While Spyro was away, Sparx did his best to make Cynder feel better. She only giggled and stopped. Sparx decided to try one last time.

"You know Spyro tried to find you, in the night. He couldn't!"

Cynder giggled, but then she stopped and gripped her stomach. She moaned and winced.

"Woah, Cynder…. You okay?"

"Listen, Sparx…. I'm not feeling too well."

"Yea, I was starting to notice."

"Please do me a favor."

"Yes?"

"Please don't tell Spyro, He'll get worried and things will…"

"Cynder… don't worry, but if gets worse I'll have to tell him."

"Okay."

Cynder placed her head to the ground and closed her eyes.

At the tower:

The three of us, were finishing up the helicopter. (AT LAST.)

"Just the décor, and we shall be done." John cheered

"Yea, by the time Spyro comes back, we should be test flying it." I proudly said.

"I can't wait!" Steve bellowed.

"Just a few more white stripes." I said, painting with homemade paint.

After a while we were finally done. We pushed our creation into the bushes and waited for Spyro, Cynder and Sparx to come back.

Finally, Spyro came trotting back.

"He said he'll get his best builders and carpenters." He stated. Then he turned to Cynder. "How are you feeling, Hun?"

"Good, I think."

"That's good."

"We should be going, bro." Sparx said. Cynder got up with the strength she had.

"You ready?"

"I hope." Cynder said in a low voice. Thus worrying Spyro.

So they took off into the sky and watched as builders marched toward Warfang. They flew over beautiful patches of trees. Cynder, however, was not doing too good. She was not smiling. She used to smile when she peacefully flew. Spyro watched her facial expressions and signs of any trouble. Suddenly Cynder gripped her stomach again. She started to go greenish pale. Spyro flew to her side.

"Cynder, tell me, please. What's going on?"

Cynder looked down. Her paleish face showed a sorrow expression.

"Spyro, I'm sorry. I'm not…" Cynder paused. She felt something creep up her. "I don't feel…"

Then, it came. Cynder's cheeks puffed out and she went down.

"Cynder!" Spyro yelled chasing after her.

"Spyro, Cynder?" Sparx shook his head. "Wait for me!"

Seconds later, Cynder was able to land. Spyro landed. Then, she dropped her head and hunched her back and up it came. She threw up in the grass. She looked up for a moment, coughed and threw up again. Spyro ran up panicked as can be.

"Spy, I'm sorry. I'm so…" She turned her head away from him. She gagged and then threw up a third time. Sparx flew up to Spyro's side.

"Don't be sorry." Spyro said rubbing her back. He moved Cynder away from the barf area and laid her in a clean patch of grass.

"It's okay we all get sick some time in our lives." Spyro cooed.

"I just don't feel good."

"We should get going." Sparx said.

"NO! I won't make her fly another inch."

"How are we going to get Cynder home?"

"Theres only one answer… DT."

"Spyro…."

"There's a small chance DT has his copter finished."

"Okay I'll keep watch over…" Spyro stopped Sparx.

"I'm staying with her this time you go get DT."

"Okay." Sparx flew off as fast as he could. He looked back and saw them touching foreheads together.

Well, just to say, since we completed the chopper, we really had nothing else to do. We just sat our butts in the grass near the lake. We throw in stones making wishes that'll never come true. We then, just started chatting. We didn't know what was going on…

Sparx had the city in sight. He flew frantically around the tower. He went into the field. Then, he heard us talking. He flew in front of my face.

"DT its an emergency!"

"What's wrong?" I said standing up along with John.

"It's Cynder she's really sick…."

"Say no more I'll handle this."

I ran over to the bushes and called John over.

"John help me!"

He ran over, grabbed the chopper and heaved it out into the open. I sat in the Pilot seat.

"John, start the blades." I commanded. He stood up and with a mighty push the blades were spinning.

"I sure hope she flies." I said as I started peddling faster. Then, we were off.

"Lead me to where they are!" I yelled over the whipping blades. A few seconds later we were at full speed.

"This is just like the life flight we have at home."

"Yea, but ours is completely wooden." I said.

Spyro cuddled Cynder. She threw up a few more times in our absence.

"It's okay, I'm here for you." Spyro said still rubbing her back to ease her whimpering.

Suddenly he heard a whipping sound.

"Cynder hear that?" He said smiling.

"DT?" She asked in a scraggly voice.

"Yep, it has to be." He said nudging Cynder's shoulder. Cynder smiled the best she could, but she returned to her sickened state. The whipping became louder. Then, woosh we flew over their heads. Spyro and Cynder looked wide eyed at us as we started to turn around.

"Clear for landing, DT." John said to me. So I brought the chopper in and gently landed in the grass near Cynder.

"Help her aboard, Spy." I commanded.

Spyro slowly helped climb on the chopper. I sat her down in the back seat.

"Here we go." I said starting to peddle fast.

We flew over bright green fields. In one, a gang of animals scattered. Warfang was dead ahead. I hooked a right and squandered our last bit of altitude to stick the landing.

Spyro landed behind us. He helped Cynder off and held her paw as they walked inside.

Steve ran up as me and John hopped onto the ground.

"How'd it go?"

"I do have to say, she is fast." I said proudly

"Yep, I call that a fantastic test flight." John cheered

"Now let's go check on Cyn."