Ignitus took a deep breath, wondering if passing through the giant inferno known as the Ring of Fire would be the last thing he'd do. "Right. Let's go." He said to the two smaller dragons accompanying him, Spyro and Cynder. He stepped inside, and formed a protective barrier to shield them. The mana drain was incredible. "We best hurry, I don't know how long this will last!" They started running, but about halfway through, Ignitus couldn't support the shield anymore. He flung Spyro through the rest of the way, and Cynder was dragged along by the magic chain. He collapsed and felt the fire slowly start to consume him.
Suddenly, a strong claw gripped his shoulder and a new shield formed. A strange figure he couldn't identify dragged him back outside. When he finally stood up, his jaw hit the floor.
The dragoness was huge, bigger than even Terrador, with glowing ruby scales. A weaving, dancing sort of smoky tattoo-like pattern ran from her left ear to her right wing's claw. Piercing, forest-green eyes bore into his own. She shifted slightly, then narrowed her eyes. He was confused as to what she was about to do until she flipped his head upside down, revealing an X-shaped scar that was made by his father. "How..." She shook her head, then sat down. "There's no way you survived him." Her voice crackled and hissed like flames and smoke, but it floated like a song at the same time.
"What?" He croaked, confused.
"I know who you really are, Ignitus."
"What do you mean?"
"Your father made that marking."
"How do you know that?"
"I was there when it happened. Who knew the dragon I birthed so long ago survived an evil father?"
Ignitus felt his mind go blank for a few seconds as that registered. "You mean..."
"It has been a long time, son."