"Spyro! Come on, buddy! Don't sleep all day!" Sparx called as he flew around Spyro's head.

"Ugh, go away Sparx." Cynder mumbled from the other side of Spyro.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Sparx retorted as he flew around Spyro again.

"Sparx, we're tired what do you want?" Spyro yawned as he raised his head to look at his brother.

"Cyril wants you not me." Sparx replied.

"How can any of them be up already?" Cynder wondered as she raised her head with a yawn. "We worked until after sundown trying to put some of the temple back together."

"They have more energy than you two though, since you know, you still aren't charged back up from fighting Malefor." Sparx pointed out.

"There is that." Spyro agreed as he pushed himself to his feet. Hard to believe that it's only been a few days since Malefor's defeat. Spyro thought as he watched Cynder get up and stretch. "Come on, Cynder; let's go see what Cyril wants."

"I'm coming," Cynder grumbled as she stretched out her limbs. Spyro yawned again and stretched out too before starting toward the door. Cynder and Sparx followed him.

"I still can't believe this much damage was done to the temple, and it's still standing." Sparx marveled as he flew down the hall. "Well, ya know, sort of." He corrected himself as they entered the training room which no longer had a ceiling or the statue.

"The temple had magic mixed into it as it was being built." Cyril informed them as he entered the room from the outer door. "That way it could still be fixed again and again should anything happen to it."

"Good morning, Cyril." Spyro said as they stopped in front of him. "Did you need us?"

"I was actually looking for you, Spyro, but new that the both of you are up I can use Cynder's help too." Cyril said as he led them outside.

"He says that, but he knew I would get up if Sparx came to get you because he's so loud." Cynder whispered to Spyro.

"If he wanted to be sure that you would come he would have sent Volteer." Spyro replied. Cynder nodded in agreement. They followed Cyril out onto the balcony where Volteer and Terrador were discussing something.

"Cyril!" Terrador called out when he spotted them. "I said to let them sleep!"

"They've rested!" Cyril protested. "There is work to be done!" Terrador sighed and shook his head.

"I say! What is that up there in the sky?" Volteer said as he peered up into the air. The others turned and looked to see what he was looking at.

"A bird," Cyril said, deadpanned.

"No it isn't," Spyro said as he stared at it. "It's a dragon, looks like they're in trouble!" Terrador stared hard and the incoming dragon as Spyro and Cynder took to the air. Is that who I think it is? Terrador wondered as he stared harder at it.

"Spyro! Cynder! Wait a sec!" Terrador called to them before they got far.

"What is it? He's in trouble!" Spyro protested.

"It's a girl and she isn't in trouble." Terrador replied as Cyril went "ah-ha!" and started moving back. "That's how she always flies."

"Oh so it's her! My goodness I haven't seen her in ages, eons, a very long time, a-" Volteer exclaimed.

"Yes, yes," Terrador agreed as he pushed Volteer out of the path and onto the edges of the balcony. "We know Volteer, move so she can land. You two had better move as well." Terrador added to Spyro and Cynder. They looked at each other then landed next to Terrador and Volteer and turned to watch.

"Hey Cyril what are you doing?" Sparx asked as he flew over to Cyril who had returned to the doorway.

"Making a landing zone," Cyril replied as he began to freeze the ground from the doorway to the balcony.

"Marvelous idea, Cyril," Volteer cheered. "That will make her landing much less painful, vexatious, arduous, awful, distasteful, ah…um."

"We get the picture," Cynder said dryly, Spyro nodded as he kept one eye on Cyril and the other on the approaching dragon.

"Cyril? You might want to hurry up." Spyro called.

"CYRIL MOVE!" Yelled the oncoming dragon as her wings flared out clumsily. Cyril looked up, yelped, and jumped to the other side of the balcony as the female dragon crashed onto the ice path. "Gaaaah!" She cried out as she turned her wings into a parachute to avoid crashing through the doorway. She slid to a halt at the very end of the path Cyril had made.

"Phew," the female dragon puffed out. "That was close!" She turned and looked over her shoulder at Cyril. "Thanks for the path!"

"You are most welcome my dear." Cyril replied as he started walking up the ice toward her.

"I am not walking up that," Cynder stated as she stared at the ice.

"I got it." Spyro said as he started melting the ice with his fire.

"Hmm?" The blue dragon peered around Cyril to look at him. "Cyril is that who I think it is?" she asked as she stared hard at Spyro.

"Really how many purple dragons do you think there are?" Sparx asked her as he flew up in front of her. She gave him an annoyed look for a moment before she opened her mouth and chomped down on top of him.

"SPARX!" Spyro shouted as he forgot about melting the ice and just raced up it. "Spit him out!" The dragoness blinked and blew out several bubbles; inside one of them was Sparx. "Huh?"

"Spyro! Get me out of here!" Sparx howled as his bubble floated over Spyro's head.

"Actually I like him in there." Cynder said as she eyed the bubble.

"Spyro!" Sparx wailed. Spyro popped the bubble with his horn. "Jeez! Don't impale me dude!" Sparx complained as he shook off the water.

"You're welcome," Spyro said dryly.

"Is he always this annoying?" the dragoness asked.

"Worse." Cynder answered.

"Who are you?" Spyro asked.

"My name is Aquarella." The dragoness answered. Spyro studied her, she was a blue dragon, sleek like Cynder had been when she was full grown and under Malefor's control, and she had webbing between her toes, on the top of her head, the back of her neck, on the back of her tail, and had some fins on the back of her knees on her front legs. The membrane on her wings and the webbing was a lighter blue. She had wavy horns that were a bright blue that were the same color as her eyes. Her tail was finned, just like a fishes.

"Are you a water dragon?" Spyro asked.

"Yes, I'm like you, a very rare breed of dragon. I'm the only water dragon around right now." Aquarella said cheerfully. "At least I think I am I haven't seen any other than me."

"Where have you been?" Cyril asked her.

"What do you mean by that? I've been hiding with the eggs, you knew that!" Aquarella informed him.

"We thought you'd all been killed! The eggs made it?" Terrador said startled.

"Of course, they're all hatched, somewhat trained, and hiding in the underwater cave." Aquarella replied.

"Wait, what eggs?" Spyro interrupted.

"The other dragon eggs," Aquarella answered. "The one's I took into hiding when the Dark Master's forces started moving." Spyro and Cynder gave each other startled looks, both thinking the same thing. They weren't the only ones who had survived!