Warfang the dragon capital of the world was a bustling hub of commerce and culture between dragons, moles, and in the recent years the cheetahs have also joined in and have been valuable assets to Warfang's economy and defense. Not that there has been any need for it to be defended. Not since the war ended five years ago, and thanks to the actions of two young hero's the world that was once engulfed in chaos and misery is now living in an age of peace and prosperity.
Everyone rejoiced when they realized that there two saviors, Spyro the purple dragon of legend, as well as Cynder the former terror of the skies had succeeded in ridding the world of the dark master once and for all. Sadly though their joy was short lived when only one of the heroes returned. Cynder had returned to warfang after a couple of months hoping that Spyro had had beat her there. When she was told otherwise she burst into tears on the spot, and locked herself away so tight that not even the guardians could get through to her.
It took a whole week for Cynder to be able to say two words to them, but when she did she told the most incredible story anyone had ever heard. She spoke about the ring of fire, Ignitus' sacrifice, the final fight against Malefor, what Spyro did when the world was about to end, and of how she woke up in a field miles away from warfang with Spyro nowhere in sight. The losses of both Ignitus and Spyro saddened them all, but none more than Sparks Spyro's dragonfly brother who had grown up with him since they were both babies. After he heard the story he simply vanished without a word, and no one not even his parents has seen him in the last five years.
Though everyone was saddened by the losses of two of their greatest heroes, and friends. They all decided that instead of mourning them they should celebrate them. And so they marked the day, on which Cynder had returned till the day she finally told her story, and turned it into a week of celebration and remembrance. Everyone called it The New Dawn. And now The New Dawn was once again nearing, and everyone was getting excited for it. Everyone that is except Cynder. While the past four New Dawn festivals were fun with all the singing, and dancing, as well all the feasting they did, and a bunch of other things. She just couldn't bring herself to celebrate. Many understood why she was like this. It was because to her all this week reminded her of was the two friends she had lost, and of the confession she made to Spyro in those last moments.
"I love you." She mumbled to herself while looking out the window of her room. Every time she thought of him, every time she saw the statue the guardians put up to honor him, and every time she saw him in her dreams those word just came out subconsciously. This time it was one of the helmets that Spyro had worn when the two of them were chained together.
Apparently the guardians had sent out search parties for them when they failed to return right away after the dark master's defeat. They hadn't returned until a couple weeks after Cynder, and that helmet was all they could find. Given what she went through with Spyro. They believed that she should have it. The condition it was in definitely shows how much damage it took over the course of their journey together. Each scratch, each dent or chip had a story of its own. It was in such bad condition that the color could no longer be seen, but she still knew which one it was. The metal fins on top though badly damaged themselves gave it away. Where once this helm was a beautiful gold with a green trim. It was now little more than rust and scratches. Still she cherished it all the same, because it was the only thing she had left of him. It was the only thing she had left of the only one she had ever loved.
She picked it up off its pedestal, and turned it towards her so that if there was someone in it the wearer would be staring right at her. As she stared at it she remembered the last time she saw his eyes in it. She remembered how she told him how scared she was, and of how he comforted her as she had done so not to long before when Ignitus died. Spyro's eyes were also filled with fear, but also sadness no doubt over Ignitus, but there was also what looked like compassion and maybe even… love? That thought brought tears to her eyes more than any other. She hated that she never found out if he loved her back or maybe if he even heard her confession. If he had just told her how he felt she could have lived a happy life, but sadly that never happened and for the last five years it's been tormenting her.
As she cried she failed to notice the persistent knocking at her door or when a large yellow dragon came into her room. She did take notice when a large paw grabbed her and held her close to the bigger dragon's chest. She looked up, and with tear filled eye recognized the face of Volteer the guardian of electricity. He looked down at her with sorrowful eyes. He to mourned Spyro as well as Ignitus even more so this time of year, but as with the other guardians he acted tough and tried not to show it so much."Young Cynder why do you weep so?" He asked her, though he already knew the answer. It was like this every year with her. What was meant to be a time celebration for others, was a time of sorrow her and the guardians."I…" was all she said before biting her lower lip."You What?" Asked Volteer with genuine concern. She looked down for a moment wondering if she should tell him what was on her mind. She had never told anyone about her feelings for Spyro, but Volteer and the rest of the guardians were her friends and would never look down on her no matter what."Ok" she said deciding to tell him. "Back when the world was about to fall apart, and when Spyro was trying to stop it. I told him something personal.""And what might that be young one?" Volteer asked her."I-I…" she burst into tear while reliving the memory she was about to convey to the electric guardian. "I told him I love him, b-but he never replied back to me" she practically shouted between sobs. "I-it's not the fact that he's gone that makes me sad. I cherish the times w-we s-spent together, but what I can't stand is…""Not knowing" Volteer surmised interrupting her. All Cynder could do was nod into his chest confirming what he just said.
Volteer and Cynder sat there for what felt like hours. Until Cynder finally cried herself to sleep. As Volteer picked her up and carried her to her bed. He noticed that she was holding Spyro's old helmet. He tried to take it from her to put it back on its pedestal, but she wouldn't let go of it just like she wouldn't let go of the dragon it once belonged to. Sighing in defeat Volteer elected to let her keep it and trotted out of the room saddened by the whole scene that had just taken place. As he reached the door he turned to Cynder a final time before turning, and saying "I'm sure he felt the same way" to the sleeping Cynder and wandered away leaving her to her lonesome.
***meanwhile***
In a land far away from the dragon city a lone dragon was standing in the mouth of a dark cave holding the carcass of a dead rabbit in his claws. He took a deep breath in before spitting out a ball of fire into the back of the cave setting a pyre alight with roaring flames illuminating the caves rocky walls, and revealing a bed made out of grass, a pile of red spirit gems, as well as an incomplete set of armor. As the dragon stepped into the light revealing his royal purple scales and many battle scars he immediately began to skin and cook the rabbit in his claws. Once he was finished with his meal he just sat there on his makeshift bed looking at the armor that hung on the cave wall. He had long since out grown it but still kept it, because he knew if he could find the missing piece of the gold and green armor maybe he could find out about his past. For years now the young dragon had been plagued with amnesia with little to no memories as to who he was. The only thing he could remember was an angelic voice saying only three worlds to him. "I love you" he heard the voice play back in his mind leaving him to ask "who loves me?" That question lingered in his mind until he rested his weary eyes and went to sleep.