Under the light of the moon, both dragons fly placidly. Side by side, they were looking down to the land. Everything was different. The hills, the rivers, even the beaches. Spyro wanted to find Warfang with all his heart. But how could they do it if they didn't recognize anything they were seeing?

"Nothing here makes sense." Said Spyro, visually frustrated.

"I know. I even start to miss Sparx."

Spyro didn't respond. He was very focused on the ground bellow them. Cynder started to notice that Spyro was looking concerned. She wanted to reassure him, tell him that nothing bad happened to the others. But she couldn't know that.

They flew for many hours, until they decided to land on a ledge. Spyro couldn't stop worrying about his friends. Every scale of his body itched with fear and didn't know how to handle it. So many things left untold, many adventures with Sparx. This can't be the end.

"Spyro" Said Cynder softly, while covering Spyro's back with her wing. "There's something else bothering you, isn't it?"

Spyro looked at her caring face, unable to lie to her. He didn't want to worry her, but it was obvious that he wasn't doing a good job hiding his fears.

"I miss him, Cynder..." Spyro said, very sad. "I miss Ignitus very much." He was like a father to Spyro. Thanks to him, Spyro could understand who he was, and guided him through his whole journey. Nothing would ever be the same without the wise red dragon, and it was obvious that Spyro was mourning him a lot.

"I miss him a lot too." She spoke. "Ignitus and you believed in me when not even I did. He showed me that I could have a home... a family." She was looking into Spyro's eyes with affection, and he was getting lost in her beautiful eyes. They stayed like that, in silence, watching each other's faces with a silent love that couldn't be described.

"Cynder, I..." Spyro started but couldn't finish when they heard a big crack at the base of the ledge. A huge ravine was appearing out of nowhere. Both dragons watch amazed at this, as if they couldn't believe what was happening.

"Let's see where it ends." She said eagerly while flying off the ledge. Spyro looked at her, with disappointment, but jumped after her.

For a long distance, both saw that the ravine was enormous. Not so deep, but definitely was impressive.

"Look!" Shouted Cynder with enthusiasm, pointing at a horde of sheep, eating grass on a vast meadow. "We haven't seen many floating islands again since we started to come this way."

She was right. The land was looking pretty unharmed down there, except the big ravine.

"I think that the world is still reassembling, otherwise I don't know what's happening." He said while looking at the land.

"You don't get it? Look at the sheep!"

"The sheep?" Spyro focused on the animals, and after a few seconds, he could understand what Cynder was saying. They had collars, and not simple ones. They had Warfang's symbol. Spyro was excited and didn't wait any longer to fly down to where the sheep were grazing. Cynder followed him closely and, when they landed, the sheep looked at them with curiosity for a second, but then continued eating.

"Do you see a shepherd?" Asked Spyro.

"No, nothing. Only these fluffballs." Said while trying to take a sheep away from her tail.

"Why would the sheep be alone all the way here?"

"I don't know, but maybe we can eat one of them."

Some of the sheep looked at Cynder with fear, and Spyro laughed a little because of this.

"I guess they hear you."

"Who cares?"

"These sheep are our only clue to return to Warfang. Do you have any ideas?"

"Lately, you are the one with the ideas."

"But I don't know what to do."

Both dragons just kept standing where they were, staring at the funny looking sheep. Maybe they found a hint to get closer to Warfang, but it wasn't enough. How can a group of sheep help them to find their way home? Both dragons started to walk between the animals, and Cynder couldn't hide the disgust face she made.

"They may look cute, but they surely stink." She said very annoyed.

"Yeah, but I think I got an idea." Spyro was looking at the grass, and he could see a trace. "It's the path they followed to come here. If we follow it...

"We may find Warfang!"

With enthusiasm, Spyro and Cynder started to run, following the smashed grass path. We're going home, just wait, Sparx. While they were running, at the horizon could be seen the silhouette of some buildings.

The sun was starting to rise, and both dragons were walking through the entrance of a small village. There were some Atlawas walking outside the small houses, and Spyro could tell that they were looking at them. Or at least, that was what he thought at first. Suddenly, a group of Atlawas were running to them, holding spears. Spyro couldn't understand what was happening. He was a friend to the Atlawas, when he saved them at the beginning of his journey. Why were they attacking them?

"Please, stop! We're not here to harm you." Spyro said, clearly worried.

"We're not fools, dragon!" Shouted the leader Atlawa at the head of the group. "It doesn't matter the size; I would never forget the dragon that enslaved our people."

Spyro couldn't believe it, they were talking about Cynder. And it was at that moment that he noticed; Cynder wasn't looking well. Her gaze was filled with fear and guilt. For the first time, she was facing the Atlawas. When she was under the control of Malefor, she forced them to the underground, and enraged an ancient creature the Atlawas worshiped.

"Please, stop!" Spyro said, very concerned. "Where's Kane? I'm Spyro! The dragon that fought with the Stone Centinel to free your people!" Surely, they would listen to the dragon that helped them a long time ago. Cynder was looking very frightened, and Spyro started to worry of what these temperamental tribe could do to her.

After Spyro remembered the Atlawas his role freeing them, an old Atlawa appeared from the back of the people. He was tall and with white fur.

"Kane died many moons ago." The Atlawa said. "Indeed, you are Spyro, the dragon that helped us three years ago. But she definitely is 'The terror of the Skies'... Cynder." As the old Atlawa speak, the other villagers started to grump and talk in deep angry voices. Spyro started to get angry; Cynder was a Malefor's victim, and she didn't deserve what the Atlawas were doing to her.

"Yes, she is Cynder. But she's not evil anymore." Said Spyro, doing his best to not lose control of his emotions. "She was being controlled by Malefor, the dark master!" To Spyro's disbelief, this didn't calm down the villagers. Cynder was now hiding behind Spyro, looking with fear the angry eyes of these fearless tribe.

"How can we know this is true?" Asked the old Atlawa. "If you're being fooled by this treacherous demon, then we can help you. Get out of the way and let us kill that beast." The anger inside Spyro was rising like lava about to come out. They were as stubborn as he remembered, but now, Spyro wasn't going let these brute people harm the dragoness he loved.

"If you want to hurt her..." Spyro said, with a very fierce gaze. "You'll have to kill me first."

"If that's what you want, then so be it." The Atlawas were about to strike when the old one said this. Spyro started to make fire inside his mouth. The fury inside his heart was winning. He would never let anyone take Cynder away from him ever again, it didn't matter who was.

When the villagers were about to attack, Spyro stand up, and fire was rising right from the bottom of his chest. But the fight never started. Spyro was pushed to the side, getting pinned to the ground. He was very confused by this, especially when he saw that who tackled him was Cynder herself. Her gaze was filled with sadness and concern.

"Stop..." She gasped. "Please, stop. I don't want to see you like this. Do you realize what were you going to do?" Spyro looked at her, very confused. Around them, the Atlawas were frozen to the ground, looking very closely to what just happened. The old one was particularly paying attention.

"But Cynder... they..." Spyro tried to say something, but words won't come out. He then realized what was going to happen if Cynder didn't stop him. He was going to kill these villagers.

"I don't want you to become a killer. Especially because of me." She was crying, looking into Spyro's eyes.

Inside of his chest, Spyro started to feel like a knife stabbing his heart. I made her cry. I almost become something I don't want to be. It was then that Spyro started to cry as well. "Cynder, forgive me... please, forgive me." He couldn't hold himself. He reached Cynder's shoulders and pulled her close to him. He was holding her tightly, while Cynder couldn't stop crying and returning the hug.

"Ahem." The old Atlawa called from behind. At that moment, Spyro and Cynder broke up the moment. They stand up and looked firmly to the old white villager. "Maybe there's more than what we know. What you just showed us tells me that maybe everyone deserves a second chance."

Cynder and Spyro couldn't believe what the old Atlawa was saying. "Then you believe in what I told you?" Asked Spyro.

"I'm open to listen to you. I'm Traku, the elder of the tribe. Why don't you come with me? You can tell me everything, including all the weird things that happened yesterday in the land."

Spyro and Cynder looked at each other. Somehow, they convinced the Atlawas to listen to them. Maybe now they could be close to getting back home. And more importantly, Spyro now realized that Cynder was the most important dragoness in his life now, and he would protect her with his life. But Cynder would protect him with hers, even from himself.