-The Son of Spyro-
Written by DragonDesire
PROLOGUE:
Spyro sat with Ember, "Ember, I told you! Get lost!"
Ember sat back, choking up tears. "But why?"
"I…"
"Why!" A tear slid down her cheek.
Spyro hesitated.
"Why!!"
"Because I hate you!"
Ember stopped. "I…"
"You had your chances!" He barked and flew away…
A year later…
Spyro slowly eased in on a large, smooth stone, he spread out his wings as he carefully glided across, slowly tracing the rock with an outstretched claw as he landed. It was dark at the Kingdom. Everything was eerie. He looked around, making sure he was alone. Suddenly, he saw a black dragon appear. Its wings were out spread and deepened in a red aura. Its chest was as red as a rose and eyes were purple as a sacred amethyst stone. "Cynder," Spyro softly spoke.
"Yes," she replied as she landed beside him.
"I am leaving for the Springs in the Dragon Realm,"
Cynder looked at him with disapproval. "Why?!"
"I… I wanted to meet back with some old friends…"
"Like?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Why not?"
Spyro began to get frustrated. "I… I…" he searched for words. "I-I love you… I'll see you in a week or so…." he sighed as he began to fly away. Cynder shook her head in disapproval again and flew the opposite way.
Spyro arrived at the Dragon Realms. After a few moments he found what he was looking. "Ember!" he shouted and ran towards her.
"Spyro?" she said confused.
"I gave it thought… when I got mad at you… moons ago… I… I think we are destined."
"Oh, I knew it! I knew it all along!" she rejoiced happily. She stopped.
"No! No you left! Besides, what about Cynder!?"
Spyro stopped. "So who cares about Cynder!"
Ember stopped ranting and stood boldly. "There is someone I'd like you to meet."
Spyro followed her into a deep cave. He heard a small chirping noise, down underneath, was a tiny baby dragon.
"Spyro, this is Spyro." Ember said.
Spyro looked confused but then saw the face on the baby dragon.
"That's…"
"He's your son, Spyro. And if you wouldn't of left, maybe you could have provided his brother a better chance in living! He died through the Winter. And Ruby, here… his sister…" Ember lifted up a tiny leaf. Under there was a small, redish pink dragon. It was shaking horribly, coughing. "She's dying Spyro. She needs you."
Spyro nodded and nuzzled the cold bundle. Meanwhile, his son, Spyro, nipped at Spyro's heel. Spyro jumped back quickly, "Ow!" he yowled. Baby Spyro giggled.
Ember frowned. "I do not want them here. Take them with you." Spyro looked at her confused again. "I am dying also," she explained. "I have broken fire desease. I cannot breathe fire and it is building inside of me, burning me from inside out." Spyro nuzzled her and flew away with the two babies, Ruby and Spyro.
And the prophecy begins…
NOTE: The prologue is short and choppy I know, but I promise you the rest will be finely detailed and long!