Well this most certainly took a long while. I must apologize for such a late start. I wanted to post this first chapter at the end of December but then I got sick directly processing Christmas, and once school started up again it was a bit crazy. Sooooooooo yeah….ANNOUNCEMENTS BEFORE I BEGIN!
First of all, you're probably wondering why this story isn't titled "Ashes of a Broken Past" like I said it would be at the end of The Forgotten Legend. Well….when I was about finished outlining the story I realized that the current title had nothing to do with the actual story, so I changed it, my apologies for any confusion.
Second of all, my beta reader has returned to B-read this story! Check out Rifty Agon when you get the chance!
Lastly the update times. Just like TFL, new chapters will be uploaded every Sunday evening!
Silver looks over at Rift, watching as the fire dragon slays a Rathalos with a Charge Blade in Monster Hunter World.
Silver: Anything you want to add Rift?
Rift continues to stare at the TV, only giving Silver the middle claw to acknowledge paying any attention.
Now then! Let us begin!
Disclaimers: I do not own Spyro's story or characters, only my own story and OCs; and if you don't like the story, just do yourself a favor and don't read it!
The Legend Reborn
Chapter 1
There was a purple aura emitting from the core of the Dragon Reams, spreading far and wide until it was out of sight. Every bit of rock and earth had a purple tinge to it, as it was slowly being pulled together again. The noise was unbearable to anyone at the core, and to them, the purple light was blinding. With the purple light, came another.
There were two figures outlined in the purple light, but now came another figure, emitting the new light. This figure stood motionless, watching as the world was pieced back together. It waited until the process was nearly complete, then moved towards the original figures.
The new light soon grew brighter and even overtook the purple light, then it disappeared completely, along with the three figures. What was left behind was a purple orb, hovering for only a few moments before exploding in a brilliant purple light show, sending beams of light to the cracks of broken earth. The cracks were sealed till the world was whole once again. The deep purple crystal core gave a low hum, then all was silent and dark in the core of the Dragon Realms.
The armored dragon glided peacefully through the air, barely flapping his wings. His eyes were closed, enjoying the soft wind against his maw. He had no intention to get to his destination quickly, he wanted to enjoy this moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that the most fearsome and evil dragon had been defeated, however, he could barely remember the world coming back together in a bright purple light. All that was forgotten in this moment of peace.
Unfortunately for Silvus, that moment could not last any longer. He opened his eyes to see the huge dragon city of Warfang. The green dragon was still quite a distance away from the dragon city, but could hear the loud cheers of the inhabitants. A smile grew on his maw at the thought of the war being over, though he still would have many duties as a Messenger.
With a sigh, Silvus picked up the pace. With a burst of speed he shortened the distance between himself and the city within minutes. Unbeknown to the green dragon, he was one of the fastest dragons alive. A feat he should be proud of if he knew of it.
Silvus flew over the northern wall of Warfang, knowing full well that he was spotted by the guards. He waved at a few as they called greetings to him, but didn't stop for anything. The Warfang temple was his next destination and finding the Guardians was his goal. After his unexpected separation while fighting the Destroyer, they are likely wondering what has become of the young messenger.
Right as he arrived at the temple's northern courtyard he spotted the trio of Guardians immediately. Silvus dived towards them, just before hitting the ground, Silvus spread his wings to slow his fall. He approached the Guardians who were sitting around, along with what seemed like a floating lantern. A floating lantern?
Three heads looked up at Silvus as he approached them. All three bared smiles, even Terrador who was normally expressionless, but it was understandable. Malefor was gone, the world was no longer threatened.
Silvus opened his maw in greeting, but was interrupted by the lantern. On closer inspection, Silvus realized that it was a yellowish gold dragonfly, not a lantern.
"Who's this guy?" The dragonfly flew up to my face and waved his appendages in my face. "Ah who cares! Welcome strange dragon! I am the mighty god, Sparx!" Sparx said raising his little arms.
Silvus looked at the Guardians with a confused look on his face. Cyril rolled his eyes, Volteer let out a chuckle along with Terrador who spoke.
"Sparx, this is Silvus." He said in his deep voice. "This is Sparx, Spyro's...er..brother."
Silvus raised a scaly eyebrow and was about to ask what the Earth Guardian meant by brother, but once again he was interrupted as soon as he opened his maw.
"Silvus, what kind of name is that?" Sparx patted the Silvus' helmet.
Fed up with the constant interruptions, Silvus gave his own reply. "Says the dragonfly called Sparx."
Sparx raised his arms in mock surprise. "It speaks!" Silvus just rolled his eyes.
"It's best just to ignore him." Cyril said, which earned a nod from the other two Guardians.
"That I will." Silvus replied.
"My work here is done. If you guys are wondering where I'll be, it'll be waiting for Spyro." Sparx said before sparxing off.
All four dragons let out a sigh, thankful that the annoying dragonfly has left.
"It's good to see you alive and well young dragon, but might I ask, have you seen any sign of Spyro or Cynder, or possibly Ignitus?" Terrador asked.
Silvus shook his head. "Sorry Master Terrador, I haven't seen them. I thought Ignitus would be here with you?"
"He went with Spyro to encounter the Dark Master." Cyril said. Silvus frowned at that.
"So need me to do anything?" Silvus asked.
"You rest, you deserve it young dragon, after searching for our small legendary purple friend for three long years without end. That and your defence of Warfang has earned you a break." Volteer said in his speedy tongue. "A seven day week to be precise."
Silvus bowed. He did feel weary. His training kept him from showing exhaustion, and possibly even ignore it, but after hearing those words his paws begged to give out.. "Thank you, Master Guardians." Each one of them returned the bow.
With that said and done Silvus made his way to the temple doors. As Silvus approached the large entrance, he noticed the extensive the damage to the temple was, but thankfully the part that contained his quarters were intact.
Silvus entered through the northern side, also known as the Fire Door. The main hall was wide and contained a red carpet along with several fire banners that hung on either side of the large walls. Several pillars that once stood in the hall were on their side, blocking several hallways, including the one he need to go through. Thankfully, there was enough room for the green dragon to squeeze through.
It took a few minutes to reach his destination, on his way he passed many moles already working on repairs. Each time he passed a large group working on more difficult parts of the temple, Silvus gave a greeting and asked if help was needed, and each time the moles saw how tired this dragon was, and declined Silvus' offer.
Soon Silvus reached the corridor designated for Messengers. The Light Messenger passed several doorways before stopping next to one that had the symbol for fire. He stared at the door, knowing full well who was in there. Silvus hadn't spoken to his good friend in a long time, but as much as he wanted to, he nearly collapsed then and there.
So he continued down the hall until he reached the room with just his name on it. Light is an element that isn't widely known throughout the Dragon Realms and the secret of the Guardian of Light and Shimmering shores must be kept. Just to be extra safe, even the element light is kept a secret. Silvus had asked Gabriel why it had to be secret, but always received the same answer. This is how it's always been.
Silvus pushed his door open and looked around his room. Several things were knocked over, though his armor stand was right side up, to Silvus' relief. He placed his white scaled satchel on the ground, which did carry the symbol for light, but no one understood it.
The green dragon began to remove his armor. Piece by piece his, silver armor was removed and placed carefully onto the armor stand, revealing his forest green scales. His chestplate was always the most difficult to remove. After a few minutes struggling to reach the straps, it came off, revealing his emerald green underbelly. I'll have to ask a blacksmith to redesign that, Silvus thought as he placed the chestplate carefully onto the stand.
Once all his armor was off, Silvus moved to a cauldron in the corner, that was almost always filled with freshwater, and took a quick drink. Then, he stared down at the rippling water at himself. Amethyst eyes staring right back at him. He ran his paw over his hornless head, remembering only for a moment, the pain of them being removed.
I've changed so much, was his only thought.
Silvus moved towards his bed and flopped down on it, closing his eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep almost instantly.
A groan escaped from the maw of a certain ebony dragoness as she awoke from a deep slumber. She was greeted with a headache shortly before it disappeared. She struggled to roll onto her underbelly until she was successful. Then she opened her emerald eyes to the surrounding area.
She was in a small grass field somewhere in the Valley of Avalar. A small river ran through the field of green, and several creatures were wandering the area. Across the river, a few meters from the riverbank, was a cave, big enough to hold two full grown dragons. It was a peaceful place, Cynder thought, untouched by war.
Cynder froze. War, Malefor, Spyro!
"Spyro!" She was on her paws immediately, searching for her comrade. She spread her wings to take off and search from above, only to see him lying on the ground, inches away from her. She sighed in relief.
Cynder nudged his head with her paw. "Spyro, wake up." She said softly.
Spyro groaned. "Five more minutes." The purple dragon rolled onto his side and covering his head with a wing.
Cynder frowned from his childish response and shook him lightly. "If you don't get up I'll dump you in the river, or maybe I'll just do it anyway." She said while smirking.
The purple dragon slowly turned his body until he was facing the dragoness. He face wore a challenging grin. "If you can catch me!" He said before jumping to his paws and took off .
Cynder rolled her eyes before giving chase. She gained on him quickly but intentionally slowed down. The two dragons happily ran around the field like hatchlings. They were free from their burden.
Their game came to an end quickly. Spyro's stride faltered for a moment and which costed his balanced. He fell face first, then rolled a couple feet before stopping, laying flat on the field on his back, his wings spread across the grass.
Cynder, however, didn't lose her balance, she slowed as Spyro rolled. As he stopped flat on his back, she jump to the side and angled herself to land next to the purple dragon. Close enough so that only the tips of their wings barely touched. Cynder stared at the brilliant blue sky, watching as large fluffy clouds float past.
"It's finally over." Spyro said suddenly.
"You did it." Cynder corrected.
Spyro met her gaze. "And I couldn't have done it without you." Cynder saw in his eyes that he truly meant it, so she smiled back, then returned her gaze to the sky.
"What now." Cynder muttered to herself.
Spyro looked at her. "We go home." Her emerald eyes met his amethyst.
"And where is that? I haven't had a home, ever."
"We will make a home at Warfang." Spyro said simply.
"I highly doubt that." Cynder replied. I wouldn't be accepted, she thought.
Spyro stared at Cynder looking at her with a scaly eyebrow raised. Cynder averted her gaze, almost as if Spyro was reading her mind. "They'll accept you, Cynder, I'll make sure of it."
Cynder forced a smile, knowing that the citizens of Warfang will not pardon her of her past. All the things she has done will never be forgiven by everyone, only those who would understand what happened to the black dragoness.
Her mind was brought to reality when Spyro spoke up. "We don't have to go back to Warfang, we could go anywhere else."
"We?" She said with a smirk.
Spyro titled his head. "What?"
Cynder rolled her eyes. "Nothing." She said rolling onto her paws to stand. "We'll go to Warfang." It was then that she noticed how exhausted Spyro was, which in return, made her realize how tired and weak she felt at the moment. "But first we should find some spirit gems."
The purple dragon sat on his hunches.. "I think I saw a small pile from where we woke up."
The pair made their way to the small pile of Spirit Gems, not caring where they came from but only that their exhaustion is being relieved.
As the sun set on the horizon, the sky was filled with brilliant colors of pink, orange, and yellow. A sunset in the Valley of Avalar is not one to miss, Cynder thought as she sat watching it. Once Spyro finished with his share of the Spirit Gems, he sat next to her, watching with her.