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Chapter 25: Spirited Dragons

"Can you hear me young dragon...Listen to my voice, and concentrate."

Sparx opens his eyes, with the sound of this faint voice, and they quickly fill with wonder then fear. He can see nothing but light at first, dazzling and brilliant, flowing with a pure power that he feels around his entire body. It holds him up-rite upon his four paws, keeping his frame solid and secure. However, the young dragon's vision focuses and that is when Sparx can feel his anxiety run wild. His feet are planted on a small platform with nothing but an endless abyss surrounding him on all sides.

"Where am I?" Sparx yelps, but the sound of his voice echos back at him louder and louder, causing pain to his ears, and making him lose his balance slightly. The young two-toned purple dragon, digs his claws into the stone platform he is standing on, staring down with an even larger fear of falling.

"Easy my little friend..." The voice rumbles softly. "...I shall do the talking Sparx, and you will answer my questions.."

The young dragon becomes confused even further.

"How do you know my name?" He asks much quieter, but still his voice echos back, causing him more anguish.

"Please, stop hurting yourself Sparx, and let go of your mind..." The voice calmly replies, soothing the young dragon's ears with his soft tone, and causing Sparx to become consumed.

"...We are but one soul, one heart, one mind...feel our energies together, swirling in unison, and tell me your deepest thoughts young one!"

Suddenly Sparx falls into a trance, and his eyes turn pure white. His paws standing firm on the small ledge.

"Yes son of Spyro, I see your great strength and the purity of your heart, however I also see the visions of your past that fill your heart with weakness.."

Sparx lowers his body with depression, but only for a second. His soul can feel a quick pulse of spiritual energy, lifting him back to his feet, and holding him there with no effort.

"Your past is troubled, young dragon, but I see greatness, and not weakness."

Again the young dragon lifts up higher upon his paws, feeling no weight in his body whatsoever, and a sudden inner peace.

"Now tell me what's is your deepest fear?"

Sparx takes a deep breath, and opens his mind, spilling a single thought that has been disturbing this inner peace.

"You are Spyro's son, never doubt that...for your father believes this to be so himself..." The voice says hearing this first thought, and dismissing it quickly. "He loves you Sparx, and has accepted Malefor for how you see him. A father-figure that saved his son from certain death, and for that he is eternally grateful..."

A slight chuckle is heard, as another quick thought is shot from Sparx' mind, and again it is answered just as fast.

"No...my little friend...you are not dead!" It replies, hearing the sound of concern in Sparx question, and the young dragon can feel another boost to his spirit.

"You are dreaming..." The voice continues, and suddenly an image of a white dragon begins to form before the tall platform Sparx is standing upon. "...and what a powerful dream this can be, but only if you let it."

Sparx lowers his left eye brow, showing the image before him, he is now thinking of more important things. He can hear his thoughts are of the past and mistakes he made that ended in someone's death.

"NO! And never think that again, young dragon..." He replies. "...You worry so much about your past, but I have only seen integrity in your actions, whether they were right or wrong..."

"...You feel that you are...a disappointment?" He continues somberly, feeling a great depression within such a young dragon, but his voice raises up, filling Sparx' soul with confidence.

"I have seen nothing in the hearts and souls of those dearest to you, that would agree with that dumb thought. I see a dragon whose future is brighter than he thinks, and a selflessness that rivals his father's"

A smile fills the entranced dragon's muzzle, and tears fall from his eyes. Quickly another thought is released for this voice to hear, now craving the answers he is looking for.

"You have done nothing wrong Sparx, but your fear is well placed..." The voice begins saying, hearing him ask about the past few weeks, not remembering much of them himself.

"...you know of the power that was inside of you, and how he tried to take what was not his..."

Sparx begins to cringe with fear, feeling this disturbing echo inside his soul, and realizing now in this dream state, what it was that was inside of him.

Sparx' pupils return to their normal color, and focus directly before him. He can now see the white dragon clearly, with his light purple eyes, and returning the same stern gaze as his own.

"Am I the Dark Master?" Sparx asks out loud, feeling this conversation has led up to this one question, and asking it with his own voice.

There is no painful echo returned to his ear, but suddenly the white dragon disappears. Sparx, within his dream, becomes tired and falls to his stomach with exhaustion. However, his ears can hear one word, as his body shuts down yet again, putting him at ease, and allowing him to fall into a deep sleep.

"NO!"

Standing side by side in their old sleeping chamber, Spyro still has his arm and wing draped around his wife. Their eyes, no longer showing their undying lover for one another, but now focused on the white dragon lying next to their son. The only thing left in the world that lays upon the mind of both parents.

"What is it, Diamond?" Spyro asks quietly, as the elder dragon removes his paw from his son's head. "Is there anything you can see?"

The white dragon pauses for a moment, hearing an echo in his mind of what once was.

"He is fine, Spyro..." Diamond replies, returning his confident eyes to the worried father. "...I sense nothing evil in his soul any longer."

"However..." The Great Elder continues, staring back down at the young dragon. "...I now see what you are talking about, and a dark power that was enraging his senses!"

Diamond places his paw upon Sparx' chest, and a smile crosses his face as he feels a very familiar pulse. One that he felt only minutes ago, while his paw was upon Spyro's chest.

"But...this dragon's heart is as strong as his Father's..." He remarks, then stands back up on his feet, walking over to the concerned parents. "...I have no fear that he will recover fully my friends...so please do not worry yourselves any more!"

Cynder breaks down again, and Spyro holds her in his arms tighter, knowing the emotional roller coaster she is still riding. Her shivering body sending a feeling of helplessness through her husband, as he can do nothing to stop her.

"Cynder..." Spyro yelps with concern. "Please calm down...he said, everything is gonna be fine!"

The dark dragoness buries her face into Spyro's chest, holding him tighter, and shaking much harder.

Suddenly Diamond places his paw upon Cynder, forcing her eyes to focus upon his. She can feel his touch warming the blood in her body with his spiritual powers. He smiles softly, hearing every thought that passes through her mind, and a slight laugh spills from his muzzle.

"Nonsense Cynder! You have done it...there is no one else!" He says, staring into her eyes, and answering the question she is asking over and over. "You no longer need to beg for forgiveness...and that is what is scaring you!"

Cynder's eyes open wide hearing the words she is thinking, come from the elder's mouth.

"You possess no knowledge of what it is like...to have no regret..." The elder remarks, walking back to her son, and placing his paw upon the young dragon's flank. "...and because of this...your are feeling like you life is over!"

Diamond lowers down on the cushion next to Sparx, staring at the young dragon, and seeing the vivid dreams her son is experiencing.

"Well, You are right, young dragon...your life is over!" He remarks, then looks back at the startled expressions from both Spyro and Cynder. A smile crosses his face.

"As your husband pointed out to you, young Terror of the Skies..." The elder says with a bit of creepiness in his voice. Cynder begins to shake again, as Diamond slowly gets back to his feet, and walks over to her.

"...He killed you!"

HE stares into her unsure eyes, then smile again.

"That horrible secret, you released today, was the last remaining part of that dragon long dead, holding your spirit back, never allowing you to feel you true self..." Diamond places his paw upon her muzzle, and closes his eyes.

"...now understand your real power, and begin your life again today...as Cynder. A strong dragoness with an unbreakable Spirit."

Spyro can feel his wife stop shaking immediately with a pulse of energy he has never felt from her.

Diamond's eyes are forced to reopen with a display of spiritual light, the likes of which he has never seen.

And Cynder...well she can feel herself reborn.

With a stroke of the Elder's paw, and a taste of his Spiritual power, the young dragoness fully understands his wisdom. A surge of strength, Cynder has never felt in herself, overwhelms the dark dragon's senses, but she is able to stay focused, feeling the sudden ability to control it.

Both Diamond and Spyro back away a step, as Cynder's power begins to build. The purple dragon stares at his wife, speechless, seeing her power increase with every passing second, filling the room with a bright glow that everyone can see...including a now very worried, very large, Water dragon.

"Monsoon...NO!" The Elder barks, seeing his giant friend run into the room and lunge at Cynder, to stop what he thinks is an attack on his master. However, before the Water dragon can stop himself, and before Spyro can prevent Monsoon from grabbing his wife, Cynder's eyes open wide and focus on the large blue dragon.

Her paw jets outward toward Monsoon, slamming him in the chest, and propelling his massive body across the room with great ease. Again both Spyro and Diamond stare at Cynder with shock, as she herself snaps out of this weird trance, looking around the room with surprise of her own.

She feels different, as if she was not in the same body, seeing things more clearly, not covered in shadow. A continued sickness, the dark dragon has felt her entire life, from the poison coursing through her veins, is gone, allowing Cynder to smell and taste the air without its toxic effects. Her fear...all but gone...now only worrying about the future, and the two dragons to her immediate left. Her dearest love, and her new purpose in life.

Suddenly Cynder's green eyes turn sharply to the entrance, as several dragons make their way into the sleeping chamber. They heard the commotion, and felt the cave shake when Monsoon slammed into the far wall.

"What's going on in here?" Excelcius commands, seeing the large dragon against the wall, holding his chest in pain.

"Nothing happened!" Replies the Elder, holding his paw up to stop the Palace Guards in place.

"Monsoon did something I've told him a hundred times never to do..." Diamond remarks sarcastically, walking over to his massive friend, and placing his right paw upon the blue dragon's sore chest. A glow of light envelops his paw, and he use his left paw to grab Monsoon's muzzle.

"...he attacked a dragon that was meditating with a new found power!" He says to his face, then looks back at Cynder.

"You're lucky she didn't kill you!"

The Dark Dragoness' eyes open wide with shock, as her memory of striking the large dragon returns.

"By the Ancestors...I did that!" She says with surprise, and Diamond begins laughing. She turns her attention to Spyro, whom also is showing signs that he is ready to laugh, but his reason for laughter is different.

He can see a glow in his wife's emerald-green eyes, one that he has never see before. The look of innocence now fills her gaze, and Spyro cannot help but feel his love increase for her.

"Yes, you did do that, Cynder!" Spyro says, grasping her powerful paw with his own.

"You are a much stronger dragon then you ever thought..." He says, pulling her arm, and forcing her against his chest, into a tight embrace. "...and I can't wait to meet her all over again!"

Everyone in the room can feel the power and emotion of both dragons, including one they thought was fast asleep.

"Mom...Dad!" The young dragon whispers, as his eyes slowly open

Cynder and Spyro quickly snap their attention to his voice, and run over to his side, seeing his purple eyes exposed.

"Sparx!" The say in unison, laying beside him in a second, and showering him with their love.

Cynder lowers her muzzle upon his head softly, while Spyro wraps his wing around his boy. They keep a gentle grasp, not smothering him, but still making sure he feels their touch cover his entire body.

Please, baby...say something to me!" Cynder cries just wanting to here his voice again.

Sparx tries to lift his head, and Cynder quickly moves her muzzle. She gently cups his jaw in her paw, lifting his head for him. His purple eyes, quickly scan the room, seeing a dozen faces he does not know, and different surroundings, however his eyes focus back to his mother and father.

"Where am I, Mom?" he asks with doubt in his voice. "What happened to me?"

Sparx can see worry fill Spyro and Cynder's eyes, when suddenly a white dragon's face comes between his mother and father, and Sparx eyes lock upon his.

"Young Dragon, I did not say to wake yet Did I!" The Elder remarks, and Sparx can feel a weird familiarity to his voice, and face. He reaches between Spyro and Cynder, placing his paw on Sparx' muzzle.

"I wanted you to rest..." He remarks without speaking, but Sparx can hear every word in his mind. "I know you feel their love, and want nothing more then to return it to them. Do not worry little one...I promise they will be here when you wake, and you will have a lifetime to show this love, but not yet!"

Sparx' eyes close again, and quickly his head falls limply back down to the cushion he is lying upon.

"I will also be here waiting for you...my young friend" the voice softly remarks to the slumbering dragon's thoughts. "...and I will answer ALL of your questions then!"

Spyro and Cynder become upset, hoping to talk with their son, however they can see Sparx drift off into a deep sleep and will not be able to speak with him.

"Why did you do that?" Cynder remarks with a sad tone in her voice, staring at her son, and just wanting to hear his voice again.

"He is not strong enough yet, Cynder!" The white dragon replies, grasping her muzzle and pulling it over to look at his eyes. A large smile fills his face, seeing her aura, only darken slightly with her depression, instead of disappearing completely as it would always do.

"I want your son to be at his strongest..." Diamond says softly, staring deep into Cynder's green eyes. "...when he sees his mother...for the first time with no regret in these eyes!"

Cynder's begins to tear up, and her spirit returns to its brightest glow yet. Only Spyro has ever made her feel so good about herself, and the young dragoness can barely contain her emotion.

"I know for a fact that he will be impressed..." Spyro remarks staring down at the glow that is coming from his wife, filling the room again with a brilliant light. "There is no way to avoid your new beauty Cynder...It is amazing..."

She turns her tear filled eyes to her husband, and can see his expression turn from joy to uneasiness. The young dragoness gets to her feet, looking at Spyro with curiosity, seeing there is something on his mind. Spyro looks over at his wife, then lowers his head again, proving to Cynder he is upset at something.

"What is it Spyro?" She says walking up to him, and placing her paw upon his face.

"I feel worse for never saying a word to you before now..." He says, removing her paw, and look down with depression.

"...I believed if you knew, then you would never be able to forgive yourself, and I would have lost you..." The purple dragon cries, wrapping his arms around Cynder, and holding her tightly. "...but now I can see what a mistake that was...because I would have found what I was looking for long ago!"

Spyro looks over Cynder's shoulder, down at his baby, and can see the smile across his sleeping muzzle.

"It's a mistake I'll never make again...I promise!" He whispers with tears flowing. "If I waited this long, to finally have the true love I saw from you years ago...then I can definitely wait, a little longer, for my son!"

Cynder lowers her head against Spyro's chest, feeling his pulse beating fast, and feeling his anxiety as well.

"You always had my love Spyro..." She remarks, then smiles hearing his heart beat slow down a bit. "...it was the only thing that kept me going, and the reason I fought for so long!"

Cynder raises her head to look at her husband, and reveal the reason she never told him.

"I also never said a word, because I thought if I told you...that you would have left me...or worse..." She says somberly, lowering her head against his chest again. Cynder digs her claws into Spyro's back...holding on for her life, not allowing him to move from her grasp.

"...and I would not be alive to see what I have become...I know that now!"

A large smile fills the muzzle of the Great Elder, a feeling of complete joy overwhelming his emotions, seeing the once turmoiled couple's energy, swirling together in unison.

"I would like payment now Cynder!" He remarks with sarcasm, and the dragoness spins her head around to stare at him "I have never given my Spiritual energy to anyone, without a price!"

Spyro's eyes begin to show anger, however his wife is quick to answer the old dragon's demands with no hesitation.

"Almost anything I own...is yours to have..." She says with a gracious tone, placing her paw upon the Great Elder's shoulder. "...I need nothing more then the two dragons in this room!"

A large smile fills the features of the old dragon, and he takes a big sniff of the air.

"All I desire...is what I can smell!" He remarks with his mouth-watering, unable to stop the scent of Cynder's cooking from saturating his overdeveloped senses.

Spyro can see the smile fill Diamond's face, and with his response, he quickly feels at ease. However, his next words bring anxiety to both dragons.

"I think I will head for the Kitchen, and get a clearer smell of this wonderful aroma..." Diamond remarks turning around and seeing nearly a dozen other dragons waiting at the doorway.

"...all I can smell are these Palace Guards...and it is quite unappealing!"

"NO!" Cynder remarks with fear, knowing where she sent someone to hide with Stryder's warning. "You can't go back there!"

Diamond, turns his head, and raises his left eyebrow.

"Why not, young lady...is there something you are hiding from us!" He replies, turning his attention to Excelcius, head of the Elite Palace Guard. "Something you don't want anyone to see!"

Cynder gasps, grabbing her husband's paw tightly, and Spyro is now quick to realize where Malefor is. He begins to open his mouth, but Diamond is first to speak. The white dragon knows who's back there, he can smell him over everything, and is just playing with the minds of his friends.

"I know what it is, Cynder!" He says with arrogance, and the dark dragoness gasps again, so does Spyro.

"You don't want anyone to know your secret..." The Great Elder remarks, turning his head around and giving the startled couple a wink of his eye. "... ingredients...and I completely understand."

"Excelcius!" Diamond barks, making Spyro and Cynder jump with his sudden stern voice.

"I want you to take your guards and..." Diamond pauses seeing a bead of sweat form on Spyro's forehead, waiting for him to order the guards to the kitchen and seize the Dark Master.

A smile crosses the old dragon's muzzle, as he returns his eyes to the large fire dragon.

"...set up an area near the river outside...It is a beautiful day, and I would prefer to dine in the open air."

Excelcius rolls his eyes for a second, getting an order to do such a simple task, however the smell of Cynder's stew is overwhelming to all, and he gives no argument, turning to leave with his fellow dragons.

Diamond walks back up to Spyro and Cynder, with a smile.

"Now, you can trust ME with your secret Cynder, can you not?" Diamond asks smugly, and the dark dragoness, with a pure white aura, returns his smile saying yes with no words.

"Monsoon!" The white dragon barks, startling Cynder and Spyro again.

The large blue dragon labors to his feet, still shaking off the effects of a powerful blow to his chest. The water dragon strides, with pain, to his master, staring down at the much smaller Cynder, feeling a bit embarrassed about being leveled by a female dragon one-quarter his size.

"You will stay be my side, understand!" He orders, and both Spyro and Cynder's eyes open with worry.

"You will not speak of anything you see and you will not make any aggressive move unless provoked..." The white dragon says with a more stern tone in his voice, and Monsoon gives him a bit of an odd look, but is quick to nod his head.

"...I know what you are going to see will enrage you my old friend, but you must trust me..." He says, placing his paw on Monsoon's jaw, giving him a pulse of his healing energy.

"...I believe after this day, you will have a new enemy to seek your family's revenge upon!"

Cynder gives the Elder a weird stare, hearing Diamond's cryptic words to his massive valet, but then notices Spyro lower his head like he has the same knowledge.

"What is going on, Spyro?" Cynder asks, and he turns his head to look at his wife.

Never wanting to keep a secret from her again, the purple dragon is quick to try to spit out one word.

"Ty..." He says, before the Great Elder slams his paw around Spyro's muzzle.

"NO...you must not tell her..." Diamond's voice echos in his head. "...she will only go after him Spyro, and Cynder is not ready to fight...yet!"

Spyro eyes open wide hearing the tone in his voice.

"Give it time my friend, and tell no one..." He continues out loud, seeing Cynder becoming a bit nervous. "...this is a secret you must keep from her for the time being, and one she will understand!"

Sitting on his hind quarters in the rear of Spyro's home, only one thing consumes the mind of Malefor, and that is the precious life in the soft grip of his paws.

"Please...help my daddy!" Continues to repeat in his memory, that and the tears from the sparkling blue eyes of a baby dragonfly.

After Stryder's warning, the purple dragon disappeared with a bending of Light, and fled to the back of the cave. However, when he reached the kitchen area, where Cynder told him to hide, he encountered a terrible situation unfolding. The beating that Spyro's father took from a ruthless attack, had been more severe than first thought.

Hearing the Palace Guard enter the cave, Malefor knew his life was in jeopardy, but he also heard the desperate cry of a young girl, just wanting her daddy to be OK. Malefor saw Spyro's father would die without immediate help, so with no regard for his own life, the large dragon reappeared before Nina and Sapphire.

Startled for a moment at his sudden presence, the young dragonfly cares not, for she has a deeper fear in her heart. Sapphire, with childhood innocence, would ask anyone for help at this moment.

"Please...find my brother..." She cries with desperation. "...my daddy is hurt!"

Malefor balks, hearing the concern in her voice, and steps over to the moaning dragonfly. Seeing how close to death he is, and knowing that he is the only one that can do anything before it too late, Malefor sits down, looks at the closing eyes of a proud father, and can feel a deep responsibility .

"What are you doing Malefor..." Flash whispers with his fading breaths, knowing his son intentions to hide him until the time was right. "...do not let them see you!"

The large purple dragon smiles, then snatches the small dragonfly in his paws.

"I care not what happens to me..." The large dragon remarks, with a dead seriousness that startles the injured dragonfly. However, hearing his next words, Flash can feel the beginning of his healing process, with an expression of gratitude.

"...I am only here, because of your Son's honor..." He says, while lowering his other paw over the blue dragonfly, covering him in his palms gently. "...and I will be glad to give up my life, if only to repay the one that taught him such values."

"Thank...you...Mal...e...ffff..." Flash softly whispers before passing out, and a feeling of redemption fills Malefor's soul. A glow of light begins to fill his palms, and he turns to the two young dragonflies hovering before.

"I will do what I can to heal him..." He says with a new confidence, and his pupils disappear.

"...but do not touch me while I'm using this power, it would be deadly to you!"

Malefor slowly lowers his head in meditation, and his entire body begins to glow.

Nina becomes worried, seeing that he is just standing in the middle of the room, not even trying to hide from the guards, only fifty feet down a wide open tunnel.

"Sapphire...Go over there and let me know if anyone comes down that hallway!" She says to her daughter, and the little dragonfly takes off, but then stops.

"Please...Help my Daddy!" She says back to Malefor, and the entranced dragon shutters from her emotion. He can see the tears pouring from her eyes, reminding him of Sparx' emotion every day after losing his Mother in hell.

Malefor focuses all of his efforts into the small creature in his palm, trying to keep pace with his rapid heart beat, so he can heal his wounds. The large dragon allows himself to become fully entranced to accomplish this difficult task, matching a dragonflies incredibly fast pulse.

After several tense moments, Malefor shows a slight smile. He can feel the dragonfly's heartbeat settle, and his increases to match. Soon thereafter, life energy begins to leave his paws and enter Spyro's father.

Nina can see the glow from Malefor's paws get brighter, and her heart fills with joy seeing her husband moving around in his lose grip. However, a sudden shaking of the cave, and the sound of scurrying feet, scares the green dragonfly. She looks over to her daughter to make sure no one is coming, and is slightly relieved as Sapphire shakes her head NO.

The worried Dragonfly has no clue that her son has returned, and why the cave just shook so violently. In fact, Nina almost feels as if she is hiding a fugitive, keeping her son's secret from the Palace Guard.

Tensely she stares back and forth at Malefor, just standing in the open, and her daughter, making sure no one is coming. Finally Nina's nerves get the best of her, and she flies over to the hallway to watch for herself.

The shaking green dragonfly stares down the hall with her child now clutched in her arms, waiting intently for the first sign of movement toward them, but it never comes.

Nina begins to calm, and looks back over at her husband and Malefor. The roller coaster of emotion driving her in circles. She can see more movement from Flash, and becomes joyful, while in the next breath, hearing more sounds she cannot explain come from the living room.

"What is happening?" She asks herself, inching down the hall trying to hear the voices she cannot understand, when suddenly.

"NO!" Malefor yelps, and she hears her husband violently gasp. "It's not working!"

Nina's attention is no longer down the hall, but now focused on the motionless dragonfly, in Malefor's palm.

"FLASH!" She yelps, flying towards her husband, fearing the absolute worse. However, before she can get close enough to see with her own eyes, Malefor closes his fingers tightly around him, and holds his clutched paws before his muzzle.

"NO!" She yells, but suddenly realizes the large dragon has not given up either.

Malefor opens his eyes, staring towards the roof, and looking for guidance from a good friend. That is when Nina can see this dragon's true magic.

Malefor begins pulsing with energy, pure and powerful. His eyes no longer white, but dark purple, like the scales of his body. He becomes oblivious to his surroundings, only feeling the small dragonfly clinging to life in his paws.

Suddenly drawing a large breath to fill his lungs, Malefor lowers his mouth down to his paws. The glow of his healing touch begins to shine in his palms again, then becoming brighter as he adds more power with a slow exhale from his mouth.

The green dragonfly, stares in awe at the rainbow of color produced by Malefor's breath, and can feel its Spiritual essence fill the room with life. With his massive lung capacity, Malefor continues to pour a vast amount of this incredible magic into the near lifeless body in his paws.

A magic he learned while living a thousand lifetimes in hell, and one that didn't come from his dragon ancestors, but his incredible second wife. A White Shepard that was first to save his soul, one that was proud to teach her husband, of nearly four million years, everything that she knew, and the only real power that Snow possessed.

An odd couple, that they were, but it was never about physical attraction. Malefor saw what he lost in Snow's blue eyes, feeling a love and admiration that was more than he ever thought possible from someone so small.

For several minutes, the purple dragon never stops exhaling this special magic, filling the small dragonfly with a healing energy of a different kind, hoping this can do more than just his powers.

Sapphire's attention has now been drawn to the light filling the room as well, and her eyes locked on the brilliant glow coming from her father, in Malefor's paws. She does not notice the sound of footstep approaching from living room.

"Sapphire!" A voice from down the hall yelps, and the little dragonfly turns her head to the left.

Her eyes open wide seeing her brother and sister-in-law walking towards the kitchen, however that is not what is scaring her. It is the white dragon and the massive blue one, walking alongside of them, that takes her breath away.

"Someone's coming!" She yells and disappears from view.

The Great Elder smirks at the young dragonfly's sudden disappearance, then looks over at Spyro.

"Your sister reminds me so much of another sibling of yours..." He says, seeing the small but bright aura of Sapphire drop from his view. "...I can see the same devoted spirit..."

Suddenly, Diamond stops, and his eyes open wide. He can feel the power from Malefor, building further and further.

"Oh no!" He barks with fear, finally able to sense what Malefor is doing, as he increases his the output of energy.

The old dragon begins walking faster down the hall, feeling this unique power, and wanting to get a glimpse of the energy he has never sensed before.

The other three dragons, startled by his sudden change in attitude, quickly follow Diamond towards the kitchen.

Spyro and Cynder, being younger, pass the Great Elder and make it to the large room first. Their eyes filling with a dramatic scene as their mother weeps before the powerful purple dragon, praying to her ancestors for a miracle.

"Dad!" Cynder barks, having full knowledge, in fact seeing the horrible attack Tycor made against a defenseless dragonfly.

Spyro hearing the word Dad, suddenly feels sick, seeing the amount of power that Malefor is using to revive him. The purple dragon leaps forward to help if he can, but his tail is grabbed from behind.

"Do not touch him Spyro..." The Great Elder remarks with his stern eyes focused upon Malefor. "...He is in a deep trance!"

However, the slow-moving blue dragon finally makes it to the large room, and his eyes lock upon Malefor...the Dark Master...his family's murderer.

A loud grunt of anger is heard from his old friend, and Diamond turns his attention to Monsoon, watching him charge.

"MONSOON...DON'T!" He shouts, but there is too much rage inside the large Water Dragon, to obey his master, and Diamond is helpless to stop the inevitable.

With crackle of thunder, and vast explosion of energy, Monsoon is slammed with an enormous amount of ancestral power. His large body, flung effortlessly back to whence he came, and towards the three dragons that entered the room with him.

Spyro's eyes open wide, knowing his wife and the Elder are behind him, and plants his hind legs to absorb most of the impact. Fear fills his heart, as his body begins to solidify, he knows he can't stop this much weight in such a short space, and someone is gonna get hurt.

Diamond's eyes open just as large, seeing his massive body hurling at him, and knowing there is noting he can do to stop it either. However, he suddenly feels two arms wrap around his chest, and weird sensation of darkness filling his body. All light disappears in an instant, and the white dragon feels panicked. He can't see, he can't hear, and can smell nothing, only the tight grasp around his chest lets him know he is alive with feeling.

Then just as fast, every sense in his body returns, and his amazing eyes catch the wisps of dark shadows floating away. But, what he doesn't see, is Monsoon's large frame coming at him any longer.

"Sorry if I scared you..." Cynder whispers in his ear, feeling a shutter in his body before releasing her embrace around his chest. "...I didn't have time to warn you!"

"What was that?" The elder remarks, still feeling the after effects of such a weird sensation of nothing.

"I pulled you into the Shadows with me..." Cynder replies, looking down, feeling like she did something wrong by his expression. "...I'm sorry...I didn't have a choice!"

Diamond places his paw on her chest, and Cynder looks back up, feeling his touch. She can see gratefulness in his eyes.

"Thank you...Cynder!" He says. "You saved my life, I cannot express my gratitude..."

The dark dragon places her paw on Diamond's mouth.

"You saved mine..." She says, smiling at him proudly "...we're even!"

The Great Elder smiles back, then suddenly his eyes scan the room, seeing Monsoon laying against another wall, however someone important is missing.

"Where is Spyro?" He asks, looking around.

"UM UNDRR HRR!"

The muffled sounds return both dragon's attention to Monsoon, and the jostling his body begins to make. With a loud grunt, the large blue dragon is rolled over on its side, and Spyro pops his solid rock head up from under the massive frame.

Both Cynder and the Great Elder stare in awe never seeing Spyro, or any dragon for that matter, perform such a powerful technique.

"Spyro..." Cynder says with surprise, seeing the outline of her husband in pure granite. "...Is that you?"

Spyro yanks his stone tail from under the unconscious blue dragon, and quickly nods his head. The smug smile and the pupil-less eyes of her love, tell Cynder the unbelievable truth, but it's when his vibrant color starts to return that she truly sees her Spyro

Cynder smiles and leaps at him, wrapping her arms around the still rock hard mid section of her husband, and returning a compliment he gave her moments ago.

"You are a much stronger dragon then you thought..." She whispers in his ear, and smacks his rock hard chest with her paw. She back her head up staring into his eyes, and lets out a pleasure-filled growl

"...and I can't wait to meet YOU all over again!"

Spyro smiles inside, feeling this new love in his heart, however his eyes are quickly drawn to something else, and Cynder can feel his heart begin to race.

The Great Elder is no longer concerned with the happy couple, but is now focused sternly upon Malefor, and slowly walking towards him.

"Diamond..." Spyro remarks, turning Cynder around in his arms, and holding her from the side, allowing his wife to see what has his attention. "...What are you doing?"

Cynder also becomes alarmed, as the white dragon gets closer, seeing Malefor's energy jump across the shortening gap between them.

"Don't touch him!" She yelps, but Diamond reaches his palm out to the purple dragon.

Malefor, holding his paws up to his mouth, is still showering Flash with an endless amount of healing energy, however it is not working. He can feel the small heart of Spyro's father slowing down, but continues adding more power, not giving up on his life.

Suddenly he can feel a paw placed upon his chest and a pure energy he has not felt since he was young, and the one time the Ruler of Avalar.

The purple dragon's eyes return to normal, focusing down at the white dragon.

"It cant be!?" He says with shock, then suddenly is overcome with Spiritual energy.

"Easy, my old friend...I will handle this from here!" A voice he has not heard in over four million years rings in soul. "You have been through enough!"

Unable to move or speak, the purple dragon can feel his body used as a conduit for Diamond's power, sending a pulse of energy through his chest and into the near lifeless dragonfly in his paws. Malefor's eyes never blinking, staring at the white dragon before him, and waiting for use of his faculties if just to hold the Spirit dragon he remembers.

Spyro and Cynder, still standing in the background, cannot believe their eyes, they were expecting the Great Elder to be angry with them, but it seems as if he is happy to see the old Dark Master.

Malefor can feel control of his body and all of his senses return, including a shuttering he can feel in his palms, however, the large dragon is still frozen by the light purple eyes focused upon his.

"You should let him go, Malefor..." The white dragon remarks with the sarcasm. "...I think the little fella needs air!"

Malefor does a double take, then opens his palms quickly, remembering what's in his paws, however he never takes his eyes off Diamond, staring at him with awe and disbelief.

Spyro and Cynder are in awe at how easily the Great Elder healed their father, but mostly how not in trouble they are. Both look at one another with the same look of shock, then turn their attention back to what they cannot believe.

"You're alive!" Malefor says with great shock to the white dragon, seeing the dragon he thought long dead, and a soul that has troubled his mind for so long.

However, Flash is quick to answer.

"Thanks to you Malefor!" The blue dragonfly replies, thinking he was the one being spoken to.

Flash closes his eyes, slowly floating up to the large dragon's face, and bowing his head in appreciation.

"I know it's not much..." He says softly. "...but if you ever need my help...I will be there!"

Flash raises his head and opens his eyes sternly. He can see that Malefor is now looking directly at him, hearing such a deep admiration in his thanks.

"I'm sure that the Dragonfly nations of Avalar, will give you the second chance that my son thinks..." Flash pauses hearing what he just said is wrong.

"...NO!...The second chance you truly deserve"

"I don't even to need to touch him, to read his thoughts old friend..." The old dragon's voice echos in Malefor's mind, and gives him a jolt of his powers to calm his nerves.

"...You have already made a small step in the right direction..." He continues, reading his thoughts as the large dragon freely gives them.

"I know he's gone my old friend..." The white dragon, remarks then closes his eyes. "...and I know how badly he hurt you when he left. I can feel the pain in you thoughts..."

Malefor lowers his head with depression, but Diamond is quick to stand on his hind legs, and lift his one time friend's chin. His eyes opening wide and burning into Malefor's

Spyro and Cynder cannot believe their eyes, seeing the physical emotion coming from the two dragons they thought would be screaming at each other, and more so as Diamonds voice echos in their ears.

"...But I see my old friend's spirit again..." He says loudly, and both husband and wife are shocked even further, especially when Diamond hugs the large purple dragon.

"...and it is brighter than ever!"

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