A Son

Spyro lay on his side, chest heaving in and out slowly. His nerves had been on edge ever since Cynder declared her pregnancy to him. It made him happy to know he had chosen a mate so confident and brave that she could just outright tell him something so important. He opened his trembling eyes and saw Cynder's enlarged smooth pink belly supporting his resting chin. The purple dragon smiled with pride and anxiety as his eyes rolled slowly upwards to meet with her's. Cynder, the love of his life, was about to give birth to his son. His heir.

"What should we name him?" He asked, joy filling every word that escaped his lips.

Cynder giggled, "Oh Spyro, how are you so sure that it's a boy?"

Spyro looked back down at her belly and grinned, "Instincts my love."

"Well... How about Spenit?"

Spyro's eyes once again rolled up to meet with her's, "I think that's a wonderful decision. Spenit."

This time, both Spyro and Cynder looked down at her underbelly, "Our little Spenit." Whispered Cynder, smiling the biggest smile she had ever smiled.

Five months after his mom had successfully laid his egg and fifteen years after it broke open, Spenit was ready to go to dragon school. He was a strong, well-built dragon, with forest green scales and a bright yellow underbelly that shone like the sun in the light. Dark black spikes trailed down his spine, and his yellow horns curved backwards towards his tail which had a two-pronged hook naturally attached. It wasn't as odd as you'd think for him to be born with such a different color scheme than his parents, since a purple dragon 'is' only born once every ten generations.

The first couple of months were quite unpleasant for the little dragon. He was expected by his teachers and peers to be the kind of heroes his mother and father were. Problem was, he wasn't ready to become a hero yet.

It wasn't until his first graduation that his life started to take a different, much more exciting path.

Spenit was padding along to the selection offices in the heart of the school, utterly exhausted from all the work he put into preparing the graduation party. He saw a couple walk past, tails entwined, and sighed deeply. Entering the selection office, Spenit was greeted by the receptionist, "Hello Spenit, what do you need?"

"I'm here to check up on my registration for the job as a courier?" He said weakly, "Have... Have any results come back yet?"

The blue female receptionist looked at Spenit with pity, "No, I'm sorry Spenit. But I'm sure they'll accept you, I mean, you 'are' Spyro's son after all right?"

The green dragon sighed and turned out the door, "Thanks anyway." He was about halfway to the exit when an orange blur suddenly slammed into him, knocking him flat on his ass, "Hey what the fu- Oh wow..." Spenit's anger quickly faded as he gazed upon the most amazingly beautiful dragoness he had ever seen.

"Oh I'm so sorry, are you okay? I shouldn't have been running that fast, I hope you're okay..." She seemed to have the same opinion of him, as her words slowly faded from her mouth.

It took a few seconds of awkward silence to convince one of them to speak, "Uh, I'm- I'm fine. Are you okay though? You sure hit me pretty hard... Yet you seem to still be standing..." Stumbled Spenit, still unable to get over the haze fogging up his thoughts.

She shook her head, "Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine. My power is telekinesis you see, so it shielded me from the impact." A short laugh was ended as soon as it began out of nervousness.

Spenit's eyes were having a field day. Her shiny orange scales caught his attention the most, but her most defining feature was probably the deep red in her wings and rouge that colored her perfectly curved horns. Needless to say, Spenit found himself slightly turned on. He hid it with a small shift of his leg placement after standing up, "Well, um... If you're not busy later... Could I maybe treat you to dinner uh..."

She caught on, "Oh, Carrie. My name's Carrie." Carrie smiled warmly.

"Okay Carrie," Spenit shared the cheerful smile, "will you allow me to buy you dinner?"

She nodded, possibly unable to ever stop smiling as long as she was around him or thought of him, "It would be my pleasure."

And so, Carrie and Spenit parted ways, eager for that fateful night that would change Spenit's boring life forever.

"Is the prisoner ready for another round of interrogation?" A huge mean looking black dragon asked an unrecognizable figure cloaked in shadows. They both stood on what appeared to be an old altar, created hundreds of years before the beginning of dragons. Anything around the altar was cloaked in darkness since there was only one light, and it hung from chains directly above the ancient place of worship.

The shadowed figure chuckled deeply, then replied in an equally deep voice, "Yes master. His wounds have just finished healing."

"Excellent."