Chapter 20:

The moonlight poured into the dungeon room. The cold stone walls along with the one or two rats that claimed this place as home, were the only company I had. I pulled on the iron door before resting my head against the cool metal. Thoughts after thoughts ran through my head.

"So what will it be dear child?" The sorceress growled. Staring down at me with those cold green eyes. My heart pounded against my rib cage. My mouth went dry and my head began to spin.

I can't agree.

I can't turn my back to the people who've help me.

But if the book are destroyed how will I get home?

And what will happen to me?

"Well…?" She growled impaintly. Tapping her foot on the ground like an angry mother.

"I.. I don't know." I replied shyly.

She paused for a moment before growling, "I must have misheard you. Repeat yourself."

"I said I don't know." I spoke a little louder this time. I didn't dare to look at her.

The sorceress took a step closer and lifted my head so that I was looking at her. " You dare to respond with I don't know? Your a pathetic creature. Worse than those two idiots out there!"

I didn't respond.

She huffed and growled. "You two!" She bellowed to the guards men. "Get her out of my sights. Take her to the dungeon. Maybe a night there will help her make up her mind."

As the guards pulled me from the room, I looked back at the sorceress. She picked up one of the books, opening it and flipping through, before stopping at a page. She gave a sickening smile before tearing the page from the book, and dropping it into the cauldron.

So here I was. Until morning came. There were two ways this could play out.

One is that I could agree, and that my life, and the books would be spared.

Or I could refuse, and at best, have all hopes of getting home be destroyed.

Or at worst, I could end up dead.

I groan and rest my head in my heads. Pressing my back against the door and sliding down the miserable cold metal.

What am I going to do? I can't say yes. That'd be a terrible idea. I don't I could live with myself.

But I don't want to die either.

Is betrayal worse than death?

I looked out the dungeon window. I could see the sky turning red. It was already morning.

"I am so dead." I groaned into my hands.

...Maybe I could work my way around this?

Just because I 'agree' to helping them, doesn't mean I am becoming a villain.

I just need to stall. Stall long enough to find a when to get the book and get out.

And hopefully not hurt anyone in the process.

But could I pull it off?

I could hear the metal clicking of shoes against stone floor, and the fumbling of keys from outside the door.

I guess there's only one way to find out.

From within his room. Spyro tossed and turned. He sighed as he sat up in his nest. "I can't let her stay at that castle any long. Who knows what they'll do to her." He said.

Slowly getting up from his nest her stretched. "I feel fine anyways. C'mon Sparks." He said walking out to his balcony window. The little dragon fly stopped in front of his face and buzzed agnerly at him. "Look. I feel fine. I'm going to sit around and feel useless when there's work to be done. Maybe I can stop their plans before they get too out of hand."

The little bug just glared at him while Spyro perched himself of the side of the balcony, ready to take off. " I'll be fine ok? We've been through worse."

He then jumped and gladed off into the nights sky. "I just hope she hasn't agreed to anything stupid."

Authors note:

OK SO!

Yes this is chapter twenty.

Yes I rewrote it.

I rushed it the first time and hated how it came out. So I decided I'd go back and fix it.

Thank you!