Zarss sat in his chambers, sifting through his thoughts. His lie about                                            not recalling the night before had worked perfectly. He was so                                                        pleased with his ingenious lie that he could feel himself purring. As he roamed his mind looking for the answers, his eyes trailed over the city whose inhabitants were unaware of the impending danger, the ancient fight. 

   “Ignorance must be bliss. To go about your lives not knowing that it’s all about to crumble. Not knowing that your life is about to become even more insignificant than it is now. Ooohhh, that must be bliss,” Zarss remarked out loud as he found what he was looking for. ‘Three days? That’s workable…’

   Spyro sped through the streets of Warfang in the hopes that he could get back to the Tower before everyone else. There was only one thing on his mind right then and there. The all important question that he just had to know. His mind flipped through many possibilities, and there was only one outcome that he was willing to accept. Too bad he would never get the chance. Spyro was moving so fast that he wasn’t able to stop when Shurruke turned the corner. Spyro slammed into the other young dragon, sending them both sprawling back into the street. 

   “Hey, watch it, ya silly! Just what do you think you’re-,” Shurruke stopped as he picked himself up and saw who had just ran into him.

   “Oh, oh ho ho. Well, well, well, you again. This time your ass is mine!” Shurruke lunged at Spyro, using his greater size to his advantage. Spyro thought was in no mood, and quickly lashed out at him with a jolt of electricity. When that knocked him back, he used his fire to hide him taking to the skies, and spend up his escape with wind.

   ‘Hmmff, I should have done this from the beginning.’ As he soared through the skies, he began to think about what he doing. Supposedly Zarss couldn’t remember anything from the night before, although, Spyro highly doubted that that was the truth.  He could tell that something else was on Zarss’s mind, but he didn’t know what. But what was irking the rational part of his mind was that he didn’t really know why he was angry about all this. It was slightly frustrating that he possibly could be number two in the city, but that wasn’t what was on his mind, and it wasn’t the reason that he was angry.

   Cynder laid down on her bed for the first time in roughly 34 hours. The only problem was that she didn’t want to sleep. There was a certain dragon that was on her mind that she wanted to be with. There was a problem with that too.  She didn’t know where he was, or where he had gone.

   Spyro flew through the still broken window, landing in the center of the massive room. As he ran toward Zarss’s chambers, a knot grew in his chest as a feeling of dread and fear closed around him. And as he opened the door, he could see why. Zarss was gone.