Hello all, and welcome to my first Fanfiction Story! Thank you so much for checking it out, I appreciate it SO MUCH! I would especially like to thank DragonMaster000, The Wandering King, 4Dragons, Spartan-029, Riverstyxx, and Airchi for the inspiration to take a task like this on. Check out all their awesome stories!
If you feel compelled, I ask that you would give any constructive criticism you can, it is very encouraging even if the review is completely criticizing because it still means someone cared enough to write something. I would like special thanks sent to DragonMaster000 for his willingness to let me borrow his Dragon game of Thunderball! Now here is…
Ugh- dangit! I almost forgot the disclaimer:
I do not own the Spyro the dragon franchise blah-blah-blah or have any affiliation with whoever does, blah-blah legal stuff, I only own my characters and my original plot.
Ok, now that's over with: Here is (for reals now…)
The Next Generation
Chapter 1
I must say I am very proud of how Spyro and Cynder have raised my namesake. As The Chronicler of this new age, it is my job to archive the lives of every dragon. And I was very honored that after Spyro and Cynder fell in love and became lifemates after the death of the tyrannical Malefor, they would name their son after me.
Spyro first fulfilled the prophesy, and then ruined the sequence that says a purple dragon could only be born once every ten generations, for he is the only purple dragon who has produced offspring. They raised their son very well, even though neither of them knew their natural parents.
He is a fine young dragon who has no sense of entitlement, no special privileges, but with extra responsibility expected of him. And through that, he has built up a wonderful sense of chivalry, adventure, and bravery. He is not perfect by a long shot, but he sticks to his core values, just like his father all those years ago. His life is about to take an interesting turn and I would like to tell you his story.
Now where did I put his Book? Ah there it is, - and I think I should start, Hmm, right here. Now this is where it all begins…
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"Ignitus? Are you paying attention?" Only experience and practice saved the purple and dark crimson dragon from jolting up from his sleep.
"Oh! Uh, yes Master Cyril!" he lied to the elderly guardian. "Yes I was, I just read ahead in the textbook a little and I lost my place."
Cyril nodded, "Hmph, well then now, where was I? Ah yes, as I was saying the political climate of that era was-"
Ignitus mentally chuckled as Cyril droned on. "Silly old dragon" He thought.
He looked across the sandstone room right where he knew his best friend, adopted brother, and Earth dragon Bralor was sitting and saw him trying to be politely alert, but that sincerely honest attempt was ruined when his eyelids drooped and he failed to contain a gargantuan yawn, which was mimicked by many other students across the room.
This time he quietly chuckled aloud. Cyril was finishing up his speech about the great Ice dragon Borealis and his role in negotiating a peace with the ancient Wolf tribes of the far north many centuries ago, when the Warfang Academy bell tower tolled out the end of the day's classes.
With a relieved sigh Ignitus got up off his haunches, packed up his satchel to sling it over his wing, and gave a farewell wave to Cyril as he headed out the large wooden door from the classroom.
As he walked down the hall with the many other multicolored students and Bralor beside him, he did not miss how most of the dragonesses gazes would dart to his dark but shining purple scales.
The flowing silvery designs on his shoulders made his frame look wider than it actually is, and wings with red-membranes that were quite large for his age hinted at the natural airborne talent he also inherited from his mother. He inherited most of his secondary colors, his green eyes, and his sharp bladed tail-tip from Her, but his frame and other physical attributes he had his Father to thank, including his strong crimson chest-scale plates, fin-like spine spikes, and silver horns that were almost identical in shape to Spyro's except for a gentler forward angle and a smoother texture.
Bralor was different, because of the circumstances of his adoption, Ignitus didn't know much about Bralor's heritage. But one thing was obvious, his parents must have both been large and powerful earth dragons, for he grew large, massively muscular, and physically mature much faster than his peers, including Ignitus, with huge amount of raw elemental power and a voice like muffled thunder to match.
His scales are a deep green, with light tan wing membranes and chest scales. He has heavy dark brown back-spikes and thick, intimidating horns that curl around his skull to point forward along his large jaw. His tail tip is like a blacksmiths hammer with short and stout spikes on one side and smooth on the other, with dark brown rock-like plating protecting his shoulders and hips. As a result of his amazingly fast growth and bulky frame he was the largest and strongest dragon in the Academy, but in spite of that he learned how to be gentle with others and appreciate the frailness of things. Bralor is stoic but not gruff, polite and reserved, but stubborn as a granite boulder with three quarters of it's mass underground. And also has a simple, wise, and absolutely incorruptible ethical stance that Ignitus knew had kept him out of trouble more than once.
Bralor glanced at Ignitus as he confidently smiled to the other dragons going down the hall, and as they walked through the big Academy double doors he rumbled in his deep voice, "You were lucky this time Ignitus. If Cyril's eyes were better he would have noticed your purple face drooling."
Ignitus laughed as they walked out to the Front Grounds, "Yup, I know it. All these years and it still astounds me how Master Cyril can put a group of dragons to sleep, even if he's talking about an old war or battle."
Bralor stayed silent but Ignitus saw him slowly nod.
By now the Front Ground had long shadows cast across it's lawn by the large fir trees in the Academy Grounds as the sun lowered its golden light down toward the west. The Warfang Academy's stones almost glowed behind Ignitus and Bralor as they and the other students dispersed across the grounds to take off from the side of the hill overlooking Warfang and head home for the day.
"Let's go drop our stuff off at home before we go meet the others" said Ignitus as they reached a clear area to take off, once again Bralor simply nodded and spread his massive wings.
Ignitus nimbly leaped into the air with a controlled gust of Wind and a smooth acrobatic twirl, he looked back to see Bralor taking a powerful running start to get his heavily muscled frame airborne.
"C'mon big guy! We have an appointment to keep!"
Bralor grunted and thumped Ignitus on the shoulder with his wing as he flapped by, headed towards their home. "Hehehe- OW! Hey!"
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"Hi Mom, we're back!" Ignitus announced as they landed on the balcony and headed into the cozy guest-room. As proper, the Saviors of the Realms had a beautiful house, with a great view of Warfang out the balcony.
A tall and beautiful black Dragoness came out of the side room through a thin curtain of shimmering blue satin and smiled, "Welcome back my little ones."
Ignitus teasingly pretended to cringe as Cynder used the motherly pet-name, Bralor just smiled slightly as his adoptive mom included him in it, even though he was anything but little.
Ignitus didn't know it, but his mother looked a lot like how she did when she was under the dark magic Malefor imposed on her form so many years ago.
Her primary scales still shone a midnight black. The exotic designs on her forehead, shoulders, and hips are a shimmering silver. And her wing membranes and chest-scales have a deep red tint.
The only differences were that her features are less angular and harsh, and her curves are more defined, partly thanks to having a child. Cynder still has the supple and lithe grace that showed whenever she moved, as if she could explode into lightning-fast movement at any given moment. And Her tall crown of silvery-white horns and dangerous tail-blade gave a regal aspect to her appearance that she definitely knew how to employ when she wanted to. But was always softened by the kind of love and understanding only a mother can have.
"I assume you two are headed right back out?" Cynder asked as they dropped their bags off in their separate rooms.
Bralor grunted in affirmative and Ignitus explained, "Yeah, we're meeting Ike, Kayla, and Teslie in the Market district to get some dinner, then we're pooling our money together to watch the Thunderball Championship!"
Cynder nodded, "Well your father is coming home late tonight too, just remember to be home in time to get some sleep, and-" she mock glares at him and growls-" I command you to have lots of fun."
Ignitus cracked a large grin as he hugged his mother on the way back to the balcony. "Yes Mom, I guess I'll try." Cynder laughed at his sarcastic exasperation and hugs Bralor before she shoos them both off with a wave of her wing. "Now get out of here you rascals! And don't come back if you haven't had fun!"
They leaped off the balcony and headed toward the center of the city that was now glowing with torches in the growing twilight and Bralor boomed back "Yes Ma'am!"
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As they glided down into the Market district the warm smells of cooking meats wafted around them, the streets were packed with Thunderball fans, and the stores around them were taking full advantage of the occasion. Though as hungry as they were, they needed to meet their friends at the north fountain before they ate.
Ignitus soon spotted the fountain in the glow of torches, he angled toward it and saw a pale yellow and gray figure waving at them. "Hey Bralor, Teslie is already here!"
Teslie is actually Volteer's Great-niece and is an electricity dragon like him. She is small for her age, with her zig-zag horns only coming up to the chin of most of her peers, but her size hid a sometimes playful and mostly scary temper that could pop up in an instant. Her sunset-pink eyes seemed to observe and analyze everything. She has a two-pronged tail end that let electricity arc between them at random intervals. Her wing membranes, horns, chest-scales, and back-spikes are a light gray, but the rest of her is a pale but pretty shade of yellow that is only a little lighter than her Great-uncles scales. She also inherited Volteer's love for knowledge and books, but fortunately she did not inherit her Great-uncles incessant need to talk.
Teslie's petite form trotted towards them as they landed, her feminine countenance expressing mild rage and electricity sparked threateningly across her gray wings.
"IGNITUS!" She barked. Ignitus sent a confused look in Bralor's direction but only got a shrug in reply.
"You told me to be here TWO HOURS before twilight! So here I waited for everyone to come, only to find out from a very kind passerby that the Championship wasn't until an hour AFTER twilight!"
"But Tesl-." Ignitus sputtered,
"NO! You'd better run, 'cause if catch you: you're, gonna, PAY!"
Ignitus yelped as she shot a yellow bolt of energy in his direction, and she started chasing him around the Fountain.
"But Teslie, hold on a sec and let- OW!" Bralor watched with an amused smile as his half-brother ran away from the enraged little dragoness, using his little control over Dragon Time to evade her.
Ignitus and Teslie both knew he wouldn't get seriously injured. But that certainly didn't make it less fun to watch.
Bralor turned his head away from the amusing spectacle as the he sensed the vibrations through the cobblestone of two dragons approaching him and turned to see the siblings Ike and Kayla walk up to his side.
Kayla had a bemused expression on her face. "What did the Purple Lump do this time?" she asked.
"There was a miscommunication" Bralor answered her shortly.
"About what?"
"Timing"
"Oh... I see." Comprehension dawned on her and Ignitus yelped again. "Well, we're all here now, so I'll go break it up" Kayla said.
Ignitus leaped over a cart, activated his control over dragon time and dashed to the right in an effort to escape, then he released his power only to have his world slow down a different way as he saw the beautiful and full-figured light blue dragoness named Kayla make her way over. The torchlight sparkled in her aqua green eyes, reflected over her curled white horns, down a smooth jawline that betrayed an amused smirk, across her attractive ivory chest scales, down her folded wings, around curved hips, and ending at a sharp icicle shaped tail. But the captivating image was shattered when he suddenly tripped over his paws and fell hard.
Stars flashed across his eyes when his jaw crashed into the cobbled ground and he suddenly found his wings trapped beneath the sparking paws of Teslie. She gripped one of his silvery horns in a paw as she triumphantly stood on his wings, and glanced up to see Kayla standing in front of the uncomfortably prone Ignitus.
"Kayla!" she said happily, stepping off of Ignitus to hug her friend, then quickly hopping back as he tried to get up with a groan. "What's this about Teslie?" Kayla asked.
Ignitus tried to explain, "I just- mmphf!"
His indignant explanation was cut off by Kayla holding his snout to the ground with a forepaw.
Ike nudged Bralor as Teslie and Kayla talked, "Hehehe, what I wouldn't give to have two dragonesses all over me like that eh?"
Bralor just rolled his eyes at his friend's inappropriate humor. Ike has always been kind of a spaz, and his quirky sense of humor didn't help. Many others in the Academy were watchful for his slim teal and off-white figure, since wherever he went: some kind of prank followed. Ike was the kind of dragon who loved to make others smile. Sometimes it's at the harmless cost of someone who he knew wouldn't mind or would go along with it, and other times at his own expense.
Ike is a little taller than his older sister and Ignitus as well, but is more wiry and doesn't have as much muscle as Ignitus, though he makes up for it with a quickness of movement that could be described as twitchy. His three off-white horns splay slightly outwards and curl back above his head. And he has a straight white scar in his right wing-membrane from when he accidentally impaled it on a Mane'athorn bush many years ago.
Ike leaned in closer to Bralor and whispered, "It was me who suggested to Ignitus that we needed to meet at two hours before twilight because I knew that he'd tell Teslie, then later I told him that I had found out the Championship started after twilight instead and also told him that I had let Teslie know as well."
Ike snickered, "Simple, and exactly as planned!"
His face fell comically when he saw Kayla and Teslie glaring at him after they had figured it out. "Except for the part where they realize it was me." He sighed.
Bralor looked at him with a raised brow and rumbled, "Indeed."
Ignitus let the girls help him up of the cobbled road as he brushed off his fit and lithe purple frame, he graciously accepted their apology's, then it was his turn to snicker as Ike was taken down by his own sister and the fiery little lightning dragoness.
Ignitus joined Bralor at the side of the fountain with Kayla and Teslie as Ike got up groaning and sporting a small electrical burn on his side. "Alright guys, Bralor is hungry so let's go grab something on our way to the Championship."
Bralor looked at Ignitus with his brow raised, "How did you know I was hungry?"
"Cause you're always hungry Big Guy." The happy group of young dragons left the fountain and went to eat.
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With full bellies and exited spirits the five young dragons left the food court, and headed straight for the enormous Warfang Thunderball Arena. The grey stone structure was brilliantly lit up with massive torches, magical light sources, and was aloud with hundreds of voices eagerly waiting for the match to begin.
"Let's go pay for our seats guys!" Ike called over the crowd.
With Bralor's buff frame carving a path through the throng of Dragons, Moles, a few Cheetahs, and various other creatures, they had little trouble reaching one of the many entrances.
They handed their gems to the ticket master and headed into the huge oval structure, the arena was an incredible and brilliantly designed building were the stands are built to accommodate almost every creature around. Smaller creatures could sit on the stands, and since dragons are such bigger creatures- there are hollowed catacombs underneath the stands where they can comfortably sit and poke their heads and necks through and still see the match without blocking the view of smaller creatures.
Ignitus subtly maneuvered himself around his friends so that he could sit next to Kayla. She leaned over to him and yelled over the noise of the crowd: "Ignitus, It's been a long time since I've seen a Thunderball match, I'm so exited!"
He nodded as she pointed with her snout at the announcer, a mole with a large megaphone who was barely visible on the 2,000 foot long grass field built for adult dragons to run on. He walked out onto the middle of the field and called the audience to silence.
After a dramatic pause, his magically magnified voice echoed around the stadium as he yelled: "It's time for THUNDERBALL!"
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So what'd ya think? I will have the action of Thunderball in chapter 2. I would like some specific questions answered if you would be so kind: Are the characters likable and personable? Did you get a solid mental picture of the characters physical attributes? Are the situations and actions throughout the chapter understandable? Is there anything I need to change or fix to make it more fun or easier to read? Did I pace it well?
I will respond to all non-anonymous reviewers I can. See y'all in the next chapter!