Chapter 4: Wounded

Flame took off after Spyro followed Ember. He knew a short cut, which would allow him to get a good shot at Spyro. He angled to the southeast as Spyro and Ember flew to the east. Flame was about a minute from Ember's house before he stopped on a building. He crouched down on the roof to avoid immediate attention.

He spotted Ember turning the corner and shortly followed by Spyro who was calling out her name. Spyro was where Flame wanted him to be and he fired a fireball at Spyro. The fireball lit up the street and crashed into Spyro's head. Spyro roared in pain as his flight turned into a dive.


Ember heard a loud crackling noise and then a roar of pain. She turned around in curiosity to see Spyro flying at her horns first. He looked as if he was nearly knocked out and Ember forgot that she needed to avoid Spyro's diving body.

It was too late though. Spyro's horns entered her chest and forced her to the street. She gasped as she hit. The combined pain of Spyro's horns and crashing into the stone street was unbelievable. Ember couldn't stay conscious and blacked out.


Flame gasped as he saw the events unfold below. He didn't mean to harm Ember, only Spyro. Now he could have possibly killed the one he loved. Only to make the situation worse Spyro slowly rose to his feet.

Flame quickly took to the skies knowing that his attempts were fruitless at the moment. He flew low and fast weaving through the buildings, hoping that he had put enough distance that Spyro would be able to recognize the attacker.


Spyro got up and looked down to see Ember with two holes in her chest. Spyro felt something warm on the top of his head. He placed a claw on his head and it was wet. He pulled his claw down and saw red. Blood, Ember's blood.

"Oh no," he thought, "I have to get her medical help."

He took off carrying her to the city hospital. Luckily it was only a two-minute flight to the large building in the center level of the city. He entered quickly and had a healer take her.

Now the High Dragon Elder Perturis was at the hospital at the time since his daughter was severely sick. He noticed that Spyro was worried and there was blood on him. He immediately thought that Spyro had attacked Ember. He also noticed a black scorched spot on his head and he thought of it as Ember defending herself from him. It all added up to him like a puzzle. He waited for a few moments to see what Spyro's actions were.

Ten minutes passed before he decided to confront Spyro. There were three guards in the hospital waiting area. He caught their attention and had them come over to him. Perturis explained the situation and the guards walked over to Spyro.

Spyro looked up when they stopped in front of him and asked, "Can I help you?"

"You can remain silent and your jail time won't be as long," Perturis said as he approached.

"What?" Spyro asked.

"The dragoness you brought in here was bleeding pretty badly," Perturis pointed out, "Anything that you might want to say about that?"

"Yeah," Spyro replied, "Some fireball hit me when I was trying to talk to her. My head was hit, angling it and me down towards her. By the time I could do anything I was on the ground with my horns in her. Then I brought her here."

"Likely story," Perturis replied, "Arrest him and throw him in jail until his Council Court meeting."

"I'm not leaving here until Ember is ok," Spyro replied, "I love her and I don't care if you guys have to beat me down. I'm not willing leaving here."

"That can be arranged," the High Elder said nodding to the guards.

The first dragon tried to grab Spyro, but the purple dragon kicked the guard backwards into the second. The third then moved in and punched Spyro in the jaw. Spyro staggered backwards a few steps before he swung his tail at the guard.

"Resisting arrest are we?" Perturis said

The three guards recovered and pressed themselves to arrest the rogue dragon. The first threw a punch that Spyro knocked aside, but was caught with a swift elbow to the side of his head from the second guard. Spyro growled and struck the guard with the back of his fist.

The third guard had maneuvered around Spyro and came from behind. The guard had a siring with a drug in it. He stabbed the siring into Spyro's neck. The siring emptied its contents and Spyro pulled out the siring. He began to feel light headed and fell to the ground. He felt the guards pick him up and carry him away. As they carried him outside he lost consciousness.