Thank you all for your support. Now just a fair warning, this is a big filler chapter. I feel like I need to introduce some other characters or it'll become bland. There are some important things, but most of it is a tad boring. I have tried to make it more tolerable by adding some comedy so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Spyro franchise or its characters.

Spyro, Cynder, Merik and the guardians all sat in a large conference hall. Large stone pillars kept the building standing and also added to the official feeling of the room. They had all gathered so that Merik can tell of his warning he so descretly told to Spyro.

Merik stood up and cleared his throat. "I have traveled here so that I may deliver a message of great importance." Terrador interjected.

"No need to be so formal Merik." Spyro subtly gave a signal that it was ok. He'd explain later.

Merik continued. "I have come to tell you that your problems with the dark master's servants is not over." Volteer quickly spoke up.

"Aha! So I was right! There are more pests the dark master took under his wing. Very disturbing, yet at the same time..."

"Yes Volteer, we all know you were right. May Merik continue?" Cyril said. Volteer looked insulted, yet he kept quiet. Cyril nodded. "Go on." He told Merik.

"I know currently that there are six members of Malefor's 'council' if you will. Those whom he trusted most, and I know where one resides."

Terrador intervened. "How do you know where one lives? And how many there are?"

Merik looked at Terrador with his hazy eyes. "Because I was supposed to be the seventh." Spyro could feel the tension in the air. "And I know where one is because he did experiments on me. I know where his lab is."

The guardians looked to be deep in thought, troubled at Merik's warning. Finally, Terrador spoke up. "This is deeply troubling. We thank you for your warning, and we hope that we could help you cope wih what you've been through." The guardians stood up. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have other matters to attend to. We will have guards show you where your room is." Spyro, Cynder and Merik all gave a quick bow and headed towards the door.

"Oh! One more thing." Terrador said. The three all turned around to face him. "We are starting up an academy for young dragons in a few days and we were wondering if you two would like to join?" He looked at Merik. "Of course this invitation is extended towards you as well Merik."

Spyro and Cynder didn't hesitate. "Oh course we'll join!" They said in unison. Terrador smiled and turned his attention to Merik.

"It sounds very intriguing. I will think about it. In he mean time though, is there a place I could eat?"

Terrador chuckled. "Now now. It's very late, and It is not good to eat before going to sleep. You will get the chance tomorrow." Merik nodded. "Now off you go." The three bowed and exited the room.

"I think that went well." Merik chided. "I hope my warning is being considered."

"I'm sure it is." Spyro said. "I'm sure the guardians are going to..." Spyro stopped when a small yellow flashing mass collided with his head.

"Spyro! You're back you idiot! I knew you wouldn't die on me."

"Sparx! I'm glad to see you too. And no, I would never leave you." Spyro said.

"Good to hear chubby." Sparx continued to hug his adopted brother.

"Good to see you again Sparx." Cynder chided in. Sparx looked up and quickly backed away, emitting a very manly squeal.

"The she devil! We are doomed again!"

Cynder rolled her eyes. "Honestly Sparx." She gestured to Spyro. "I kept my promise. Here he is, alive and healthy." Sparx scratched his chin.

"True..." He said reluctantly. "I'm still not convinced that you're not evil."

"I will eat you." Cynder joked.

Sparx considered for a few more seconds. "Cynder! Welcome home!" He said happily. He then noticed Merik standing idly by. "And who is this? Another soul saved by my purple bro?"

Merik looked at Sparx unamused. "My soul is beyond saving little talking insect, but entertain yourself if you will." Sparx backed up.

"Whoa, sorry there humorless. Only a joke."

"I do not have a sense of humor." Merik stated.

Sparx stared for a few seconds before leaning to Spyro. "What's his problem?" Spyro shook his head.

"I'll tell you later. Right now I'm tired." With perfect timing, two moles came down the hall towards them. They were dressed with fancy suits and both held their heads high. 'I hope this is their normal routine.' Spyro would hate to think that Terrador is giving them special treatment.

When the moles reached them they chidded, "Good afternoon sirs and mam. We are here to escort you to your rooms."

Sparx was soaking it in. "Thank you. Now lead on." The moles nodded, turned around, and proceeded to lead the through the large corridors. They passed under archways and went up stairs to the fourth level where the rooms were. When they approached a fork at the end of a hallway, the moles turned to face them.

"I will be taking you sir." One mole gestured to Merik.

"And I will be taking you three." The other gestured to Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx.

Merik nodded. He looked at Spyro. "Shall we get together for breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Spyro nodded. "Sure." Merik nodded back and turned towards the moles.

"Continue." They split up, Merik going down one hall and Spyro, Cynder and Sparx went down the other. They went down a ways and turned a few more times until they came upon a corridor lined with doors on either side. The mole stopped.

"Master Spyro, this will be you and your brother's room." He gestured to the left side. "And this will be your room mistress Cynder." He gestured to the right.

'At least our rooms are across from each other.' Spyro thought.

"Will you need anything else?" The mole asked.

"Well now that you mention it..." Sparx started. Spyro quickly stopped him.

"We're fine thank you."

The mole nodded. "Have a nice night." He went back down the hall and dissapeared around a corner. Sparx looked at Spyro annoyingly.

"We could of used some room service." He complained.

"We're fine Sparx." Spyro told him.

"Fine. I'll just wait in the room then." He flew over to the door and tugged on it until it opened. Sparx looked back at Cynder. "Don't try anything funny. I've got my eye on you..." He slid in the room dramatically. Cynder blushed slightly, but quickly recovered.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning." Spyro said.

"Yeah." Cynder replied. Spyro was about to turn and leave when Cynder spoke up. "And Spyro?" She said.

Spyro turned back to face Cynder. "Yes?"

"Thank you." Cynder leaned in and pecked Spyro on the cheek. She then turned and went inside her room, leaving behind a baffled Spyro. He lifted a claw and touched where Cynder kissed him. Smiling, he slowly went to his room thinking to himself, 'Maybe she did say it.'

The next morning, Spyro awoke with Sparx yelling at him and poking his snout.

"Wake up! You've got breakfast with Merik and the she devil. Hellooo? Anyone home?" Sparx proceeded to knock continuously on Spyro's skull. Irritated, Spyro finally sat up, feeling his muscles tense up from yesterday's journey.

"I'm up, I'm up..."

Sparx folded his arms. "There's a difference between awake and aware. Now come on! You're the great purple dragon for cryin' out loud! We can't have you loligagin' in here all day." Spyro forgot how energetic Sparx is in the morning.

"Ok Sparx, just calm down." Spyro said. He stood up and stretched out his sore joints, flinching as he felt a satisfying *pop* in his lower back. He felt more awake and ready for the day. "Do you know where we're going?" Spyro asked.

Sparx held up a finger. "I know exactly where to go." He flew over to the door and shoved it open slightly saying,"Follow me." and quickly zoomed out of sight.

"Hey, wait for me!" Spyro called out. He rushed out of the room and turned right to follow Sparx. They navigated their way through the hallways until they came upon a large decorated hall with many tables lined up in rows. Windows with shelves protruding out indicated where to get service. There weren't many awake and eating this early in the morning, but Spyro could see Cynder and Merik talking at one of the tables.

'I need some breakfast.' Spyro thought to himself. He and Sparx went over to the first window. A mole with a ridiculously large chef hat was stirring something in a large pot and seemed to notice someone was present even though his back was turned.

"I am sorry." He said with a strange, heavy accent. "Vee are not serving right now. Only special guests are served at this hour and students in training. If you come later I'm sure there vill be..."

Sparx cut him off. "Now listen here shorty. Me and my bro are in good with the guardians, so you better have something for us." The mole's head shot up.

"The arrogance! Who dares talk back to the great chef Mueleski?!" He spun around to face Spyro and Sparx and gasped. He got on his knees, (which was wierd because Spyro could only see his hat), and began to apologize. "Oh purple savior, I am sorry for my rudeness! Please forgive me!"

Spyro hated the apology, getting special treatment because he simply did something right. "It's ok, you're forgiven, but do you have anything ready right now?" Mueleski quickly stood up.

"Yes, yes, yes! I will have something ready at once." He stalked away into the back of the kitchen. "Gastrel you useless apprentice! Where are my best slices of meat? Tell me where you put them or I will have you gather the next stock of wild Cuccuno eggs with no swatter!" This went on for about another ten minutes, all of it amusing and terrifying, until Mueleski came back with some sizzling strips of meat for Spyro and jar of blue butterflies for Sparx. "I am so sorry for the wait. I will be sure to make your next visit a more satisfying one, and I hope someone has learned that you don't put yo'gin spice and golb zest on at the same time!" He raised his voice at that last part.

Spyro graciously took his platter and Sparx took his jar of butterflies. "Thank you." Spyro said. Sparx's mouth was already full. The closest he got to a thank you was a nod. Satisfied, Mueleski bowed and hurried off to the kitchen again.

"Gastrel! Where is Monica? She was supposed to be here an hour ago! If she doesn't come soon, I will have her clean every pot in this temple. Every one!" Spyro shook his head. He turned to leave for the table and almost bumped into a red dragon.

"Hey! Watch where you're going." The dragon said. Spyro examined the dragon closely. He had almost the same horns as Spyro, and he was about the same age, but anyone can tell the difference between the two.

A vibrant pink dragoness came from behind the red dragon. "Oh my gosh! We are so sorry." She said. The red dragon looked back.

"No we're not."

"Shh! Don't you know who that is?"

The red dragon shrugged. "Yeah. I'm greatful for what he's done, but that doesn't mean he should get special treatment." Spyro liked this dragon already.

"It was my fault. Sorry, um..."

"Flame. Name's Flame." The red dragon said. "And this is my friend Ember." The pink dragoness looked affended.

"Hey! I can introduce myself you know." She said.

"Right, sorry."

"My name is Spyro."

Flame rolled his eyes. "Well duh, who doesn't know who you are?" Ember shoved him with her shoulder.

"Be nice." She said. Sparx peered over Spyro, apparently already finishing his butterflies.

"Hey, what am I, chopped liver?" Spyro looked back at him.

"Sorry. This is my brother Sparx." Flame and Ember both had a look of confusion. "His parents took care of me when I was a hatchling." Flame and Ember both had looks of astonishment and amusement. Spyro saw his chance.

"Hey, um. Do you guys maybe want to join me for breakfast? It would be nice to talk to someone who's more familiar with Warfang." Flame thought for a few seconds.

"Well, we already ate..."

"We'd love to!" Ember quickly interjected. She glared at Flame and he gave in.

"Fine." He said.

Spyro happily headed over to the table where Cynder and Merik were seated with his new acquaintances. When he got there, Cynder looked up. "About time. We were waiting for a while." She then noticed the two dragons accompanying him. "Who are they?" She asked.

Flame stepped forward. "My name is Flame, and this is my friend..." Ember gave a quick cough. He looked back at an irritated Ember. "Oh, sorry." He backed up giving her some room.

Ember smiled. "Hi, I'm Ember."

"I just met them." Spyro said. "I thought they could show us around the city. You know, besides the places we fought at."

"We?" Flame asked.

"Sorry, this is my friend Cynder." Flame and Ember took a cautious step back.

"That's the Terror of the Skies?" Ember asked. Cynder looked down in shame. Spyro quickly interjected.

"No, no, no. She was being controlled by the dark master. She was forced to do those things, but she's different now. Give her a chance." Cynder looked up at Spyro, touched that he was supporting her so much. Flame and Ember thought for a moment.

Flame replied first. "Well... If what you're doing saying is true and she didn't mean to do all those horrible things. Then I'll give her a second chance." Ember nodded.

"So will I." She said. Cynder smiled gratefully. When they were all seated, Flame finally noticed Merik starring into space.

"I'm, hello?" Flame said timidly. Merik looked at him with a blank expression and said nothing. "What was your name again?" Merik continued to stare at him. Becoming irritated, Flame spoke with a little more authority. "Hey, can I get your name please?"

"Merik."

"There, was that so hard?"

"Depends." Merik exclaimed.

"On what?" Flame asked.

"On weather or not it was difficult for me to understand the question or for you to ask it." Flame could feel anger rising up, but Spyro quickly intervened.

"It's not his fault. He's just a little..." He was looking for the right words. "Antisocial and un-emotional." Flame raised an eyebrow in confusion, but said nothing more. Before anyone could say anything else, Mueleski can up to their table with a large silver plater with smoked deer and emoting a peculiar odor. Not unpleasant, but not appetizing.

"Here is your special order mr. Merik. I must say you have quite the exotic taste." He put the tray down on the table, giving Spyro a better look at the deer. It looked as if someone had glazed it over with wax and covered it with yellow powder.

"What is that?" Ember asked.

Mueleski scratched his chin. "Smoked deer with a thin layer of nectar and a special blend of spices which I am not allowed to say." He looked at Merik closely. "Are you sure you like this?" Merik simply nodded. Mueleski shrugged. "Okay, enjoy then." And walked back to his kitchen. Everyone looked at Merik expectantly.

"Is that the food you remember?" Spyro asked.

"Yes." Merik responded.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Flame's snout cringed. "It smells like someone is trying to hide the smell of Orc with flowers."

"I think it smells good." Cynder stated. Ember looked at her in shock.

"Really?" She asked.

Cynder nodded. "I can't say for sure, but it smells familiar."

Merik leaned in and took a big wif of the scent. Furrowing his brow, he sniffed again. "Hmmm..."

"What?" Spyro asked.

"I remember something else." He said. "It's a song." Spyro was intrigued. Partially on how the smell reminded him of a song, and partially on his sense of taste.

"Can you sing or hum it?" Cynder asked.

Merik nodded. "There's no lyrics. Just a melody." He cleared his throat and started to hum. It was beautiful. The melody held everyone in a trance. Everything blended perfectly with the next measure. Spyro felt calmer in that moment than he had for a long time. It was over in about a minute.

"That was beautiful." Ember said.

"It's a lullaby." Cynder said. Merik furrowed his brow even more.

"But what does this have to do with my past?" He asked himself. Spyro shook his head.

"I'm not sure, but I do know that I will help you in any way I can." He said.

"Me too." Cynder said.

Flame spoke up. "Hey, hurry up a and eat so we can get on the tour!"

The doctor stood next to his brother as they examined his research notes. Only a few candles provided reading light.

"I told you it was worth it!" The doctor exclaimed. "But you said noooo... That it was a waste of time and resources."

"Shut up!" His brother yelled. "Just because you made a specimen that could rival the powers of the purple dragon, doesn't give you gloating rights!"

"Oh doesn't it?" The doctor said smug. "If my calculations are correct, then I have made the perfect creature. Absolutely perfect! Increased strength, agility, reaction time, data and sensory processing and sensitivity. Even amplifying his already unique magical abilities. He could be a seventh member brother! And then nothing will stand in the council's way!"

His brother considered the possibilities. "If what you've told me is correct, and his memory is burried. Then there might be a chance to convert him to our side."

The doctor frowned. "I'm not saying it is impossible, but how are you so sure you can tame him?" He asked. This time it was his brother's turn to smug.

"You are not the only one who's been busy brother." He pulled out a heavy wooden case, unlatched it, and pulled out a large leather collar with runes enscribed on it. "This will make him bend to our will."

There it is, chapter three! Now this one took me a little longer than expected. I've hadn't had too much time to do anything, (a.p. calc and work are packing it on hard), and I barely made this chapter. So if I miss next Wednesday, don't think I've died or forgotten, just that there are other factors I have to juggle.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Rate it or review it if you want. No pressure. :)