Chapter Seven: Legacy

It was around mid morning when Nova's eyes slowly fluttered open. She yawned letting Durin know she was awake as he shook himself from his thoughts. "Good morning, Sleepy." He teased lightly.

"Err… Shut up," She puntcated her words a yawn. "I'm too tired to care about manners." She answered his unasked question. He withdrew his wing so she could stand.

"So when do you want to talk about the Academy?" Durin asked from his spot on the floor as he stretched out his back.

"Oh, um, I-I, do-do I-" Nova became a stuttering mess as she tried to form a response, Durin on the other hand? He just laughed at her.

As she stuttered she tried to come out with some sort of comeback. Anything. When an idea hit her… but wait, that didn't make any sense! Unless… "Are you Spyro?" She asked softly.

He stopped laughing and she felt the temperature drop. "No...No, I'm not. Why?" He asked. His voice was quiet and timid. It shook like a lone pole in an earthquake.

"Well you had said Spyro had been the l-last of the line of D-Durin, right?" She swallowed the lump in her throat. When she looked at the way Durin was frozen as if she had paralyzed him, his shoulders were tenser than she thought possible.

Finally, he looked up from the floor with a sad, far away look in his eyes, "No, I-I," He sighed, "My home town was slaughtered by the G'Norcs, including my parents." Nova took a step closer to him unsure of what to do. "I had ran at the first sight of the G'Norcs," He sucked in a deep breath, "I had made it halfway through the woods near the village when some G'norcs, who must have seen me run, ambushed me and dragged me back to the village." He paused for a moment as if summoning his courage.

Nova would have told him to stop but she was too shocked to react. "They-they needed a dragon's soul," Durin choked out, "For some crazy ritual to bring their dead legend back to life but the commander had jumped the gun. Killing all the dragons before they could capture one. But they found me. They rip-ripped my soul out of my body and took my element, my color, everything with it." Now Nova took a step back, Durin was soulless.

He let out a sad chuckle when he saw her horrified face, "I know, I know. The only reason I'm alive is because of Spyro. You know how I said I've talked to him before? Well, I talked to him after he saved me and when I was at the Chronicler's." Nova gasped.

Nova was shaking, this was horrible! "Spy-Spyro died in my arms, Nova. I held him as he died. I hadn't cried until then, not even when they took my soul, I just glared and been a smart-ass. When he saw me crying he said 'Don't cry. Brave Dragons like you are what this world needs, not old weapons of war like me." Durin sobbed, tears fell from his face; this time Nova knew what to do. She rushed to him and threw her wings around him and her arms around his neck. "He said that if I ever needed a new name Durin was open and that I had earned it." She buried her head in his shoulder crying herself.

"I used to be a Skylander, but that wasn't for me. Not then, there were to many rules and what not. So I left and became an author and, well, you know the rest."

"Durin."

"Yes, Nova?"

"You did earn it. You earned your name, Dad." She didn't care that he wasn't her biological father, she had a feeling she would like Durin more anyway.


The first thing Flame noticed when he woke up was the paper that was stuck to his face and the drool running down from his mouth. He lazily lifted his hand to block the sunlight from intruding his vision. He flipped his head to face the other side and sighed in relief as he closed his eyes…. But he realised what he was doing.

He shot straight up and looked at the ruined paper in panic; his panic skyrocketed when he saw it was a bill but soon dissipated when he saw who it was addressed to.

Should he?

Eh, the Church was dumb anyway.

He crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it in the air and shot a string of fire shaped to be needle sized and shaped and scored a direct bull's eye in the center of the paper ball. It didn't burn for long, it didn't even touch the floor before it turned into ashes. It's ashes fell softly like snow across the floor. He chuckled to himself before returning back to work.

The Church of Spyro was a lot of things. Popular, powerful, and had some of the most fanatic followers alive. And not his favorite people, he personally didn't believe Spyro was some all reincarnation god. He existed, but Flame didn't believe he was some god.

"Taxes, taxes, and more taxes." He spoke, signing off on the ones he thought were important and burning the rest. Not a great idea, yes, but he didn't really care. He was the Fire Guardian! No one could touch him!

After what seemed like eternity of signing papers the stack had diminished until it was only a few inches tall. He looked at the window behind him and saw that the sun had risen significantly since he last checked. It had to be around three now.

His door flew open and Malefor barged in. "Flame!"

Flame jumped and yelped in surprise and fell from his seat. He banged his head against the side of the desk as he hit the floor. "Malefor!" He shouted, he was about to complain when Malefor jumped on his desk - scattering all his papers all over the floor.

"Where's Cynder?" He accused. He leaned over to peek under his desk, when he found nothing he shot him another accusatory look. "What did you do to her?"

"First of all, nothing! Second of all," He growled, swiping at Malefor with his tail, "Who do you think I am? Cynder's my best friend! Not an adopted sister who I have a crush on! Oh, wait!" He shouted, He glared at Malefor, "That's you."

"S-Sh-Shut up!" He stammered, a small blush raising to her face, "You like her too!"

"I might," Flame growled raising to his feet, "but I'm professional about it and understand she doesn't like me in the same way. Now, what did you mean by 'Where is she?'"

Malefor shot him another glare, "She hasn't been seen all day. No notes, no messages of any kind. Just gone without a trace." He sighed.

"She's probably just out flying. You know how she gets sometimes, not to mention she looked pretty shaken up after Terra's little bomb drop." He pointed out.

"True, but she usually leaves some kind of note." He leaned toward him and whispered, "Between you and me. There's the one spot on the fair grounds that just feel… wrong."

Flame raised an eyebrow before saying, "Show me."


Malefor watched Flame with interest as he paced in a circle. "You're right there's something here." He stopped and lowered his head to sniff the ground. "I think we need to take this to the other Guardians - probably Eon too. There is something weird here." He took a few steps backwards. "But not here."

Makefor was too tired to give him a compliment about his detective skills, he was still reeling from Flame's previous comments. He loved Cynder, he would admit that, he had been raised along with her, they both had been adopted by Eon when they were both found abandon by a river. They were siblings in every way but blood. He had hatched before her and vowed to protect her no matter what

And now she was missing. Because he hadn't been there to protect her.

But he didn't like her in that way.

Right?

"Hey, Mally!" Flame shouted from a few yards behind him, he hadn't notice him pass by. "You coming? Or are you just going to be a statue all day?"


Eon and the Guardians were just as confused as they were about the spot of wrongness. "I wonder what caused this?" Voltage asked, "Perhaps some type of evil?" The duo hadn't told them about Cynder - or their theory about the spot's connection to her disappearance.

"No," Eon said, "Something far, far worse I think." kneeled down and touched the grass with two fingers. He seemed to be in deep concentration to Malefor. Malefor knew what he was doing, He was trying to sense any clue to what it was or who might have done it.

Malefor looked around at the assembled Guardians and Skylanders. All the Guardians except Icicle were there along with Elf and Jet-Vac. Everyone but him, Eon, and Flame gave the area a wide berth.

Finally Eon stood, Malefor moved next to him just in case he needed someone to lean on. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Jet-Vac broke the quiet. "What did you find?"

Eon held his forehead with one hand while waving Malefor away with the other. "I don't-I don't know… but whatever it was it was dark and it was very powerful." Malefor wasn't scared easily and was rarely afraid of an enemy. But there was an odd look in Eon's eye that disturbed him. It was fear and that's when Malefor became afraid.

Of an enemy no one knew anything about.


I finished way sooner than I thought. Waaay sooner. So I thought upload it to make up for lost time. Anyway, now you know Durin's backstory! Or is it? And No Cynder this chapter maybe next chapter. Also, Nova is the best and Durin is broken; so now there is two broken dragons instead of one… whoops, I will be exploring Durin's backstory more as the story goes on as well as Pulse Dragons and Prime Guards.

I will touch on the Church of Spyro later as they do become very important. Anyway not much to say this chapter in terms of technical things, so enjoy!

Fly high and long my little Dragonets!

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