I of course do not own the Legend of Spyro trilogy in any way, I only own the general ideas for the Original Characters featured in this story.
Chapter 1
It's been six days since the world was torn apart and put back together, six days since the Belt of Fire circled the planet and threatened everything on it, six days, since the nineteen years of darkness and fear, had come to an end.
Three days ago, me and my mate left the cave we had been hiding in for almost ten years, I am Umbra, a Shadow dragoness, my scales are black, my belly is gray, and my eyes are green, I have a total of four horns, all four on the top of my head sweeping back, like a fair number of dragoness body types, I am rather lean and built for speed. My mate is Typhon, a Wind dragon, he is all shades of gray, and his eyes are bright yellow, he has six horns, two near his temples going from the top of his head back, two on the sides of his head twisting forward to near his mouth, a small one on his chin, and one at the back of his head, he is rather muscular, being built for endurance and strength.
We had been on the move most of the daylight the last three days, resting only when we were sure that nothing was following us, a necessary habit from the time that had only just gone.
Just when we settled down in a forest clearing for the night, I found myself thinking about our old home, our village, it was destroyed by an ape raid almost fourteen years ago, we had lost everything in an instant, and we weren't even there to do anything about it.
"Umbra, are you alright?" Typhon asked worriedly, pulling me close and breaking me out of my thoughts. "You're crying,"
"I am, I was just thinking about all that's happened," I answered, nuzzling into his chin, using his horn as a cradle for my snout. We stayed like that for a while, cuddling, nuzzling, and purring, until we heard something move in the bushes.
Almost instantly we were to our paws, some tangling notwithstanding, I could feel Typhon's wind pushing at me as I extended my shadow towards the sound.
What stepped into the clearing made me falter somewhat. A cheetah, young, bow in hand, arrow nocked and aimed at us, probably was on his first hunt, possibly even before the Destroyer's path finished, his hands were shaking, either fear or exertion, I wasn't sure.
"W-who are you, what are you doing here?" The cheetah stammered out at us.
"Calm down, we're just resting here for the night," I assured him, putting more extension on my shadow, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"These are our lands, just go away!" He yelled out, about to loose his arrow.
Just as I was about to attempt to restrain the youngling, "Tarkal, enough!" a voice called from behind the cheetah, almost instantly he stopped aiming at us, arms falling to his side, and remaining draw planting the arrow lightly into the ground. As the owner of the voice approached, the young one turned towards it, and from the edge of the forest came a much taller, darker furred cheetah with a scowl on his face.
"Father, these trespassers!" Argued the young one, now known to be Tarkal, gesturing to us as we quieted our elements.
"You leave them to me, now return to the village, immediately," Commanded Tarkal's father, which elicited some minor protests for Tarkal until he found they were pointless. Once Tarkal was back into the forest, his father approached us, picking up the arrow from the dirt, demeanor lighter now.
"I trust my son has not harmed you," The cheetah said stopping not far from us, "He is overly eager to prove himself capable,"
"No, we are fine, though had you not appeared, I would have been more afraid for him, than us," Typhon explained, "Umbra is not known for holding back when pushed," He said, resulting in a glance and a light full body shove into his side from me.
"I'm not sure whether or not to be glad or worried about that," Tarkal's father noted, "In any case, I do not believe you to be evil, you are welcome to stay in our village for the night, under watch of course,"
"Likely warm building, and security, after being out here for as long as us, you start to crave stuff like that, I accept if you do," I commented, looking up at Typhon who nodded.
"Great, it is just this way," The cheetah said starting off in the direction he came.
During the walk, we introduced ourselves, and he did Tarkal, and himself as Marata, just when he finished his introduction, we reached the village, a fair sized one on a small plateau, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of village life again.
Well, Chapter 1 done, do let me know what you think, I'm looking to improve in any way I can, also, the name, summary, and image are all WIP. Edit, I've thought through the events I have planned, and took a look through another explanation of genres, and fixed things.