Hi I will not bother making too many more authors notes. I know it has been two years but eh I miss the nostalgia ;_; I hope you enjoy reading and I hope some of you may still rate it :)

Spyro hauled himself upwards. He opened his eyes slowly; his vision shaking like the waves of the ocean. His whole body ached, from the very edge of his tail to the pointed end of his horns. He looked over himself; his whole body was covered in little scratches. Bruises were abundant, and more serious wounds ripped only through his torso. Spyro looked down slowly. Bodies littered the thin, bloody soil. The grass had been scorched and trampled; just like those fighting on itself. So many bodies, covering the vast plains for miles. He tried not to remember the smiling faces of those on the floor, nor their screams before they had fallen.

Spyro stood in a combat stance, tears dripping down the side of his face; from the pain or the emotions, he did not know. He did not care which. All that matters now, is if he can emerge victorious…

Days earlier…

Spyro woke up slowly. He looked around his small, warm beige-coloured room. His bed was the heart of his room; with a balcony to the left and the two doors to the right; one leading to a tiled bathroom, and the other to the main hallway of his dormitory.

"Get up breakfast was served five minutes ago!" Said a frustrated, mildly high pitched voice.

"Coming" Replied Spyro. He stared out the window for just a few seconds and gazed down upon the beautiful city; dragons roamed around the city, moving into and out of buildings, playing on the grass and chowing down on their breakfast. Everyone was happy and peaceful, living their daily lives; the colours of the dragons were vibrant, and the orange glow of the sun gleamed off of the very surface of the city, leaving beautiful shadows all over the square spyro looked upon. He smiled gently, feeling the life of the city.

"Spyro, hurry up! How damn long does it take for you to open a door?!" Said the same voice, along with violent bashes coming from the door.

"I'm coming calm down!" Replied Spyro again. He opened the door, and saw a light yellow dragon with an orange underbelly and darker yellow stripes shaped like lightning across his body. The inside of his wings were a vibrant orange, with the wing membrane being an even brighter yellow. His eyes were a beautiful shade of orange, mixed with a slight tinge of red.

"Hey Stripes, sorry about sleeping this late"

Stripes store into Spyro's eyes. "You sure you are alright? Are you getting enough sleep?" Replied stripes. Spyro was a little shocked, expecting him to be more annoyed.

"I think so - how does 8 hours sound?"

"So there really was a reason for you to sleep in then huh…" Stripes rushed down the corridor. "Comon, we've gotta hurry!"

Spyro followed after stripes, barely being able to keep up with him. Dragons jumped out the way as stripes came barreling towards them down the corridor, like an arrow released from a pulled back bow.

Eventually (after leaving a few annoyed dragons behind) Stripes ground to a halt. Spyro almost smashed straight into the back of him, but managed to ground to a perfect stop just millimeters before. They were in the canteen, which was really just a hall for eating in. It had a solid wooden floor, with high stone walls that eventually joined together at the ceiling, creating a very cosy atmosphere. Tables and seats were lined up in rows, and a counter was at the other end, filled with great-smelling-not-so-tasting food.

"There you are" Called a high pitched female voice. "Where were you? It's not like stripes to miss a meal"

"It's all this guy's fault" Stripes said quickly. "Anyway, would love to talk but i'm missing out on a very important meal so i'll be back in a minute" He dashed away quickly, like his life depended on it.

"Hey Ava, sorry about sleeping in, I guess I forgot what time it was"

"It's ok, but please, try to be on time tomorrow" Ava said, clearly concerned about him. She has a light blue underbelly, with a dark blue hide. She had a couple of light blue spots dotted over her. Her wings were a deep purple, with bright light blue membranes. She looked pretty attractive overall.

"I will" Spyro looked around. "Have you seen Cynder anywhere?"

"No, I think she's in the training room" Replied Ava. "I wish she would talk to us though. She barely ever eats with us these days"

"Thanks, I'll go talk to her. Maybe she just doesn't feel hungry" Said Spyro.

"What about your food though?" Said Stripes, startling Spyro briefly. Spyro, however, had become used to this slowly over time, since it became one of Stripes' usual tricks.

"Stripes, you have to stop doing that… but anyway I'm not too hungry"

"Alright, well Seeya later" Said Stripes, as he stuffed his mouth with food. He sat down next to Ava and continued to devour the large plate of food he had brought with him.

Spyro walked along the corridor quitely. Although Spyro had settled into his new home quite well, Cynder had not been so lucky. The dragon's still had not accepted her, even though she was no different to them. They still feel somewhat wary of her, and some even fear her, even though without her Spyro never would have won the final battle against Malefor. But they hear what they want to hear, hence ignoring that fact.

Spyro opened the training room's door quietly. Ava was correct, Cynder was there. However, she was not alone.

"How did her fighting skills beat Malefor? I mean look at this" Scoffed an older, more brutish dragon. He had a light beige underbelly, with a dark brown body. He had stubby little dark brown wings, with dark green membranes. Although his wings were small, the strength of them were amazing, since he was able to fly for over 3 hours straight without a rest, even a feat that Spyro had struggled to do.

"Hi Cynder" Called Spyro. He ignored the brutish dragon, and his friends.

"Look! Her boyfriend has come to save her" The brutish dragon's friends laughed snobbishly, and walked past spyro, barging into him as they left. Cynder store solemnly towards the test dummy she had been training on seconds before.

"Hi Spyro" Said Cynder quietly. "You don't need to be here, you know"

"Well I want to train too" Said Spyro. He flew over to the training dummy next to Cynder.

Both of the dragons fought in silence for a few minutes, with only the sound of their yells as their hits collided with the dummies echoing throughout the massive room. The room had 20 dummies in it, each one approximately 5 metres apart from each other/

"So do you want to talk about it?" Said Spyro, as he slashed the dummy in front of him.

Cynder let loose a volley of poison towards the dummy (which was surprisingly elementally resistant) "There is nothing to talk about" She said stubbornly. Suddenly, her stomach made a small earthquake inside of herself, which was just loud enough for Spyro to pick up on.

"Shall we go have something to eat?" Asked Spyro casually.

"Sure, I am quite hungry" She clutches her stomach gently. She had not eaten anything the night before either; since she had been too busy practising.

Spyro walked alongside Cynder. "So Cynder, Ava and Stripes were worried about you"

"Well I did say hello to them" Replied Cynder. "But if I really worried them, then sure I'll stay around for a bit, I did miss you" She blushed slightly, but it was hardly noticeable.

"Thanks that would be great" Replied Spyro.

They eventually made it to the canteen, however it was too late. The door was locked and no one was inside.

"Damn" Cursed Spyro. Cynder's stomach grumbled again, as if to show its discontent at this fate.

"Lets just go to class Spyro" Said Cynder, slightly frustrated at the fact that it closed.

"Wait we still have fifteen minutes before class, we can buy some food from the outside"

"I don't think we have enough time" Said Cynder. She blushed slightly again. "Thanks for the thought though"

Spyro looked at Cynder, then out the wide open double front doors of the massive school.

"Wait here a minute" Said Spyro quickly. He sprinted away, not giving Cynder even a second to stop him. He soared through the middle of the courtyard, which was filled with colourful flours, ranging from red to bright yellow. The layout of the courtyard was very orderly, with a big circular flower bed in the middle, with red flowers in the middle slowly fading into yellow flowers on the outside. The rest of the courtyard was made up of either bright green grass with the occasional tree, or small wooden benches. He flew straight past all this, completely ignoring the scenery below him, and rushed towards the nearest store.

He returned to Cynder only 5 minutes later, with his arms overloaded with food.

"Spyro" Cynder giggled slightly. "Thanks, but you didn't have to"

"It's alright I was hungry too" Spyro took a massive bite just as he said that, the last few words he said barely being heard over his load crunching. Cynder just laughed, and the two of them walked down the wooden corridors towards the classroom…

At an Unknown location, at the same time…

The huge commander stared down towards his comrades, as they marched slowly through the forest. They were all thirsty for blood, thirsty for fighting. They missed the sounds of their fallen enemies, and decided that today was the time that they would hear them, even if they were not meant to be fighting on the front lines…

They stopped just at the very edge of the forest, hiding behind large trees; a dragon village was visible. It was quite a large village, with maybe at least one hundred or so dragons there, mainly females and children. The men were mainly out gathering food or working; this was the perfect opportunity.

"CHARGE!" Cried the ape commander, and all of a sudden an entire 2000-strong army of apes charge out from their forest hiding spots. The few dragons on guard duty were instantly annihilated from the first painful volley of arrows, whilst the pike-wielding apes charged forth.

The ape archers reloaded their arrows almost instantly, this time with a burning red fire arrow. The fire arrows burned through the sky like little missiles of death raining onto the village below. Dragons were set on fire; so we're buildings. It was a massacre.

Screaming could be heard for miles from the village, as the buildings begun to burn to the ground. Many dragon bodies littered the soil, with limited ape casualties. Only a few managed to escape, with most of them dying or fighting futily. The apes roared in triumph, as they thrust their spears into the startled defenders.

"OVER HERE WERE BEING FLANKED!" Called the watch duty commander. He had only 20 dragon's left alive. He was trying frantically to order his dragons whilst fighting, but that was proving to be a difficult task.

"WE NEED TO BUY AS MUCH TIME AS POSSIBLE FOR THE ESCAPE!" He thrusted himself through the air, ripping through two apes on the way with his massive claws. He breathed a massive, scorching fire cloud to the others, forcing them to move back.

Things were going well, although there had been many, many loses. The women which were not able to fight and the children were escaping quickly, with most of them gone. He felt relieved; he saw his mate flying away with their child.

Things were definitely going well, until a massive volley of arrows came soaring through the are.

"BRACE YOURSELVES! FIND COVER!" Ordered the commander. He ducked behind the cover of a nearby rock, expecting most of the arrows to come his way. However, the arrows were on a trajectory far higher than towards them; they were aimed towards the fleeing dragons.

"NOO!" The commander watched painfully as his mate was hit with 6 of those arrows; she fell out of the sky like a stone plummeting to earth. She screamed in pain, and the child in her arms cried out for her

"DAMNIT! RETREAT" He ordered his remaining forces; the village was lost. Their homes that they had worked so hard to build had all been destroyed, but that was far less important than their lives.

He sprinted towards his mate. She lied almost motionless on the floor. "KATE! KATE!" Screamed the commander. He picked her up, the child as well, and flew away. Kate kissed him gently on the chest.

"everything will be ok... " She said, as her eyes slowly closed for the last time. Tears streamed down the child and the commander's cheeks. The commander looked towards the sky and screamed in anguish. Too many had died in that small village, families had been broken, lives destroyed. He blamed himself for the failure, even though he knew deep inside, that he wasn't to blame; but then again, who would he blame, if not himself.

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