And here, we have a brand new story, one idea giving by a new friend of mine, who wished to see his OCs depicted into a story. I hope you all can like it and enjoy this story as I did my very best into it, and I'll still do. Hope you all can enjoy it.

Malefor has been defeated.

The world been saved, and the two young heroes flew across the land. There were enjoying the morning sun hitting their scales. They both just endured something that no one of their age should have faced. In fact no one should ever have to face what they did. Many trails, hardships, and losses they faced together; however, in the end they stood victorious.

Now there were enjoying flying together, embraced in each other company, as they laughed and joked around. This was a completely happy and peaceful moment for them. One they haven't had in a long time.

However, little did they know that someone was watching over them…

Into the Divine Realms, right above the Mortal Planes

Surrounded by several clouds, a giant castle with walls that seemed to be made of pure light stood. The roof of the ceiling seemed to be made out of golden light, almost translucent and with a light of its own. In the hoof, there was a giant garden, with several plants and flowers that had their own light, and that bloomed around.

In the verge of the balcony stood a dragoness, looking down the edge, seemingly to the clouds below. Smiling to herself as she looked down, far beyond what a mortal's eyes could reach, to the

two young dragons far below herself and her kingdom. This dragoness was a marvelous sight to anyone who looked at her She had creamy-white scales all over her body, with silvery blue underbelly and wing membranes. All of her scales seemed to glisten and shine on their own. She had a furry white mane around her neck, which traveled down her back, and all the way to the tip of her tail. She was a symbol of beauty, and any dragon who put his eyes on her would gladly give his own life if she asked him to.

"They did it." She said, with a voice that sounded like a choir of thousands of lyres, as she smiled to herself. Happy to see the two young dragons fulfilling their destiny, and saving the world. Closing her eyes, she let the peace and happiness fill her; however, it wasn't long before she heard a familiar voice

"Seems like our champions did their job splendidly."

She opened her eyes, and the smile never left her face. She turned around to see who her visitor was. It was dragon, with a magnificent figure, dark-red colored scales all over his body, a golden colored underbelly and wing-membranes. His horns were on the top of his head, and on the tip of his tail, a fireball burning into a soft golden color.

He was smiling softly at the white dragoness, as she smiled back at him. Slightly bowing her head in a sign of compliment and respect, which the red dragon did in return.

She then spoke, with her beautiful musical voice saying, "Glad you came here to pay me a visit, Apollonir."

The red dragon offered a kind smile at her, as she got up, and walked next to him.

"It is always good to pay a visit to an old friend, Lars Lion," Apollonir said as he smiled at her.

She chuckled, which could make all the babies of the world immediately stop crying and smile at her.

"You never loses your charm, do you?" she asked him, which made him chuckle in return. "Want something to drink?" She asked, "Maybe some tea perhaps?"

"Tea would be nice," The magnificent red dragon said as he walked next to her. They both walked into the garden, and as they walked across it, a small table seemed to materialize itself out of thin air. The table was made out of some kind of silvery light, and standing there as they came near. Sitting on top of the table, was what seemed to be a teapot. It also was made out of silvery light, and had a symbol of a shield with a lion's face on it. The two tea cups sitting across from each other, also had symbol on their base.

Lars Lion picked the teapot up, and gently poured the tea. It was a glowing substance, with a fragrance that would make the most perfumed roses of the world seem without smell. She passed the cup to Apollonir, and then picked up her cup.

Apollonir thanked her, and gently picked up his cup. Guiding it to his maw, he took one gentle sip of the sweet and soft substance. He let it spread over his tongue, and gently flow down his throat as he swallowed. He looked at his old friend, as she took her own sip of the fluid in her own cup. He smiled, and took another sip.

She sighed as she smiled, and asked "So, you came here to celebrate?" He looked at her, as she continued, "After all, our Champions did defeat the great evil."

The red dragon chuckled, and said "Yes, they did a splendid job in there. They showed such power and such bravery facing fear like that. Especially at such young age."

Lars Lion chuckled at him, and replied, "They did what was necessary, and they did no different than we both did a long time ago."

Apollonir nodded, and said "Yet, there were some of us that didn't believed that they would make it." Lars Lion knew who he was talking about.

"Well, I guess even some of us Gods must swallow their words once in a while," She said. Apollonir laughed, "Try saying this to Glacius or Hazard."

He smiled at her as she chuckled, "Well, I guess they are probably rethinking their own words about the two young dragons."

"Well, anyway, they should be as happy as the rest of us, after all, they did completed their mission." Lars Lion said.

Apollonir nodded at her, "Yes, seems that you were right again. And you know that Glacius and Hazard both hate when you are." replied Apollonir, as they both shared a chuckle.

Lars then looked at him, as she sighed. She watched him taking another sip of his tea. After a few moments of silence, she said, "I'm happy that they made it through." Apollonir looked at her, when she said that, "I was scared about them." She admitted. He looked at her, as Lars continued, "The probation we put them through was too great, and they are both so young. No one their age should have to go through it."

Apollonir looked at Lars as she spoke. He agreed with her, as he thought about all the suffering these two young dragons went through, all they had to give up, and all that they had lost in their quest. For a brief moment, the fire on the tip of his tail changed from yellow to a blueish color. After another moment, he raised his head to her saying, "It was necessary."

"I know, but yet, it was too hard on them." She replied, seeming a bit sad. After a moment, she recovered her smile then said, "But, I'm very happy that, in the end, they have really made it."

When he saw her smiling, Apollonir's own smile returned, as the fireball on his tail returned to that golden color. Lars smiled at him, and asked, "Want some cookies?"

He gladly accepted, and soon a plate of golden light materialized. There on the plate sat a few cookie-like food, that seemed to be made out of some kind of cloud, with a few hints of what seemed to be stars making out with what should be the chocolate drops. Lars offered a few to the Apollonir, who gladly picked one up. Biting it, and chewing them gladly. He let himself feel the taste that was never meant for any mortal.

Apollonir smiled as he ate it, as Lars ate one herself. She left the plate with the rest of them sit to the side, so they could reach it if any of them wanted another.

Lars then asked, "So, is everyone happy with the result?"

Apollonir smiled at her, "As far as I know, everyone seems to be satisfied, even Glacius." He said, smiling at Lars, as she smiled back. She knew that Glacius was not very much into being "happy", but she knew that even the cold and harsh Dragon God of the Ice could become really pleased when things went just the right way. She knew that deep inside, he cared about the mortals and about the world, as much as her, the Dragon Goddess of Light, and as her dear friend Apollonir, the Dragon God of Fire; however, the cold dragon would most likely never admit it.

Lars sighed as she looked around her garden. Admiring the beauty of her own creation. The beautiful flowers made out of light, that were eternally young and eternally blooming. She made sure to make them as beautiful as she wanted them to be. It was good to come there occasionally, and look at them, especially when she had doubts, or the rare occasions when she felt sad. She made them amazingly beautiful, and she always look to at them. To remind herself that, even with all the cruelty and difficulties in the world. There was still beauty and innocence, which always brought happiness, if you could look at the right place.

The garden was a good place to visit. To a mortal, the chances of seeing a place so beautiful like this was an opportunity of a life time. It would never be at the same level of anything else. As for the Gods, it was a place they could go once in a while. Pay a visit and relax in the beauty of the garden, so they could forget their problems. Even Glacius, so cold and so harsh as the cruelest winter, did come in there once in a while. Everyone knew that deep inside him. He even admired the beauty of the work of Lars, as he needed it to recover his strength to face the future.

This was a work of art, beyond what any mortal would be able to accomplish, and only the skillfulness of a goddess would be able to make it. It was Lars Lion's work, and she was very proud of it. All the artists in the mortal world could only dream a place like this, and maybe someday accomplish just a small piece of all this beauty.

Apollonir also admired the beauty of this place. Sure, if he was asked many eons ago if someday he would have the chance of being in a place like this. He highly doubted if the answer would be a yes. He knew that Lars doubted that someone would say that she would have a beautiful garden like the one she was in now.

Apollonir smiled at her, and said "It makes a long time," She looked at him, as he continued "A long time has passed, since the time we were normal dragons, and we are what we are now. Do you remember it?"

Lars smiled at him, "Of course I remember. We all do, even if some of us are actually trying to forget it," She said, and he nodded at her, knowing that her words were the utmost truth. He smiled at her as she talked to him. She said "I do remember how it was like. Being young, being full of worries and needs, and begin full of doubts. It was a long time ago, but I can still remember it very clearly."

And so did Apollonir. He as well could still remember that he was living a very different life a long time ago.

They all had a different life a long time ago. They all had started differently from what they were now.

"It's the start of a new era in the mortal kingdoms," she said to him, as he nodded. Lars then asked, "And the new Chronicler?"

Apollonir smiled at her, and said, "The fire guardian Ignitus has just taken over the position." He said as he smiled, "He has gladly taken the post, and now, he will be recording all the story of the mortal world during this new era till the start of the next.

Lars nodded at this answer. The Chronicler was an important part of the world, a part that, like them, was somewhat eternal; however, the spirit of a mortal dragon must fill it. A spirit whom takes charge of recording all that happens in the world, and keeping the knowledge so it should never be forgotten. As a position filled by mortal souls, it was necessary to be replaced at the beginning of each new era, representing the changing of the world.

Now the role fell over the spirit of the Fire Guardian, Ignitus, the one who created and trained Spyro, the great Champion. Ignitus now lived in the mortal world as the new guardian of all knowledge, keeper of the history, and of all the secrets of the world.

Lars was a bit grieving about it. For she, as well as many others, had saw how much Spyro became devastated by the death of his mentor. She wanted to allow Ignitus to return to the mortal world, and to go back to Spyro. He could be the fatherly figure that had been missing to the young purple dragon in his life; however, she couldn't. It was an important job, and it needed to be done. Ignitus was the most qualified to the role of Chronicler, with his wisdom and all his abilities, because the role was a requirement to keep the world working.

Despite wanting the happiness of the young dragon, she also had a duty as a Goddess. That meant that she needed to put the need of the whole world above the needs of one single dragon, despite how sorry she felt for him.

"So, it is over?" Apollonir asked her, snapping her back into the reality of the present moment. She face him once again, her look making him regret asking her.

"You know that it costs very much to truly end. Especially when it comes to "him" She said, in a dark tone that didn't fit her.

As she mentioned "him" Apollonir's expressions became heavier, and his lips curled into a half snarl. It would be enough to make even the bravest of all living dragons to recoil in fear and cry out like little hatchlings. The flame on his tail changed to a strong and threatening crimson, as it reflected the anger that was burning inside of him as that one was brought up.

"I wish we could just destroy him already!" Apollonir almost snapped, as the flames on his tail turned stronger. His anger would make armies recoil in fear, but Lars Lion was the most unaffected by his wrath. She only looked at him for a while, with a soft expression on her face. Apollonir looked at her, as she just looked at him. It was just like a caring mother, as he took a deep breath. Soon the red colors of his tail diminished, and was being replaced by a softer color while he was calming down.

"Sorry about that." He said, as she answered, "It's okay. Glacius reacts much worse when we mention "him", "She said, as she had already had seen the famous angry outbursts of the Ice God. She had already seen him angry many times, and he was the most inclined to become dangerously angry and cause damage to the ambient around him.

The truth was that, they all hold a strong grudge against "him", and they all did not like to even mention him, so as not to bring up bad memories. He was a black stain in their past, and a bad memory for all of them. They all had tasted in their own skin the extent of his power and malice, and saw firsthand what he was able to do. They all wished to forget "him" and so did the whole world.

But it wasn't possible. It was not simple. When it came to Gods, it was never simple.

Apollonir took one last breath to calm himself down, as he and Lars shared a last look. They both sipped more of their tea to calm down. Apollonir ate two more of the light cookies. He sighed, as he looked at her. She was still looking at her flowers, and Apollonir did the same. Their beauty helped to wash away his worries and his anger. Soon the fire God had calmed down, and said calmly to her, "I just wish he could have disappeared all these eons ago," His tone was distant and almost grieving, "He had caused everyone so much suffering, and I wish we could have destroyed him at that time when we had the chance."

Lars looked at him, and said, "We did try," She was comforting as she said that, "But he was a god long before us, and you know that even the memory of a god has power. He cannot be destroyed easily, and we can't do that, even with all our power."

Apollonir sighed, because he knew that she was right; however, this did not diminished his desire for wanting to destroy that cursed being when he had he chance. If he did, then all of this would never had happened. All the suffering would have been avoided, and these two young dragons would never had to be forced to fight.

Sighing, he looked at the flowers, which were still blossoming. Butterflies made out of pure light flew over them, from one to the other. He looked at them, and then he looked at Lars Lion, who offered him a soft smile. He was able to smile back as he watched the butterflies she just created for him. She always knew how to make others feel better, and it was long before their ascension. She always liked making others happy, and that was one of the things about her that never changed.

They all were different now, they all were much more than they were before, and yet, there were things about them that would never truly change. It was how they were, and who they were always going to be.

He himself had not changed that much since he was just a mortal. It was a long time ago, but he could still remember it with perfect clarity.

As if it had been yesterday.