Ankyra Sound born to serve

“Ο όρμος. Η γιαγιά μου, κετο, που μου έστειλε,” he replied, answering each of her questions with confidence in his tone. He had been told that they would be suspicious, just as his mothers and sisters had been of outsiders back home. It was the norm to Sypridon, who knew nothing but the way of the sisters. His duty was to serve them in whatever capacity he was asked to. If they told him to jump, he would ask how high.

Patiently, he waited. Spyro knew that they would grant him entrance once they understood why he had been sent here. He would serve them as he had been bred and born to do, just like his brothers had done. He thought of all the women as his sisters and mothers, and he loved each and every one of them. If the sea and moon were goddesses, the sisters and mothers were some other deity that he was meant to worship. And worship he did.