Here's one of the last few chapters for my songfic compilation.

Spyro growled to the sky, and Cynder watched from beside him in worry.

"What's wrong?" She asked, and he turned to her, anger in his eyes.

"Can't you see it?" He asked angrily. "All these times, the Guardians were using us! They don't like us, they just wanted us to save them!" He commented, glaring to the nighttime sky.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night,

Shining with the light from the sun.

The sun doesn't give life to the moon assuming,

The moon's gonna owe it one.

Cynder was shocked by Spyro's outburst. "Surely that's not what you think." She told him, her emerald eyes holding worry and confusion. He continued to look away.

"I don't think it Cynder." He replied. "I know." He told her, sighing.

It makes me think of how you act to me,

you do favors and then rapidly,

turn around and start asking me bout' things you want back from me.

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger,

sick of you acting like I owe you this.

Find another place to feed your greed.

While I find a place to rest.

She stared at him in shock, before turning to him. "Spyro, they've done nothing but help us, they wouldn't turn on us; use us, like that." She told him calmly. He looked to her, sorrow in his amethyst eyes.

"See, they've lied to you, made you think that they were the good guys." He replied.

I want to be in another place,

I hate when you say you don't understand.

(You'll see it's not meant to be.)

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy.

A place for my head.

She sighed. "So, if they're the bad guys, what do we do?" She asked, waiting for a response.

Spyro shrugged.

Maybe someday I'll be just like you and step on people like you do,

and run away the people I thought I knew,

I remember back then who you were

you used to be calm, used to be strong,

used to be generous but you should've known, that you'd wear out your welcome,

now you see how quiet it all is,

All alone/ I'm so

Sick of the tension/Sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

Find another place/to feed your greed. . .

While I find a place to rest.

Spyro looked to her, confident. "Let's runaway from here." He told her. She shrugged.

"Fine. I'll go where ever you go."

Sick of the tension/sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

Find another place/to feed your greed. . .

While I find a place to rest.

I want to be in another place,

I hate when you say you don't understand.

(You'll see it's not meant to be.)

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy.

A place for my head.

Spyro flew into the air, and soon started forward as Cynder followed, sighing.

Cynder sighed to herself 'This isn't the best idea. . .' She thought.

You try to take the best of me,

go away.

You try to take the best of me,

go away!

You try to take the best of me!

GO AWAY!

Spyro and Cynder flew off into the night, not bothering to look back as they continued their northward trek.

I want to be in another place

I hate when you say you don't understand.

(You'll see it's not meant to be.)

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy.

A place for my head.

Hope you liked this songfic! Next will be to 'The Enemy' by Godsmack!