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Spyro dragged his paws along the cobbled streets of Warfang, not really paying attention to his surroundings, not knowing where he was really going. He had nowhere to be right now, the guardians had called off classes for the day. The purple saviour welcomed the respite, but at the same time cursed it. It was a time when he could relax, but also a time when he was most alone and left to his thoughts.

Spyro had single-handedly saved the dragon realms and beyond from Malefor, earning the title 'purple saviour', using his newfound powers and under the guidance of the guardians. It was when he had returned to the great dragon city after pulling the world back together that he realised how truly alone he was. He had only ever had Sparx, his older dragonfly brother, and now that he was in a city surrounded by happy couples and other young dragons he noticed how truly alone he was.

There were other dragons his age, but they didn't often spend time with him. To them, he was the revered saviour of the realms, an icon, a legend even, and certainly not someone you could just walk up to and become friends with. But that was the problem; that's exactly what he was. He wanted people to approach him, he wanted a normal life.

His early years had been spent believing he was a dragonfly, his later years as the only dragon of his age, prophesised dragon of legend, destined to bring low Malefor with the assistance of the guardians…

There was something strange about that when he thought about it. Malefor had only enlisted the apes, no one else, and yet he still struck fear into the hearts of dragons across the realms. Surely he had something other than apes to help him?

Oh, and grublins, he thought to himself bitterly.

But even they surely weren't enough to pose any sort of threat to the dragons? Great hulking beasts who could fly and spew lethal flames, and ice, and electricity, and shift the very earth itself. Surely they of all beasts could handle a few small, furred creatures without any real difficulty.

Unless… unless Malefor had something else up his sleeve that I never saw… or don't remember seeing. I could have sworn there was something else.

"Ah, young Spyro, I thought you were off to see your friends?"

Spyro jumped and looked up to find Ignitus standing before him. Lost in his own thoughts he had wound his way back to the temple out of habit. He cursed himself for not paying more attention. He tried to avoid the temple when he had free time to make it look like he was off enjoying himself or relaxing instead of moping around. He couldn't begin to imagine what the guardians would do if they found out.

Nothing I would like, surely.

He noticed Ignitus looking at him expectantly and realised he had slipped off again. Stumbling to put together a quick reply, he said something he instantly regretted, "Friends?"

Ignitus stared blankly back at Spyro, unsure if he had just heard correctly. "Come again, Spyro? Are you telling me you have no friends at all? Not one?" His tone was a mixture serious, shocked, and unsure.

Spyro glared at his paws, berating himself for the slip. He let out a long sigh, and shook his head glumly.

It had to come out eventually I guess.

Ignitus' expression was appalled and Spyro felt momentarily self-conscious until Ignitus resumed speaking; seemingly to himself, "My, my. My only student, and I fail to notice something so terrible." He looked back to Spyro and took a few tentative steps forward. Spyro looked up at his mentor's movement, "I'm sorry Spyro, I failed you. Come with me, I will sort this out."

Spyro nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak. Part of him wished the fire guardian would just leave him be, but deep down he knew that Ignitus only wanted to help. it may be for the best. He thought with a hint of joy.

"Ah, Spyro! How horribly, terribly, unfortunate it is you should feel th-"

"Yes, yes, Volteer. Hold that waggling tongue of yours for just a minute while the rest of us civil folk discuss matters with a little more… calmness," Cyril interrupted.

"Hmm," Terrador rumbled, "What do you think Ignitus, for I think there is a simple solution to this."

"Indeed, old friend, a simple solution is at hand," Ignitus confirmed.

Spyro just looked between the guardians, both exasperation and amusement directed at Volteer and Cyril, who had descended into their usual bickering, and interest yet confusion directed at Ignitus and the earth guardian.

Spyro's confusion deepened further when Ignitus turned away from him instead of explaining his plans, murmuring quietly to Terrador. The earth guardian gave a low chuckle and glanced briefly at Spyro. With an almost evil pair of smiles, the two great dragons turned to Spyro, and it took all of his willpower not to wilt under their amused gazes.

"Come, young one, your future friends await." Ignitus said in a cheery tone. Spyro thought he heard him mumble something about and potential love interest to himself, but it was so quiet he brushed it off as his imagination. Ignitus wouldn't say that sort of thing.