1 year later

"Spyro," the purple dragon's eyelids twitched. "Spyyyyyyyroooooo," his eyes snapped open and faced a small yellow dragonfly flapping its lavender wings wildly. Spyro rubbed his eyes sleepily, he didn't like being woken up early, ever since Cynder and himself beat the dark master named Malefor an evil legendary purple dragon.

"What is it Sparx?" he looked his brother over, making sure he didn't damage himself or anything and glanced around his room, trying to spot anything out of place or disturbed.

"It has been about a year when you defeated the dark master, right?" the purple dragon glanced back at his brother and nodded confused.

"What about it," he asked.

"Well it's just," he glanced around the whole room making sure anybody was watching. "He's back," Spyro's heart skipped a beat.

"He. As in Malefor?"

"Who's Malefor?"

"The Dark Master!"

"The name of the Dark Master is Malefor?" Spyro was growing impatient.

"Sparx, is he back or not?" the dragonfly winced.

"Nah," he answered, Spyro let out a huge sighed. "That Flame guy, remember the he had to travel to the other dragon villages to become a guardian, he returned an hour ago." When Spyro and Cynder returned from defeating Malefor they were welcomed like heroes. Soon after the victory the former fire guardian Ignitus became "The Chronicle", leaving the other three guardians Volteer, Cyril and Terrador missing a fire guardian. The guardians gathered dragons from far and wide in search a replacement. Soon a young fire dragon named Flame showed up and got the high rank. The first task the young guardian had to do was visit all the other dragon villages who survived Malefor and get introduced to all the elders.

"That's all?" Sparx nodded. "Sparx you almost made me have a heart attack, making me think Malefor is back!"

"Sorry bud," he looked over his shoulder to Cynder, who was standing at the entrance to Spyro's room. Spyro followed his gaze, noticed Cynder and yelped slightly in surprise.

"Cynder, when did you arrive?"

"What do you mean Spyro?" she asked him, then realized. "Are you telling me you didn't notice me standing here ever since Sparx woke you up?" Spyro slightly blushed since her question was true. Cynder rolled her eyes and pushed the incident aside. "Spyro, the guardian's are celebrating Flame's return in their dinning room and you're the last to arrive." Spyro slapped a paw to his head and began to run to the balcony in his room.

"I completely forgot about the feast the guardians prepared yesterday," he thought, as he jumped off his balcony that towered over the most of the city named Warfang and spread his wings. He flew directly down to the main entrance and entered through it. He heard the click of claws behind him.

"Spyro why did you do that?" Cynder asked him after running to his side.

"It was faster than running through the long hallways to the guardian's dining room," he answered then began to run.

"Buddy, do you have to move so fast?" Sparx asked hardly keeping up with him, but Spyro didn't slow down.

"I'm already late," he turned to face his brother. "What do you expect me to do? Walk?"

"Okay, I admit that was a stupid question," Spyro smiled.

"You think so!" They arrived at the elder's dining room. Spyro, Cynder and Sparx turned the corner and saw a large room with a huge table in the middle. Five dragons sat on their haunches around the table and turned to look who just enter. Two teenaged fire dragons rushed over to them.

"Spyro and Cynder, long time no see," the male dragon commented, smiling.

"Flame! It's good to see you too. How did you find the journey to all the other dragon cities?"

"Fine, except that mostly everything in the cities was destroyed." Spyro frowned.

"You must have felt you arrived there for no reason." Flame shook his head.

"Nah, the main parts was still in one piece." Spyro piped up.

"Great to hear it wasn't a total waste of time," he turned to face the other fire dragon, which has beautiful pink scales. "So how have you been Ember?" the female dragon just smiled.

"I've been alright, although I was deeply disappointed to find most of the places in ruin."

"You can blame the dark master for that," Cynder pointed out. Spyro walked past them and sat on his hunches next to the earth guardian Terrador.

"Sorry that we were late. I slept in," he told the earth guardian. Cynder settled down on the other side of him. Flare sat at the opposite side of Spyro and Ember next to him.

"No need to apologize, young dragon," he turned to face the other guardians. "The food has just finished being made." As he finished his sentence several moles came out a presented food in front of them. As one mole set down a silver plate Spyro and Sparx their eyes bulged. In front of them was a heavenly looking lamb, as the aroma hit their nostrils they immediately knew this was going to be some good food. One of the moles stopped beside Spyro on her way to the kitchen.

"Master Spyro, there are some guests that wish to see you, they are waiting outside the gates," she told him. The news slightly startled him, he wasn't expecting anyone.

"Can you tell them that I am doing something very important and to wait a little while?" The mole nodded and left. He turned back to the guardians but his mind was elsewhere. He kept thinking about what it would be about and by whom? He tried to shove it away from his mind but for some reason it wouldn't go.

"Hey Spyro, are you going to eat?" Sparx asked, suspiciously.

"Ah yeah," he answered and then began to dig into his food. He was so determined to find out who these guests were that he hardly stopped to talk with the other guardians or Cynder.

"Slow down buddy you're going to choke yourself," Sparx look worriedly at him, a rare sight. "Why are you trying to eat so fast?" Spyro thought if he should lie but decided to go straight to the point.

"There are some guests waiting for me outside, I don't want them to wait too long." He looked at the other dragons who were busy in their own conversations, then back at Sparx. Sparx heavily sighed.

"If it's so important, why don't you invite him here," he glanced at his food.

"Wouldn't Flame be angry that I let random beings into this room while it is his party?" the dragonfly shrugged.

"I dunno. Why don't you just ask him," Spyro nodded, determined.

"Alright I'd ask him right now, privately." He walked over to Flame. "Hey Flame can I talk with you privately?" the newbie guardian looked at Spyro curiously then nodded. He walked out of the room with Spyro close behind.

"So what's up?" he asked when they were out of ear-shot. Spyro sighed heavily then explained the situation he was in. Then asked if the strangers could enter the guardian's dining room. It took Flame a few seconds to decide, but he eventually nodded. Spyro smiled.

"Thanks Flame," he smiled back and looked at the entrance.

"Come on let's get somebody to get them," Spyro nodded walked back into the guardians dining room and stopped in front of the table.

"Everyone, we are expecting some guests very soon," all of his friends turn to see him. Spyro glanced at all of them then nods to the same mole that told him the info. She stumbles out to the city outside. He changes his view back to the dragons. "I don't have a good reason but I've got a strange feeling that it is very important," the ice guardian Cyril eyed Spyro.

"How important Spyro?" he asked curiously, then turned to face the electric guardian Volteer who met his gaze.

"Yes I would like to know as well," he mentioned and glanced at Cynder, then back to Spyro. It sounded like the dark master to him. Spyro raised a brow.

"I don't think Malefor's back," he told them, as if he read their mind. As Spyro finished his sentence the mole returned.

"Master Spyro they are coming," she told him scared and ran to the kitchen. Spyro returned to his seat next to Cynder and Terrador then turned to face the doorway, expecting something huge, which would have scared the mole. Instead a young blue dragon entered followed by another younger red dragon, both look awkwardly familiar. They both had two identical graceful golden horns on top of their head and had a few golden tiny spikes running from on top of their heads to the beginning of their tails. The red dragon had fire shaped tail blade and had a few minor cuts across his hide. The blue dragon had a water droplet shaped tail blade and was untainted, by battle scars. They both had a one golden gauntlet each, around their front right ankle and a pendant around each of their necks. The red dragon's had a yellow gem in the middle of his that seemed to light up the whole room and on the blue dragon's a green, which seemed to create a darker effect on top of the yellow's light. The blue dragon had a satchel that slumped over his right shoulder which looked unusually heavy. The red dragon seemed younger then Spyro by two years and the blue by only one.

They got surprised a bit by seeing the guardians, but recovered quickly and calmly walked over to table, not daring to come any closer.

"Um hello my name is Cavice," the blue dragon said nervously and gave a directing paw to the red dragon. "This is my younger brother, Flare." The red dragon smiled just as nervous and waved slightly.

"That's just cute," Cynder whispered to Spyro, which made him chuckle.

"We have come to explain a lot of things to you, Spyro and Cynder," Cavice told them.

"And Sparx," Flare added cheekily, smirking. Cavice glared at him sternly and the smirk faded. Spyro closely examined the young red dragon. His looks reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put his talon on it.

"I think I'm going to like Flare," Sparx whispered to Spyro, he smiled at his brother.

"That's new," he thought.

"Yes and Sparx," Cavice recovered, changing his view back to the other dragons. "Although telling all of you now…could work, since you're all guardians or saved the world."

"Ember isn't," Sparx pointed a finger at the pink dragoness, who hissed slightly.

"Aw, Sparx you just had to tell them," she complained.

"Then I guess I can't tell everyone now," Cavice announced, looking back at Flare.

"Great, thanks Sparx," she looked at Flame and met his glance.

"I pledge that Ember would not say a word of anything your about to say," he promised to Cavice.

"I'm still not sure," he said sternly. Suddenly Flare walked past him and stared him square in the eye.

"If you're not gonna tell them, then I am," he declared, then faced the other dragons. Leaving Cavice searing with anger.

"How did she just gain you trust?" he asked quietly trying to suppress his anger, Flare noticed.

"She didn't," he whispered back calmly, watching Cavice carefully. "The new fire guardian did," he did a 180 and faced Cavice again. "I don't know what's up with you but you do not trust anyone since we got captured by Malefor."

"You trust her too much," he hissed back, ignoring his last words. Flare couldn't conceal his anger anymore.

"Oh yeah maybe I am!" Cavice was taken aback by the sudden burst of frustration. "You say I trust everyone too much. But guess what? I'm still going to tell them since you know as well as I do, that Spyro needs to be ready and all the help he can get!"

"From what?" Spyro butted in loudly. The two young dragons stared back at him, blankly.

"Malefor," they said in unison.