A/N: Alright so the only real thing that I have to say is that this story comes after a previous one I wrote called The Seven Dragons of Darkness. In case you are wondering it is probably not necessary that you read it, but if you do you will understand a few of the characters and elements in this story better, although like I said it isn't completely necessary that you read it. If you choose to do so here is a link: .net/s/5771584/1/The_Seven_Dragons_of_Darkness

With all of that out of the way I hope you all enjoy this story. Please R&R.

Taelas muffled a sigh as he ran a jet black talon through the burnt earth below his body. He lay on the edge of a volcano in the middle of the Burned Lands. The sundered environment that currently surrounded him always put him in a bad mood, every year that he came to the place it was the same. The skies turned blood red and the earth was just crumbled black stones, it was as if the whole place had been doused with fire. Of course if it were up to him he would never step his paw in the place again. The Burned Lands were a blight on the planet.

Taelas forced himself to stop his talon from scratching in the dirt, and he turned his attention back to his father, who was sitting before him. His father, Spyro, the legendary purple dragon, who had slain Malefor, and his lieutenants, years ago. The purple dragon was still speaking, while Cynder, Taelas' mother, lay next to him listening, and occasionally speaking herself.

Taelas' purple eyes scanned across, past his parents, and on to the others who were lined up before him. Next to Cynder, was a golden dragon and a dark red dragoness. Aegis and Azshea respectively, were the parents of one of Taelas' best friends, Syra. They had both been friends with Spyro and Cynder, since before he was born.

A little further another grown dragon stood. This one had icy blue scales, and held himself with a certain air that made even Taelas stop to stare at him. The dragon's name was Icryious. The blue drake caught Taelas' eye, and tilted his head slightly so he could look at the dragon better. Taelas shrugged at the dragon, and Icryious returned the dull look. He was a guardian in Warfang, but even he still found this event rather boring. The blue dragon cracked a small smile, as even he knew that the event was all almost over. Taelas returned the subtle look before shifting his eyes again down the line to the last dragoness that was among the adults.

This one had always sent a chill down Taelas' spine. Her scales were jet black. Her eyes a deep crimson color, which pierced anything that she stared at. Taelas only ever saw her during this day, the day that had become tradition among all of them. He knew that her name was Solris, and she was in fact one of the seven dragons that his father had fought against. Although, according to the story she had switched sides and chosen to help Spyro and the others, instead of fight them.

The young purple dragon must have been drifting off into his thoughts, because a moment later he felt a sharp slap on his paw. Taelas didn't visibly react to the touch he just slowly turned his head, so that he could view his sister who had just tapped him. The dragoness was lying next to him, her emerald eyes were slits as she stared at him with contempt. Taelas wasn't surprised the ice dragoness did this every year when he began to drift off. Unlike Taelas, Aria had a great sense of respect for the story that was told on this day. Whereas Taelas drifted off into his own thoughts Aria stayed at attention throughout the entire story, a feat which Taelas had not achieved in at least ten years.

The dragoness leaned over to her older brother, and in a whisper said, "Taelas, please try to pay attention. We gather here for a reason every year, so we can pass this story down, to our children. It is our parent's legacy after all."

"Why don't they just write it down in a book then?" Taelas retorted, as softly as he could.

"I'm not arguing about this now, just try to pay attention." Aria said, silencing her brother as she leaned back away from him.

Taelas turned back to Spyro in an effort to listen. The purple dragon was spouting off the end of the story, the part which Taelas used to be the fondest of when he was a young whelp. He was recounting the group's last fight, against a dragon known as Astir, the last of Malefor's lieutenants. He had used an artifact known as the Scale of Raknos, to empower himself, and now he had to be stopped, and so as was every year the dragons each spoke their part telling the story from all of their perspectives, in order for the younger dragons to get the whole story.

"Astir fell back into the crater of lava, the same one that sits behind us now." Spyro said nodded back to the volcano, which bubbled behind him.

"None of us knew what to do." Aegis added.

"We just-

"Stood there. You all stood in silence." Taelas said, interrupting his father. As the dragon spoke all eyes turned to him, and for a moment Taelas shut his mouth as he met the gazes with his own eyes. "One of you, I believe it was you, mom," Taelas continued pointing a lone talon to Cynder. "You wondered if Astir was dead or not."

Cynder nodded after a moment, confirming Taelas' assumption. The black dragoness was taken aback, of all fourteen years that this story had been told Taelas, and the others had never interrupted. Nonetheless Cynder said nothing, perhaps her son was just showing that he knew the story, but more likely he was making it clear that he was tired of this annual event.

"Spyro reassured you, and everything went off without a hitch. The seven dragons of darkness were dead, and everyone got a happy ending." Taelas finished giving his father a small smile.

Spyro eyed his son looking him over very thoroughly before he spoke up again. "Yes, it's been twenty-nine years since that day. Twenty-nine years of peace, and we pray to the ancestors that the peace continues for yet another year."

As the purple dragon said those words it seemed to be like some sort of sign as the silence was broken as all of the dragon's stood up, and began to mill about and stretch their limbs. The story took at least a few hours to tell, and the whole time no one moved, but now they were free to stretch their limbs.

As Taelas got to his paws, and began to stretch he noticed all of the adults beginning to congregate. He watched, and just as Spyro and Cynder turned their eyes away, Taelas felt his paws get thrown out from under him, and he dropped to the ground like a stone.

The violet scaled dragon shook his head, and growled low, while he pushed himself back up. Turning to his sister he glared at her. "Why did you do that?" He asked in low growl.

"Why did you do that?" Aria asked equally as angry. "Are you that impatient that you cannot put aside one day a year to listen to a story about how your parents nearly single handedly saved this planet?"

"Lose the attitude Aria, I don't need lessons from you, about good behavior." Taelas said already growing tired of the argument.

"No Taelas! Not this time." The dragoness said trying as hard as she could to keep her voice down. Before the purple dragon knew it she was only a few inches from his face, so close that he could feel her breath. "What is it, what's wrong? I know you, you don't act like this." The dragoness continued the edge in her voice suddenly gone.

The purple drake didn't say anything for what seemed like a life-time. "Nothing's wrong Aria, did it ever occur to you that I was just quoting the story I've heard all my life."

Aria said nothing, and neither did Taelas the two just stood there in silence.

"Are you two kissing or something?" A sarcastic voice said, from behind Aria. "Because if you are that's just weird." It was then that both of the siblings noticed how close to each other they were, and each immediately took a few steps back.

The crimson dragoness who had spoken only a moment ago stepped up next to Aria, and looked from the girl to Taelas, and back again. "Strange, I don't remember you two ever having a sibling rivalry." Syra said breaking the silence once more.

"We don't." Aria said bluntly. "I was just talking to Taelas about his little outburst earlier."

"It wasn't an outburst, now drop it Aria." Taelas grunted, with disdain.

"Sorry I brought it up; maybe we should just change the topic." Syra said, sensing the obvious tension between the two.

"Feel free to talk about anything you want." Taelas said as he turned on paw, and walked away from the two.

"He's just moody, don't let him bother you." Aria said, making no effort to hide her comment from her brother.

Taelas ignored his sister, and walked over to the edge of the volcano, away from the two conversing dragoness'. He stared down at the lava below, the heat almost too intense for him to stay where he was, but he didn't move, too wrapped up in his thoughts to care about the overwhelming warmth. As he stared down, he thought about the story his father had retold him so often. This was where part of Spyro's legacy had been played out. Every purple dragon was said to do great things, but what was there to do. Taelas looked down at his paw, and the dark violet scales that covered it. He was at a loss; most prophecies said that a purple dragon was born when there was a need for one, in order to keep the peace in the world.

Taelas was nineteen years old, and he had lived a normal life. He trained almost every day, and lived in Warfang. Spyro had been hatched into danger, and had defeated Malefor when he was only a year or two younger than Taelas was now. After that adventure, Spyro had fought right at this very spot saving the world yet again. Taelas had done nothing heroic on any scale, but instead he got to listen to his father recount his tale as if making it more obvious that Taelas himself had done nothing extra-ordinary.

As the purple drake stood deep in his thoughts, his father walked up behind him. "Taelas?" He asked his voice deep, yet still soft.

"Ya?" The dragon said after a few moments.

"We're leaving now." Spyro said plainly. A moment later the large purple dragon placed a paw on Taelas shoulder and turned him around with his great paw. "Taelas, are you alright?" He asked arching a brow. Spyro had been fathering the boy for nineteen years, and he knew when something was wrong, this was definitely one of those times. Often though that didn't matter, Taelas had always wanted to deal with things on his own, and rarely divulged any information.

"Nothing, just." Taelas paused for a moment, thoughts flying through his mind. "Nothing." He finished.

"Are you s-

Spyro was interrupted as Taelas spread his bluish black mesh wings, and leapt into the air, darting away as swiftly as he could. The purple dragon watched from the ring of the volcano as his son flew away into the late afternoon sky. As he watched Cynder came up next to him, so silently that Spyro almost jumped when she spoke. "What did he say?" She asked.

"He said, it was nothing." Spyro responded, after a moment. Cynder sighed, as she leaned against her mate, who readily supported her lithe form. "Perhaps he is just growing up, he isn't five anymore."

"Perhaps." Spyro said after a moment. "Come on let's go. Aria we're leaving!" The purple dragon called to his daughter, who quickly said her goodbyes to Syra and the others before striding over.

Taelas stepped out of his house in Warfang. The purple dragon lived in what had been the house of all of the elder dragons. Terrodar, Cyril, and Volteer had passed away only six years ago, one after the other quickly dying out. Taelas had grown up with them as uncles. He had liked all of them, but he had no true connection to them. However their passing did sadden everyone, Spyro the most. When the dragons had passed away they had left their home to Spyro, as he was like a son to them.

The building had more than enough room for the four of them. Each of the rooms was lavishly decorated with rugs, plants, and pieces of furniture, mostly plush pillows. Needless to say, the family was well off living there. Taelas thought nothing of the inside of the house now though as he stepped into the warm spring evening air. Taking a moment to enjoy the atmosphere the dragon simply stood in the cobblestone street, and enjoyed the quiet. After a day of listening to the adults retell an entire adventure it felt good to hear nothing at all.

His mood growing better by the moment, the purple drake proceeded down the street, and around to another section of their land where a fairly large training area had been assembled. It was walled off, and meant only for their family, but Spyro often opened it up to anyone who wanted to use it. Tonight though, it was empty, as Taelas entered, walking around all of the wooden obstacle course structures. Off to his left was a descent sized training field for sparring.

The dragon had not come outside specifically to train that night though, as he felt that he had no real fight in him. He was mostly there for the peace of the silent air. He did go through a few attack sequences on some of the exercise dummies, although he was hardly trying, and his movements appeared sluggish even to him as he batted at the dummies.

"I hope that you aren't that slow in actual combat." A soft voice said, breaking the silence.

Taelas sighed audibly and hung his head, as he turned to face his sister with tired eyes; it wasn't that he didn't want to see her, or that he was angry, the purple dragon was just worn out, and in no mood to talk. Aria ignored her brother's displeasure, and closed the gap between them, her dark blue scales shining in the twilight sky.

"You don't look happy to see me?" The dragoness said with a small, but playful smile.

"It's been a long day." Taelas said, not buying into the dragoness' cheeriness.

Aria's smile abruptly vanished as she stopped a few feet from her brother. The ice dragoness could tell just by looking at him that something was wrong, jus the same as earlier that afternoon. She had a certain sense about her, as if she knew whenever he was being bothered by something. Growing up together Taelas had tried again and again to be secretive and quiet, but every time Aria knew what was going on.

"Are you angry at me?" The dragoness asked bluntly. When Taelas only stared at her she cocked an eyebrow, and motioned to him as if asking silently for him to answer.

"This has nothing to do with you." Taelas answered finally.

"So, it's all about you then." Aria said. The dragoness shook her head, and almost laughed to herself. "I'm hardly surprised."

"What does that mean?" Taelas asked, in a growl, his little amount of patience wearing thin.

"Oh please Taelas," The dragoness laughed. "I swear it seems like every day you have a new problem, and they always relate back to you."

"That's not true, and you know it." Taelas said his eyes boring into the dragoness.

"Just tell me what it is then; it can't be that bad can it, besides you tell me everything eventually. All you can do is try to prolong it."

"Forget it Aria, this isn't your problem, and you don't have any insight on the situation." Taelas said turning away from the ice dragoness.

"Is it about dad?"

The comment struck Taelas. Was it that obvious; or did Aria really know him that well. The purple drake stopped in place, the question making him take pause. He didn't know what to say, what he even could say. The moments just passed in silence.

"Aria, I just-

Taelas stopped speaking in mid-sentence, his eyes coming to rest on something that was behind Aria, a large dragon.

"What?" Aria asked confused by Taelas' sudden pause.

Taelas didn't respond, but instead walked a little past his sister, to get a better view of the dragon. His scales were a dull yellow color, and he wore a large layered blue crest. In the quick look the purple dragon got of the adult he noticed only one thing that was peculiar about him. He wore a strange mark on his right shoulder. It looked like a scar, or a burn mark, of a full orb, with one side of the circle covered in wavy spikes as if it was a sun, and the other half of the circle portrayed the craters of a moon.

While Taelas eyed the mysterious dragon, who was still yet to speak, Aria had turned around as well.

"Oh, hi." The dragoness said happily. "Did you come here to use the training course?" The yellow dragon did not respond, but instead continued to stare at Taelas, his eyes had been locked on the purple dragon since he had first shown up.

"Who are you?" Taelas asked a moment later his voice edgy.

After a moment of staring Taelas up and down, the drake seemed to snap out of his trance. "My name is of no importance to you." The dragon responded finally.

"Then why are you here?" Taelas asked the edge in his voice growing more apparent with each word he spoke.

"Why, I came here to find you of course." The dragon said with a laugh as though the answer was completely obvious. "Would you like to come with me on a little journey?"

Taelas didn't respond he just gave the dragon a heated glare. Meanwhile Aria felt chills in her body as the mysterious dragon spoke, his voice was shrill and almost painful to her ears. She didn't like this, something wasn't right.

"Why do you want Taelas to come with you, we don't even know you." Aria finally blurted out when she saw that neither of the others would speak.

"Aria, stay out of this." Taelas said spreading one of his dark meshed wings wide to cover his sister from view.

"Taelas what are you doing?" Aria asked, in a panicked tone.

"Something is off about this. I don't want you getting hurt." The purple dragon whispered, while never taking his eyes off of the other adult. "If anything happens promise me you'll run home."

Taelas didn't see his sister nod, he didn't have to. He knew that she would do what he said. Since they were little Aria had always known what Taelas was thinking but Taelas had always protected her. He had steered her out of danger more than once and kept her safe even more. So when Taelas told her to be ready to run the dragoness knew what she would end up doing.

"I suppose it would be laughable to take a purple dragon with such a simple scheme." The adult said chuckling to himself.

"I asked you to tell me who you are? If you won't answer then I think we'll be on our way." Taelas said flatly.

"I don't think you are going anywhere. You, my little purple friend are too important to let go." The dragon chuckled as he slowly began to creep forward.

"Aria get out of here right now." Taelas said as he lowered himself into an easy fighting position.

"But what about you?" The dragoness asked. Taelas turned his face portraying anger and impatience, he had expected he to just go, but she had yet to budge.

"What did I tell you?" He asked as he was almost yelling now.

Suddenly, there was a crackle of lightning, and the ground below Taelas paws exploded sending the dragon a few feet through the air before landing roughly on the ground, pelted with tiny pebbles of brown stone. He could hear his sister's cry, but it seemed far away as he struggled to steady his senses. With a deep roar, the purple dragon slammed the ground as he rose back up, sending the portion of earth beneath Aria up, and launching the dragoness into the air.

"I said go!" Taelas yelled, before he darted forward charging headlong at the dragon.

Aria would have to be told again, wrenching her eyes away from the ensuing battle the dragoness turned and cut through the air back to her house. All the way she cursed herself for not being strong enough to stay.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Taelas ducked down almost falling to the ground in order to narrowly avoid a swipe of the adult's claws. Always light on his paws the dragon's muscles tensed as he pushed himself into a sideways roll, coming back up on the dragon's flank. Not one to waste opportunity, Taelas opened his maw wide, and released a torrent of flame which spiraled towards its target unimpeded.

The fires washed over the large drake searing his scales, and forcing him to take a few steps back until he was out of the main stream of the blaze. As soon as he could, the dragon conjured his own energy; lightning crackling at his teeth the dragon spat the energy forward, the lightning cutting through Taelas' fires.

The violet dragon hardly had time to react as he did his best to raise a crude barrier of earth. The yellow energy collided with the barrier sending a spray of stone, and sparks flying through the area. Taelas extended his wings, and backpedaled through the air once in order to avoid the majority of the shrapnel. As his talons touched the ground again a moment later, and Taelas pushed off charging into the air as gracefully as a dragon could. He knew that the other dragon would be following him, he could hear the sounds of his large leathery wings beating against the atmosphere as he rose off the ground.

Taelas turned in mid-flight to face the dragon, hovering in the air beating his wings only a few times to stay aloft. As the lightning dragon gained speed, and headed for him, Taelas suddenly stopped beating his wings, and fell into a dive. Falling back past the dragon, Taelas reached out his onyx claws, and sliced through the dragon's mottled orange wing. The young drake's claws cut six slits down the material, each big enough to throw off a dragon's aerial balance. With the dragon's wing torn to shreds Taelas used the momentary stop in his momentum to latch onto the dragon's shoulder. Once he had a grip he took no time in beginning to tear through the dragon's scales.

Before he could do any real damage though Taelas felt a sharp tug on his tail as the adult pulled him down, and tossed him through the air. The violet dragon sped towards the earth for mere seconds before crashing violently into the ground. His vision blacked for a moment as he lay on the ground. With a groan Taelas pulled himself very slowly back to his feet. He noted through blurry eyes that the large dragon had not done much better than him at landing and was still working his way up. Forcing his legs to move Taelas stumbled over to the still down dragon, and posed his spiked razor tail over the dragon's neck, holding it steady only centimeters away from the dragon's neck.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" Taelas asked, through heavy breaths.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Go on, kill me, it won't save you." The dragon smiled, showing a devilish grin.

A moment passed between the two before Taelas shrugged. "Fine, you brought this upon yourself." Taelas answered, not a shred of remorse in his voice. The purple dragon raised his tail blade, and the adult's eyes widened in fear. He had expected the younger dragon not to act so rashly.

"What's going on here?"

His father's voice made Taelas' tail stop inches above the dragon's neck. Taelas turned in surprise to see his father near to the entrance of the training area Aria, standing right next to him. Taelas only saw them for a moment before he was knocked to the ground by the opposing dragon, who then quickly scrambled to his paws and leapt into the air, flying away into the darkening sky.

Spyro ignored the dragon, and quickly ran up to his son, quickly helping him up. Spyro opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by the younger dragon.

"What are you doing?" Taelas spat. "I had him, he couldn't escape, I could have killed him then and there."

"Are you okay?" The large purple dragon asked, bending his neck around to view Taelas from all sides.

"Ya, I'm fine, but the dr-

"Who was he?" Spyro asked ignoring his son's apparent anger.

Taelas was suddenly at a loss for words as he didn't know what to say. "I..I don't know. He wouldn't tell me."

"And you were just going to kill him?" Spyro asked, he was trying to remain calm, but was obviously failing to do so.

"I gave him ample opportunity to tell me." Taelas argued. "Besides he wasn't going to let us leave. He attacked me; he wanted me to go with him!" Taelas yelled trying to justify his actions.

Spyro paused for a moment, staring down at his fuming son. "And this justifies killing?"

"Why not, he tri-

"I know what he tried to do, but you are still in no position to kill someone, Taelas." Spyro interrupted.

The young purple drake didn't say anything; he just glared at his father his anger boiling just below his scales.

"You have no right to kill anyone. If something like this happens you come and find me. If you cannot do that, then you defend yourself, but never threaten to kill anyone." The dragon said sternly, his voice so low that it even sent a few shivers down Taelas' spine. "Are we clear?" Spyro asked after a moment.

"Yes." Taelas said after a long pause, and with that Taelas turned away from his father, unable to look him in the eye any longer.