Chapter 5: Imprisoned
Ember woke up in a haze. Her vision was blurry and she only saw white. "Am I dead?" she thought. She could hear someone's voice, but it sounded distant and soft. Her vision began to refocus and saw a dragon approach her.
The dragon smiled and said, "Well look who's up."
"What happen?" she asked in a tired tone.
"You had two large chest punctures, which ended up breaking five rips and pierced your right lung. Luckily you'll make a full recover save the scars that you'll bare from the wounds. You'll be able to return home in three days," the healer replied.
The healer left so Ember could get some rest when she realized what happened.
She looked around and found a guard in her room and she asked him, "Where is Spyro?"
"The purple dragon?" he asked for clarification. She nodded. "In a prison cell. He's heading to court in an hour for what he did to you. He'll be locked away for a long time."
"What?" she shouted, "He didn't mean to. He was nearly unconscious when he fell onto me."
"Well High Elder Perturis seems to think that he beat you in anger," the guard said, "You might want to tell him that."
"Where is he?" she asked.
"Probably at the Council Chambers getting ready for the trial," the guard replied.
"I need to go and talk to him then," Ember said.
"Sorry, but you are to remain here until you are better," the guard explained.
"I won't be any better if Spyro is in jail," Ember argued, "I don't care if you have to drag me there. I need to get to that court."
The guard was surprised by the determination that she had for the one who supposedly harmed her. The guard asked, "Did this dragon that you hope to save hurt you?"
"Yes," Ember replied, "But he was attacked and lost control of his flight. Then he landed on me, horns first."
The dragon looked at her still curious and asked, "So you're saying that he didn't intentional harm you?"
"He would never," Ember shouted, "I love him and I believe he loves me."
"Fine," the guard replied, "I'll get you out of here."
The guard helped her out of the bed and assisted her in leaving the hospital.
Spyro woke up with a massive headache. He couldn't see much since everything was dark. He sat up with a groan and looked around. He could see that he was in a small room. The condition of the room was very poor. A small cot was his bed, a toilet, and a sink with a small mirror above it.
He looked into the mirror, noticing that he looked horribly tired and depressed. He then realized where he was after he remembered being attacked by the High Elder. He then remembered that Ember was hurt. He began to panic and different scenarios began to run through his head.
What if she was angry with him and thinks that he purposely attacked her? What if she refuses to see him ever again? What if she was…dead? Spyro quickly threw the last thought away as quickly as possible. What if he was locked away and she did want to be with him? How cruel the Ancestors would be if they did so.
A guard unlocked his door and said, "Get up. It's time for to be tried by the Council."
Spyro slowly got up and did as he was ordered to do. The guard immediately placed a muzzle on him and placed chains around his neck and feet. His wings were chained to his side, to prevent him from escaping by flight. The guard had two other escorts that remained a few feet away from Spyro with spears.
Spyro knew he couldn't escape and went along with what was to come. They traveled down dark hallways from a good five minutes before they came to the Council Chambers.
Spyro was brought to a stand in front of the seated Council. A small audience had gathered in the spots behind him. Spyro looked around at his surrounding. There were ten guards between him and the audience and exit. There was definitely no way to get out of here…alive at least.
The High Elder drew Spyro's attention back to them.
"Spyro," Perturis started, "You are here before us on the account of nearly killing a fellow dragon. Do you deny assaulting the victim Ember?"
"I didn't assault her," Spyro argued, "I got hit in the head by a fireball and lost control of my flight. I nearly lost consciousness as the ball hit me."
"So you just happened to fall into her, piercing her with both of your horns?" he questioned.
"Yes," Spyro replied, "Trust me I would do nothing to harm her if I had the choice."
"That may be," Perturis stated, "But we can't trust you since you have nearly killed someone."
Spyro rolled his eyes and murmured, "This is going to go nowhere fast."
"Do you have anything that you would like to tell us?" a dragon elder asked.
"Yes," Spyro replied, "I care for Ember. A lot. I just wish this never had to happen to her. I pray that she will recover." A tear rolled down Spyro face. "I don't care what my fate may be by your hands. I just hope that I can see her one more time if you choose to place me in jail or decide to kill me."
Spyro looked down at the stand he was on. He saw the tear fall from his face and hit the wood below. He was surprised to see that his emotions were unchecked. Still he may not ever see Ember ever again. Several more tears joined the first on the wooden platform.
The Council had been dismissed to judge the final ruling for Spyro. Seconds passed by so slowly for him. The Council returned what felt like a few hours for Spyro, but was only ten minutes in reality. They all took their seats and looked at Spyro.
Perturis began with, "Spyro the Council has found your case a rather unusual one. May different sides have been shared in the meeting, but you haven't given us any proof saying that any of this was true. You never mentioned who attacked you or what you were even doing that night chasing Ember…" Perturis stops as the doors to the chamber open and a guard walks in.
