Chapter 11- Explanation

Day broke over the dragon realms, the sun giving the sky a bright-orange tinge as the Sun greeted the frigid land. Thin rays of sunlight were cast in through the window of the small purple dragon, who was promptly woken up by the bright glare. He seemed to have tear streaks on his face and bloodshot eyes, clear evidence of him crying through the night. He sighed as he got off his bed and stretched like a cat. It wasn't until he finished that he recalled the events of last night. He gave a sad sigh as he recalled the memory.

"Spyro…" Ignitus said in shock and horror. "How much did you hear!" His breathing was slightly rushed as the question hung in the air as the purple dragon refused to make eye contact. The response was a quiet one, barely above a whisper.

"Everything…" Ignitus took a step closer and Spyro repeated it slightly louder.

"Spyro, I …."

"Why did you lie to me...!" He yelled and then turned and flew down the hall, tears of pain and anger. The sound of heavier wing-beats behind him told him that Ignitus was in hot pursuit.

"Spyro, wait!" He heard Ignitus yell but he ignored him, something he never did to him but he could careless right now. Right now all he wanted was to be alone. He banked hard down another hall.

Ignitus was slowly losing him. Due to his small size and agility plus the constant training in flight has allowed him to become faster than the old fire guardian, even with his new youth. He saw the purple dragon bank around a corner then into his room where he promptly shut and locked the door, just as soon as Ignitus reached the door.

"Spyro… Spyro… please let me explain!" the chronicler pleaded. His only reply was a sobbing growl. "Damn it!" He roared at himself.

More tears escaped his eyes as the memory play in his head over and over. He had suspected Ignitus would be his father but when he told him his parents were killed he lost any type of hope of having a real family. But now that he found out his father was alive, he couldn't describe how he felt. He was happy because Ignitus was his father but was sad and hurt that he lied to him. 'Why did he lie to me?' He thought to himself. 'Is he ashamed to call me his son? Is it because of what I am?' He shook his head as he leapt out the window to get breakfast.

Ace was now walking down the hall with Kiba, Faith, Whirl and Aura towards Spyro's room. They discussed what they were gonna do today and decided to have a few training rounds. As they turned a corner they saw Ignitus walking the opposite direction with head low, wings drooped and tail dragging on the floor.

"Hey Ignitus how's it goin…?" Ace greeted but Ignitus just looked up ever so slightly and hung his head again as he kept walking. Just before he was out of view they could have sworn they saw a tear roll down the side of his face.

"Geez…. I wonder what's up with him." Kiba thought out loud. But they shrugged deeming it was not important. They continued on their way to their friend's room and knocked on the door. They heard a growl come from inside and looked at each other warily. "Hey Ace maybe you should go see what's up with your bro?" The black dragon nodded and fazed through the door using his powers of Darkness. He saw his brother lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey bro…," He chirped happily. Spyro only looked up ever so slightly and rested his head back on the bed. This worried him, first Ignitus now Spyro. 'Whats going on here?' the black dragon thought to him self. "Ok Spy what's wrong?" The room fell silent for a while as the purple dragon contemplated on if he should tell his brother or not. He figured his brother did have the right to know.

"Ace…," he said quietly. "Remember when I told you that I looked to Ignitus as a father?" The black dragon nodded.

"Yeah what of it…?"

"He is our father…" Ace looked confused.

"That's it… I thought you'd be happy finding out he was your father."

"I would have been if he didn't lie to me that my parents died. If he didn't tell me that then I would have had some hope that he was my father but he did and that was when I lost all hope for seeing my family." Just as Spyro finished there was a knock on the door.

Ace ambled over to the door and opened it just a crack to see the dragon they were talking about not even a minute ago. "Ace…" Ignitus said solemnly with his head low.

"Father…" He growled in response.

"I see he told but no matter I would like to speak with him please."

"Your son or your pupil…?"

"My son…"

"Well he's bummed out and doesn't wish to speak with you at the moment. Come back later." The black dragon nearly slammed the door in his face but the Chronicler's paw prevented it from closing all the way.

"Please…" He persisted. "I need to make things right." Ace stood there for a second as he thought it through.

"It alright Ace…" He heard Spyro call. "You can let him in." Ace glanced at his brother and slowly backed away from the door so the former fire guardian could enter. He sat on his haunches and looked at the purple dragon with remorse but Spyro was oblivious to this since he didn't make any eye contact. "Ace, I wish to speak to Spyro alone." Ace looked toward his brother who nodded slightly and silently left them room with a small glare at the old fire guardian and closed the door behind him.

Now that the two were alone Ignitus can talk to his son. "Spyro…" he started.

"Ignitus…" he replied, flatly, refusing to acknowledge him as his father. The old dragon sighed sadly.

"I know you might not forgive me for not telling you but…"

"You lied to me." Spyro interrupted, looking at Ignitus sidelong.

"I know Spyro but I…"

"Why did you lie to me…!" Spyro roared with a fresh wave of tears flowing down his face as he glared daggers at the old guardian. "Was it because of what I am? Were you ashamed to call me your son?" Ignitus shook his head vigorously almost to the point of snapping his neck.

"Of course not Spyro… I was always proud to call you my son…"

"Then why…? Why didn't you tell me?" The fire guardian was silent for a few minutes before he let out a long drawn out sigh. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"Spyro I never knew you were my son until I became the new chronicler." Spyro gapped at him. How could he not know who his own son was? "I thought your mother died before she laid your egg." Ignitus paused as he let the last few words sink in before continuing. "I was on a mission that was to intercept the Dark Master's forces before reaching the temple where we had the eggs. We successfully stopped the assault and headed back home where I was expecting your mother to be, only to find that the place was overrun by someone or something. I headed towards the temple as quickly as I could to see if she went there for shelter."

"As I made my way to the temple I noticed a small army heading towards the temple. This was the raid from that awful night. I quickened my pace and reached the temple in record time and searched for hours… but I couldn't find her. When I checked the egg chamber to see if she was there the raid begun and I had to save your egg if I ever had any hope of finding her."

Spyro was still for a while as his mind slowly processed this information. He lowered his head in thought as the old dragon took a few hesitant steps toward the bedside. He then lied down and draped his large wing over the young dragon, concealing him from the world around him.

After a few minutes of silence, there was a small, barely audible sound. Ignitus lifted his wing and saw the young purple sobbing quietly. He pressed up against the old dragon to try and sate himself with little success. He then looked up to meet the gaze of the older dragon with tears still streaming down his face. Ignitus's bright red eyes shone with a fatherly love for the young dragon. "Dad…" His voice was quiet but loud enough to hear. Ignitus smiled down at him. "I'm sorry. I just…"

"Shhhhh… its ok young dragon..." Everything will be ok." Spyro continued to cry as he pressed against his father even more, finding comfort in his presence. "Come on… I want to take you somewhere." He said as he slowly got up. Spyro quickly hopped on his back as the old grey dragon headed towards the door. They quickly exited the temple and took to the skies. Riding on Ignitus's back, Spyro couldn't help but ask Ignitus about his mother. The old dragon laughed lightly at his son's curiosity.

"Well Spyro she was a beautiful dragoness with silver scales that shone like the stars at night. She is actually a lot like you. Always looking out for others, putting them above herself. Even though you look like me you have your mother's eyes, a bright amethyst that showed nothing but happiness and understanding to all who looked in them."

They finally landed in front of a large cave. That's it… just a cave. "Uhhh… Dad…?"

"Come quickly Spyro or else you'll miss it." It..? What is it? When Spyro realized Ignitus was no longer outside, he bounded after him in curiosity. On the inside there was a small grassy ledge that looked over a crystal clear pond. It was a plain sight and Spyro was wondering what was so special about this place. Ignitus rested on the ledge and gestured for Spyro to lay next to him, which he did obediently.

They remained there for a few minutes as if waiting for something. Spyro's curiosity finally got the better of him and he asked, "What are we waiting for?" Ignitus only smiled and thrust his head lightly as a gesture to look. When the young purple dragon did his jaw dropped. "Oh way past cool…"

Cynder sighed as she laid on the balcony of the temple, the sun's rays cascading down on her. She fanned her wings out to soak up as much sun as she can and closed her eyes. She fell into a gentle doze as she let her mind wander. At first it wandered on various topics like her family and her adventures with Spyro. Then her thoughts drifted to the said purple dragon as began to wonder. 'Why haven't you said it yet Spyro?' she thought. 'Maybe he doesn't like me that way? Maybe we're not meant to be together? I guess I should just move on and meet new people. That Scorch guy seems nice but he's s cocky and self-centered. Maybe it's just a way to impress me or something…?' Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone speak.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" said a sly voice. The black dragoness's eyes shot open as she recognized the voice. The only thing she saw were bright yellow eyes and she growled at the owner.

"Scorch, what do you want?" she asked, partially annoyed as she rolled to her feet. The red dragon however shrugged as he started walk around her. She tensed up as he kept his eyes locked on her as if examining her every detail.

"Oh noting just thought I come out and watch the view." He replied slyly. Cynder snorted, apparently understanding what he meant.

"Whatever…" she grunted as she started to walk away.

"Aww come on, don't you wanna watch the sunset with me?" He pouted, pathetically but his voice still dripped with a tinge of arrogance. Cynder stopped for a second and weighed her options. She could just wait for Spyro and see if he truly did have feelings for her or she could move on and see new people.

'Ah what the heck…' she thought. 'I might as well keep my options open.' "Sure…" she replied as she sat next to him. Unknowing to her Scorch smiled in smug satisfaction and triumph as he looked over the horizon.