It has been two whole days since Spyro had disappeared and Cynder had spent that time non-stop looking from cave to cave in the mountains for him, but found nothing. The past night was long for Cynder, her body tired from all the work she put it through without rest. To make things worse for her she racked her mind over questions such as:

"What happened to Spyro, where did he go, am I to blame, did he over hear Hunter's and my talk the night before, was he taken, by whom, is he even still alive, why can't I find him, WHY CAN'T I FIND HIM!" all of which tormented her thoughts the entire time she was searching, leaving her rather exhausted upon the second night both mentally and physically. She laid down in some empty cave she found and tried to get some rest just as the sun started to rise. But she wasn't able to sleep long before something tried to wake her up.

She kept her eyes closed but listen slightly to whoever it was flying next to her. It was a bug, that much she knew from the buzzing it was making. She figured it would leave soon and she'd get some more rest.

"HELLO!" someone shouted inches from her face. "Is there anyone there?" Cynder felt a tiny hand knocking on her skull like a door. She shifted as she stirred slightly from her slumber, batting away whatever creature was bothering her with her paw.

"Come on now, wake up princess!" the voice tried to wake her up again, his sarcasm almost unbearable to listen to at the moment.

"Go away." Cynder said bitterly, her eyes still closed shut. She flipped herself around so that her back was facing this person. She didn't know if he meant her harm, but he hasn't hurt her yet, which was all she needed to not care at the moment.

For a moment the creature behind her buzzed, not saying anything, much to her own delight, before flying off, his buzzing disappearing as he left. Cynder sighed in relief and tried to get more rest. She knew she should be searching for Spyro right now, but she could hardly keep her eyes open. She wasn't really use to going this long without sleep, and it was putting quite the toll on her, which was why it pained her more as the buzzing sound came back, followed by a sharp smack to the back of her head.

Cynder jolted to her feet, the look of death in her eyes as she glared at the small golden dragonfly who was holding a stick in his hand which he used to smack her with. "What do you want!" she bared her teeth at him and did her best to be as menacing as possible. She wasn't in the mood for games, and she was too tired to fight. She just wanted him to leave.

"Hey now, don't you get all feisty on me, girl I'll take you on" the dragonfly did his best look brave, but Cynder could easily tell he was scared. "You have no idea who you are dealing with. I am Sparx! The mightiest Dragonfly around." He swung the stick he had around like a sword, pretending to fend off some invisible force.

Cynder grimaced at the display, it was too early to deal with this sort of thing, and she was too tired to care. Her anger quickly left her and she tried to lay back down, only to be struck on the snout by Sparx's stick. She got back up and swung her paw at him which he dodged easily.

HA! Think you can hit me that easily?" he started darting about all over the place thinking that he could dodge whatever she threw at him, when in truth she was just tired, and her movement was very sluggish. This didn't help her temper, and to make things worse Sparx would nick her face every now and then with his weapon. It didn't hurt, but it was very annoying. She even tried to walk away, only for him to dash in front of her.

"You are not going anywhere, until you answer my question" he hit her one last time before she snapped.

Flaring her wings up into the air, Cynder blew a gust of wind at Sparx which sent him to the ground, and she quickly pinned him under her claws before he could get back up. She growled at him, her claws an inch from both sides of his head, and she threated to squash him.

Sparx threw his hands up into the air in a panic. "Wait, wait, wait!" he pleaded. "Can't we talk this out?"

Cynder pressed down on him, but not enough to crush him yet. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't end you right now?!" She pressed one of her claws into the ground, her talon breaking the dirt and stone with some ease, showing Sparx just how easily it would be for her to pierce his skull.

Sparx gulped. "B-because I'm looking for Spyro just like you, and well I'd thought that maybe you'd want some help?" he said nervously.

Cynder was shocked to hear this, but she didn't budge. "And why are you looking for him? Your just here to turn him in aren't you!" She wasn't going to let anyone hurt him, not if she had anything to say about it.

"Well yeah, but I'm just doing it to show people that we dragonflies are capable of doing good!" Sparx shrieked. Cynder could feel him shake in fear under her paw. She had heard some stories from her mother that people looked down upon the dragonflies, mostly due to their size and lack of being able to do anything that would help society. Granted it doesn't help that they didn't have any power over the elements like dragons, they aren't as cunning as the Cheetahs, nor are they as great of thinkers as the moles, and just about every other race in Avalar can do everything that a dragonfly can do, only better. Well other than light up a dark area, but since most species can create fire, this trait fails to impress anyone.

So by the view of everyone in the world, dragonflies are worthless. Something Cynder figured she could use to her advantage. She kept him pinned down but eased up on him. "Alright than Sparx, I'll make you a deal. You help me find Spyro, and I won't crush you to death."

"PLEASE! I'll do anything you want just don't- wait what did you just say?" Sparx was surprised that she made this kind of offer, but he didn't think too much about it, if it meant living that is. "Um, sure yeah you've got a deal." Cynder got off the bug and he flew back up so that he was eye level with her. "So…. What are you going to do once we find him? Going to take him back to Warfang to claim the reward?"

Cynder scoffed. "What I want with him is none of your business."

"Look miss, you trapped me once, but now I'm free. What's to stop me from just flying away right now?" Cynder swung at him again, only for Sparx to dodge her attack. She mentally cursed herself and her sluggish movements. Sparx just looked at her questionably.

"Ugh, fine… Yes, I'm taking him back to Warfang…. If it will make you happy, I'll even put in a good word that you helped capture him." She may have been lying, but Sparx didn't need to know that.

"And I get 75% of the reward. If you're going to have the great and powerful Sparx on your side, it's going to cost you." Cynder merely rolled her eyes and laid back down, still too tired to continue the search.

"Yeah sure, whatever. We leave once I wake up…. And if you know what's good for you, don't wake me up again." Cynder closed her eyes to recuperate.

Sparx hovered there and shook his head in disappointment. "Are all dragons this lazy?"

"What was that?" Cynder opened one of her eyes and stared at the dragonfly with death in her eyes. Sparx threw his hands up into the air.

"Oh nothing…."

Cynder snorted. "Yeah that's what I thought." She tried to get some sleep, but there was something that was bothering her. She opened one of her eyes lazily and looked back over at Sparx. "How did you know I was searching for Spyro?"

Sparx gave her a sheepish look. "You talk a lot in your sleep, you kept on saying his name. You sounded like you were in dire need to find him for whatever reason. I guess he really screwed up your life… can't blame you for wanting to hunt him down."

Cynder said nothing more and just closed her eye again, a single thought ran across her mind just before she fell asleep. 'I talk in my sleep?'

Over the past two days, Hunter had made some progress in his search for Spyro. He made it into Warfang without any troubles, and he has heard of some people that might be able to help him figure out if Spyro was in Warfang already or if someone knew his location and was currently bringing him to Warfang. If his sources were correct, they would be in the bar he was walking into. Hunter thought this was rather cliché of a place for someone with information to be hiding in, but that changed when he found out who this person was.

Sitting at a table in the middle of the room was a large wolf with two parrots on his shoulders. Beer and rum ran down his chin as he guzzled down yet another pint with ease. All around him there were a bunch of moles, cheetahs, and ape's cheering him on as he grabbed another pint and gulped it down with even more ease than before. Just by the look of them Hunter could tell just who they were.

Pirates.

Pushing through the crowd of cutthroats, Hunter sat down across from who he assumed was the captain. As he sat down everyone stopped and stared at the newcomer. Trying not to seem to nervous, Hunter spoke first. "Are you Captain Skabb?"

The wolf gave Hunter an odd look, as if he had no idea what Hunter just asked.

"He asked you a question stupid" shouted the parrot to his left, stomping his talons against the wolf's shoulder.

"Dude, I don't think he heard you right." Came the parrot to on his right shoulder. This one shook his head in disappointment, more towards the wolf than Hunter.

Hunter was rather confused, but asked again anyways. This time the wolf nodded his head, still giving Hunter that dumb look on his face. "He maybe the captain, but he's as dumb as bricks" laughed the left parrot, which was followed up by the whole crew laughing, including Skabb oddly enough.

Hunter glanced at the two parrots. "So then I guess I have to talk to you two then?"

"You don't have to do anything furball, you could just leave." The right parrot chuckled. Skabb raised his hand and waved it at his crew, signaling them to leave, which everyone obeyed, scattering away to some corner of the room where they could continue their fun. "Looks like he likes you." The right parrot said as he glanced down at the captain. "I'm Scratch, and this one is Sniff." Scratch used his wing to point to the parrot on the left shoulder. "Skabb here is too stupid to actually speak, so we speak for him. Now what do you want?"

Hunter couldn't help but be bewildered by the group in front of him. How'd anything got done on a ship where the captain couldn't speak, and was govern by two separate minds was something he couldn't understand. Still he was here for a reason. "I'm looking for someone. I'm hoping you might be able to tell me a thing or two about him."

"You're looking for the purple dragon aren't you?" Sniff guessed, though it wasn't that hard of a thing to guess in the first place.

"How'd you know?"

Both bird rolled their eyes at the same time. "Not that hard to figure out, the posters just went up, and all of Avalar is on the search for him, including us, so unless you got something you can tell us, I'm afraid we can't help you." Scratch gave Hunter a cold look, a look that gave Hunter a hint that he wouldn't make it very far now that he knew they were looking for Spyro as well. That is unless he gave them something useful. After all, one less person looking for Spyro, gives them all the better chance of finding him themselves.

Hunter had to think carefully about this, asking himself, 'what do I know that no one else knows?'

"I can tell you that Spyro is close to someone, and I can tell you where she is. If you find her, you'll find Spyro."

Both birds gave Hunter an accusing look, and Skabb leaned forwards towards Hunter. Despite the fact that Skabb was dumb, his vastly larger body intimidated Hunter.

"So tell us Hunter everything you know about this girl-" Scratch started, before Sniff picked up after him.

"-and how you know he hangs out around her"

"and why are you asking for our help to find someone when you already know where they are?" they said at the same time.

Hunter took a moment to explain things. "Well you see she's the offspring of the first purple dragon, Malefor. As I'm sure you would understand she's quite the fighter." Both birds looked down at Skabb, while the wolf himself stared deeply at Hunter which made him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what Skabb was doing, and neither one of the parrots where talking as they were too busy looking at their captain. Skabb was just starring at him, before he nodded his head.

"Hm looks like you're telling the truth." Scratch finally spoke.

Sniff look at Hunter and saw the confused looked on his face. "Skabb may be dumber than a sack of potatoes but he can tell if your lying or not. And it seems like you are telling the truth."

"Where is this girl and what does she look like?" asked Scratch, completely forgetting about the other questions they asked before.

Feeling a bit more comfortable now that they were the one's asking questions, Hunter leaned back in his chair. "I can't give away all of my secrets, that is not without you answer a couple of my questions first."

Scratch and Sniff glanced at one another, as if silently discussing what they should do. Sniff was the one to speak first. "Fine, you can have one question."

"And only one" Scratch added.

Hunter wasted no time in asking them his question. "Do you know if Spyro has already been captured, and if so, are they bringing him to Warfang, and where are they?"

Both birds gave him a strange look. "Is that really your question?" Scratch asked mockingly.

Snickering, Sniff continued the sentence "You must be dumber that Skabb. If someone had captured him already then we would already be there and steal him from them. Now it's time you answer our question. Where is the girl?"

Hunter gulped. He knew Cynder could take care of herself, but he wasn't sure if she could take on a whole crew of pirates. "She's on the other side of Warfang."

The moment Hunter said this Skabb shook his head. "YOUR LYING!" Sniff shouted. Skabb drew his sword and pointed it at Hunter neck.

Scratch leaned forwards and spoke in a threatening tone. "Tell us where the girl is or we'll force it out of you."

Hunter stared bitterly at the parrots. He thought about trying to run away, and he looked around the room for any possible exits, but he noticed that the other crew members had stopped what they were doing and had their hands on their weapons, and they were all gazing at Hunter. If he was going to escape, it would be in pieces unless he complied. "Fine, you caught me." He put his hands up in the air. "Her name is Cynder. She's a black female dragon with a Maroon underbelly. She has two silver horns that point straight out of her head and she wears four silver bracelets, a tail ring, and a choker."

Skabb lowered his sword and nodded his head. The parrots eased up and the rest of the crew went back to what they were doing. "Good, now get out of here before we cut you down!" Scratch still didn't look to happy. Taking his chance to escape with his life Hunter booked it out of there. Just as the door to the bar slammed shut Skabb raised his hand and waved on of the crew members over. Sniff looked at the pirate and said "Follow that fool, if he finds the girl or the purple dragon then report back to us." The pirate nodded his head and followed after Hunter.

Spyro slowly and painfully woke up after being passed out for a number of hours that he didn't know himself. All that he did know that it was day now, as there was more light pouring into the cave. Taking this chance, he took in his surroundings. There wasn't much to see in the direction he was facing, nothing more but a black wall of darkness where the light didn't reach, nothing that could help him.

Slowly he turned his body so that he could look behind him, his leg and arm still throbbing with pain as he shifted around. Spyro looked around the other half of the cave, again nothing all to notable other than a strange pile of rocks with a couple of red scales placed on top. In a way it reminded him of the grave that Cynder gave her mother. He tried to look closer at the pile and at the red scales on top of it, but he couldn't figure out if there was anything else on the pile. The only thing he could tell was that the pile of rocks was definitely made from an earth dragon, which he based on the fact that the rocks look like there where chucks taken out of a wall. So either it was made from an earth dragon or someone who was highly skilled at cutting stone.

The more he looked at the pile though the more a chilling thought passed over him. "Blast was a fire dragon, and Bolder was not only an earth dragon but one of Blast's best friends… So what if Bolder build it? And if he did, then that would mean that he was the one who captured me… me the one who killed… Blast…"

Before he could think about it anymore the shadow of an adult dragon entered the cave. With the sun pointing directly into the cave, Spyro could only see a silhouette of the dragon. He heard a threatening growl as the dragon stared back at him, causing Spyro to flinch in fear. The dragon shifted his body swiftly and a pill of stone jutted out from the ground and collided with Spyro's head. Black spots filled Spyro's vision before he passed out.

And there you have it, another chapter done. I must say that I'm surprised how fast this one came out, but I'll still try to post it as soon as I can. On a side note can we all agree that the names Scratch and Sniff are terrible names? I don't make them up either, Activition or whoever made the LoS games are the ones who gave the parrots those names. Come on now, they could have done a much better job am I right? Anyways, thank you all for reading this story, I'll try my hardest to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.