In nearly every Spyro the Dragon fanfic, it always has either Malefor return, or some new stronger evil come out and completely destroy everything Spyro and Cynder worked so hard to create and two went through an entire trilogy of games that were complete living Hell for them. They Earned Their Happy Ending, and they deserve it! Which is why I'm not satisfied with when fanfics fast forward to when they're adults with hatchlings. They're only teenagers at the end of Dawn of the Dragon. They deserve a childhood, and friends other than Hunter. And sometimes a villain ruins they're lives when they're adults too!
I wanted to create a Slice-of-life story-line for Spyro and Cynder. This is possible for fantasy settings. Lyreice did a good job in this. I really liked 'Girl's Night', especially because it didn't have Ember tormenting Cynder for once, but really because it was Slice-of-life. I want to make a show where Spyro and Cynder and Sparx have fun adventures in Warfang and other places while making friends and rivals among Bandit, Flame, Ember, Zap, and other characters from Spyro the Dragon and Skylanders. Sure, I planned on including light hearted villains like The Sorcerer, but only something to keep our heroes from getting bored. I want Spyro and Cynder to have fun and explore their world, while making friends, while having adventures, while kicking butt, while exploring their feelings of love for each other.
So, without further ado, here's the pilot episode for The Legend of Spyro and Friends.
Also, "Heart of the Dragon" is owned by Dragonforce.
The Legend of Spyro and Friends
Season 1- Episode 1
The Value of Friendship
There once was an evil purple dragon who sought to destroy the world and recreate it in his own image. This dragon was called the Dark Master, and his name was Malefor. He brought forth the Destroyer, a mammoth golem that had the power to break the entire planet to pieces.
However, his plans were foiled by a younger purple dragon named Spyro. Unlike Malefor, this purple dragon fought for hope for a bright future for this world. Malefor corrupted the black dragoness Cynder to destroy Spyro, but Spyro freed her from his corruption and showed his compassion and mercy by giving her a chance to make up for all the evil the Dark Master made her do.
So, the two young dragons fought Malefor in the center of the planet. They weakened Malefor to his breaking point, allowing the Ancestors to arise and seal Malefor within the planet's core. And with Malefor gone, Spyro reached within him and brought out the true power of the purple dragon, and used it to pull the shattering planet apart, undoing the work of the Destroyer.
As the sun shone down over Avalar, the dragon survivors who hid underground came out for hiding and praised the heavens that the apocalyptic scenario was stopped. The three remaining Guardians, the Guardian of Fire having sacrificed himself to take the young dragons to their battle against Malefor, then led the survivors of the wars against Malefor's army of apes, grublins, and wyverns to Warfang, the dragon city.
The crowd cheered in amazement as they got to glimpse the young heroes. The hardly recognized Cynder now that she was free from Malefor's corruption, and they saw her as the brave dragoness who aided the purple dragon in his fight against the great evil.
And during the festivities that followed, the purple dragon, Spyro, felt the resolve to make sure the future of his world would remain bright.
Well then. . .
Perhaps I can help with that. . .
. . .One month after the defeat of Malefor. . .
As he sat on the balcony of the Temple, Cyril watched the last of the young dragons exit the Temple and fly in the direction of Warfang.
"Another day, and another class of ice dragons learning from a dragon of noble blood," Cyril declared.
"Must you constantly and consecutively vocalize that particular phrase after every day's conclusion?" Volteer sighed while standing next to him.
Suddenly, Terrador ran over to them and exclaimed, "Volteer, Cyril, the Chronicler spoke to me in the Pool of Visions!"
"What? To you? He should've spoken to someone who has noble blood, like me!" Cyril argued.
"Ignoring this pompously arrogant dragon, would you mind relating the message transmitted to you through the Pool of Visions?" Volteer rattled off.
"He said he was going to make a visit," Terrador explained, "To Warfang. Tomorrow night!"
Spyro jumped off a rocky ledge with wings unfurled.
Proud and so glorious
Standing before of us
Our swords will shine bright in the sky
Spyro then pulled down into a dive.
When united we come
To the land of the sun
With the heart of a dragon we ride
Spyro pulled out of his dive above the tree line and soared over a forest.
He flew over a clearing and passed over Hunter the Cheetah and Bandit the Armadillo, who ran beneath him for a while smiling. Bandit tried rolling into a ball to try to keep up with them. Eventually Spyro pulled up and flew higher.
We are flying on wings in winter sky
With fire burning deep inside
Volteer, Cyril, and Terrador are scene standing proudly in front of the Dragon Temple.
We are warriors of endless time
Forever and on
Above them hovered the blue, spectral image of Ignitus the Chronicler.
On wings of steel an ancient flight
We see the powers that unite
There's a flash of lighting, and the Sorcerer, the Sorceress, and Gnasty Gnorc are seen standing in front of a purple fire.
The gods will now send us a sign
Of battle once more
They hold their staffs high and clash them together in unity.
Through the valley we ride
Full of glory we soar
Spyro is smiling as he fights training dummies in the Temple training room.
Where the fights will be raging
For now and for more
Cynder suddenly joins in as they fight back to back and pose. Sparx suddenly pops up and and smiles while pointing at himself.
When united we come
And divided they fall
Spyro is diving through the air, and on either side of him come Cynder, Ember, Flame, and Drobot.
Tonight you will witness it all
Spyro shoots an ice ball while Cynder shoots a wind blast. The rest fire their respective elements.
Proud and so glorious
Standing before of us
Our swords will shine bright in the sky
Cynder and Ember fly around together and form a fire tornado.
When united we come
To the land of the sun
With the heart of a dragon
Flame and Spyro create a super fire ball.
The heart of a dragon
The heart of a dragon
We ride!
Spyro lands on a mountain ledge. The view zooms out as he looks on either side of him to see all his friends of various species standing in line next to him. He then hovers in the air and gives off a blast of purple light.
The Legend of Spyro and Friends
The Value of Friendship
Warfang had been extremely busy. After getting the message that the Chronicler himself was coming, moles and dragons alike went to work making sure the entire town would be ready for such a momentous visit. Banners, streamers, and decorations were hung. Food and drinks were laid out. It was certainly a highly anticipated event.
Sunset would soon arrive, and with it would come the Chronicler.
One mole, who was adept at brewing wines, had none other than Cynder helping him pull a wagon full of barrels of wine to the center of the city. Cynder had always been unsure of what everyone would think of her after everything she did as the Terror of the Skies. Spyro suggested that she simply show others how kind she really was and show that she wanted to make the future brighter, just like him. Cynder took his advice literally, and would always go out of her way to give help to anyone who needed it.
The mole talked on and on as he led Cynder and the load of wine up a ramp, ". . .just imagine, the Chronicler tastes my wine. And he says 'Ooh, this is good wine!' And I says, 'Really, oh great and wise Chronicler?' And he says, 'Why sure it is! In fact, I will write down in my book of Records that you make the best wine in all the Dragon Realms! So future generations will know that the best wine maker that ever was is-!"
Suddenly, the back of the wagon opened up, and a few barrels of wine fell out.
"NO!" the mole squealed.
However, a bunch of stalagmites burst out of the ground at just the right time so they caught the barrels without breaking them.
Cynder smiled, "Only one dragon has that much skill. . ."
The mole squealed again, this time in delight as he turned to see Spyro the Dragon himself land right in front them.
"Whew! That was a close one!" Spyro said.
"Ooh, thank you, thank you! And hey, did you really like my wine that much?" the mole said ecstatically.
Spyro couldn't help but remember the strange dizziness and headaches he and Cynder got after tasting 20 or so varieties of the mole's drink, but he pushed that memory aside and replied, "Of course I did. no denying it's the best!" That wasn't a lie. It was good.
As the mole laughed while feeling pleased with himself, Spyro looked towards Cynder and said, "It's looking like the preparations are almost done. How about we just fly these barrels over so we can meet up with the others?"
Cynder gave a sly grin, "Are you sure? I don't want to make you look silly when I move more barrels twice as fast as you."
Spyro smiled and playfully bopped her on the head with his wing-tip. "You're on!"
"Told ya I'd win!" Cynder said cheekily as she and Spyro walked down the street.
Spyro laughed and nodded, "Yeah, but I was going easy on you."
"Yeah, sure. Well, thanks for getting me away from that mole. Seriously, he may not be as bad as Volteer, but he sure has Sparx beat!"
Suddenly, the yellow dragonfly himself popped up in between them. "Did someone mention me?" he chimed in.
"Speak of the devil," Cynder muttered.
Sparx would have used that devil comment against Cynder, but after she 'brought his brother home safely,' Sparx decided to trust the black dragoness from now on and treat her with all the kindness Spyro showed her. . most of the time.
"Mom and dad are back at the house," Sparx said, "They said I could go and join you guys until the Chronicler arrives."
"I wonder why he's coming to Warfang?" Spyro asked.
"Maybe to thank us for defeating you know who?" Cynder suggested.
Sparx folded his arms, "Huh! Yeah, I can just imagine." Sparx then spoke in an old sounding voice and said, "'Ohhh, than you for defeating the Dark Master while I sat in my cave reading old dusty books while I got older and dustier!'"
"Sparx!" Spyro said angrily.
"He didn't do anything!" Sparx shouted.
"He gave me some pretty important information, and he gave me the idea to Freeze Time! Did you want to be crushed underneath a mountain?" Spyro argued back.
"Ember, where are you," Cynder muttered.
"LOOK OUT! RUNAWAY WAGON!" someone shouted.
The group looked up to see a wagon loaded with left over stone from the recent city reconstruction rolling down the rode in their direction. On the roof tops, a red dragon with yellow horns ran quickly alongside the path of the wagon. He jumped and took flight over the wagon. He then got lower and grabbed the back of the heavy wagon. He pulled with all his might a flapped his wings as hard as he could. The wagon slowed down slightly. The fire dragon then breathed out a strong burst of flame that propelled him back. The force of the flames was just enough to bring the heavy cart to a halt.
Flame the dragon flipped over the cart and landed in front of the group. He smiled cockily and bowed.
Cynder and Sparx both rolled their eyes as Spyro smiled and nodded. "Very impressive, Flame," Spyro said.
"Do you always have to show off?" Cynder snarked.
Flame smiled and flicked his tail, "Well, your welcome for saving your lives."
Cynder gained a dead pan expression, "We could have just-."
"Flown. Yeah, I know, but you can't blame a guy for trying," Flame said while his smile turned sheepish.
The group walked on as the team of earth dragons quickly reclaimed their wagon of recycling.
"So, where's Ember?" Cynder asked.
"Oh, my sis is at the bakery, decorating the cakes and stuff," Flame replied.
"Well then, let's go," Spyro said.
"Huh, I can't believe you guys are all friends!" Sparx said.
"Why not?" Flame expressed in confusion.
Cynder just stared at Flame as if he was insane, "Really? You actually forgot what happened a month ago?"
Flame blinked, but then he laughed nervously as his cheeks turned even redder than his normal scale color, "Oh yeah, that, heh-heh."
Spyro gave a friendly punch to Flame's side as he laughed, "Oh Flame. But Sparx has a point. Things sure didn't look good. . ."
It was a few days after the defeat of Malefor. Spyro and Cynder, with Sparx fluttering nearby, walked through Warfang as moles and dragons alike were fixing up broken walls and doors.
"I'm just. . .scared Spyro. . ." Cynder said softly, "What if everyone hates me for what I've done. . ."
Spyro nuzzled Cynder affectionately on the cheek. "You didn't do anything, Cynder. It was Malefor who made you do all of that," he said, "Don't worry about it. I'll vouch for you every time. Everyone already know you helped me defeat the Dark Master. All you have to do is show others how kind you really are and show that you want to make the future brighter, just like I do."
"OMG!" a voice shouted.
Suddenly a pink blur knocked right into Spyro. He soon found himself looking at the face of a pink dragoness with yellow horns. A red heart-shaped necklace hung from round her neck.
"It's the Legendary Spyro! The Hero! The Great Purple Dragon! OMG!" she squealed, then she stroked Spyro's horn and said, "A perfect match for me, Ember. The dragoness of your dreams. . ."
"GAH!" Spyro exclaimed as she pushed Ember off of him and got back on his feet, "Do you normally go around knocking dragons over like that?"
"No. . .I only do that to the dragon I love. . ." Ember said dreamily, and she leaned in to kiss Spyro.
"Augh!" Spyro said as he pushed Ember back, "Look, I'm sure you're a nice dragoness and everything, but I'm really not interested, so could you just find someone else or-?"
"NEVER!" Ember exclaimed as she prepared to pounce onto Spyro a second time. However, Ember was grabbed by the horn by Cynder and spun around to face her. The black dragoness growled and said, "Listen, Pinkie! I don't think your crazy crush on him is reciprocated! He asked you to leave him alone, so leave him alone!"
Ember growled back and said, "What do you know, Terror of the Skies!"
Cynder gasped and stepped backwards. She looked away, clearly hurt by Ember's comment.
Ember smirked, but it vanished when Spyro's tail connected with he face. She fell to the ground, rubbing her stinging cheek as Spyro towered over her, looking very angry.
"Oh shoot. . ." Sparx said as he backed off to the side of the street. Other dragons and moles had even stopped to watch the scene play out.
"Listen, Ember," Spyro said sternly, "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be jumping all over me if I weren't such a hero. Personally, I'd rather be treated like everyone else. But anyway, don't you see how shallow you're acting? And I'm being honest here, I seriously was not interested in you. And now," Spyro growled and got all in Ember's face, "I really don't like you! How dare you insult Cynder like that? After everything she did to save this world! I would never have defeated Malefor without her! And the Terror of the Skies? That was all Malefor's corruption, she didn't do anything wrong! But how is she going to live a normal life with dragons like you being cruel to her like that? Listen, Ember, if you, or anyone else brings up what Malefor did to her in the past again, I will-."
"Get away from my sister."
Spyro turned to see Flame walking towards him angrily. Spyro stepped away from Ember and nodded, "Look, I'm sorry, but she needs an attitude adjustment. She insulted Cynder."
"Just cause you're the Purple Dragon doesn't mean you can slap dragonesses around!" Flame said angrily.
"Look, that's not what I did. I can't let everyone blame Cynder for everything Malefor made her do. It's not fair!" Spyro argued.
"You still hit my sister," Flame persisted.
Spyro sighed and looked down, "Yeah, I did, and I'm sorry. But I just got so mad. Hasn't Cynder suffered enough?" Spyro turned to look at Ember and said, "And I also didn't like it when she put her paws all over me!"
Ember sniffed and wiped her eyes. She then ran over to Flame's side.
"Just watch your step, Spyro," Flame said cockily, "I'm pretty sure that I, Flame the Dragon, could take you down with my totally awesome fire element attacks!"
Flame then spat a fire ball on the ground, causing a plume of flames to go up around Flame and Ember. When the flames died down, Flame's surprised face was charred black.
Spyro let out a quick laugh as Cynder just cocked her head in confusion.
Flame growled and turned to run, with Ember right behind her. "I'll remember this!" Flame shouted behind him.
Sparx floated near Spyro's head and whistled, "What a hot-head."
"Spyro," Cynder said, "You didn't have to do all that."
"Yes I did, Cynder," Spyro said, "I'm not gonna let anyone give you hard time."
Flame nodded, "For a second, I thought we were gonna have a brawl."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't blame you. When those apes tried to kidnap Sparx, I actually breathed fire for the first time," Spyro said.
"Well," Flame said, puffing himself up a bit, "When Flame is in the wrong, he goes to great lengths to make it right!"
"Psst! Psst! I said 'Psst!'"
Spyro opened his eyes and moaned. It was late at night, and he felt so tired. He looked up at the window and his heart jumped in shock when he saw a dragon hovering there.
"WHAT THE-?!"
"Shhhh!" the dragon said, "Quiet! You'll wake everyone up."
Spyro blinked, "Flame? Is that you?"
Flame grabbed onto the window ledge and smiled, "Yep! It's me! Sorry about waking you up, but I just couldn't let this wait till tomorrow's class at the Temple. Now, Spyro, about what happened last week-."
"Flame," Spyro sighed, "I don't want to fight out of anger-."
"I don't want to fight," Flame said while shaking his head, "I want to apologize."
"What?" Spyro said.
"Yeah," Flame said while nodding his head, "You see, Ember and I were thinking, and you were right. Ember only liked you cause you were a celebrity, and she was so obsessed with you that she went an insulted Cynder. She's really sorry for it, and she'll make thing right with her tomorrow. And I'm sorry I made it like you were acting all high and mighty in front of all those moles and dragons. You were defending your girl-friend, and come on, you gotta respect that. And I really want to be friends with you and Cynder. Everyone else thought they couldn't approach you cause you were famous heroes. But I always saw through all that."
Flame hung framed in the window and rested his head on his front hands, "So, what do ya say? Can we start over?"
Spyro was very impressed by this fire dragon. He smiled and nodded and said, "Sure Flame. And I have to admit, I really shouldn't have slapped her like that. And you're right. No one really ever hangs out with me and Cynder, and I'd really like it if-." Spyro suddenly froze as his brain completely processed what Flame said. "Wait, girl-friend?"
Flame smirked, "Aw, come on Spyro. Don't tell me you don't like her."
Spyro looked around his room and started sweating, "Well. . .well. . .gah! Look, don't spread it around!"
Flame chuckled and said, "Ah, don't worry, I'll let you tell her yourself. Just agree you'll spar with me tomorrow!"
Spyro sighed, "Okay, no problem."
Flame waved and said, "Thanks, see yaaaaaaaah!" Flame fell after letting go of the windowsill and hit the ground with a bump.
In the other room, Cynder snorted in her sleep and rolled over.
Spyro ran to the window and looked down.
"I'm okay!"
Spyro sighed and rolled his eyes.
"What's going on?" Sparx said, rubbing his eyes.
Spyro sighed again, and he laid back down to sleep, "I'll explain in the morning. Goodnight."
"Dragons are weird," Sparx muttered.
"And Spyro kicked your butt in that sparring match!" Sparx said.
"Sparx!" Spyro shouted.
"We're here," Cynder said as the group arrived at the door to the bakery.
They entered the building and saw Ember finish placing multicolored quarts crystals into a tall square cake. Some moles wheeled it out the back and Ember turned to see her friends. She smiled and waved, "Hi guys! Hey Cynder!"
"Hey Ember!" Cynder replied cheerily.
The dragonesses jumped in the air, hovered, and gave each other a high five while simultaneously touching the wingtips that faced each other.
In the Dragon Temple As Spyro and Flame walked into the sparring area, Cynder heard a voice from behind her.
"Ahem. . ."
Cynder turned to see Ember standing behind her. Cynder was surprised to see her, but kept up a cold facial expression. She still felt dislike for this dragoness. She had gotten over the "Terror of the Skies" comment, but she still strongly disliked how this pink little cute thing had acted towards Spyro.
"Well, what do you want?" Cynder said, unable to prevent a little venom from leaking in.
Ember flinched slightly, but then she picked up a box resting on her back and placed in down on the ground in front of Cynder. "Here," she said, "Just something to show you I'm sorry for what I said to you."
Cynder arched an eyebrow and looked at the box. Figuring she had nothing to loose, Cynder opened the box. To her surprise, it contained a necklace similar to Ember's heart-shaped one. However, this necklace was set with a circular black diamond.
Ember inched closer to Cynder and said, "I really am sorry for calling you that. Of course that wasn't the real you. The Guardians, Spyro, they all knew that it wasn't your fault, and they want everyone else to understand that. And I knew that was all true, but I got so caught up in how famous and heroic Spyro was, I said something I shouldn't of."
Cynder looked up at Ember and blinked solemnly. Ember gulped and went on, "Actually, I kinda think you're cool. If anything, I'm kinda jealous of you. You got to save the world alongside Spyro, and he really likes you. He'd never let you go, and I'd probably feel awful if I even could steal him from you."
Ember bashfully traced a circle on the floor and continued, "So, I was thinking maybe we could be friends? You and Spyro don't seem to hang out with anyone else much. Maybe I could change that?"
Cynder looked at Ember for what felt like a long time. She seemed so shy and vulnerable now. She also seemed very sincere in what she was saying. Then, Cynder jumped forward and grabbed Ember in tight hug.
"Eep! Wait, what?" Ember spluttered as Cynder hugged her.
Cynder let go and backed up. She was smiling, but tears were running down her face. "I'm sorry. . .it's just. . .no one but Spyro has even been this. . .kind to me. . ."
Ember smiled back as Cynder wiped away her tears of joy. Then Cynder looked down at the black diamond necklace. She picked it up and looped it around her neck. She smiled warmly and said, "This is great Ember. Thank you."
"So, you forgive me?" Ember asked.
Cynder nodded and smiled.
"So we're friends now?" Ember said happily.
"Forever!" Cynder cheered.
Ember and Cynder jumped up and gave each other a high five. During this, the tips of their wings also hit each other at the same time as their hands.
"Hey, that was awesome!" Ember cheered, "Let's do that from now on!"
Cynder laughed, "Okay then."
Ember then smiled mischievously and said, "And hey, I can give you a few tips on getting Spyro to really go ga-ga over you!"
"Um. . ." Cynder said nervously
Ember jumped behind her and glanced at Cynder's wings and haunches. "You got some natural beauty going on there, girl! But a quick make-over wouldn't hurt!"
"Well, I-."
"But first, while the boys are busy rough-housing. . .wait, the Guardians gave you money, right?"
Cynder nodded, "Yeah, they gave Spyro and I accounts so we could get settled in Warfang-."
"Alright! Well, while the boys are busy, I need to show you the joy of shopping!" Ember cheered happily.
Ember grabbed Cynder's front leg and dragged her off in the direction of Warfang. Cynder was confused at first, but then she let it go and smiled, and ran alongside her new friend.
Cynder quickly glanced at the necklace she had been wearing ever since that day. After going shopping with Ember, during which she didn't really buy very much, and Spyro had soundly beat Flame in the sparring match, the four dragons had spent the rest of the day hanging out together. In the following month, the four dragons had become close friends, doing all sorts of things together. They toured the city of Warfang, ate at the various restaurants, explored the Valley of Avalar, visited Hunter and the Cheetah tribes, and helped each other study for the Guardian's tests. Both Spyro and Cynder both could clearly see that it was good to have friends.
"You should've seen me, sis!" Flame said, "There was a huge wagon full of heavy stone, rolling down the street towards Spyro and Cynder!" Flame jumped around in excitement as he narrated the recent events dramatically, "I ran across the roof tops, jumped off, grabbed the card, and pulled with all my might! I let out a burst of fire and-."
"They could have just flown out of the way," Ember said dryly.
"Hmph!" Flame said as he sat down hard.
"That cake looked awesome, Ember!" Spyro said, starting to feel hungry.
"OH NO! Quick! Hide all the food! He'll eat everything in ten seconds flat!" Sparx said dramatically.
Flame cracked up laughing as Cynder smiled shook her head.
"Ha-ha. The fat jokes were funnier the first hundred times, Sparx," Spyro commented dryly.
"Seriously, Ember, you decorated that cake very nicely!" Cynder complimented.
Ember smiled and curtsied, "Well, beauty is my specialty!"
A mole in a chef's hat entered the kitchen and gasped when she saw Spyro and Cynder. "Ooh! Um, well I was wondering if someone could help get the cakes to the center of town, it's almost sunset. . ."
"We'll be glad to help! We're headed there anyway!" Cynder said.
"Sure, we can talk some more on the way," Spyro said.
Sparx flew close to the mole lady and pointed at Spyro. He whispered, "Watch my brother over there. Don't be surprised if you end up a cake short. He's got a high metabolism!"
The center of Warfang was packed with dragons and moles. Even a few cheetahs could be seen. On either side were tables displaying plenty of food and drink.
"This is so exciting!" Ember squealed after the group had dropped out the desserts.
"Indeed," a familiar voice said.
The group turned to see a pair of cheetahs approaching them.
"Hey, it's Hunter and Meadow," Spyro said as they went over to meet them.
"Good to see you again, my friends," Meadow said.
"Is Chief Prowlus here?" Spyro asked.
Hunter chuckled and said, "Yes, but he got caught sneaking the first cup of wine by some mole." Hunter started to laugh out loud and said, "He ended up spilling it on himself, and is trying to wash it out!"
Just then, horns blared. Everyone turned to see the three Guardians flying over the city. Everyone cheered as they landed in the center of the town square.
"Ignitus. . ." Spyro thought, but then he shoved that thought to the back of his brain. Ignitus would want him to enjoy the peace he had created, not be depressed over his needed sacrifice. There had been a ceremony saying goodbye and honoring the late Guardian of Fire, so now was the time to move on.
"We should go to the front of this " Hunter suggested.
"Can we?" Spyro asked, worrying about the pushing and shoving that would ensue.
"Um, hello!" Sparx said, "Guy who saved the world."
Spyro smiled sheepishly, "Oh yeah, right."
The dragons, cheetahs, and dragonfly were soon at the front of the crowd. The sun was just starting to turn orange as it began to set.
"Hey, hey, what does the Chronicler look like?" Ember asked excitedly.
"I'll be he looks all cool and powerful, cause he, like, has all the knowledge in the world, right?" Flame asked.
"How about we all just wait till he arrives," Spyro replied.
The three Guardians stood in the midst of the Town Square. Volteer stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"Is he gonna-?" Sparx asked.
Volteer took out a scroll and let it unroll all the way to the ground.
"Yes he is," Cynder moaned.
Volteer opened his mouth.
FLASH!
A huge ball of pale blue light flashed in the sky above Warfang.
The whole crowd gasped with wonder.
"Here he comes. . ." Flame gasped.
"The Chronicler. . ." Meadow whispered.
"It'll be nice to see him again. . ." Spyro said.
The huge ball of blue light slowly descended over the area. The Guardians backed up, albeit a bit sourly on Volteer's part, to let the the light that was the Chronicler land among them.
The huge sphere of light was soon a few kilometers above the ground, when suddenly. . .
A huge cloud of smoke burst out from the ground. Three bolts of lighting shot out of it. One was pink, one was green, and one was red.
The lighting bolts hit the sphere of blue light, stopping it in mid air. A grunt of pain could be heard as energy began flowing from the sphere and down into the cloud of smoke. The silhouettes of three figures standing upright could be seen within the cloud.
"What's going on!" Hunter shouted as the crowd behind them began to panic.
"Who are they?!" Spyro shouted.
As the smoke began to fade, three different kinds of maniacal laughter could be heard.
To be continued. . .
A/N: No, I didn't lie. The villains won't ruin our heroes lives. They're not so bad.