Before you begin to read this story, ask yourself this question, for it's the same thing that inspired me to make this story.

Why aren't there any love stories that contain lemons, purely for the sake of love? They always go overboard and blow or suck on each other and just flat out make me sick. Are there any good, clean, heartfelt love scenes in these archives?

Well, my answer is…not that I've ever seen. Each one I've ever come across always makes me throw up a little because of the actions they do and the way in which they do it. Especially when it comes to The Guardians, they always seem to be gay towards each other. I'm not trying to say these authors that create these stories are idiots, but I just wished there was some straight, full heart lemons here. And so the idea was founded, and this story was made. Enjoy, remember, everything here is straight, clean as possible, and was made purely as a one of a kind story.

Age of Life

By MyWayWriter (a.k.a. Joei)

Chapter 1

Start of Something

"The Council recognizes the voice of Spyro…" Said Terrador in his deep, earth-bound voice; the entire room Spyro and Cynder stood in was filled with moles, dragons, and cheetahs up to the brim. The whole room was shaped like an amphitheater, but with a closed roof, four windows in a cross shape along the sides of the very top walls, and seats lining the circular shape of the high. The Guardians sat at the very top near the new mole governor of Warfang and were discussing plans for the future of the city, and for the realm.

"Thank you Terrador…" Spyro said and stepped out onto the open area where everyone in the circular room could see him. "I know that many of us have lost friends, family, and loves during this struggle with Malefor, but Cynder and I have witnessed firsthand his defeat, and we can both assure you he is gone. In this act, I hope we all can simply move forward, and actually live our lives. We can start families, raise children, and help cultivate new lands for a prosperous future. Some of us, including myself, will surely have a hard time letting go of what has happened, for the scars of this war will remain with us forever. But what we forget is scars heal with time, though they may never fade away, after a time we forget about them, and focus our efforts on something bigger than ourselves. It's then, and only then, that we as living beings, dragon, cheetah, or mole alike, can finally come together and see the real battle, not in the field with bloodshed and death, but within our own walls and home, trying to make the realm better, one piece at a time."

"We acknowledge your claim young dragon…" The governor said to Spyro after his monologue, "But what of those who survived? How will they comply?"

"That's exactly it sir…they survived. That's gives them the freedom, the privilege, to explore and live in this pure new world. I was lucky to have survived myself, and so is Cynder…" He said looking back to her, and she smiled. After their small glances of acceptance, Spyro turned back around and continued, "We now have the right to be who we are, and move forward in the same direction."

"And where do you plan on going?" Cyril asked.

"I'm the Purple Dragon…my work shall never be done. It's my job to remain the peace-keeper of the world, and allow it harmony." Spyro said up to the Ice Guardian.

"But was it not you who just said to settled down and enjoy life?" The governor said down to the young dragon.

"This is what all of you should do…I personally still have much I need to do. But luckily for me, I've got the two best companions in all of the realms to help me through them." With that, Cynder walked out to Spyro's side and stood there, proud and strong. Sparx also flew in and hovered next to Spyro's head. "This is what I ask of you…" He said to the Council after he acknowledged the presences of his love, and his best friend beside him. "All of you must keep the motion of the world going, stay strong, and do your job by training the next generation. I have nothing more to say…farewell." Spyro concluded and turned around and walked out of the building with Cynder and Sparx.

Following his exit, the entire audience of his speech began to talk amongst themselves. Some agreed, while others debated whether the struggle was truly over. It was a few minutes before anyone spoke out, and that someone was Cyril. "Perhaps the young one speaks the truth…" And everyone was silenced and listened to the Guardian, who hadn't moved and still remained in his spot in the high rows. "Maybe the time has finally come for us to lay down our arms and keep pace with the world and the way it was meant to be. The natality rate of this city has drastically declined in the past three years, most likely out of fear. The next generation must be born before it's taught, and I mean this in the most professional way…but we as adults are the ones responsible for this. Should we give up this, and the fear of death will only further plague the minds of civilians who refused to bring a child into this world." Everyone was nodding their heads, and Terrador spoke next.

"I agree will you old friend, but what is one to do when fighting and war is all they know? They'd feel left out, misplaced even, and have no intentions of settling down and starting a family." Volteer listened to everyone, and finally spoke in turn.

"I say we must make them see the dark times have passed. For as we all know, with each new age, a new Chronicler is chosen to record the triumphs and failures of that new age. If what Spyro spoke is true, let us ensure that peace, joy, and laughter are all this new Chronicler has to write down in the books. Any act of violent shall be dealt with as a guard, not as a punishment. As we all know what happens when punishments get to a young one's head." Volteer was referring to when the Council banished Malefor as a punishment for his refusal to stop fueling his power.

"It's decided…from now on…" The governor began, "The next generation shall be a peaceful one, and every crime or harsh act will be acted upon in a tender manner, and no punishments will be given as a form of torment. All in favor of this notion please qualify by saying 'Aye'…" And the entire room rose with members raising their hands and the sound of the word 'Aye' echoed throughout the world chamber.

"Aye…" Said Cyril,

"Aye…" Said Terrador,

"And aye as well…" Volteer stuttered out.

"It's decided then…" And this was the last thing the governor said. The decision was made and the Council was dismissed.

Outside, Spyro, Cynder and Sparx awaited the arrival of the Guardians from the meeting, hoping in his words, he spoke truth and that they listened to him. It was a bright day in the new world; no one was panicking, screaming, or fighting another person. Spyro looked around and felt at ease, for the hard part of his life was over, and the exciting part, filled with love, growth, and comfort was on the way.

"Seems that our job isn't over…" He said to his two others. "Where should we start?"

"I think we should get something to eat! I'm so hungry I could eat those butterflies from the bog again, even though they make me belch." Sparx hadn't changed, even after his near death experience. Yet, through it all, no one wanted Sparx to.

"Oh Sparx…" Spyro said and shook his head with a smile, he then turned to Cynder, "What do you think?" But she was looking up at the blue sky, and Spyro looked to see what she was looking at. As he looked in the same direction as her, he noticed a mother dragon and two hatchlings flying together. The hatchlings looked very young, this must've been the first time they flew, and their mother was right there with them.

"There's only two…" Cynder spoke softly, "They must have been the only ones who hatched from their clutch. That's so sad…thinking, four or five young dragons, who broke their mother and father's hearts without even being born. Motionless eggs that'll never move again and all because of what…? Fear…" Spyro walked over to Cynder's side and laid down next to her, wrapping his tail around hers and placing one of his forefeet on hers, and making her turn her head towards his.

"Don't worry, I know that isn't going to happen anymore. Everyone will have a full nest…even us one day…" He said with his heart on his sleeve, and Cynder smiled and leaned her head, and they kissed, only for a brief moment, but a kiss is still a kiss. Sparx saw and smiled, but covered his eyes nonetheless.

The sound of the creaking doors behind them alerted them to someone coming from inside. Spyro and Cynder stood up and turned around to see the three guardians walking into the sunlight. Terrador came forth, "We've approved of your plan Spyro, they've decided to act as you've instructed. Violence will be dealt with calmly and carefully, and the next generation shall be trained accordingly and with care."

Spyro and Cynder smiled, and Sparx flew over near Spyro's head and just stayed there, waiting for the pristine moment to speak. Spyro himself, however, looked to the Guardians as if they had missed his point. "Terrador…you don't understand." Spyro said to them, and each of them looked confused. "I was directing this path to the three of you. The war is over, your jobs as generals and leaders are no longer required. If this world is going to share in peace, everyone must be at ease, especially the three of you."

"But what about you Spyro…?" Volteer chimed in, "You said it yourself, the work of a Purple Dragon is never finished. How can you be at ease? How can you settle down and start a family?" This only made Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx laugh, but it seemed the Guardians took it seriously.

"Volteer…I'm only 13…I've got my whole life ahead of me. Yes, there will be many days I have no time to myself, but I know I'll make the time for family. I know I'll have one someday, and I would want the same for the three of you." Spyro was being sincere, Cynder was his love, his mate-to-be, and the one he'd have a family with in the future, but by dragon years, Spyro was still far too young to have to worry or even think about starting a family, even if he was lucky enough to find the one at such an early age. Cynder knew this was true too, she also felt that starting a family now would be too sudden.

"Having children now…" Cynder started after Spyro, "It would only be a hassle for us. We want to explore, and enjoy our love first, then, when we're older and ready, there's no doubt you'll see eggs in our care."

"Of course…" Spyro looked at her and said, she was thinking exactly what he was, "But you three…" He continued and directed his attention back to the Guardians, "You three are adults, and all you've ever done your whole lives is train to fight. Haven't you ever wonder what it's like to wake up in the morning with another dragon next to you? One you can share everything with, and tell all your secrets too? And one who loves you like she's loved nothing else?" The Guardians searched their minds for what it might be like, but Cynder came through once more.

"Terrador…you've told us that you trained like an animal as long as you can remember. During that time…was there anyone who made you feel different inside? Someone that you felt you could lay down your life for?"

"I spent all my years in solitude training and fighting with my fellow Guardians, I never knew any other females but my Mother and some other students." Spyro noticed a main problem in Terrador's love history, and he held onto the thought. Cynder then seemed disappointed by Terrador's answer, but turned to Cyril.

"What about you Cyril? Has there been anyone?" She asked.

"Well…I'm afraid I must stand by most of what Terrador said, but I was constantly sent to the market to get goods as I was a fast flyer during my youth. There were always young females that made me turn my head, but I was forbidden to speak to them." Spyro then spotted Cyril's main problem. After that, Cynder turned to Volteer.

"And you…?"

"I had a Mother and Father, plus a sister I lived with before I went to the temple, but there just doesn't seem to be anyone like them anymore. I never sought love because I felt a female wouldn't show the same love and affection my family did." And that was Volteer's problem.

"I see now…" Spyro spoke up. "Terrador…the reason you can't find the will power to go and look for a mate is because all you know is fighting and teaching. You ate, breathed, and smelled battle growing up, therefore it left its mark on you." Volteer then remembered Terrador's comment back in the meeting.

"So you mean to tell me that you asked that question about war for your own sake?" Terrador sheepishly nodded his head, sort of embarrassed.

"Well…" Cynder started, "You need to run into a woman who has had a life of battle as well, but is still loose and playful enough to see the bright side of life." Spyro nodded in approval.

Sparx jumped in next, for he had also spotted Cyril's problem. "Hey Cyril…" And everyone looked at him, "I noticed that you said, 'in my youth', dude…come on…compared to most dragons around this city you're still young. If you think that you're old, you have another thing coming. And so what if you never had any practice speaking to the ladies? Take it from me watching Spyro talk to Cynder, they're not looking for a smooth talker or a real womanizer, they just want a good guy they know has a good heart." Spyro and Cynder looked to each other and stared into their eyes, Sparx was right, Spyro never tried to charm her once the whole time they'd known each other, and they still fell in love anyway. They nuzzled in realization of the statement, and then Sparx looked at Volteer. "And you…what's this about women not caring about you the way your sister and Mother did?"

The young couple stopped nuzzling and Spyro jumped in. "He's right, a dragon always seeks love and acceptance, but from what I'm hearing, you just seem to always fall for the wrong ones. And in doing this, you fail to give others a chance at the assumption they'll be the same way. Terrador…" He said and looked back to him, "You are closed minded, and you seem to fear intimacy. Cyril…" And he faced the Ice Guardian, "You have no confidence in yourself as an adult. I'm sure there's someone who'd love you no matter how old you are, after all, age is just a number." And Cynder finished it.

"And Volteer, you keep potential loves at arm's length out of fear of heartbreak. I was fortunate, I didn't have to have my heart broken before I met Spyro, but most dragons do have to struggle through bad relationships before finding the right one."

And Spyro cleaned it up, "You must branch out and take risks, or you'll never find the right female to be your mate."

With that, the three young ones leapt into the sky and hovered over the Guardians' heads. "We have to go check on the upper inhabitants of the city near the city square. We'll be back in a few hours." Cynder said and the three started to take off, but Terrador spoke up after just standing there and listening.

"I'll come with you, I need thinking time anyway." And the Earth Guardian took off with them while the other two walked back inside the Council hall.

Inside, Cyril accepted defeat, "He's right my friend…" He told to Volteer, "I have doubted myself and have been putting off relationships my whole life."

"And I have been assuming the worst from relationships before even trying them since my first day in the academy."

"Seems the Purple Dragon, though far younger than us, has wisdom beyond his years…" Cyril started,

"And now it's our time." Volteer finished.

"I have always wondered what it'd be like to raise a family." Cyril confessed.

"So have I…but we can't just go searching for mates; that would give the Guardians a bad image…" Volteer reminded him. But Cyril shook his head,

"If what Spyro said is true, love comes when you least expect it…we needn't go look for it, as it shall find us…whether we truly are ready or not."

Away with Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx, Terrador was flying silently behind them just heading towards the square thinking about everything he was told. I've never been close to a woman before, this could mean I've grow a fear of them trying to get close to me. But if what Spyro said is true, and that I am close minded to the idea of a wife and children, why do I suddenly feel like it's my responsibility to protect and teach them? Even though my wife is non-existent, and my children are unborn? The questions pondered in his mind, and his head pounded thinking about it, for it was a foreign subject to him. The thoughts carried him all the way to the city square in Upper Warfang, where the three dragons landed on the ground with their dragonfly companion.

Like I said, why is there no solid love stories here? And how come lust is always at the root of these lemons? And why in Spyro's name are there so many GAY stories with the Guardians? I don't know the answer to any of these questions, but I hope to fix them with this story, any further question or ideas, PM me. This story will have multiple chapters, and contain more information into each Guardians' mental romance issues. For now, enjoy this story for what it is and I have one final request.

I'm looking for a beta reader into one of the lemons for this story, to tell me if it's the kind of lemon they'd want to see and one that's based on love, not pleasure. The selection will be random, but the reader must be able to review in detail and explain how they feel very well.

That's all for now…goodbye and good writing to all of you! Remember, any question or confusions, just ask!