Chapter 7

"This can not be happening." Cyril grumbled irritatedly at the story just delivered to him.

"It IS happening, Cyril. We cant ignore it." Volteer said, oddly calm.

"Volteer is right Cyril. We cant ignore this situation. But, we also cant shelter Cynder for too long. She is wanted, no doubt." Terrador replied. Cyril nodded.

"So, what are we supposed to do?" Cynder asked, walking up to the vision pool.

"First, we need to find somewhere safe for you Cynder. Somewhere where the enemy wont look, but where we can still contact you." Terrador said. Cynder bowed her head.

"I can't just wait. I want to help." She said at last. Then, her eyes darted to the vision pool. Something was coming to her. The others looked in as well. Cynder gasped. "Spyro!" She yelped. She saw Spyro. He was unconscious, and in a moving cage. It was being moved away from warfang, and to the north. "Cynder, don't keep us in suspense. What do you see?" Cyril asked.

"It's Spyro... Hes being moved away form Warfang at an alarming speed... I... I see a castle. Dark stones, surrounded by swampland. And..." Cynder paused. "Zemas..." She spat out the Wyverns name as though it were poisonous.

"Zemas, the Wyvern I battled back in Warfang?" Terrador asked.

"Yeah, that;s him." Cynders lips curled into a snarl. "Zemas is taking spyro to this castle. Its to the north." she finished. She then saw Spyros face, pained, looking sorry. His horn broken, and dried blood on his lip. He closed his eyes, and the vision faded. Cynder backed slowly away. "oh no... I need to find Spyro! Now!" She turned to Terrador. "I have no choice. Spyro will die if I don't!"

"Calm yourself Cynder. We'll think of something." Cyril assured her.

"I already have." Terrador stated with confidence. "Cyril, Volteer, Stay here and keep the politicians and armies at bay, make sure they don't view us as traitors. I am going with Cynder to this Castle, to save Spyro." He explained his plan, seeming to be confident in his decision.

"Are you sure that is wise, Terrador? I mean, you ARE our new headmaster, and if you are absent, they may think we are hiding something." Cyril countered.

"I am aware of the risks, but I am not a negotiator. We are not in a war, we are in the midst of a treacherous, great conspiracy, where a skilled warrior will play no true role until blood is spilled. I need someone with brain power, and negotiating skills. Something you two are good at, if you put your minds to it." Terrador explained.

"You can count on us Terrador." Volteer said. Cyril came up to Terrador, and handed him an odd pearl, foreign to Cynder. "We'll contact you if we need you. No go to it." Cyril said.

"Good luck, you two." Terrador turned to Cynder. "Time is against us. We should go." he said, Cynder nodded.

Spyros eyes slowly opened. The wheeled cage was moving quickly along a not-so beaten path. He looked around. They were in a swampy forest. Several Dragon soldiers were on either side of the cage, looking at Spyro with bewildered expressions. Spyros head was still ringing. He couldn't help but yawn, and when he did, he felt crust on the side of his head. He felt at it.

He pulled some of the crust from his head, and looked a tit. Dried blood. The shriek had been so loud he had bled. He looked around for the Wyvern. He was at the head. Zemas, seeming to hear the yawn, slowed down until he was side by side with the cart, then walked even with it. "I must say, I never anticipated the famed purple dragon, and savior of our word would aid in Zantus' Murder."

"You think I did that?" Spyro snarled.

"Not alone. you had a partner." Zemas looked at Spyro. "What drove you to assist in the kings death?"

"I should be asking you that." Spyro snarled. "Cynder told me all about you, Zemas."

"And what did she say?" Zemas grinned.

"you know fully well what was said, she told me the truth about You." Spyro snarled. "That you used to serve Malefor, that you want to avenge his sealing by killing us." Syor growled. Zemas burst out laughing.

"I am but the adviser, court wizard, and one of the finest warriors to My lord, King Meinsar. I suggest you watch your tongue." Zemas the smiled a vile smirk, and turned his eyes to Spyros.

Spyro lowered his head. "Cynder..." he muttered. He glared at Zemas, as the Wyvern skulked away.