Chapter five- Who to trust?
Spyro and Flame continued to fly over the desecration of their home. A single tear trickled down Spyro's cheek as he saw this, and he wished he could have been here sooner. He could have done something for these people. He could have stopped all of this before it happened… he could have been there for Cynder. He had no sign of doubt within himself saying that he would not make it in time. He knew that as long as he believed she lived, he would continue to search for the citadel. Spyro slightly quickened his pace and left Flame behind. Flame noticed this and also sped up so he could catch up to Spyro.
"Spyro! Wait up!" But Spyro was flying way too fast for him to notice. He wanted to find her. He needed to find her before she… he didn't even want to think about it.
"Please still be alive… please."
"Spyro… look at what YOU have wrought to this land. Your mere presence has destroyed so may lives… and soon, also, your mate's!"
"Stop! Get the hell out of my mind! Get out now!"
"Is that anyway to talk to your father?"
"You are nothing to me! Do you hear me you bastard! Nothing!" The voice then disappeared and left him alone. He then continued his way to find the citadel. Soon enough, Flame caught up to him, breathing heavily.
"What... the hell...?" He said between breaths.
"Why did you fly so damn fast?" Spyro turned to him.
"I have to get to Cynder before he does!"
"He? Who?" Spyro thought for a moment realalizing he had said too much.
"Who, Spyro?" He asked again with a stern look. Spyro and him both stopped flying and landed on a roof top.
"It's nothing Flame."
"Nothing my tail, tell me!" Flame demanded.
"It really IS nothing Flame! You shouldn't be poking around in things that aren't your buisness." Flame took a step back, fearing Spyro could turn on him.
"When you brought it up... it was my buisness. Whatever this is, it is changing you. DESTROYING you! You just... haven't been yourself lately."
"You don't know me!" Spyro roared at him.
"I know you enough to tell that something is wrong. If something is wrong, just let me help. I'd be happy to help, Spyro." Spyro calmed down a bit and took a step back. A tear fell down his cheek as he sniffled so moucus that was trying to come out.
"What I feel... is no concern of yours. But if you want to know... go find the one that I used to call father." And with that, Spyro flew away, leaving Flame standing there, thinking on what he said.
The man that he called father, he thought, Ignitus! He then took off in the opposite direction to the dragon temple, where Ignitus's grave stone was placed.