Chapter 8:

I sat up quickly from my bed. Panting and covered in sweat, yet I was extremely cold. I felt like I was suffocating. I quickly got out of bed and opened my window. A rush of cool air hit my face and sunlight washed into the room. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair. Thats stupid nightmare! What does it mean?! I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down onto the floor. I had enough of this. These sleepless nights were driving me insane.

Suddenly the smell of freshly cooked food filled the air. I stood up slowly. Breakfast must almost be ready. I smiled. At least that would help take this problem off my mind.

The scent of freshly cooked eggs and sweet baked treats. I push the large doors to the official dining hall open. "Fayra!" Nestors gentle voice spoke. He came into the room from the holding a large plate of pancakes. " I was just about to wake you, but I guess we don't need to now." He said with a smile.

"Fayra! Come sit beside me! Nestors not a whole meal fit for a king laid out!" Spyro said with a huge smile. He sat atop a chair that was just a little too big for him. Like a child trying to sit at the grown up table.

I walk over to the chair beside him and he helps me up. While the dinning set was just a little too big for Spyro, it greatly outsized me. I practically had to stand in the chair just to look at the table.

And, oh. Spyro was not wrong. The meal that lay before us was huge. It nearly covered the table completely. Muffins and pancakes and fruit and eggs and bacon! It was amazing! Spyro and I both looked at Nestor with hopeful eyes as he sat down at the table across from us. He chuckles and give a small nod before we begin to dig in. As I'm stacking whatever I can on the "normal" plate Nestor was nice enough to give me. Spyro had already gathered everything he wanted and dived head first into his serving.

"So." Spyro said between bites. "What's the deal? You hardly ever cook."

Nestor gave a soft smile, not looking up from his plate. "I thought I'd do something special for you two for once. After all your kind enough to continue to live with this old fart." He laughed, almost sadly.

"We love being here." I spoke up, picking up my fork and testing the scrambled egg. It's so fluffy! "And we like being here with you."

"I like being here with you more." Spyro said jokingly. I flicked a grape at him, which he retorts by turning whatever I had on my plate to ash. I frown.

"So that how you wanna play?" I asked, grabbing a hand full of food ash off my plate.

"Alright, alright you two. That's enough." Nestor said, trying to stifle a laugh. I just rolled my eyes. While Spyro gave me a look of we'll finish this later.

Just as I gather another serving I let out a rather loud yawn. " Oh jeez. Sorry." I said. Spyro yawned back. Followed by Sparks.

"Oh great! Now you got us doing it." He chuckled.

"There seem to be a few sleep deprived trouble makers at my table." Nestor said. "How well did you both sleep last night?"

My eyes widened before I let out a quick, "Fine." Spyro frowned.

"I've been having nightmares for the last couple of days. Its weird, because they were exactly the same." I glanced up at him. He can't be having the same problem I am, right?

"Really? That's very odd." He turned his attention back to me. "Fayra. You seem worried my dear. Is there something your not telling us."

I felt my voice get caught in my throat. "I.. I have no reason to hide it. I'm tired of fighting it." I finally admit.

"For the last few weeks, shortly after we fought the Sorceress, I started having these nightmares. They were all the same." I looked at Spyro, "They're almost exactly like yours."

"Why haven't you said something?" Spyro said. Concern in his eyes.

"At first I thought it was stress, but after while I decided it couldn't be, but I never brought it up. I don't know why. I guess I just felt that it wasn't important enough to bug you all with? Or maybe just because I wanted to forget about it every time."

The room fell silent for far too long. It felt like an hour before Spyro spoke again. "You should have told me if something was bugging you. We're friends after all, right?"

I offered a guilty smile. " Your right. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Nestor said, standing up. " Perhaps it's time to speak to a professional now." He walked over and rested his paws on both Spyro and Fayra's back. " I think you two should go speak to the dreamweavers. They're they most skilled in this area. They may not be able to fix it, but maybe they can gave you some answers."

I nod and look over at Spyro. He nods back. "Alright." He said jumping off his chair. "C'mon Fayra. Let's go see some dreamweavers."

Gnasty crossed the field. Just beyond the last set of trees he could see the castle. Three of his minions stood behind him, "Alright boys! Lets go mess 'em up!"

Two of the Gnorc minions cheered, but the third spoke meekly. "I-is dat a good idea boss? Dats where da king of the dragons lives. N-Nestor I think. He would squish us before we even saw da girl."

"Whatta are you a wimp or somethin'?" Gnasty growled. Suddenly another one of his minions pointed to the sky.

" Boss look!" He exclaimed. Gnasty turned as he saw a purple figure fly up into the air and away from the castle. "That must be Spyro!"

" There somethin' on his back too!" The third minion proclaimed. Holding a pair of binoculars to his face (in the wrong way might I add)

Gnasty snatched the binoculars away from the minion and looked through. Sure enough it was the purple pest, and that stupid girl was on his back. "They're leavin'?!" Gnasty exclaimed.

"Where are they going boss?" Gnasty bashed his minion over the head.

"How should I know dummy?" He huffed. He then watched as the two flew over them, "Let follow them."