an egg in panic. Exactly five seconds later, he totally lost it. He flung the broken soul away… what was supposed to be a beautiful dragon. He twisted and turned about in the air screaming, "BY THE CHRONICLER! OUR BABY! I KILLED OUR BABY!"

"Yeh," Sparx shrugged. "And you're next!" He fell to the ground, laughing hysterically.

A millisecond later, Cynder poked her head in from behind the walls. "What're you guys doing?"

Spyro froze, mid-flight. He ended up plummeting into the snow head-first for the millionth time. He tried to speak, but some snow had found its way into his throat, so his voice was all muffled.

Sparx fluttered over to Spyro, and leaned on his wing arm. "Don't worry, I got this."

Cynder showed the rest of herself. "I'm waiting…"

"So," Sparx began, cupping his hands together as if he were praying. "Spyro killed the kid. The end."

Cynder's eyes suddenly flashed to a beady white glow. "He… WHAT?!"

Sparx was straight up blown away. He twirled about aimlessly in the air as he shouted, "HA! You're so dead, purple one!"

Cynder galloped over to the purple one, and yanked him out of his icy prison. She pressed her snout against his, menacingly glaring into his eyes. It were as if she were looking into his basically non-existent soul. "You're DEAD."

"O-O-OKAY!" Spyro blurted. He shielded himself with his wings—like that'll work. "But if you're gonna k-k-k-kill me, make it p-p-painless this time, 'kay?"

Cynder snarled. Her fangs ended up dripping poison, and as soon as every drop made contact with the ground, it just disintegrated out of existence—along with the ground and snow.

"Aw, SKEW IT!" Spyro yelled. "I ain't gonna get killed by the Angel of Darkness again!"

"How many times…" Cynder began to tighten her grip around Spyro's neck. "…did I TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT?!"

Sparx began counting with his fingers. "Mm, approximately 26 times."

"NO ONE ASKED YOU, MOSQUITO!" Cynder barked.

Sparx scowled. "Mosquito my—!" But he was cut off. Cynder flung Spyro onto one of the fort's lookout towers, and roared demonically at him.

"Oomph!" Spyro bounced quite a bit before landing. He landed straight on his back, and that sucked, because his own spikes were poking him. "Aye!"

He rolled over, and ended up falling off of the tower. He landed with a THUD! on this random wooden platform thing.

Galaxy randomly squeaked at his father. He flared his wings and opened his mouth wide, exposing his tiny little fangs.

"Arrrgh…" Spyro weakly got up, and shook the pain away. He nearly tumbled once again, but he was able to steady himself. He looked at Galaxy, who just smiled and wagged his tail happily.

"You'll protect me, right Galaxy?" Spyro joked.

Galaxy tilted his head. He didn't yet understand the other dragon language of course. Only roaring and growling and other noises dragons make. But he slipped on a large fangless grin, and jumped up 'n' down joyfully.

Meanwhile, Cynder cooled a bit. Her eyes faded back to their original green color. She picked up the destroyed eggshell, and gazed at it. Her eyes became misty, and soon a tear rolled down her snout. She felt like a total failure… sure, Spyro was the one who murdered what was supposed to be Galactus, but a failure nonetheless.

However, upon closer inspection of the egg, she noticed something was off...

"Hey, Sparx!" Cynder called, as she gestured him to come over.

Sparx just turned his back. "What do you want?"

"Just c'mere!"

"Nope." Sparx crossed his arms, and shook his head.

"Sparx, if ya don't come, so help me I'll—!"

"Woah!" Sparx whirled around. "Let's not say anything we might regret, now."

Cynder gritted her teeth, her tone of voice a little pushed now. "Then come."

Sparx buzzed over, and rested atop of the destroyed egg. "What's the problem, now?"

"You're sitting on it." Cynder replied.

"…Oh." He slid down, and ended up on her shoulder.

Cynder scratched her head with her wing claw in curiosity. This egg had blue, brown, and yellow splotches all over it—Galactus's egg was pretty much a rainbow of colors, making up a perfect mixture of bright neons you'd get from a supernova.

"That's not right…" Cynder had finally concluded that this wasn't her hatchling. She face clawed. "This is a dreadwing egg! Gah! I'm stupid!"

All Sparx did was cross his arms, and shake his head. "Well, if that's the case, Big Momma ain't gonna be happy…"

Cynder widened her eyes. The dreadwing egg ended up slipping right out of her grasp, shattering into a million pieces upon hitting the incredibly stiff, icy ground. "Great. My own forces might turn on me."

Sparx blinked. "They… they still respect you?"

"Some." Cynder smiled nervously. "But enough of that. Bring Spyro."

Sparx used his remarkably long tail to spring off of her shoulder, and saluted her. "Yes, ma'am." He buzzed away.

Meanwhile, (again) Spyro was randomly fooling around with Galaxy. And of course, by the time Sparx reached them, they were in the most awkward position a dragon could be in. It was like they were playing a game of twister, er something. In short words, they were all twisted up and kind of tied in a knot… those were short words, right?

Sparx tried his best to ignore the image, and focused on the situation at hand. "Spyro, sir!" He saluted.

"What?" Spyro inquired. He somehow slipped his way out of the knot he was tied in, causing Galaxy to tumble out of view.

"Spyro, sir! The egg you killed is not yours."

"…What?" Spyro repeated.

"Sir, the egg belongs to a dreadwing."

Spyro widened his eyes. "What was I doing with a dreadwing egg?!" It wasn't a rare thing for him to question himself. He always found himself doing weird things, just being him.

"Sir! I dunno, sir!"

"Stop with the sir thing!" Spyro yelled. He whipped Sparx away with his powerful tail.

He ended up flying across the icy floor, colliding into one of the fort walls. He shakily raised his arm to salute him once again. "Sir… sorry, sir…!"