The day after they coupled, Spyro and Cynder were summoned by the Guardians. From what Sid said, it wasn't good.

(Scene Change... Guardian's Chambers...)

'Spyro, Cynder, it is good that you came. We need to tell you a few things.'

'What's wrong Terrador?'

'You see young Spyro, ever since the last Year of the Dragon there has not been sufficient time or resources to get an official headcount for the Dragon species. We feared, worried, and even panicked at what the number might be, and now that we have the'

'Volteer. Please stop.'

'My sincerest apologies Terrador.'

'Anyways, as Volteer said, we haven't had the time or resources to count the number of Dragons in the world today. We do now have both of those, and we have conducted a search far and wide for more Dragons. We have the numbers and, they're not good. We found no other Dragons anywhere. We believe that some are in hiding from the war, and are not aware it is over,'

Cyril mutters under his breath.

'Cowards.'

'but it is very possible we are the last 5 Dragons on the planet.'

'I see.'

'Now, even worse, is that you and Cynder are the only ones we KNOW of that are of breeding age.'

'I don't like where this is going.'

'Cynder, Spyro, if that theory is correct, then we have a big, big problem. You and Cynder will be hard pressed to produce as many eggs as possible, but that's not the worst of it. Even if we find another... 5 Dragons of breeding age, we are going to have a serious inbreeding problem, and it'll only get worse with each Dragon that is not found.'

Cynder starts to tear up.

'Make no mistakes young ones. The bloodline of the Ancestors is well and truly dead. It may fall to you.'

'So that's it is it?'

'Eh, what is?'

'The reason why you guys have always wanted me around. I... You... I'M JUST BREEDING STOCK TO YOU!'

'Cynder, calm down. That isn't true. We never knew how few Dragons were left, and we weren't even sure if you were fertile until you entered your heat cycle. It was certainly possible that when you were under Malefor's influence that your reproductive system had been crippled. The fact that you may be the last female Dragon alive and indeed are fertile was merely a bonus.'

Volteer instantly puts a paw over his mouth.

'That was the wrong thing to say wasn't it.'

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. As if someone was speaking fact.

Gravity exists, Dragons can fly, and that was the wrong thing to say.

Cynder marched up to Volteer, grabbed his neck, pulled him close, and screamed.

'FUCK! YOU!'

The words had been mixed with Fear. So Volteer was, a little shaken.

'And once again Volteer's wagging tongue messes things up again.'

Volteer was too busy shivering with fear to offer a rebuttal.

'*Sigh* Regardless, Cynder, wee need your help. If you don't help us, Dragons will become extinct. Like it or not, it is your responsibility as a Dragon.'

'Grrrr. Fine, but I won't like it.'

'Cynder, I have a feeling you will like it as much as Spyro will.'

both Spyro and Cynder blush horribly.

'Sh-Shut up!'

'Regardless, that was not the only piece of news. There is a new King of Warfang, and it's not a good one.'

'What happened to the last king?'

'He fell into the planet when it split apart. He fell to his death. Now his successor is in power.'

'What's so bad about that?'

'This particular person, holds a grudge against ANYONE who had anything to do with Malefor and his army. Including Cynder.'

Cynder tenses up.

'He has already issued several warrants of arrest for people suspected of espionage, and we believe it is only a matter of time before Cynder gets a warrant.'

'So what do we do about that?'

'Cynder, Spyro, I believe that it would be best if you left Warfang. For good.'

A silence fell over the room. If only because Volteer was still paralyzed with Fear.