-Hunter POV, 4:00 AM, Ignitus' Underground Lair-
I, Hunter of Avalar, am on a quest to find the legendary purple dragon, Spyro. He's been gone for three years, and today's the day he'll finally be found. I turn the bend of the hallway and make my way to Ignitus' den.
"Sir Ignitus? May I come in?" I ask through the door. I await for his answer, looking at my claws in admiration. What's taking him so long?
"Yes, Hunter?" Ignitus says as the door swings open, revealing a dirty, cluttered, unorganized room.
"I-I just wanted to ask you where the two dragons were last seen. I, um, kinda forgot what you told me before," I nervously look at the ground, a small chuckle emitting from mouth. Everybody's not perfect you know.
"Hunter, Hunter. Tsk, tsk, tsk," he pauses and groans a bit before speaking again. "Spyro and Cynder may be in the Catacombs," he turns around and walks back to his cluttered desk, his tail slightly brushing against my legs.
"Oh, thank you, Sir." Silence then fills the room, awkwardness growing. "I have one more question before I go, Ignitus."
"What is it, Hunter?"
"I-Is something troubling you lately? Perhaps the purple dragon's disappearance for the last three years? Or the war against Malefor?"
"Yes, there has. Now please go, who knows what's happened to Spyro and Cynder by now? We can talk about this later."
-Hunter POV, 4:39 AM, The Catacombs-
"Spyro, Cynder, we need to get out of here! The Golem is drawing near!" I shout to the two dragons.
"But we can't get too far with these braces on our necks; we need to shatter these to continue!" Spyro informs me. I raise my bow and load an arrow; I aim my first shot at Spyro's neck brace, and warn him to be still. "Fine, fine. But make it quick! That thing may be tracking us down this very second!" The arrow strikes the brace, only to ricochet off the brace and back to me. I quickly step out of the way to prevent from being impaled by my own shot, a small shriek coming out.
"If that's not working, the next best thing is to break this! It's holding us down!" Cynder says, referring to the staple in the ground. "Spyro! Help me!"
"I'm on it!" Spyro then sprints over to Cynder, and comps his teeth on the staple. Cynder does the same, and together they tug on the block. It pops off, releasing the two, and provides them more room to run about.
The Golem suddenly emerged from the lava miles beneath us, the ground trembling under our feet. It's gonna be awhile before we get out, sadly.
-Cynder POV, 7:18 PM, Twilight Falls-
Ugh! Why won't this thing come off! I try breaking the tether with my teeth, hoping it would finally rip, but it didn't work at all. "It's no use," I say to myself.
"Maybe if we try twisting it," Spyro says, overhearing my statement. I turn to him, fueled with anger and annoyance.
"Twist what? It's magic!" I reply. Dang tether, always getting in the way.
"Do not think of the binding of you two is an issue, think of it as an advantage," Hunter says while he starts up a fire. The cheetah talks to us once the sticks start to ignite; he's informing us about Malefor and what's been happening the past three years. I still can't believe we were 'gone' for three years. It only felt like minutes.
VVVVV
"We have to stop Malefor, now!" Spyro announces to the group, the only one against him is a certain dragonfly.
"Woah, woah, woah! We just woke up from a three year slumber! Got things to do, buddy!" Sparx says. Doesn't he realize the whole world is in danger! He wants to sit around doing nothing, while the Earth is slowly crumbling apart! Well, he does do nothing except blabber on and on. Like there'll be any difference from him with us and him by himself.
Something suddenly strikes me in the side of my head, knocking me to the ground. My eyes flutter before I slowly fall into a deep sleep.
-Prowlus POV, 6:23 AM, Valley of Avalar-
"Dragons, bah! Why do you side with these, these buffoons? With the ones who caused all our misfortunes? Not to mention you aiding them in doing so," I speak to the bounded cheetah. He was once part of my clan, but is now an outcast. Hunter, is his name.
"Chief Prowlus! Malefor is the one to blame for this! He alone caused all this destruction, not the other dragons! I have faith in Spyro, he will be the one to save the world!" Hunter replies. "These two dragons are our only hope! You must see that!" He struggles in his ropes, reinforcing his statement.
"I already know the legend of the purple dragon," I reply, glancing at Spyro at back at my former member. "And I have not forgotten what she has done!" The other dragon, Cynder, gives me a menacing look, the hatred radiating off her body.
"Grublins! In the valley! Prepare your weapons!" My son shouts out to the other cheetah's around. The monsters then set some of the nearby houses on fire, causing a shriek from the bystanders. I then become angered at the actions Hunter has done; he's the reason these retched, horrid things are attacking my people!
"Let us help! Please!" Spyro pleads.
"Our warriors can handle this," I retort.
"Now's not the time to be stubborn!" Cynder replies. Realizing that they're correct, I reluctantly release them from the base of the water tower, setting them free.
"I better not regret this," I tell the two dragons.
VVVVV
The fight against most of the Grublins was won, but we had lost many in doing so. "Is every one alright and accounted for?" I ask the surrounding cheetahs.
"No, Meadow is missing," one of them say, "he was last scene going upstream in search for herbs. He hasn't returned since."
"Hmm, we can't start a search party now; there are still some Grublins lingering around the valley, some too strong for us to handle," I solemnly say.
"Let Cynder and I find your missing friend! Hunter can come too," the purple dragon calls out.
"Fine, do what you see is fit, but Hunter stays here. However, if you happen to come back with Meadow, I'll reconsider. Don't come back until then, you'll just attract more of those monsters to our village," I say to the dragon. He and the female fly off into the valley, leaving Hunter and I alone, the other cheetah's going off the rebuild their burnt-down homes. "I have some business to deal with you, Hunter."