Hardly a year had passed since the war's end and defeat of the Dark Master Malefor. That time was filled with rebuilding lives and mourning those that had been lost. Recovery was slow, but it was happening. Within the walls as well as beyond them, the recovery efforts sought out anything and everything that had been forgotten during the conflict; tribes were revived, cities rediscovered, and old bonds made new again. The ancient temple deep in the fungal forest had received the beginnings of restoration to its former glory, and the inhabitants of the surrounding area received aid once more.
It was during the start of this work that the Forgotten Wanderers had been discovered.
The Forgotten Wanderers were of a peculiar notoriety, given their vague past and the imposing circumstances around their discovery. With the reconstruction of the war-torn and shell-shocked region, the re-established connection with the clandestine race felt slightly muted. What could have been heralded as a major discovery instead pervaded the minds of the weary survivors as an idle trickle of passing rumor. A dinner table topic, and nothing more.
They were known as the Forgotten Wanderers for a reason, afterall.
To the discoverers of this race misplaced by time, however, the shock of it couldn't have been any higher. They were dragons, yet walked upright like the Cheetahs of the Valley and possessed ingenuity like the Moles of the City. But they were also not dragons, lacking wings, and their claws not so long as to afford them a natural weapon.
That wasn't to say they lacked weapons, however, and it was in this that their intellect shown through. When each Forgotten Wanderer had been found, they always came accompanied with various armors and weapons of incredibly exquisite design. Plating and mail bearing hardened hides, large blades that could cleave a dragon in half, and almost every one of the Forgotten that wasn't too sick to stand from their awakenings would immediately grab up their weapons with shocking strength and swung around their weapons with deceptive ease.
Thankfully, the soldiers that accompanied the recovery teams possessed reflexes to match. The Forgotten would be restrained every time with only the worst of the resulting injuries being a bruise. But the parties all would return with expressions of confusion and, at times, shock. Immediately, the Council of Elders swore them to silence and sent the Forgotten to a colony where they cared for them, but retained distance.
The only information available to the public was rumor and hearsay, unconfirmed as truth.
But to a pair of rather well-known dragons, they would always remember their encounter with it. These two dragons were heralded as the Saviors of the World, and the Dark Master's Bane. They were Terror of the Skies and Mauve Majesty.
To their friends, however, they were known as Cynder and Spyro, and they were the ones to discover the first of the Forgotten Wanderers. This first of the Forgotten, as fate would have it, would become the de facto leader of his people, but on that day he never knew what fortune planned for him.
Author Notes
Ehanu (Mung): So in the end, I couldn't help myself and started writing a Monster Hunter/Spyro crossover. I know, I know what you're all thinking, "WHAT THE HECK, man, you just put 4 stories on hiatus!" But trust me on this, I got a good feeling about the direction of my writings lately. Especially with the sudden idea to include one of my good writer friends, Callum, in on this venture.
Callum: And in turn, I couldn't help but get entwined with Mung's series. I look forward to exploring this world more and seeing where the Forgotten Wanderers and the main cast of dragons interact with one another to form a compelling adventure set in the aftermath of a disastrous war. I look forward to seeing what this story will bring.