Flame marched back and forth around his throne room, as he tried to figure out a plan that could solve all the problems that his people had, while his adviser simply watched with a lack of interest. This wasn't the first time Flame had paced around this room in silence, to the point where his adviser was amazed that there wasn't a indentation in the flooring from Flame walking in the same spot the past few years.

"Sir, I really don't this this is the best use of your ti…" his adviser tried to get him to actually do something, before Flame stopped him.

"I almost got it!" Flame hollered back. He quickened his pace while the old mole just inwardly sighed. Days like these nearly killed him out of boredom. It wasn't often that the mole actually did his job in the kingdom as Flame was normally a pretty good king. Sure he needed some guidance here and there, but for the most part he knew how to help his people.

That being said, for the most part he knew what he was doing, and during those times the old mole enjoyed watching Flame develop from the young drake to the powerful leader he was now. However, it is times like these that made it hard to stand there and watch as Flame refused to listen to anything he might say, nor would he actually do anything but walked in a circle around the room trying to figure out whatever problem his people might be having. Which has been happening more often than usual recently.

First it was the riots, arguing that Flame let the purple dragon go on purpose. Then he had to deal with his allies turn against him, all of whom thought that Flame couldn't handle the power of being king and thought that they should hold the mantel until he was of age. Now he was trying to figure out how to calm everyone down. Ever since Spyro left the city, everyone has been in this panic. It was a miracle to have a day without someone coming to Flame begging him to do something about Spyro.

"I think I got it!" Flame boasted. He walked up to his adviser, hoping to hear his opinion on how to calm everyone down. "Why don't we bring Spyro here and have him tell everyone what he has told us?"

"And how is that supposed to help?" The mole asked, having his doubts.

Flame started to pace again, much to his advisor's misfortune. "You see, this boy was on death row and yet he still managed to tell me what happened to him all these years, so surely he will be able to stand up to a crowd of people who want him dead. He will just tell them why he did the things he did, what he thinks, how he wishes to change, and how he's come to be this way! And I can be there to support him. If the people think that I'm on his side, then surely they will be as well."

The mole looked at him questionably. "Sir…. I don't know how good of an idea this is. What if they don't want to listen, or worse, when they see you side with him, what if they revolt against the kingdom?"

"I'll worry about that when we get there." Flame said, blindly tossing reason out the window.

The mole groaned. "Well how are you even going to get Spyro to come here in the first place? We've been searching for years now and we haven't come close to catching him."

"I've already thought about that." Jackle smiled happily. "I'm going to inform other kingdoms, and other non-dragon settlements about Spyro and have a reward to bring Spyro to me unharmed. Surely with the help of even more people we will be able to clear his name." Flame looked proudly at his advisor, thinking that he had solved all the problems by enacting this plan. His advisor signed inwardly. It wasn't his place to tell Flame how stupid of an idea it was. All that he could do was support and suggest things, not that Flame would listen to what he had to say about the matter. "I think that is a brilliant plan my King." The mole only slightly lied. He did think it was a good plan, but he had no doubt in his mind that something was going to go wrong.

"Splendid!" Flame roared as he marched out of the throne room. "Spread the word to other nations that I want Spyro found, unharmed and brought to me." Flame repeated to his advisor, giving him more of an order than a request. "I've got plans to make."

Within a day there where wanted posters with a crude image of him all across Avalar, all reading

WANTED ALIVE

Spyro the Purple Dragon

Reward 10,000 Gems

Upon seeing this posters, the people of Warfang grew more confused by their king's actions. 'Why would Flame want him alive' most of them thought. Several rumors started to spread around Warfang that Flame had "special" plans for the purple drake and that he is going to get what is coming to him. Others panicked and thought that Flame was trying to help Spyro in his conquest to take over Avalar. People would flock to Flame to answer these question, and all he did was assure them that he wasn't going to harm anyone, nor was he going to betray his people. This didn't help the peoples worries and fears, but it calmed them down for now.

"Sir" Flame's advisor whispered just as another group of civilians left the throne room. "Are you really sure you want to go through with this plan? People seem more worried than ever."

Flame nodded. "I've noticed, but the people have been wanting something to happen, and so I'm doing the only thing I can. The only other choice I have would be to send our military after him, which would only cause more of a panic… and besides, if other nations search for him it will hopefully ease everyone's nerves."

The old mole could hear the uncertainty in his king's voice, but still he said "If you think that is best, then I shall question you no more."

"Thank you." Flame cheerfully replied, though in his head he secretly hoped that things would be fine as well. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen form this.

All over Avalar, people saw the wanted posters, and while most of them ignored the poster, due to fear of being hurt if they did try to catch Spyro, there were a few who were more than interested in giving it a shot.

Deep in the swamps there was a tiny town, the buildings only big enough to house large insects. It population made it glow brightly in the dim swamps, though this was only due to the fact that their bodies produced these bright lights.

One of its civilians looked at the poster and grinned widely, his natural golden glow growing even brighter. That is until a pink Dragonfly flew by and grabbed her son by the arm, "No you're not going after him."

"Oh but mom, how am I supposed to prove to you guys that I'm able to take care of myself if you don't let me leave the village?"

The pink dragonfly rolled her eyes. "How about try and do something that won't get yourself killed?" she said as she pushed him through the doorway to their home. Her son grimaced.

'Oh I'm going to catch him,' he thought. 'and then no one in this stinking village will look down upon me again.'

Among the Cheetah village, there was one male who looked at the poster in pure discuss before he ripped it down from the pole it was attached to. The cheetah glared at the image of Spyro before crushing the paper into a ball and left to round up more of his people to help. He walked his home to ponder how to capture Spyro when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." the cheetah didn't bother opening the door.

"my apologies, but the whole town starting to fall into chaos. Everyone is afraid of this purple dragon ever since news about him spread. They need there chief to talk them down.

The chief of the clan grinned, now was his perfect chance to get everyone on his side. "Sure thing, I'll be out in just a moment."

Far off on the water, a captain to a boat raised the wanted poster high for his crew, however he didn't speak, but his parrots did.

"Looks like we got ourselves a new target boys!" one of the parrots said, causing the whole boat to light up with cheers and sinister laughter. As the sails where set and the flags raised, the pirate crew set their sights to Avalar.

Hunter and Cynder have been looking for Spyro the whole day and they couldn't find him. When they realized that Spyro had disappeared they figured that he had just left to be alone for some time, they even went to sleep, figuring that he would return while they were asleep. But when they found that he wasn't in the cave when they woke up, that was when they started to worry. They searched for him in the general spots they have been to, the lake they get their water from, the general area in which he and Hunter hunted, even the base of the mountain they lived on, and yet there was no trace of their purple friend.

As the sun began to fall behind the horizon, Cynder came up with the idea that maybe Spyro was captured which only made them all the more worried for the boy. Hunter had left into town a couple miles off to see if he could get any sort of clue on the whereabouts on Spyro, or if anyone has heard anything. Cynder figured that Hunter wouldn't be back anytime soon so she got some sleep, but to her surprise the cheetah came back with in a few hours after his departure, holding a wanted poster in his paw.

Cynder studied the poster. "Well… at the very least we can assume that Spyro wasn't captured by Warfang." She wasn't really sure if this was good or not, but it helped a little.

"That is most likely true Cynder, however this also means that more people will be looking for him." Hunter added, killing off whatever hope Cynder had gained from her statement.

"Hunter I'm worried, how are we going to hide ever all of Avalar, let alone find Spyro?"

Hunter knelt down and placed a paw on Cynder's shoulder. "Don't worry Cynder we will find him, and no matter what I will bring Spyro back to you." He showed her the wanted poster again. "look, see the king wants Spyro alive, so at the very least if he has been captured, he is alive. We just need to find him before someone else takes him to Warfang."

"But we have searched all around the area," Cynder said frustrated at the whole situation. "Where else could he be?"

Hunter didn't answer for a few seconds, pondering the question himself. If Spyro wasn't near the mountain, wasn't in town, nor the lake, or the forest, where else could he be?"

"Well… this mountain isn't small so it's possible that he could be hiding out somewhere in another cave system…. But that could take days to search through them all, week's possibly."

"We don't really have that much time to waste Hunter. I won't let them take Spyro back there!" Hunter gently waved his paw at her, hoping for her to calm down.

"I know, I know Cynder, I don't want this to happen either…. How about this then. Why don't you search through the cave systems and I'll go to Warfang? If Spyro is there, or is taken there, I'll be sure to bring him back. I'll stay there for a couple of weeks, just to be safe. By that time, hopefully you will have already found him. Does this plan sound good to you?"

Cynder didn't like the idea of splitting up, but it was the only good plan she could think of. "I don't like it… but fine. Just please be safe Hunter."

Hunter gave her a toothy smile, "Don't you worry a thing Cynder. Spyro will be back and safe with us in no time." The cheetah then got up to leave the cave before Cynder stopped him one last time.

"If you find Spyro, please tell him that I'm worried about him, and that I miss him so…. And please tell him that I love him." Hunter nodded and took off to Warfang.

Little did they know that Spyro was still in the mountains, deep in one of the cave systems far from the cave that they made their home in. Slowly Spyro stirred from his slumber, his head feeling like someone was pounding it like a drum.

"What… what happened… where am I?" Spyro sounded very tired. He was lying on his did and tried to stand only for more pain to fill his body. He looked down at his legs and saw that two of his legs were broken, but to his own surprise, they were bandaged up and put into a cast. That was when the smell of smoke reached his noise. A fire not too far from him burned gently, giving him some warmth. He was more confused now than ever. Who was helping him, why, and where were they now?

"Do you know?" Spyro tried asking his dark half, only to get no reply. "Right… he only knows what I know…." He began to look around the cave as best as he could from his position in hopes to find any clue as to who helped him. Nothing. Other than him and the campfire, there was nothing in the cave.

Then a noise echoed through the walls, footsteps. Maybe his rescuer was coming, or maybe one of the City guards from Warfang was coming, it was impossible to tell. He was able to figure out that it was a dragon as the footsteps grew louder as they were heavy steps in sequence of one another, and he could hear the clacking of claws along the ground. This didn't really help him figure out if he was safe or not, and the sound was coming behind him. Slowly he struggled to turn, pain lacing through his body as he tried to move. Louder, and louder the sound grew, the being growing closer and closer before it suddenly stopped. Spyro froze. What was this person going to do? What was he going to do?

Spyro struggled one last time to face the stranger, before something hit him on the back of his head hard. Black spots filled his vision before he passed out.

Hey guys, i'm sorry again for taking so long to post this chapter. In case you didn't read my last chapter, I said that I got a job and that it's making it really hard to write this story. But I promise you all that I WILL finish this story no matter what. I don't know when I'll post the next chapter, but I'll try to do it as soon as possible. I hope you all enjoyed this one.