[REVISED]
It's come up in a review a few times that Ignitus should be dead; that isn't how this story works. Ignitus was just pushed out, near dead, from the ring of fire and the old chronicler is still alive.
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Chapter 4:
Spyro and Flame flew in silence for a few hours before Spyro's irritation needed an outlet. "Why did you force yourself into my task?" He snapped.
Flame was caught off-guard by that question. "I-I just wanted t-to help you," He stammered, surprised. The shock of the question made him lose a wingbeat, and he dropped several feet before carching himself, both physically and mentally. "I came to help Ember, mostly. She ... she means everything to me, and if I lose her, I-" his voice broke.
Spyro's fury lessened. "I understand what you mean... Cynder means just as muc-" just then, a voice interrupted their conversation.
"Wait!"
Both of them looked back to see another male dragon flying toward them as fast as he could. He was an ice wyrm only a little older than Spyro, and had jagged spines that were in the shape of lightning. With pure white scales and a blue underbelly toned over well exercised muscles and powerful blue wings, he stood out from a crowd easily.
Flame was the first to break the silence. "Cyrus? Is that you?" He inquired.
"Cyrus. Frost dragon, the White Wyrm... it depends on where I go. I've been around, but I figured I could be bothered to save a few dragonesses while I was here." He blinked, realizing he was beginning to ramble. "Anyway, I tried to get here as fast as possible, but... you two are either really fast, angry, or both." Cyrus said. While he said spoke, Spyro had a chance to look him over more closely. His wings looked as though they were set a small amount wider than normal, and his shape was slightly too sinuous or curved for an ordinary dragon. Perhaps a different race?
"Are you a wyvern?" Spyro inquired. It was the only possibility; the body shape was similar only to theirs and the only other known "draconic" species in the realms.
"Half-wyvern. I ah, wasn't really supposed to be born. Cross-species breeding like me has never happened before. And..." –he shut his mouth then, but still continued– "I'm pretty unpredictable."
Just then, Flame interrupted the greetings. "Hey! You never said you could do that." He said accusingly." And last time we met up, you said that you would tell me about all of the changes you had as a half-breed."
Cyrus smirked. "I didn't really have a chance, now did I? I just got back here." He faltered for a moment, then restablized.
He whipped forward, calling behind him as they continued on their way, "Well, are we going to save your girls or not?"
Spyro berated himself for forgetting their point. If he couldn't even remember to save Cynder, what would he do if... no, he couldn't think that way.
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So, there's the new character Cyrus. He'll be back... very, very soon. Anyway, another chapter by Drakonseye.