Well, I guess you're wondering how Spyro got ahold of that dreadwing egg in the first place. Maybe it fell into the little nest that Spyro and Cynder had fixed up for the two little lizards. But, if he grabbed what was actually a dreadwing egg… where was Galactus…?

"… but what if it seeks revenge?!" Cried Cynder, landing steadily beside the hatchlings' nest. "Y'know almost every creature we ever make eye contact with seeks to murder us."

"Yea, true," Spyro replied, perching himself on the edge of the temple's porch.

"Maybe we should hide!" Cynder suggested. "Find a new place to live—and a new identity! I'll name myself… Debbie! And you could be Spyrim. Okay?! Grab the kids!"

"CYNDER!" Spyro hollered, leaping off of the porch's edge, and whooping Cynder across the snout with his wing in the process. "SNAP OUT OF IT!"

"O-oooowww…" Cynder whimpered, slowly placing her claw on her snout to rub the pain away. That pretty much only made things worse, because the spike bracelet that she was wearing on her wrist kept scraping against her scales each time she moved her claw. "Ooof! N-not helping!"

Spyro let out a deep sigh, which was forceful enough for him to puff out a bit of smoke. He padded over to the nest, and upon poking his snout in for daily nest inspection… he discovered that Galactus was missing.

As Cynder was too busy trying to soothe away the seemingly endless pain that was attacking her snout, Spyro let out a sudden scale-rattling roar in absolute fright.

The roar forced Cynder to leap up into the air in terror. She felt that chilling stream of adrenaline flow down her neck and through her spine, causing the scales on her back to perk right up. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"C-C-C-Cyynndeeeerrr!" Spyro stuttered. His wings and tail slowly began to droop.

Cynder tilted her head. "W-w-w-whaaaaaat?"

"G-G-Galactus—"

"What about her?" Cynder asked, trotting over to the nest. She pushed Spyro aside, and poked her snout in. She scanned the nest: twigs, sticks, leaves, mud, the Galaxy… no egg. "Oh… well, fu—"

Before Cynder could finish her sentence of course, Spyro abruptly rose his wing up to Cynder's maw. "Shh! They're like, kids here!"

Raising an 'eyebrow', Cynder forcibly pushed his wing away. "Where?"

"You may not see them, but they're there…" Spyro squinted his big purple eyes, and shot them around in the most dramatic way possible.

Cynder rolled her eyes. "I was going to say 'fudge', but alright."

"Anyhow," Spyro began, picking Galaxy up by the scruff in his mouth. "we better go search for Galactus before something bad happens."

"M-m-maybe we shouldn't!" Cynder hesitated right away. She didn't wish to get mauled by Big Mamma Dreadwing for totally killing her baby. I mean, it wasn't her, but Spyro. But I guess she still counts since she's always automatically attacked because she just so happens to be next to him all the time.

"WHAT?!" Spyro roared, dropping Galaxy upon opening his mouth. "OUR HATCHLING'S OUT THERE!"

"Yeah, but—"

"But nothing! We're headed out!"

"Uuuuggghhh…" Cynder threw her head back in annoyance. "fine."

"Okay, then." Spyro picked Galaxy up once again, carrying him over his horns, and placing him on his back. "Let's-a-go."

Spyro padded over to the edge of the porch, in a rather unusual and surprisingly casual matter. He kept his cool, despite finding out a few seconds ago that Galactus was missing. He climbed up onto the railings, and overlooked the view of the whole swamp for no apparent reason. He slapped this really emotional-looking face on, or some kind of face that you get in an animie during a dramatic scene. So with that, this was probably a slight attempt to make the situation far more dramatic then what it already sort of was.

Galaxy was quite confused. He wasn't very self-aware of many things yet, of course being born a few days ago. He wasn't aware of what he was looking at—nor what they were doing. He wasn't aware that they were to about to go on a mission to save Galactus, nor did he know that he had a sister, or that she existed. He didn't know what a sybling even was… maybe I should stop. This will just go on forever, so I guess you get the point.

Cynder galloped over to Spyro, grabbing hold of Galaxy by the scruff of his neck, and pulling him right off.

"Ey!" Spyro shouted, swerving his head around to look at Cynder. "Put him back on my… back!"

"Uh, I dunno," Cynder began, stroking Galaxy's head with the tip of her wing. "maybe we should just leave Galaxy here. I don't want him getting hurt."

"How bad can it be?" Spyro asked, leaping off of the railing, and landing beside Cynder. "Who knows? Maybe he'll… find the true dragon within him…?"

"Well, he's not you."

"Technically, he is. Well, he's a mini-me as a matter a fact."

"Ugh…" Cynder flung her head back in annoyance once again. "Can we just get Hunter to hatchlingsit him, er something?"

"No!" Spyro yelled, pulling Galaxy away from Cynder's arms. "I say he shall find the true dragon within him!"

Cynder rolled her huge green eyes. "Whatever ya say, Ignitus 2.0."

Spyro threw his mini-him onto his back once again, and took off into the sky, followed by Cynder.

***Ten Minutes of Flying Later, This Happened!***

"Hey, Spyro? How would we know we're there?" Cynder asked, randomly loop-de-looping around.

"Maybe because of all the Dreadwings?" Spyro replied, while ducking an incoming duck at the same time.

"Good point."

About five seconds later, Spyro colided into a shadowy flying figure sort of thing. The force of the colision caused Galaxy to shoot forward, and disappear into the clouds. Five more seconds later, Cynder bumped right into Spyro, horns first.

"OW!" Spyro cried. He glanced up at the silhouette. Full brightness was turned on as soon as it let out an ear piercing screech. Spyro and Cynder didn't have any ears, but I guess it still works, since they could still hear things.

It was a Dreadwing.

"UUUGGGH!" Cynder yelled. "There we go again with the shrouded in shadows in broad daylight thing!"

"OH GAWD!" Spyro screamed, loosing control of his wings. He slowly began to plunge… there he went, disappearing into the clouds.

"Ooohh boy…" Cynder gulped in the loudest way possible. She shifted her eyes over to the Dreadwing, who was just hovering there.

Yet another five seconds passed, when a pair of gigantic wings emerged from the giant flying pieces of white cotton candy.

Sensing the presence of another living creature, Cynder slowly whirled herself around. "Woooaaah…" She slapped a giant open-mouthed grin onto her mug, and flew over to the bigger dragon, and swirled around him a couple of times to get a closer look at him. It was still a bit of a blur, due to the fact that she had gotten cloud in her eye sockets.

"Woah, it's the Chronicler!" Cynder smiled again, making another loop in the air with joy. But that smile soon faded away upon a sudden realization. "Wait, am I dead?!"

That question was only just logical. Why else would she be seeing him? The Chronicler was the one to take care of dead guys, so… yea.

But she was wrong, anyway. Oh, well. Nice try, Cynder.

"No, you derp!" The dragon roared. The motion of his wings were faster, now. Thus, they lifted him up higher, revealing that it was Terrador. He jerked his head around violently, as to clean his face of a cloud mustache.

"Oh," Cynder just blinked.

Terrador shook his head in annoyance. "Oh, by the way," he began, reaching into his non-existent pocket, "I caught Spyro." He pulled the small purple reptile out, who was just lying there on his back, using his wings as some sort of blanket. He reached his claw out to Cynder, so that Spyro's eyes met her's.

"Wazzup, Spyrim?" Cynder greeted, as if there wasn't a huge dreadwing readying to murder them or anything. Hakuna Matata?

"Yo," a poker-faced Spyro—I mean—Spyrim replied. He slowly poked his snout out of his little wing sheild, before finally unraveling himself, spreading his wings, and taking a running leap from Terrador's massive claws. He gently glided over to Cynder, now realizing that the dreadwing was actually still there in the background, while staring at an invisible watch on its wing claw.

Spyro poked his snout into Cynder's 'ear', and whispered, "Man, I'm surprised that that dreadwing hadn't said anything about her dead child."

"YOU WHAT?!" The dreadwing, presumably the mother, screeched. "YOU EGGNAPPED MY EGG?! AND KILLED IT?!"

"N-n-no, ma'am!" Spyro stammered. "This was all a great big misunderstanding! I can expla—"

Mother Dreadwing cut him off. "You have said enough. MURDERERS!" She screeched once again.

"Wait, wait, HOLD ON A SECOND HERE!" Sparx hollared, suddenly appearing from behind Spyro's wing, and swinging his arms out to the side as he fluttered up to the dreadwing, in attempt to look professional. "I'll have you know, Miss, that your now dead reletives had tried to kill Spyro in the past. Maybe that's something you deserve."

Momma Dreadwing had been pwned by a dragonfly. She didn't have a good enough comeback. So, with that, she had no other option but to clamp her jaws onto Spyro's claw, and flee the scene.

"UGH!" Spyro cried. "Ooo! Ow! Oh gawd, that stung…" He licked his claw, trying to soothe the pain away.

"Here, just take them, and leave my land," said Momma Dreadwing. She grabbed Galaxy, who was sitting in her nest right beside the egg which was Galactus, and tossed the two up to Spyro and Cynder.

"I've git 'im! I've got 'im!" Cynder yelled, zipping this way and that as Galaxy plummeted from the air. She'd manage to catch him by his tail, andhe giggled about as he swayed by and forth in Cynder's grasp.

As for the egg, it landed perfectly ontop of Spyro's back. "Whelp that was easy," he said.