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Spyro and The Maniacal Machinations of Malefor The Mad Chapter 7: Finally Something Happens As Spyro took the biggest ramp in Tree Tops at full Super-Charge for the 7th time, he wished the other dragons weren't so encouraging. Or, you know, were less present at all. For all that his wings shone almost golden in the morning sun above the trees and spread gloriously- Speaking of a power and a purpose that the stubby little ones he had as a tyke could only dream of growing up to have- Yearning to pump the air with every passing second- The rest of him wasn't anything as graceful. Helpfully, the dragons had set up several large nets in his general flight practice area to catch him, but unfortunately it didn't do much good against trees to the face. As he squirmed, twitched and flailed in the air, older dragons who only remembered how to fly and not how to learn it shouted suggestions from their vantage points. "Legs in, old boy! Let the wings do the work!" Said one. "The secret's