Author's Note:

Hey Everyone! Welcome to the brand new, fully planned and polished story called The Legend of Spyro: Visions of Darkness. I have really high hopes for this story as it is actually planned rather than Amity which was kind of winged from day one. (Get it? Cause dragons have wings? Eh? Never mind). This story will have lots of twists and turns as the plot develops and there may be sides to characters which many of you may have not seen yet so stay tuned for that.

Now before Cheetah and I begin, I want to say a massive thank you first off to IllusionMaster who welcomed me into this community with open arms and has supported and reviewed every single one of my works since I have been part of this so… Thank you Illusion for being amazing!

Another person which deserves a thank you is SKda Gamer, who has helped me a lot with filling the holes with this story and helped me with how I should plan and how to set things out. He also raised the issues in Amity as well which I am grateful for and, when it comes to Cheetah and I doing the rewrite, we will be sure to take his advice into account. He's also put a lot of things into perspective for me and raised some issues which I would never have seen without him so I would like to say a massive thank you to you SKda for being awesome as well.

Lastly, I of course want to thank my girlfriend and co-writer Cheetah Lover for sticking with me through the car crash that was Amity. Also, I want to thank her for putting up with me for this long and taking the time to get to know me. Love you honey!

Right, enough of the formalities. Let's get going! Hope you guys enjoy this prologue and leave a review of what you thought and how I could improve.

Let the story begin!


Prologue - The Age of Dreams

A clear sunrise marked the dawn of a new age, a glistening prosperity for new lives and new beginnings. West winds, brisk and cold, drove across the sky and each breath of a creature is treasured as the first breath of dawn. Clouds formed unique pictures in the sky, creating an omen of trust and peace.

It was the beginning of an age, an age of dreams.


Upon a distant island, far from civilisations and prying eyes of unwanted attention, was the symbol of wisdom and great knowledge. A prosperous mind, among many in the dragon realms, who was watching carefully with old and wise eyes. In this age, he was known as the Chronicler, but to many, his name was Ignitus. Cool, calm and collected, he marvelled at the potential this new age obtained. He stood strong, with a peaceful smile as the great dragon gazed into one of the millions of books he had in his possession.

The Chronicler stood in a large oval room, surrounded by many shelves of books and tapestries, each containing precious information on past ages; good and bad. A shimmering hour glass was positioned proudly in the middle of the great chamber, making it seem far more surreal than the Chronicler knew it was. A pane-glass roof overlooked the temple, sending rays of burning orange and natural amber through its delicate hinges and bathing the temple in gold. A sealed oak door stood at the far end of the chamber, sealing it off from other areas of the temple and the outside world. Each marking and every detail on the walls signifies a passed age and holds echoes of the past.

Ignitus looked at the oak door, reminiscing moments where he had actual physical interaction with someone.

"Being the Chronicler does have its perks, but it does get rather lonely at times."

He smiled at his self-pity and resumed his original activity. Ignitus sat himself down with one paw over another, lightly tapping one of his claws on the pearl floor as he scanned over the pages of the book.

He gazed with wonder as one of the pages began to shimmer into shape, creating a picturesque vision of clover fields, swaying green grass and tall towering trees. Ignitus' eye wandered over to a small village positioned at the far end of the page, holding quite a large amount of scaffolding and a tribe of cheetahs.


Avalar.

The valley was lush and full of colour, stretching on and on as clovers and fresh green grass graced the earth's surface. Trees stood tall with trunks as solid and unbending as a tower, with leaves that clawed at the pale blue sky. A long shimmering stream rolled gently down the centre of the valley, creating a satisfying noise of rushing water. Everything was so full of colour, so full of freedom.

Towards the west, in an open area of grass and flowers, was a village of both courage and bravery. After Malefor's defeat over twenty years ago, the cheetahs had begun to rebuild their small but strong village. Even though they seemed small in number, their heart and trust in each other was their best weapon, which seemed to fend off any enemy that dared to attack.

Spring was present, and with it came a warm and welcoming sun which beamed down upon their home, sharing a precious gift of heat and light. Houses made up of beams of wood and small amounts of vine were positioned at most corners of the village, and a small gravel path was marked out to every house. Each occupant of the village was going about their daily routine, greeting each other as they went.

As for one particular cheetah though, the day began with a lonesome walk up to the riverside. He had a blood red cloak draped over his shoulders and chest, held together with a clip and covered by the yin and yang symbol. A bow was cast over his right shoulder, the string shining a bright silver, and the structure was a brown woodland colour. A quiver was strapped across his back as he made his way slowly to the water's edge, softly dropping his bow onto the ground before splashing water against his face, causing it to shimmer as the droplets slowly fell from his fur to the grass below him. He closed his eyes and became one with his surroundings, hearing each bird and each heartbeat of every animal before slowly opening his eyes again.

It had been a while since Hunter of Avalar was engaged in combat and he was relishing in the chance to have peace for once, but there was something in the back of his mind that he could not remove. A shadow that kept breathing on the hairs of his neck and following him wherever he went. Hunter felt like something was missing, a part of himself that had been lost since the war.

"You miss the fight, don't you?"

Hunter stayed still, almost unfazed by the voice that had interrupted his thoughts. He sighed and looked over towards a cluster of rocks that had formed at the side of the stream.

"It is normal for a warrior to miss the thrill of battle," replied Hunter, still facing the stream and daring not to look at who was behind him.

"Not this much, old friend."

Hunter felt a warm paw place itself upon his shoulder, he sighed yet again before finally facing a fellow cheetah who he knew all too well.

"My apologies Chief Prowlus," said Hunter, putting himself onto one knee and bowing his head. "I am being selfish, it is not my place."

Prowlus lightly placed his paw around Hunter's arm and raised him to his feet. "I know we have our differences Hunter, but I think I know when one of my friends are not their usual self."

"Indeed."

Prowlus released Hunter's arm from his paw and loosened his cloak a little before turning back towards Hunter.

"My old friend, there will be times where you do miss the thrill of a battle," said Prowlus, placing both paws on each of Hunter's arms and forming a fierce gaze directly into Hunter's eyes, "but as much as you must miss it, there are things which are more important right now."

Hunter nodded and chuckled quietly to himself, knowing exactly what Prowlus meant with his previous statement. Only mere months after the world was rebuilt, Hunter found something which he did not expect he would ever find in his long years of life.

Love.

For Hunter, it came in the form of Clover, a cheetah with deep blue eyes, orange and red fur and a smile that was loving and so full of kindness. Hunter was mesmerised by her instantly and spent days and nights by her side until he asked for her hand in marriage. She took it willingly and within weeks they were happily married. Clover was Hunter's most precious possession and everyday when he woke, seeing her face would always make the world seem a lot brighter. Each day would pass just like the last, with happiness and joy. Hunter was happy.

Hunter stepped backwards and adjusted the quiver strap on his chest a little before turning back towards the river which sparkled like diamonds as the sun beamed down upon it. He slowly knelt himself back down and placed his bow back in the same spot where he had placed it prior to Prowlus' arrival. He took a sharp inhale of breath before muttering a short prayer and lifting his head up slightly, the wind breezing across the tips of his fur. Hunter finished his prayer and stood back up to gaze once more at the rising sun over the mountains. A new day had begun and with it came a lot of potential. Hunter turned to Prowlus again and began to walk back towards the entrance of the village.

"You must be excited for the new addition to your family, old friend," said Prowlus with a twinkle in his eye.

"Indeed I am," replied Hunter with a smile. "But I must ask you this, what it is like when you first hold them in your arms? Becoming the father in that split second?"

Prowlus thought for a moment, stopping his tracks as the wind whipped wildly through the trees, making them rustle as the leaves screamed to keep their grasp on the branches.

"It's a feeling that I can barely describe," sighed Prowlus, reminiscing when he first held his daughter in his arms. "You feel like you can fly, Hunter, but with that comes a great deal of responsibility and you must be ready when it is time."

"I understand," nodded Hunter and proceeded to keep walking in the direction of the village.

The two warriors talked more about Hunter's future parenting life until another cheetah burst out of the front gate and began racing towards them at a colossal speed. She had forest green eyes surrounded by golden brown fur, shaking as she ran towards Prowlus and Hunter. Her black tear marks on her face stood prominent while her tail twitched constantly back and forth in worry.

"Shira, what is it?" demanded the cheetah chief, slightly concerned with his daughter running at such a pace.

"It's Clover," Shira said breathlessly. "She's going into labour!"

Hunter's eyes widened and his breathing was only resorted to one small intake of breath as his mind processed what was happening. His heart skipped a beat as he zoomed from his standing position and flew in through the gate of the village, leaving both Shira and Prowlus behind to think about the future.


Far away in a distant land, where echoes of past battles still remain, a great city housing thousands of inhabitants towered over the world below it and the sun beamed its rays upon the pearl white walls. Scorch marks were still present on the outer walls from the siege that had occurred many years ago.

Golden pillars of sandstone shot out from the ground and stood proud over the citizens, intricate designs were etched into its walls while a dusty blue band wrapped itself around each tower. Each tangled pillar ripped a hole through the sun's gaze, plastering a shadow on the courtyard below and capturing each rim of it onto the stone path beneath it. On one building stood two majestic statues of dragons upon bases of gold that were stationed at the edges of the building's roof. The front was coloured in the same dusty blue, almost mirroring the sky, and was encrusted with golden bars running across the sides.

The most eye-catching part of this colossal city was the grand dragon carved into the surface at the top of a fountain with its wings stretched out wide and paws sitting upon a golden bar. Amongst all of the decorations and visions that the city inhabited, nothing was more strong than the front gate itself. Two strong plates made of alloy and gold were etched into swirls and shapes of ancestral signs with a golden shaped dragon pressed into the metal just above the lock.

Towards the centre, through markets and stalls of confectionery, stood a large building taller than most and appeared to be the most maintained. A cobblestone bridge, with built up gold edgings, led the way towards a towering arch covered with words written in an ancient tongue. The dome shaped building had circular clear windows which perfectly reflected the sun's rays inside as well as a string of ancient hieroglyphs surrounding its circumference. The walls glimmered around the outside, making the building glow like fireflies in the sunlight. It was the Warfang Temple, fully rebuilt and restored to its glory.

Outside the temple, sitting next to a pearl fountain, was a young dragon with curled horns and blood red scales, complete with wing membranes which shone as the sun met them. He had a yellow underbelly and wings, glimmering as he stood next to the fountain with a confused look on his face.

"Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to the Warfang temple?" the young dragon asked as a passer by came along with a cart full of fruit and vegetables.

"Sure, it's right in front of you," said the stranger with a giggle before continuing on with his morning task.

The young dragon breathed a sigh of relief before heading in the direction that the stranger pointed out. He walked up the marble staircase and looked at the door that loomed over him. He raised his paw and knocked gently on the wood, hoping an answer would soon come.

Slowly, the doors creaked open and, in their place, stood a dragon with earth-coloured scales and eyes, which also came with a smile. His beige underbelly and horns glimmered as he stood in front of the fire dragon, who he dwarfed with his presence. His mace-like tailblade swayed back and forth calmly, completely contrasting the purpose of it. He stood tall and firm, almost mimicking the statue outside. His muscles were the size of tree trunks, like he was part of nature himself.

"Ah, Inferno, you made it," said the great earth dragon, his voice booming and echoing in the ears of the dragon beneath him. "I trust you had a safe journey?"

"Yes Master Terrador, very nice indeed," Inferno said with a smile, looking into the guardian's eyes with great pride.

"Excellent! Now, we mustn't waste time. We have work to do," said Terrador, beckoning Inferno inside before closing the doors behind him.

Inferno gasped at the sight which befell in front of him. There were silver pillars with golden dragons entwining around them as they met with the decorated ceiling. A blood red carpet was laid along the floor leading to the room ahead of both him and Terrador, separating their claws from the stone ground. Several paintings were strung up to Inferno's left and right, creating a sense of decor as he entered the Temple. One was a painting of the earth dragon who was standing beside him at this very moment, looking proud and strong with a patriotic pose set on his body.

One was an ice dragon with light blue scales, eyes, wing membranes and wings who looked rather sure of himself. His icy pike-like tailblade glinted in the picture as Inferno passed him.

"That is Cyril," said Terrador, interrupting Inferno's thoughts, "the guardian of ice and a bit of a… how do I put this? Lets just say that he talks about his ancestors a lot so try not to mention that topic in front of him. We might be here all afternoon."

In yet another picture was an electric dragon who had a wide and eccentric smile. He had bright yellow scales and amber eyes; Inferno could almost sense the power on him. White streaks graced the dragon's shoulders and lower back, faint but bright enough to see. He had a dark blue underbelly and wing membranes, the colour trailing down his back until it met with a pincer-like tailblade. This dragon looked very excited for some reason, Inferno couldn't quite put his claw on it.

"Now that is Volteer," said Terrador again. "He's the youngest of us elder guardians and the guardian of electricity no doubt. He too likes to talk a lot but can get a bit too over the top sometimes. The hard part is getting him to shut that mouth, Cyril and him bicker for hours."

Inferno chuckled at Terrador's words and continued on, reaching another painting of a dragon who he had only heard stories of.

"Ignitus," he said with strong eyes, glaring at the dragon who was lived on in the form of a painting.

"Yes… you've heard the stories?"

Inferno only nodded. He was too busy gazing at the dragon who he aspired to become. Ignitus stood proud, strong and firm. Almost like Terrador when Inferno first laid eyes on him. He had bright orange scales, littered with dark red flame-like spots, and his eyes were a contour of bright orange too. He had a sandstone coloured underbelly and horns, contrasting with the blood red wing membranes and fins which streaked down his back, until the colour reached his tailblade, igniting the flame that made an appearance.

"I miss him greatly," said Terrador, his voice lower and much quieter now.

"I'm sure you do."

Inferno walked further with Terrador by his side until he reached the final two paintings either side of him. One was of a dragon with bright purple scales and a golden underbelly which linked with the colour of his horns also. Spike-like fins trailed from the top of his head, down his back before reaching a spade-shaped tailblade which was held steadily behind him. The purple dragon also had burnt orange wings, surrounded by golden wing membranes. The most appealing feature though, were his eyes. They were much like his body, but were a deeper purple and full of trust and care. He looked happy, strong and determined.

"That is the dragon who you will meet in a few short moments," beamed Terrador, looking at the dragon with pride. "This is-"

"Spyro," finished Inferno, already knowing the story of the legendary purple dragon who saved the world and began the new age.

"Indeed. If you know Spyro, then you must know who this is."

Terrador pointed out the final painting which hung on the wall. It consisted of a young dragoness, similar age to Spyro, but with shimmering emerald eyes and an ambitious aura about her. The dragoness had black scales and magenta wing membranes, matching her underbelly and wings. She had several pearl-white horns spread around her face, some markings on her forehead and under her eyes, showing shadows of the past and a series of braces bound to her forepaws, tail and a choker around her neck. Her most menacing feature, was the scythe tailblade which seemed to beckon the idea of death and would most certainly bring it to anyone who stood against this dragoness.

Inferno recognised her instantly. "Heh, this one's easy," he said with a chuckle. "Cynder."

"Indeed it is, Inferno," said Terrador with a smile.

"Aren't Spyro and Cynder mates now? Didn't they… get together in the end?"

"Ask them yourself," replied Terrador, walking over to an oak door surrounded by gold and two orbs, strangely resembling keyholes.

Terrador placed a paw on one of the holes and it began to glow green, slowly creating a clunking sound from the other side. Within seconds, the oak doors creaked open and revealed a large inner chamber teaming with light. The ceiling was covered in a large selection of lanterns, lighting the room below and filling the room with a sense of decoration. There were banners of elements hung around the outer rim of the chamber, one for earth, fire, electricity and ice.

But Inferno's eye was not fixed on the chamber itself, it was fixed on a creature who he thought he would never see in person. A purple dragon who was standing directly in the centre of the chamber, on the sandstone platform in a combat-ready position. He seemed far older than his portrait, but no less impressive. As soon as Inferno blinked, a series of projectiles consisting of ice and earth were fired at the dragon from a dispenser built into the wall in front of him, only to be completely stopped in their tracks by a scorching ray of fire emitting from the maw of the purple creature.

Inferno looked up towards Terrador who was staring at the purple dragon with pride. A series of cries snapped Inferno's attention back towards the centre of the chamber as a dozen young dragons started running towards it.

"Wow Master Spyro! That was amazing!" exclaimed one.

"You're so cool, I wanna be just like you when I grow big and strong!" announced another.

"Okay, okay. Everyone settle down," said the purple dragon, raising his paws with a chuckle. "Now then, who noticed what I did first?"

A large portion of the dragons raised their paws, each trying to raise theirs a little higher than the others'.

"Yes, Fang?"

"You got into a battle stance, sir," answered a brightly coloured dragon.

"Well spotted yes, that's the most important thing when you're encountering any enemy, you make sure you're ready for them. Understood?"

"Yes Master Spyro," the class said in unison as Terrador and Inferno wandered over.

Spyro looked up and noticed Terrador wandering over to him with a broad smile on his maw. The purple dragon returned the smile and turned back to his class.

"Now then, I want each and every one of you to practice the battle stance. I want some good results when I finish speaking to Master Terrador, okay? Off you go then!" Spyro instructed as he began to walk towards Terrador and a slightly nervous Inferno.

Spyro walked up to Terrador before giving him a hug, chuckles coming from both dragons in each others arms.

"Good to see you again, Terrador," said Spyro in a calm voice, much less stern than it was when dealing with the younglings.

"Likewise, Spyro," said Terrador with a smile.

"Who's this?" asked Spyro, looking at Inferno who's heart was pounding out of his chest.

"This is Inferno, he's going to be helping out with teaching the younglings for a bit."

"Great! Cynder and I need all the help we can get, good to meet you Inferno," said Spyro as he reached out his paw for Inferno to shake.

"A pleasure to meet the saviour of our world, Master Spyro," Inferno said with great respect as he took the paw willingly.

"Enough of the Master and saviour business, I get that enough from my class as it is," chuckled Spyro, shaking his head slightly and causing Terrador himself to chuckle. "And from Cynder."

"That you do," said a voice behind Spyro, making him jump out of his scales.

"Good morning, Cynder," said Terrador cheerily.

"Morning Terrador," Cynder said with a smile, her emerald eyes shining from the light of the room. "How's things?"

"Quite dull I'm afraid, how's the work been going?"

"I love it but… I won't lie, we could use some extra help," Cynder said, rubbing a paw across the back of her neck.

"It's funny you should say that," said Spyro. "This is Inferno; he's here to help us out."

"Oh, hello Inferno," said Cynder, stretching out a paw for Inferno to shake.

"Hello Mistress Cynder," said Inferno, politely shaking Cynder's paw and bowing his head in respects.

"Just Cynder please, I'm no more important than any other dragon."

"You are to me," said Spyro, placing a wing around her and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"I knew it!" exclaimed Inferno, a little too loudly. "Sorry."

"So word does go around huh? Guess the world knows how I swept you off your paws purple boy," teased Cynder, patting Spyro chest gently.

"You know what? I'm not gonna even try to have this argument again," chuckled Spyro as he nuzzled Cynder's neck lovingly.

"Well, that seems to have answered your question, Inferno," laughed Terrador. "Cynder, I would like you to show Inferno around and where he'll be working."

"Sure, if this purple bonehead will let go of me," joked Cynder, causing a playful gasp from Spyro.

"Well that's rude."

Cynder pulled herself away from Spyro's embrace and ushered Inferno to follow her. Terrador and Spyro were left alone with only Spyro's class to keep them company.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to it," said Spyro. "It was good to see you Terrador."

"Always a pleasure Spyro," replied Terrador before turning and leaving the training chamber.

Spyro turned back towards his class and noticed that they were all gathered around one spot and bunched together.

"What's going on here then?" questioned Spyro, pushing a couple of the younglings aside gently.

As he reached the source of all the commotion, Spyro gasped at the sight which plagued his eyes.

"Oh my ancestors…"

An ice shard was dug deep inside of one of the younglings, who was squirming and screaming on the stone floor. Blood was oozing out of the wound and slowly trickling down the sides of the wounded young dragon. Spyro knew he had to act fast.

"Right, everyone step aside," ordered Spyro, picking up the youngling in his jaws gently by the scruff. "Nobody touch anything until I get back from the infirmary. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master Spyro."

Spyro leapt into the air and flew towards one of the exits of the training room. He let out a stream of fire onto one of the orbs and the doors flung open. Spyro found himself outside and zooming through the marketplace which was bustling with dragons and moles going about their early morning shop.

"Excuse me! Purple dragon coming through!"

One poor mole didn't heed Spyro's warnings and was sent tumbling into a pile of baskets.

"Sorry Digger!"

Spyro preceded onwards until he reached a large building with a red cross painted over the top. Its glass windows reflected the light of the sun in them as Spyro flew closer to it. The entrance to the building was held up by two pearl pillars which gleamed in the sunlight. Spyro touched down in front of the entrance and made his way inside. He walked up to the administration desk with the youngling hanging in his jaws.

"This youngling needs immediate attention," said a panting Spyro with his voice slightly muffled by the youngling in his maw. "Where's Sapphire?"

"Right here, Spyro," said a low, gruff voice to Spyro's left.

Spyro turned to the direction that the voice originated from and stared at a light blue scaled dragon, with curled horns and jagged-edged tailblade.

"Sapphire, this youngling has an ice shard embedded in his side." Spyro said in a state of panic.

"Right, come with me," ordered Sapphire, rushing down one of the many corridors.

Sapphire bashed open one of the doors which led to a small oval room with a table in the centre and the smell of disinfectant filled Spyro's nostrils as he entered. To the left were cabinets filled with medical instruments and a series of flasks containing remedies to help with wounds and cuts.

"Place him on the table, quickly!"

Spyro did as he was told and placed the youngling gently onto the operating table where Sapphire could examine him.

"Is he going to be okay?" Spyro asked with hopeful eyes.

The youngling squirmed with pain as Sapphire examined him, checking that the young dragon sustained no other injuries.

"You're very lucky that the wound wasn't too deep, could've been nasty. Still he's lost a bit of blood but nothing that a few gems couldn't solve," explained Sapphire, making her way over to one of the cabinets and taking a basket of red gems out. "What's your name little one?"

"F-F-Fang," whimpered the amber scaled whelpling.

"Well Fang, I need you to be a big brave boy okay? This is going to hurt," said Sapphire in a gentle and reassuring voice.

Fang nodded slowly and braced himself as Sapphire placed a paw around the ice shard that was stuck in the young dragon's side.

"Spyro, could you come over here and hold him down for a few seconds?" Sapphire asked the purple dragon who was looking quite worried in the corner of the room.

"Y-Yeah sure."

Spyro raced over to the table and placed both paws onto Fang's lower back, and gave him a reassuring smile.

"It's okay Fang, you're in safe paws," reassured Spyro.

Spyro gave Sapphire a slow nod and she slowly began to pull the ice shard free from the screaming whelpling below them. Spyro held firm paws onto Fang as Sapphire pulled the last of the shard free and placed a large cloth onto the wound.

"Well done Fang," said Sapphire, grabbing a claw full of gems and smashing them with her paw. "You should feel a bit better in a few seconds."

The small gem shards began to dissolve into the wound, sealing the cut and stopping blood from pumping out. Both Spyro and Fang breathed a sigh of relief as Sapphire placed the basket back into the cabinet and turned towards Spyro.

"He'll be okay, I'll notify his parents. What happened exactly?" the blue scaled dragon asked the youngling.

"I-I was trying to g-g-get the battle stance right and I m-might've accidentally brushed my tail up against the d-d-dispenser," blubbered the youngling, tears streaming down his face.

"I was talking to Terrador and Cynder. Next thing I know, the whole class is around him and he's got a shard in his side." confessed Spyro, slightly annoyed at himself for taking his eye off the class.

"Well that's a lesson learned for yourself Spyro, never take your eye off of a child," said Sapphire with a sly wink. "I'll let his parents know what happened, Fang can stay here to rest until they come to pick him up. Now then, you have a class to teach."

"Yeah, thanks for taking care of him," said Spyro, turning towards the door.

"My pleasure."

Spyro left the Infirmary and flew back to the Warfang Temple, mumbling to himself as he went. It was already getting towards the end of the day and he began to go quicker. He cursed himself for leaving the children unattended, and one nearly got killed because of his lack of focus. The purple dragon made his way back into the training room, to find Cynder sitting in the centre with the children sat in a circle around her.

"...Spyro leapt up into the air and let all of his power loose, saving our world as you know it today."

A sudden uproar of amazed voices sprang into life and destroyed the silence which Spyro had arrived to. It was their favourite story to hear, but it was more fun for Cynder to tell.

"I love that story!" said a youngling who was jumping up and down.

"That was amazing!" exclaimed another.

"Can you tell us the story of how you fell in love with him? I love that one!" questioned a small brown coloured dragon.

"You know what Cynder? I got this one," said Spyro, walking towards Cynder and the circle of younglings.

Spyro sat on his haunches and rested his head against Cynder's shoulder as the younglings stared at him with anticipation. Spyro was about to begin his story when a gong sounded from outside the temple, signalling the end of the day and the time for dragons to return home.

"Guess that story will have to wait until next week," said Spyro, slightly disappointed that he couldn't share his story. "That's it for today class, dismissed."

"Thank you Master Spyro," the crowd of younglings chorused as they left the building, leaving Spyro and Cynder alone in the centre chamber.

"Now where did you run off to may I ask?" asked Cynder, raising an eyebrow towards Spyro.

"To the infirmary, Fang got one of the shards from the dispenser stuck in his side," explained Spyro, causing a shocked expression to arrive on Cynder's face.

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he's fine. Sapphire made sure of that," reassured Spyro, nuzzling Cynder's cheek.

Spyro turned his head away from Cynder and stared at the wall in deep thought. Cynder stared up at him, perplexed and concerned; whenever Spyro did this it always meant that he was either worried or hungry.

"What's wrong sweetie?" asked Cynder, nudging Spyro with her paw.

"Oh nothing, don't worry about it," said Spyro, shifting his weight uncomfortably and making it all the more obvious that something was wrong.

"Spyro, I've known you far too long to know when you're lying," replied Cynder. "Now tell me what's wrong or I will make you."

Spyro gulped and then let out a defeated sigh, "I feel like I'm letting everyone down. I'm still new to this guardian thing, I keep losing focus and holy ancestors Cynder, I nearly got a child killed today!"

"What happened to Fang wasn't your fault," Cynder reassured him. "These things happen Spyro, you've just got to learn from them."

"I just don't think it's that simple Cynder," said Spyro, making his way out of the training room and towards the front entrance of the temple. "Everyone looks up to me to protect them, how can I do that if I can't even protect a youngling?"

"Because you're the purple dragon Spyro, and you're not just any purple dragon. You're my purple dragon, my Spyro, and my Spyro never gives up," said Cynder, causing Spyro to smile as she nuzzled him, the sunlight blazing through the entrance of the temple and smothering them both in the sunset's rays.

"I love you Cynder."

"I love you too, you big purple dork."

Cynder raised her head and rested it just below Spyro's as the purple dragon placed his wing around Cynder to pull her closer. Both dragons held each other in a warm embrace as they watched the sunset signal the ending to a new day, and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.


Wahey! The prologue is done! Oh man… that took way too long to write but it's finally done. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Most of you may be confused as to why this has come out before the end of Amity. The reason is because Amity was gonna take too long and also I really wanted to get this out as it's a story which is planned and ready to go. Hope you guys enjoyed it anyway though cause it did take a while. I want to thank SKda for beta-reading for me, keep being amazing my guy and I want to thank my co-writer and girlfriend Cheetah Lover for helping me out.

CheetahLover: Always a pleasure to help out sweetie!

Mystic: Aww, you called me sweetie. I'm touched.

CheetahLover: Shut your face.

Mystic: *backs away*

CheetahLover: Hehe, love you really.

Mystic: Love you too.

Hope you guys have an amazing morning, afternoon or evening…

And this is Mystic and Cheetah signing off... ^_^