Spyro's eyes slowly fluttered open, only to close a second later as a wave of exhaustion washed over the purple drake. Who knew that being knocked out twice could leave someone tired. Spyro wanted nothing more than to just lie there and fall back asleep. That is until he remembered where he was. In a cave with a stranger who seems to enjoy hitting people in the head. Opening his eyes just a crack, he looked around the cave. He didn't see anyone, or at least in front of him, nor did he hear anyone, so he figured that he was once again alone in the cave.

A small smile appeared on Spyro's face as he was relieved that he could just relax for a moment without having to worry about being knocked out again. With this moment he thought about what his dark half had said to him while he was passed out. He knew that Dark Spyro had a point, this dragon could mean a lot of trouble for him, but somewhere he just knew there had to be a reason why he was still here in this cave. If this dragon wanted him dead then he would be dead by now, if this dragon wanted to take him in, then why was he still in the same cave? Just thinking about all the reason why he was still there made his head hurt and he tried to think about something else for the time being.

That's when Spyro thought about what his dark half said just before leaving. "I've let you control your body because that is your role" the words seemed to echo in Spyro's mind. He tried to piece together just exactly what he meant by that and the more he thought about it the more of a theory was formed. Spyro assumed that Dark Spyro was his fears personified as Dark Spyro only took over his body in extreme cases, like when Blast tried to kill Cynder. Thinking about that moment made his heart sink a little. Still if Dark Spyro's role was to be his fear, then what role did the actual Spyro play, and are there other personas in his mind that he has not met yet?

Before he could think about it anymore, the wind picked up and the smell of food, cooked salmon to be exact, hit his nostrils. Sniffing the air like a dog, he followed the scent with his head until he saw a line of fish laid out about a foot from the right of him. He reached out a paw to try and grab one so he didn't have to stand up, but the food was too far from him, so he tried to stand again. He felt pain in his bandaged limbs, but it was much more bearable this time, though that might be due to the fact that Spyro was to focused on the food in front of him to care about anything else. If anyone was watching him, they would pity him or possibly smile with glee as he pathetically limped over to the fish like a dying animal. Spyro shoved his face into the food laid out for him, paying no mind to any dirt or rocks that he swallowed with the mouthfuls of fish that he gobbled down.

His body shook with each bit he took. He stopped to think for just a second, 'how long have I been knocked out?' but this thought was tucked away quickly when his stomached growled again, pleading that he continue to shovel food down his throat. A small piece fell out of his mouth and landed on the ground. Leaning down to the small piece he licked it up, paying little attention to the gravel he picked up with it. All he could think about was the food in front of him, and how much he needed more. It had felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks, which was very likely.

'It feels good to have food in my belly again' Spyro thought as he laid down on his back, looking up at the ceiling of the cave. In that moment he pushed aside any thoughts of where he was, why he was here, what he is doing here and who helped him. For once in a really long time Spyro felt happy, even if he was being ignorant to the satiation at hand.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps hit his ears, and claws scrapping along the ground, telling Spyro that it was a dragon that was moving around. Most likely belonging to whoever it was who has been 'helping' him. He slowly moved back over to his side and remained still, as if that would help him. He shut his eyes, thinking that maybe the dragon would think that he is still asleep and wouldn't hit his head again. He silently cursed himself for being such a messy eater and he prayed that the dragon would pay no attention to the mess he'd made with the fish or the bones.

The footsteps where slow and heavy. 'Definitely an adult.' Spyro tried closing his eye even harder and tried to keep his body still, but it kept on shaking. The questions that he asked his dark half resurfaced again. 'Who is this guy, what does he want with me, why am I here, what is he going to do?' all of these raced in his mind more and more. The footsteps stopped for a moment, probably the person had stopped to looked at the memorial that they had laid out. This didn't last long though as they started to walk again, and with their footsteps growing louder, Spyro assumed that he or she was walking towards him.

His mind thought of the worst possible outcomes. His thoughts drifted to Cynder and how he was never going to see her again, he thought about the last things she said about him, how he was a failure and that she couldn't stand it. And it was true, it was all true, all he could do here was sit and wait for this person to kill him or worse, turn him over to Warfang. He was nothing more than a worthless being.

"Prove them wrong." Came a voice in Spyro head. It wasn't Dark Spyro's voice though, as this one didn't have any malice in its tone, no this was…. a soothing and calm voice… something that he had not heard before.

"Who are you?" Spyro asked the voice in his head, still trying his best to seem still.

"Open your eyes and get up." The voice answered.

Spyro faltered. "I don't know if I can."

"You can and you must! Do it, or else I will take back what is rightfully mine."

Spyro felt his heart skip a beat. "Who are you?" the voice didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he should listen to the voice or not. His body shuttered as the dragon took one last step before stopping. He gulped, knowing the dragon was looming over him now. This was made all the more apparent as the dragon standing next to him, nudged him with his paw.

He thought about the voice in his head, thinking that maybe he should listen to him, not that he had much of a chose. He wasn't sure what he feared more, the dragon in front of him or the voice in his head and what it might do to him if he disobeys. 'Well…. It's now or never.' He mustered up as much courage as he could and slowly began to stand up. He kept his eyes tightly shut, still fearing the dragon in front of him. It wasn't until he was fully sitting on his hunches when he opened his eyes.

Any form of bravery that Spyro managed to build up disappeared the moment he opened his eyes. His body felt weak, his legs began to shake, and there was no voice in his head to tell him what to do. Not this time. Spyro felt the dragon's name hit his throat. He wanted to say his name but a wad of fear kept it trapped in his body. Spyro gulped as he stared back at the dragon before him. They stayed in silence as they just looked at one another. The fact that the dragon in front of him hasn't done anything since Spyro began to move gave him enough courage to speak the dragon's name.

"Terrador." He said shakily.

His father said nothing back, instead he kept this dull yet oddly worried look in his eyes. When nothing was said by Terrador, Spyro thought for a moment that this was just a dream. However, when he tried to take a step back away from his dad, the pain that burst through his broken leg reminded him that this was real. Terrador was really standing before him once again.

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Sparx, Cynder, and Hunter continued their search through the mountains for Spyro, still having no luck, when Sparx's belly started to rumble. "Ugh I'm hungry." The insect wined.

Cynder had to hold herself back from swatting the bug, as this was the third time in the past two minutes that Sparx had complained about his empty stomach. "If we stop to eat will you shut your mouth for five minutes?" Hunter placed a paw on Cynder's shoulders in hopes to calm her down.

Sparx thought about the offer and gave her a small shrug. He put his fingers to his lips and used an imaginary key to lock them shut. Cynder nodded. "Thank you." As promised she sat down, along with Hunter. The cheetah pulled from his sack on his back some meat they had gotten from a wild boar they found and cooked the other day and handed some to Cynder. Sparx started to buzz around, catching whatever smaller bugs he could find. Taking this moment of silence Cynder asked her furry companion what they should do if they don't find Spyro here.

Hunter stroked his chin. "Well, my next best guess as to where he might be would be in the meadows past these mountains. Where he might be hiding there, I wouldn't have a clue."

Content with that answer, Cynder ate the rest of her food in silence, completely unaware that someone was watching her and the other two far above them. Up the side of the mountain that they were on was another cheetah watching the group down below. She wore a very similar outfit to the pirates that Hunter had talked to a couple of days ago. A large toothy grin formed along her face as she reached for something along her belt, pulled out some black rocks which she used to ignite a wick. She set down the object in her paw and gave it a small kick, letting gravity take the it to its intended targets.

It rolled down the cliff side and got snagged on a small bunch of rocks sticking out the side. Sparx looked towards the face of the cliff that he and the rest of his group where sitting next to, and notice a few pebbles rolling down the side. Looking up from where they came from, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still something in his gut told him that something was off. He flew back over to Cynder and Hunter and pulled out the fake key from his none existent pocket and unlocked his lips.

"Hey Cynder, will you give me a moment, I saw some tasty butterflies the way we came from. I just want to grab a few and then we can get going again."

Cynder mere rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just don't take long." She said figuring the longer he was away from her, the less of his voice she would have to hear. Still she wanted to search for Spyro some more soon. With a nod from the bug, Sparx flew off.

The cheetah above the group watched as Sparx flew off, but ultimately paid him no mind. He wasn't the target after all. The pirate looked down the hill again and watched as the last of the wick disappeared in the black ball, followed by a large explosion.

(Alright and the identity of the dragon has been revealed, I know a lot of you where wanting to know who he was, and I hope you weren't disappointed with this reveal. As always I'll try to get the next chapter posted as soon as possible. Take care everyone.)