Chapter Four- Rolling out the Red Carpet

Spyro's wings ached with pain as he flew as fast he could to Warfang. His muscles cramped, but he could not falter now. He had to get there before the inevitable happens. Light crunching sounds came from his wing membrane bones rubbing together, due to the force he put in them.

The sky became cloudy and lightning cracked the sky. Rain poured down on Spyro as he flew towards his home and his love. Many times, the lightning came down and almost struck him, but his maneuverability was too great for it. He barrel-rolled, ducked, and dived toward the horizon, and he could not feel anything but doubt that he would make it in time. Below him he could see Hunter running along the shoreline towards Warfang, though he most likely did not know the reason Spyro was flying so fast. In a matter of minutes he could Warfang in the distance, smoke rising from the city. Spyro could explosions coming from the city; it was under attack.

Spyro flew closer to the city and he noticed numerous grublins attacking the soldiers and townspeople. Spyro dolphin dived toward the ground and landed next to the soldiers. He reared up on to his back legs and released a wave of fire energy on the grublins, sending them scurrying away. More grublins came out from buildings and jumped over the wall concealing the city. Spyro roared with great ferocity and lightning struck him, and using this he channeled the lightning to his own power and fried the entire street and buildings the grublins were in. The rest ran away to regroup farther in the city.

"Thank the ancestors you appeared when you did Spyro! We would have been overrun." The soldiers said to him.

"Where is Cynder? Is she alright?" Spyro said with urgency.

"We're not sure. We've been trying to get into the Citadel for hours but the grublins have been pushing us back. She's locked in there with your daughter."

Daughter? I have a baby girl? But that didn't matter now. What mattered was their safety. He had to get in there.

"Where is the Citadel? How do I get in?"

"I suppose you could fly in, but the citadel is protected by a magical barrier. A dark magic dwells in there. As for its location, it's in the tunnels beneath the city. It's where the civilians go during battle. " Spyro then took the sky's to find the entrance to the tunnels. He flew over many skirmishes, and only stopped sometimes to help the soldiers fight. Evil dragons often attacked him, but none prevailed over him, for he was determined to find his mate and hatchling. He flew for what seemed like minutes before Flame flew up to him.

"Spyro! You made it!"

"Flame, it's good to see you too," a fireball flew past Spyro's head and he just managed to get out of the way, "but this isn't the best place to talk. Come on!" They both flew into the armory. It was a large building with three or four ballistae on it, fending of the intruders. They landed inside and ran into the main room.

There were tens of wounded soldiers and healers tending to their grizzly scars. Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer were standing in the center, talking to chief Prowlus.

"The grublins defenses are too much. We have to fall back to the Citadel." Prowlus argued to the guardians.

"We can't," Spyro interrupted, " the citadel is being blocked by a dark barrier, and none of us can get in." The guardians looked over to him.

"Spyro, my boy, you made it!" Cyril announced.

"Yes I did. Prowlus, you cannot have your soldiers fall back. They need to keep the grublins out of the Citadel while I find a way in."

"But how are you going to get in?" Prowlus asked.

"I'll figure that out as I go. Just keep them occupied." Spyro turned to Flame, "I'm going to need your help getting into the Citadel."

"I'll need to go anyway. Ember and my son is also in the citadel."

"You have a son?" Spyro asked with eyes wide open.

"Yeah, he was born around the same time your daughter was." Spyro would have to congratulate him later. He had to get to Cynder before they got hurt.

Spyro and Flame got on their armor and flew out of the armory. They took to the skies and continued to fly farther into the city.

"So where is the entrance to the caverns?" Flame asked.

"I was hoping you knew…" Flame looked at Spyro with a blank face, and just decided to keep flying forward, looking for someone to ask.