(To celebrate S1 of Korra- there is a blatant Avatar:TLA reference in here! Bet you can find it! And a HP reference in the title as well :3)

"Whoa! Did we get sucked into convexity again? I've seen a ton of weird, but this is too much!"

"Don't ask me, I'm hardly the expert."

"What about you, Purpley?" Sparx jabbed a finger at one of the great rubbery masses. "You know about convexity, right?"

"No idea. Maybe they got out of convexity."

"That's reassuring," the gold bug muttered.

And then the jellyfish flashed yellow. And Sparx screamed.

A moment of panic later and I held my shocked brother in my paws.

"I have an idea," he muttered feebly, "let's stay away from sparky sparky boomfish."

"Sparky sparky boomfish?"

"Crawlacker's worse…"

I smirked, relieved he was alive enough to jest. "Debatable."

"Are we moving or not?" Spyro muttered.

"Hey! I'm injured!"

Spyro sighed, "I've gotten a worse wound from a blind Manweresmall lady's walking stick. And I was bigger then."

I laughed, shaking my onyx head. "Now I wanna hear how that happened!"

"No, trust me. You don't. It involves blood and a lot of burned homes."

A pregnant silence took hold of the air. I shivered, remembering too late just how unlikely it was for Spyro to have a lighthearted story to tell. "Guess I'll trust you there, Violet."

Spyro sighed. "Sparx is right; you need to work on your nicknames. Not that he's better."

"Hey!" Previously mentioned gold dragonfly crossed his arms, "I resent that!"

I snorted, eager to tempt the conversation away from Spyro's past. "Sparxie, Sparxie, give Violet here more ammunition and I'll boom you into next week."

"Nice," Sparx griped sarcastically. But his eyes were laughing.

We flitted into the air and darted above the shimmering jellyfish, pushing the limits before being immersed in poison spores. They almost looked like glimmering deadly stepping stones beneath us. Looking down at the deadly path, I was once again grateful that I had a nice set of wings.

The Skavengers' scent was pulled along on the wind, making me shiver. I could have sworn I'd caught a faint trace of that scent before. But when I tried to pinpoint the memory it slipped by like the ghost of a dream. Elusive, like trying to grab a pawful of smoke.

"I know what to call those things!" Sparx's voice slashed into my thoughts. "Combustion fish!"

I growled in fake irritation, "They're electric! That suggests they either explode or light on fire!"

Spyro glanced at me, smirking. He seemed as eager to forget the ghosts of his past as I was. "Now who's the walking dictionary? Talking to Volteer a bit too often?" The ghost of a frown still hugged his purple muzzle, pulling at my heart. Even in laughter he had a sort of slump about him. He'd become better at hiding it, but it was still there.

I darted over, nudging his shoulder with a paw. "Volteer's a thesaurus, not a dictionary! I don't think even he knows the exact definition of everything he says!"

"This is just proof the both of you spend way too much time in what's left of the temple library."

With a grin I replied, "Time spent with books is never wasted!"

"Stop pretending to be wise," Sparx huffed. "I'm serious, Blackie! It's creepy!"

I turned to Spyro. "Well, what do you think?"

The purple dragon shrugged and sent me a forced smile, "I dunno, I'm pretty okay with anything that bugs the bug."

"I still resent that by the way…"

"It's a totally different topic!"

We darted over a mossy cliff-face and a few more boarhounds. The place had us all on edge, pulling us into the reassuring banter we loved so well.

…

Glancing over the aged pages, my eyes widened.

"Shit!" A word I hadn't used in a good twenty years curled off my tongue. Launching to my feet and across the room, a great snarl hurled from my chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Scavengers? How dare you! You know what they'll do if they find another dragon!"

The silvery dragon chose that moment to materialize. "She'll get here sooner. And such language is beneath you. While I respect your irritation, I expect you to hold your tongue."

"Irritation? I am far beyond irritated, and what do you mean beneath me? I was raised by dogs, what do you expect?" I strode forward, lips curling over ivory teeth. "But you know that, don't you? You arranged for the apes to find my parents. I've read my own book. Them or one purple dragon's grandparents, wasn't it? You knew what my childhood would become."

The bluish dragon's eyes narrowed. "I do what must be done. When I must twist fate, I will. If a few must perish for the world's sake, so be it."

I turned in disgust, shooting a glare back. "You don't care, do you? Millennia have turned you into a chess master and we're all pawns in your eyes. What am I to you? Your chess queen? My mate and child nothing more than game pieces?"

"You chose to come here yourself. You knew it would be hard to be a watcher."

"Not for you, old man. Never for you." I slipped off and into a shadow, shoulders slumping in defeat.