Random thought that came to me in bed.

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P.S. this is set after Dawn of the Dragon.

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Spyro was sitting next to perhaps his best buddy other than the love of his life, Cynder, and his brother, Sparx. In the Valley of Avalar, a small purple dragon sat next to his much larger friend; a cheetah named Hunter. Underneath large tree, they watched the sunset. The grass was still it's usual bright-green color, and the sky was turning into glorious shades of purples, yellows, oranges and reds. If it weren't for Hunter, he may have been dead by now. Hunter was one of the things that kept him going…even though Cynder was the real one who technically 'forced' him to save the world. Their lives were just too darn important for him.

The two were still sitting in silence, not saying a single word. Cynder and Sparx were with the other cheetahs of the village, dancing and doing whatever it is that they felt like. Hunter and Spyro just felt like being next to each other, doing nothing else but just stare at the sunset. All was just silent until Hunter began to speak.

"You know, you're lucky that you even get to see this sunset on this planet right now."

"I know." Spyro said quickly. Hunter just looked over at his friend and smiled warmly.

"Don't worry now, my friend. It's all over. No more worrying. You will have a wonderful life with Cynder and you two will have many children. Or at least you better because I want to help out with baby dragons." Spyro laughed slightly at Hunter's encouragement. "You will both be happy and get to live to be very, very old."

"Thanks Hunter." Spyro closed his eyes and smiled. "I want a little blue baby girl named Cinderella." Hunter laughed.

"You might as well."

"You seem to have much more of an interest in dragons than what you do with your own village."

"I love dragons, Spyro. I am very found of your kind. Except for Malefor, but he was dragged down into Hell by other dragon spirits. Those spirits went back up to Heaven, but Malefor will forever be in torture for the terrible things that he has done. He will not come back." Spyro closed his eyes again as he listened to Hunter speak.

"I know that Cynder and I feel the same for each other, but I'm always just afraid to say so. I don't know why." His cheetah friend just smiled.

"Tis alright, my friend." He said in his usual accent. "It's just the feeling of being unsure. You don't have to say it in order for her to believe, you know. Just keep her happy, and then she'll know for sure. I know of that." He winked at his draconic friend and placed a hand below his wing bone.

Spyro thought that he heard something rustling in the other trees nearby. He looked over there, but saw nothing. It must have just been a squirrel or some other small animal. He sighed and looked back out at the sunset. But then he heard it again…and along with it, a low growl. Spyro stood up and looked behind them, but still, he did not see any enemy of any kind.

"What's the matter?" Hunter said, looking slightly concerned for his friend.

"There's something in the trees over there…." He said lowly. Hunter stood up and grabbed his bow-and-arrow, readying it for anything that might mean harm. It wasn't himself that he was concerned about, it was Spyro. When nothing was heard for a while, they just smiled at each other and calmed down. Must have been hearing things?

No, they weren't just hearing things.

A gust of wind blew over them, and Hunter lifted his head in the air, sniffing it. His eyes widened as the unfamiliar scent said something that he feared.

"Spyro, you must fly away. NOW!" Spyro turned to his friend and saw that he had his arrow ready to shoot at something. The purple dragon turned around again and saw that right there, only ten feet away from them, was a giant, angry, mother grizzly bear.

Spyro just remained still as the sow started growling viciously. Hunter seemed petrified for once, and ceased his fire. They just stared at each other.

"Let go of the arrow." Spyro said sternly. He was basically just saying to Hunter to kill the bear, but Hunter just stayed still. He didn't move a single muscle. He just stood there…not even breathing. "Hunter…let go of the arrow." Spyro said again, taking a step back. Hunter's grip on the arrow loosened, and he lowered it. Suddenly, the tall cheetah started panting. "Hunter?" Spyro asked, looking in concern for his friend.

His friend's eyes started fluttering and he wasn't looking too good….

Then he collapsed on the ground.

"HUNTER!" Spyro called out, only to see the bear beginning to charge at them. He took in a breath and blew out fire all over the bear, closing his eyes and listening to the screaming roars. When they stopped, he looked at Hunter. He wasn't moving…and he wasn't breathing.

Spyro flew back to the village as fast as he could. Once he reached them, he screamed at the top of his lungs (now that is loud.) It sounded like he was being murdered, but he was really just trying to get their attention. He landed down on the ground roughly, everyone gathering around him in worry.

"Spyro? What's the matter?" Cynder said.

"Chief Prowlus!" Spyro called out. Prowlus came out from the group and in front of Spyro. "Does Hunter have any sort of medical issues or any history of an illness or disease?"

"He…" The chief's expression loosened. "…he had a heart failure when he was a cub. He had undergone drastic surgery, and within time it managed to heal. He had taken on archery to help recover, and then he became the strongest among us. But then one day he just collapsed on the ground, and we didn't know why. He's had a history of asthma, and his mother had cerebral palsy. His father had diabetes, and his grandmother had cancer."

"Holy cow, that guy's dead." Sparx said, only to get scornful glares from everyone.

"We tried to figure out why he collapsed, but then the day later, when he started to awake, he started having multiple seizures and couldn't speak. It took him a year to recover, but even after that, he continued blacking out, hallucinating, and collapsing for no apparent reason." There was a silence for a while. "What happened to him?"

"He just fainted on the ground and he wasn't breathing."

Just with those words, everyone from the village rushed out to where they once were.

When they arrived to where Hunter was, they saw him laying down helplessly on his side, blood draining out of his mouth, but no wounds on him. Spyro started crying as he watched his very close friend being carried away, limp in the other's arms.

"We need to get him back!" His carrier called back.

That was actually fun but depressing at the same time to write. I hope that it didn't tear anybody up…or bring back terrible memories.

Your not alone. I have those bad memories, too.

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