AlphaRidley: Again, I'd like to take the chance to remind you all that I haven't played the Legend of Spyro series, or whatever the exact name for that trilogy is, (I might have watched my sister play the first one but that was years ago and I can't remember much besides Spyro training with Ignitis, or whatever his name is, in what I believe was a spherical room.) so I will get stuff wrong every now and then. Anyway, from what I've read in other fanfics I'm sure I've got Spyro's and Cynder's personalities switched in this chapter, or they're just acting really OOC or something. I'll do my best to fix their personalities in future chapters. I won't be updating this as fast as I did this time most of the time; I do have a life after all.

Chapter 1

You ever get that feeling? You know the one I'm talking about, the one that makes the hair on the back of your neck rise, like you're being watched. That's the feeling I've got right now. Well, I guess It'd be scales in my case, seeing as I'm no longer a human and lack hair.

Every day at around this time, about two in the afternoon, I lie on my back and watch the clouds paint the sky with their pictures. It doesn't matter what the weather is like, be it rain or snow or hail. It's not the clouds themselves that I really pay attention to, it's the peaceful atmosphere that they help create, and there's no way I'm letting some wacky weather ruin my designated time of relaxation.

Relaxing was pretty much the only thing I truly enjoyed doing around here, the lack of the advanced technology that I had been addicted to when I was a human left me without anything to do but survive and relax in the calming atmosphere of the clearing I'd claimed as my own.

My ears twitched as the tell-tale crinkling of a dead leaf under a paw broke the natural order of the sounds that echoed in my ears in an unnoticeable pattern that can only be heard when a forest is at peace.

I groaned, my eyes flickering as I reluctantly rolled over onto my stomach and got to my paws. The calm atmosphere was gone thanks to the two dragons that had been watching me for the past couple of days. It amused me how they continued to think I was oblivious to their presence, but it annoyed me whenever they interrupted my relaxation time.

"You know," I paused for a moment to pop my back. "If you two are going to insist on stalking me, at least have the decency to hide yourselves better so I don't know you're here."

The tension between my two stalkers and I was so thick in the air that you would think it was tangible.

I sighed. "Just get the hell out of those bushes and tell me what you want before I get pissed, will you?"

It took about half a minute for my two stalkers to reveal themselves, and their black and purple coloring told me all I needed to know about their identities. Eavesdropping was a valuable way to get information, especially during a war.

I opened my mouth and was tempted to pretend I was honored to meet them or something ridiculous like that, but thought better of it at the last second. "Oh... It's you two."

The purple dragon balked while his companion snickered. "Y-y-you know who we are?"

"Who hasn't heard Spyro and Cynder?" I rolled my eyes.

"O-oh..." Spryo trailed off. He clearly wanted to ask me something, but was too nervous to ask. I'd have to take the initative if I wanted them to leave anytime soon.

"What do you want?" I had to force myself not to snap.

"W-well, you see, now that the war's over..." He started to trail off again.

"Get to the point already, I'm wasting time I could be relaxing in the sun."

"W-well, we were sent out to find any surviving dragons and bring them back to the Dragon Temple with us."

I stood frozen, disbelief etched on my face. I grinned and allowed myself to shake with silent laughter as I lowered my head, giving off the illusion that I was trying not to cry.

"Are you okay?" Spyro moved forwards, but Cynder held him back, and shook her head at him. She most likely knew what I was doing.

I couldn't hold it any longer and rolled over onto my back as I erupted with laughter. My paws and tail flailed about as Spyro frowned at me.

I managed to pull myself together a few minutes later. I rolled back over onto my paws, taking great gulps of air to feed my starved lungs. When my body was all better, perfect, and happy with the amount of oxygen it had I looked back up at Cynder and Spyro. My smile was quickly replaced with a questioning look at the glares I was receiving. "What?" I snapped.

"I don't see how what we said was so funny." Spyro stated, his companion rolled her eyes at him and gave a small almost unnoticeable shake of her head.

I lay back down, my grin returning three fold as I rested my head on my front legs.

"What's funny-" My grin shirfted into a sneer. "-is that you think I give two shits what you were ordered to do."

Spyro eyes burned with rage, but he held his tongue. The purple dragon nodded to Cynder as he turned around and stalked off into the trees.

Cynder rubbed her tail down his side as he walked away in a sign of acknowledgement, before letting out a sigh and focusing her attention back onto me.

"Why are you so hostile?" Cynder asked softly a few minutes later, she was clearly trying to control her anger at me for being so mean to Spyro.

"That's easy," I growled. "You guys are disturbing my relaxation time to tell me you want to take me away from my territory. I don't like that, and you can bet your left eye that I'm not going anywhere with you two."

A crunch off to my right informed me of Spyro's return. "Look... Umm... What did you say your name was again?" Spyro asked. The fool had calmed down faster than I expected, which told me that he was clearly more determined to recruit me than I had previously assumed.

"I didn't." I snarled.

Spyro looked at me expectantly.

I tried to ignore the look he was giving me, I really did. But after a few moments I grew irritated of him staring at me.

"It's Eis." I snapped out. "Now stop staring at me like that!"

Spyro, to my surprise, actually listened to me, not that that would get him on my good side or anything.

"Look, Eis, very few dragons are left after the war, and every last one is going to need to help if we want a chance to repopulate our species."

"You talk like I'm obligated to fuck some random dragoness I don't like for the sake of my species."

"You like other dragonesses?" They both leaned back in shock; I merely cracked the ground behind me with my tail and glared at them in silence.