This story begins as Spyro and Cynder have some time for themselve. Unknowling to them they be called again to defend the world they love. From a new threat. old foes, new and old friends. This is an adventure they will not forget.

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Chapter 1

Spyro and Cynder were sitting on the edge of a small cliff looking at the stars. They both were twelve years old and had just saved their world from the Dark Master. But that was in the past. It's been a few weeks since the defeat of the Dark Master. All Spyro wanted to do was rest. No more training, no more pressure, and no more pain or suffering. All he ever wanted was to rest and enjoy a peaceful life.

After all he and Cynder deserved it. The night sky was clear and beautiful. The stars and the moon were perched in the night sky and it was quite relaxing to the two young dragons.

Cynder felt calmed and relaxed yet she was worried about Spyro. He's been quiet hasn't and been himself lately. She knew that he still maybe upset about Ignitus's death. She still remembers that day when Ignitus had sacrificed himself so that she and Spyro could pass the Ring of fire and defeat the Dark Master. Spyro couldn't endure the pain in his heart that he lost someone so close to him who was like a father to him. Cynder wanted to know if Spyro was feeling well. "Spyro, are you alright?" She asked. "Yeah I'm alright. I was just thinking that's all." He said. "About what?" She asked. "I was wondering what will happen to us since the world doesn't need us anymore." He said.

"You worry too much. Just relax and enjoy the time we have before we go to Warfang." Said Cynder as she yawned. "I guess your right. Well I'm going to get some sleep. So goodnight Cynder" Said Spyro as he laid his head down. As Cynder laid her head down. She asked Spyro a question before going to sleep, "Spyro?" "Hmm, yeah."

He said with his eyes slightly open. "Do you think maybe before we go to Warfang? I could see your home." She asked. "First thing in the mourning we'll go there. Now get some sleep. It's a long trip," said Spyro as he closed his eyes to sleep."Night Spyro. " Said Cynder as she fell asleep. At Warfang, the three guardians known as Terrador, Volteer, and Cyril were discussing many things Spyro. Sparx was also there. He was there at Warfang waiting for Spyro to return from the battle he had taken with the Dark Master.

He had often went back home to see his parents if Spyro was there. Ever now and then he asked the guardians if they heard any news of Spyro. But their answers have always been the same. They have not heard any news of Spyro and they wondered if they'll be able to see their young friend again. Still they waited but there was still no news of Spyro. Spax was getting ready to leave when Cyril arrived. "Sparx are you going somewhere?" He asked. "Just going to visit my parents." Said Sparx. "I see well have a safe journey."Said Cyril. "Who knows maybe I'll find Spyro on the way." Said Sparx with a smirk. "I hope you do. Goodbye Sparx." Said Cyril.

"See you later old timer." Said Sparx as he flew off into the night sky. As Cyril watched Sparx disappear into night. Terrador had come to see Cyril. "Ah Terrador, what brings you here on such a fine night." Said Cyril. "I was wondering about many things." Said Terrador as he looked at the moon." About what?" Asked the ice guardian."My grandson." Said Terrador as he tilted his head to see Cyril. "Amarock?" Said Cyril. "Yes, I have been wondering if he's alright." Said Terrador with a sad look. "I'm sure he is alright Terrador. You have taught him well. I am certain he is well with the other dragons" Said Cyril.

"I hope you are right Cyril. Said Terrador. There was a long awkward silence between the two guardians. When Cyril decided to change the subject,"Have you heard the news?" Began Cyril. "What news?"

Terrador asked with a curious look. "I have heard from the local moles that they have heard that a dragon was coming to Warfang." Said Cyril. "A dragon? Was it Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus?" Terrador asked waiting for an answer." I'm sorry to say but no. It is not Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus."Said Cyril. "Then who is it?"

Terrador asked once more. "Draco" Was all Cyril said. Terrador was silent. Never had he heard that name in such a long time. He chuckled a bit. "What do you find so funny Terrador?" Cyril asked. " Nothing. It's just been a long time since I heard that name." Terrador said as he looked at Cyril. "That is exactly how Volteer felt when I told him." Said Cyril as he chuckled." Might I ask is how do you know it is Draco?"

Terrador asked. "When I asked the moles of what he looked like. They told me he had horns, wings, and paws like any other dragon have. But when they told me he had eyes of a serpent. I knew it was Draco. I am certain of it." Cyril said. "Is he coming here to Warfang?" Terrador asked. "I am not sure, but I am certain he will come." Said Cyril. "Very well. If you excuse me Cyril.

I must get some sleep. Said Terrador as he walked away. "Very well Terrador. I will see you in the mourning." Said Cyril as he watched Terrador leave. Cyril was now alone and wondered if Spyro, Cynder, or Ignitus were doing well. The more he thought about it the more he was falling asleep. " I should get some sleep as well." Thought Cyril as he walked away from the balcony.