Hello my minions! Now I know I said I would finish the story of the sequel, but I couldn't think of any good way to continue at all. You may see it differently I am well aware of that. But for mine and your own sanity I'll try to finish Fires Flame as best as I can while I revamp the first story; TTF2DF. Now since I DO have spring break (Started today) I will be able to write much more then I could before. I'll try to get one chapter in a day, possibly two- but no promises.

Now, behold the re-vamped, re-imagined; uh…re-newed... Yeah I ruined it, just look down there.

A sun floating over the horizon, showing its glorious light on a flourishing forest of trees and jagged mountains, was met by two familiar dragons.

"I can't believe it's been just over a whole decade since we beat him, can you even believe it's been THAT long?" a black dragoness said. She looked at her soon-to-be mate, named Spyro. He was a large, muscular purple dragon; born once every eon. He had golden and orange wings with a crest going down to the tip of his tail the same color. Spyros lavender eyes looked back to Cynder, a black dragoness that had magenta wings and a silver scythe tipped tail. Her green eyes looked so calm and tranquil, such unlike a decade ago where they were filled with agony from the war and knowing the Dark Master made her do terrible things. But now she was finally over that.

"Huh, yeah. It's been so long," he smiled at her, but suddenly a growling emerged from Cynder. She flushed with a little embarrassment and her cheeks turned a tiny bit red, "looks like some ones a little hungry. I'll be back in a little bit with something, okay?" he playfully laughed.

"Don't be foolish, I can get my own food; thank-you-very-much~" she grinned in a matter of fact tone.

"Hmm, but you might be too tired, I think I'll get something instead," he started to walk into the trees.

"*Sigh* here he goes again, being the big brave hero by bringing food… again. Come to think of it- when WAS the last time I hunted? It has to be at least a few months! I'm going to get some food before he does, then I'll prove I can take care of myself; food wise of course." Cynder thought. She ran into the trees only a few minutes after Spyro had left, but he was already far from her.

After a couple of tens of minutes, maybe 20 or so, Spyro had started to get frustrated; but alas a snap of a twig caught his attention.

"I hear you my little dinner…" he crouched down to the ground, as to make as little sound as possible. He heard another snap of a twig and in an instant he leapt towards the sound. Now usually he'd be happy that he caught something by only sound. But unfortunately for him, it wasn't any ordinary sheep or deer he'd wish he'd caught.

"Spyro, I know it's been many, many years. But this is a little too much of a welcome; friend," a cheetah groaned.

"Hunter? Oh I'm so sorry; you see a certain dragoness is a tiny bit hungry. So letting her starve to death would not be the best of options for me, heh heh," Spyro said getting off hunter and watched as hunter cracked his back since he landed flat on a rock.

"Oh trust me, Spyro. I know how she feels," Hunter sighed.

"Huh, you need food? You're welcome to stay the night with us if you'd like," Spyro replied.

"If you can fit Avalar in it with you, I'd been even happier," Hunter looked down; sitting down on the rock he had landed on.

"What do you mean? Avalar is starving? Why?" Spyro was now wondering just how peaceful this world really was now. He and Cynder had killed Malefor, right? Even if he came back they surely would have known about it quickly.

"Well, I know what you're thinking right now. No; the Dark Master had not escaped his crystal prison to my knowledge. But right now we are in a bit of a crisis," hunter kicked a small pebble into a nearby tree- watching it tumble back down to the cold dirt.

"What crisis? Spyro was starting to worry now. If not Malefor, then what could be wrong?

"How can I put this in a simple term… Well, you see, a few weeks ago something happened. We kept seeing these large explosions miles away from our village. But we didn't know what was about to happen. We should have prepared…" Hunter held his head in his paws.

"Explosions, only weeks ago, and prepared for what?" he started to yell. Just what in the name of god was going on around here?

"I don't even know that much about it. But what I DO know is that another war has begun." Hunter sighed through his paws.

"A war? Between you and what?" Spyro exclaimed.

"I couldn't tell much of it. But there were these two legged figures with two arms. They had armor that radiated with darkness and their eyes blood red. But there was another group; just the opposite. They wore shining pure white armor with a welcoming feel to it. The two, they were fighting against each other. They both had thousands of troops. But they didn't fight with just swords. They had magic, almost like the magic you have; but they also had these things. It was a pretty straight wooden thing, that when they did something smoke came out of it. But when you looked over to where he aimed you saw the person he aimed at fall. It's probably some high-tech bow of some sort. But aside from that, we were somehow drawn into it, and so were all of the countries that were our allies. Which is pretty much… all of them," Hunter finished his dreadful story.