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I don't quite no what to make of what i wrote, as you requested i skipped doing more crazy stuff and began to move on to the meat of the story. This is very much a filler chapter, i kind of rushed it but then i didn't... it feels rushed and i really am on the fence about re-writing it.

Again i'll leave the decision to you lot.

Here's the next chapter for you!

What happened next to the dragon was just a blur. Slowly days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years.

Everyone who he had once treasured as friends could only watch as Spyro slowly died. The initial first few weeks had been the most demanding for them. Often either Sparx or Hunter could be found just sitting outside his room, listening to the muffled sobs and mumbling which seeped through the door.

But as he grew, slowly Spyro's mind changed and settled. He didn't cry anymore but the one part which held any emotion got locked away.

He learnt to no longer care about life, about people, about anything. The voice in his head had become him, it took control and Spyro let it. Slowly the voices actions became his own actions, slowly he began not to just hear the evil inside him, but to become the evil inside him. The part of Spyro which held his love and true soul was locked away, and the darkness, which he had fought for so long to control, took control of him.

Three years went by, the former hero of the world had turned into the scum he once fought. He had fully grown by now, but he was completely unrecognisable from what he used to be. Everytime the city was threatened by something, Spyro would take to the front line. He butchered his enemies with a cold and brutal manner, Warfang grew powerful once more, but only because Spyro fling himself into every single opportunity to kill and maim in some supposed defensive of the city.

His blood lust was demonic and the fashion in which he killed became feared. The savage hatred for life which built up inside of him would be unleashed on whatever crossed his path. He was a monster, he was full of hate and anger and no-one could go near him, lest they too be butchered in one of his psychotic rages.

Spyro had chose not to kill himself, it was a weak and pathetic way out. he wanted someone else to do it, that way them he didn't have to waste energy cutting himself. He needed the battle, he needed his own blood seeping from a wound. It was the only way he could feel, it's the only way he could remind himself that his heart was still beating.

The guardians turned a blind eye to him, they could not get rid of the only one willing to defend the city whenever. He was no longer a symbol of hope, he was a symbol of fear. No-one dared attack the great city, the fear of the purple dragon swayed many foes.

Sparx had left the great city and returned to the forest in which he grew up, he could not bear to be with his brother anymore. Hunter to grew distant from Spyro, he had tried to save him from the path of destruction his chose but nothing worked. Nothing could stop the dragon on his dark descent.

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It was a cold night, snow fell softly outside, it was the season to be merry and joyful. But none of that was felt the solitary dragon. Spyro sat alone, it was past midnight but Spyro was still drinking. He had paid the bartender to just leave him there. The bartender knew better than to cross him so he took the money and ran.

Slow tears dripped from his eyes into the glass in front of him. Spyro's mind was stuck on the same thing which drove him to his demise, the same thing which had tortured him for three years. He could hear people outside singing, dancing and enjoying life.

No joy could penetrate the stone shield around his heart. He sat and again he whispered to himself.

"Why did you go... Why did you hurt me..."

A breeze rolled in from the door and Spyro turned to see what had opened it, Hunter was standing there, shivering slightly and he brushed off specks of snow.

"I thought I might find you here..." he said quietly but Spyro just said bluntly back.

"What do you want? Do I get to kill more things?"

Hunter shook his head and sat next to Spyro, Spyro was tall than him now. Hunter however did not fear Spyro, he knew that his true self was still in there, somewhere.

"No Spyro... I just wanted to talk"

Spyro groaned loudly and he said arrogantly.

"Oh boy! Another one of your talks! I'm so fuckin' excited!"

Hunter didn't rise to the aggravation, he just said quietly.

"Spyro... I came to say happy birthday"

Spyro snapped to him, a look of deep confusion on his face.

"What? I don't have a birthday! I don't know when I was born! And how the hell do you know?! You didn't know who my parents were! You didn't know when my mother laid my egg!"

Hunter sighed slightly and spoke in the same quiet tone.

"I did know your father... and you knew him as well. I have been told by the guardians to tell you, they feel they have kept you in the dark for too long"

Spyro stared at the cat, he knew his own dad? How could he have ever known him and not knew he was his father! Surely if he had known his father, his father would have known he was his son!

Spyro leaned forward and begged Hunter, the part of him which cared broke through for a split second and his voice was pleading.

"Who was it? Please tell me... You've got to tell me"

Hunter laid a small paw on his shoulder and said.

"Spyro... your father was Ignitus... I'm sorry."

Spyro just stopped, something in his mind sparked and wave after wave of memories hit him. Spyro twitched slightly as the news hit him.

"No... he can't have been. he can't had been my dad... Why didn't he recognise me?"

Spyro stammered. Suddenly he thought back to the day they met, he had trusted him from the start, he could see the father in him. Why had he been so blind before!?

More memories invaded Spyro's mind.

Spyro was upset, he missed him parents. it was a cold night, but Ignitus heard his crys and came and sat next to him.

"What's wrong" He whispered in his ear. Spyro's shaking sobs echoed throught the hall

"I miss my mum, and my dad. I feel so alone... my only friend are Sparx and Cynder..."

Spyro felt the large dragons embrace and he leant on him crying, Ignitus held the little dragon close as his emotions flow from him.

"Don't worry... i've got you... you parent's are still with. They will always be with you little one... You are the bravest dragon i have ever met.. i'm proud of you"

Before Spyro knew it he had fallen asleep, leaning on the adult dragon.

It was so clear to Spyro what he meant now, he grabbed his head and swayed as more and more memories circled his mind.

"No!! He can't have.... he would have told me!! He would have let me know!!" Spyro said and he grabbed his head, it was aching as the truth set in.

There was a deep gash on Spyro's leg, Cynder's tail blade had sliced him during the battle. They had managed to get back to the temple but it was still so painful. Cynder had apologised so many times and Spyro had said it was ok each and everyone. But he could barely walk anymore, Ignitus could see it and instantly he was there. Bandaging up the deep gashes, everytime Spyro whimpered Ignitus would shush him gently and Spyro would feel slightly better.

As soon as he was done Ignitus picked him up and carried him to his room. Spyro had protested all the way but still Ignitus placed him on his bed, Spyro stopped complaining and he just watched the massive dragon said to him.

"Stay strong little one... you are more tougher than your dad ever was"

Spyro chuckled slightly and said.

"My father is a dragonfly... i was tougher than him when i was 6"

Spyro laughed a little, but the look in Ignitus's eyes made him stop. The look was of hurt but then Ignitus left. Saying a quick goodbye before leaving the purple dragon in wonder...

Spyro panted slightly and said.

"He did tell me... in so many ways... I'M A FOOL!! I LOVED HIM LIKE A FATHER BECAUSE HE WAS!!! WHY COULD I NOT SEE THIS!!"

He yelled and he punched the bar, the wood splintered and Spyro roared again.

"WHY AM I ALWAYS SO FUCKING STUPID!!?!"

Spyro's face was weak, a sudden searing pain in his chest ripped through him and he grabbed it. Trying desperately to put out the fire which burnt in his heart.

Hunter grimaced as Spyro panted for air, he loved him like a brother. But despite this he knew what he had to say to him.

"Spyro... look at yourself. Look at what you have become, Ignitus, your father! Would be ashamed of you, you let your family name down! I hate telling you this, but this is my last attempt to help you! I'm not doing this for me! I'm doing this for you!"

Spyro just cringed as Hunters words stung him.

"The reason why you are in this mess is because you cared! You loved and you were a hero! Yet now you seemingly don't care, well that's straight bullshit and you know it! Everytime I look at you I can see your past! I can see the dragon you should be! Your father was a true dragon, and you spit at his name with the way you are! Ignitus wouldn't have turned into some murderous drunk! When you mother died he cried, he cried and wept over her for so long! But he pulled though and he waited for you! For 12 years he waited for you! He protected you and no look how you repay him."

Spyro backed off slowly he shook slowly as once again his mind was thrown into turmoil. He had found Ignitus so easily... all the time he had watched him, all the time he had been there for him. Spyro was back to being a youth again, the world around him was terrifying, but Ignitus had given him strength and hope.

But now Spyro didn't have Ignitus... and he was so scared he could barely breathe.

Hunter followed Spyro and Spyro kept backing off. Hunters voice was brash and blunt, Spyro was terrified of what he had to say now, he began to cower from the feline.

"Spyro! You need to wake up! You still carry on Ignitus's name! You are still his son! He loved you! the last thing he said to me was look after you, and to tell you that he loved you! And that's what I'm doing, Spyro please... don't do anything for me. Change for your father, change for yourself"

Hunter softened in his tone and he stood over the purple dragon. He watched the dragon shake violently, he just watched in pity as the purple dragon retreated into his head. The dark voice returned and it yelled at him.

"Don't listen to him! It's a lie! You can't have been! He's trying to trick you!"

But Spyro knew that Hunter spoke the truth, a moment of clarity struck the dragon. The voice... was just a voice, it had no pull over him. He realised what he had done over the years and he felt sick to his stomach, he looked at his claws. His mind was slowly waking up and Spyro shakily got to his feet, the burning in his heart returned.

Hunter watched him gulp as he began to speak.

"My dad... Cynder... they are gone..."

But Hunter cut him off.

"Yes! They are gone! But if you love them! If you truly care then you will stop! You will snap out of this! I have watched you slowly destroy everything around you! I am doing my duty to the people of this city and to your father! Spyro... these are the harshest words I ever have and ever will say. But you must cram you feelings of hate up your ass! I have tried being kind and caring but you just ignore me! So here is the straight and narrow! You are a letdown! To me, to your father and to yourself! I have repeated so many times it is meaningless!"

Spyro could feel the truth in what he said, he could feel the darkness in his heart and he wanted it gone. Hunter turned and walked away saying.

"Spyro, you are and always will be a friend to me! You are old enough to make your own decisions in life. I hope you make the right choice."

He left the bar and he left Spyro in complete silence.

Hunter was right... he had let them down, he had let everyone down. Spyro slumped against the wall. Nothing moved in his mind, time stood still.

He reflected over the past three years, he thought back to the cave, to moment his heart died on him.

"I am just a burden... I'm sorry..." he said quietly and he got to his feet, slowly he made his way out into the cold night air. He held out a paw and he could feel the snow landing softly on him. He could feel the wind around him, the soft crunch of the snow beneath his feet echoed in his ears as he walked to the city gates.

For the first time in a long time, he could feel the cold of the air, and the heart which had been so long crushed began to beat slowly.

The rebirth of these feelings, these emotions stirred something within him. He thought of his father, he thought Sparx and hunter, but most of all he thought of Cynder. He had let them all down, he had let her down.

He left the city walls and an endless sheet of white stood before him, a blank canvass.

"I'm am sorry... for everything I have done. Please forgive me" he whispered to the city. The only reply was the soft whistling of wind in his ear.

"I won't trouble you anymore, I won't trouble anyone anymore."

Spyro jumped up the air and began to soar away, he left all he knew, all the hate, all the upset below him and he flew away from the great city.

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Days passed, Spyro just flew straight. The world was below him and nothing but guilt plauged the dragons mind. Eventually he could simply fly no more, he crashed to the ground. In the middle of a forest, many miles away from his home. His body had been purged through sweat and blood. He was pure enough to move on.

Spyro slumped to the ground, the soft cushioning of snow acted as a comfort to him. His life began to flick before him, but his mind rested on the black dragoness which he loved so dearly. Her emerald eyes were as clear as day before him. He smiled slightly and a true spark of happiness flicked within him, everything around him was white and pure.

"I guess it's time..."

His body slowed down, his breathing slowed and his heart grew fainter and fainter. The tortured found solace in the peaceful surroundings. His eyes slowly slid shut.

"I'm sorry father... i let you down... And i'm sorry Cynder... i still love both you... i always will"

But then nothing escaped his mouth, he was completely still. The heart which had been tortured for so long had found peace at long last, An ever lasting peace. The birds song sang him to his rest as the burning in his heart was finally quenched.

I have done a little bit to add to the story, but still more could be done

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