The fighting begins, as I wind this story down, but I also bring the funny. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 29 Deal of the Century


A single tear falls from the inner corner of Spyro's right eye, rolling along the up turned curve of his smiling grin to the front of his bulbous nose. It lands directly upon the bridge of Sparx's muzzle, making it harder for his son to remain steady.

"Come on, Dad, you're gonna make me cry!" he remarks, knowing how emotional his father is and having an issue with keeping his own feelings in check.

The honor that his dad bestowed only a week ago, now being made final, as the former Guardian Master places his old helmet upon the one whom succeeds him.

A helmet designed by a proud father, grandfather, and husband, whom had recently left this world for the next.

"He knew you were going to follow me, Sparx." Spyro whispers, seeing his son's horns slide perfectly into the back set of holes, added by the one who foresaw a reunion between father and son, but never got the chance to witness it.

"My father was sure you would come back," Spyro continues, adjusting the helmet his foster father helped to make, forcing his boy's eyes up to his. "And I only wish he could see us now."

The tears he has tried to hold back begin streaming from a proud grandson, recalling the little dragonfly that raised a true hero. He was the one Sparx always spoke with to calm his broken emotions, as Flash would never hold back anything, even if meant insulting his son.

"He can see us, Dad," Sparx replies, grasping his father's paw from this helmet, holding it tightly before his hero and himself. "As sure as I am about this...I know he knows."

Spyro encases his son within the confines of his huge orange-red wings, embracing him as hard as the day he first held him. "Be careful, Sparx, because...I don't know what I will do if I lose you again."

"I'm not going anywhere, Dad," Sparx replies with a choked up voice, gripping his father with the same fear of loss, knowing his life has finally become complete. He looks around at the inside of the cocoon his father has wrapped him in, and feels the contentment that has been missing in his life for a long time.

"I belong right here...and I always have."

I love you so much...my son. The thought, spoken so strongly in Spyro's soul, sends a chill down Sparx's spine, and both dragons keep their embrace for as long as they can.

However, "I have to go, Dad..." Sparx says softly, knowing Volteer and Monsoon are standing directly behind them, waiting for their Guardian Master to lead this powerful group of three to Dragoon Bay. "...I will make sure to be as careful as I must, and promise to be back before you know it."

Spyro unfurls his wings from around his son, then snaps them back to his flanks. The king lowers his head in a respectful bow, allowing several more collected tears to drip from the purple dragon's nose.

"I thank you for your support in this time of war, Guardian Master," he says with great respect, as he should when the king addresses his Master Guardian.

Sparx shows a bit of a smirk, then genuflects himself.

"I serve at the pleasure of the King."

"Are you two done yet?!" Monsoon sarcastically barks out, placing a smile on both father and son as they turn to him. "'Cause I was just wondering if we should give you some privacy while you hug and cry all damn day, or if we should actually get into a more angered mood for fighting."

Sparx steps slowly to his old friend, staring up at the large dragon with a very playful smile.

"I can be in a good mood and still wipe the floor with you, Monsoon," he says, putting a very wide grin upon Volteer's muzzle, as the larger dragon quiets himself, and returns to a more attentive posture. The two toned purple dragon glances back at his father, and gives him a slight wink. "However, as Guardian Master, the laws say I am no longer allowed to strike him, right?"

Spyro nods his smirk-filled muzzle up and down, watching as his son tauntingly puts a bit of fear in the Water Guardian's eyes, and without being physical. Sparx then returns his attention to the colossal sized blue dragon, putting a little more fear in his soul.

"But if you decide to push me today...I will test the limits of those laws!" Sparx eyes flash with power, showing he is not kidding any longer.

"OK... OK... I get it! You're ready for a fight!" Monsoon blurts out anxiously, and Sparx quickly shows him a smile. The three Guardians then turn from the king, and head to a small portal platform that will send them to Dragoon Bay instantly.

However, before either of the powerful dragons can leave, a young cheetah runs in from the far room.

"King Spyro...King Spyro!" He yelps with an alerting tone, sliding on four paws before the purple dragon into a bowing position. "We are getting a communication from Queen Cynder, Your Highness!"

Sparx's eyes light up, and he turns his head back towards his father, whom has already begun linking the call.

"I guess we wait a bit longer now?" Volteer asks sarcastically, as Sparx gives him a wink, already striding back to his dad.

"Spyro!" Cynder's voice is hushed in static, as it is being sent from the farthest reaches of their communications ability. However, it is still clear enough for both purple dragons to hear a voice they long for.

"Hey, Mom!" Sparx replies first, putting a smile on her face as he enters the camera's view.

"Hi, Sweetie, I'm glad you're still there," she replies, then nervously looks away to the side. "What do you mean he negotiated an exchange too..." she barks, then looks back at her husband.

"Hang on, Spyro, it appears Damian has been talking with the Chroniclers, and somehow they made a very odd deal with the pirat..."

The screen suddenly shuts down, changing view from Cynder to a very smug looking Black Bear.

"Greetings, your Majesty!" Lord Riven remarks, bowing his head slightly in respect to a King. "I was told to contact you upon this frequency, so I may receive your surrender decree and tribute in loss."

Sparx looks at his father, then turns to Volteer and Monsoon, whom show the same expression he has.

"AH... HA... HAAA... HAAAAA..." Sparx laughs hard, then focuses his purple eyes strongly upon the black bear. "...GO FUC..."

Spyro's paw is quickly upon his son's muzzle, holding him from saying exactly what he wants to. However, the last thing Cynder said still rings in his ears, and the cooler mind prevails.

"Begging your pardon for my son's outburst, but you have us at a loss," the purple dragon replies, showing a look of truth in his eyes that Riven accepts. "We, as males, do not negotiate. That is the responsibility of the Queen, and I have yet to speak with my wife on this matter."

"You let your Queen negotiate?" Riven quips sarcastically, and Spyro roars back loudly, startling both the Pirate Leader and his own son.

"I WILL NOT BE SEEN AS A WEAKLING BY SOME PIRATE SCUM!" The King continues with a roaring voice, staring down the small black haired bear. "We are ready for battle. So, if you want to come down here and die, be my guest! If not, stay on this channel and wait for my reply!"

Spyro shuts down the communications, clearing the view screen completely. He then releases his son's muzzle, allowing his boy to look up at his father with shock.

"What the hell was that about, Dad?" He asks, but can already see his father begin smiling, as his mind condemplates a reason for his son to hear.

Never show weakness to a pirate, Sparx... he thinks, while tapping buttons on the com panel, retrieving the data stream that was interrupted. Spyro returns his wife to the viewer, then he turns to his son, showing a very sarcastic stare. ...I thought you were a Skylander General?

Father and son share a slight chuckle together then focus their attentions to the view screen before them. Both purple dragon's auras increase seeing a smile from ear to ear on Cynder's face.

"What is it, Honey?" Spyro asks with a bit of confusion in his voice, however, his smile stays put, knowing his wife has good news.

"You are not going to believe what I was just told..." she says, reaching a paw off camera, and pulling a large Kodiak into view. "...it appears you made one incredibly powerful friend, Spyro!"


"OK...What the hell just happened!?" Lord Riven asks his first officer, staring at the black screen that had two purple and gold dragons on it a second ago.

"You insulted their King!" Tibbers retorts sarcastically, recalling the destroyers for a battle that may be unavoidable now.

The small Black Bear turns to his much larger white-haired friend, showing a vast amount of confusion on his normally steady face.

"I don't get it!" he says with a concerned tone, before looking back at the blank screen. "Bosco wouldn't lie about negotiating a truce, why did their King look as if he never spoke with him?"

Tibbers continues sending orders to the fleet, recalling the pirate ships that were told to back off.

"It could be a trap, Sir, and I would be very leery about this deal now." he returns, keeping his focus upon the display before him, making sure the assault is ready to go at a moments notice, if necessary. "Bosco may be working with the Dragon Race."

"NEVER!" Riven retorts adamantly, knowing the old shop keeper for most of his life. His eyes return to Tibbers, showing how confident he is in his words. "He may not like his own race from time to time, but Bosco would never turn his back on us like that!"

The small Black Bear pirate suddenly looks down with despair, as if his world was rocked, believing his old friend may have actually betrayed his race.

"And what about Lord Cypher?" he asks, but is quickly answered by his first officer. A dead seriousness in his voice as he quotes Pirate Law.

"He is no longer the Master of this armada, Lord Riven," Tibber's eyes are solid and his posture even more so as he makes sure the small bear knows who is in charge.

"YOU ARE!"

Riven looks up at his friend for some support, and both stare at each other for a moment, knowing this decision is hard. However, the newly crown Lord of this pirate-like race takes little time to give his orders.

"Target the two battle cruisers, Tibbers, and prepare for an emergency descent into the atmosphere..." he says, turning around to look upon the blank screen once more, hoping, almost praying, for the two dragons he saw to return before making his next statement.

A long pause fills the bridge with an eerie silence, as only the beeping of the controls echo against the steel walls and floor. The Black Bear slowly raises his paw, and his muzzle opens even slower. However, after nearly a minute of holding his posture, becoming deaf from the now overwhelmingly loud beeps, Lord Riven makes his order final.

"Fire."

His voice is very somber, knowing this battle will kill many of his comrades, but it is the way they have come to make a living. Tibbers, also reacts a bit somberly, lowering his paw to the red button very slowly, and actually pausing for a moment himself, before pressing it.

A loud hum of power kills the silence on the bridge, as several laser cannons release their energy towards the lead cruiser. The view screen then returns to life, showing Lord Riven a forward view of the carnage, as nearly a dozen destroyers fire in unison with his ship.

The impacts are solid upon the large white and blue cruiser's port shields, sending it up into a higher atmosphere, and allowing several vessels to begin their invasion. However, the second Skylander cruiser is quickly in place, and intercepts with a barrage of deflecting shots, pushing back the first wave of pirate ships.

"ARE YOU CRAZY!" Fox McCloud's voice suddenly echoes inside Riven's ship, then his angry face appears upon the screen. His eyes quickly lock upon the eyes of the pirate, showing the rage of a pissed-off husband.

"YOU DARE FIRE UPON MY WIFE'S SHIP!"

"It was fifty-fifty, Vixen," Riven replies with a sarcastic sounding voice, seeing the fox he does not care to talk with, and quickly the view screen returns to black.

"I think I annoyed him too!"

The ship is suddenly rocked with the incredible power of McCloud's cruiser, shutting down the lights and controls on the bridge, but most importantly...the main power core.

"WE'RE DEAD IN THE WATER, SIR!" Tibbers barks out, watching every energy level on the ship drop to zero. "Their weapons are much more powerful than we thought."

Everyone's eyes focus upon the tiny window at the front of the bridge, which is the only thing that is sending light into the dark room. Fear fills the heart of all who can see, as that beacon of light is coming from the large cannon directly before them.

A harsh thought fills Riven's head at this last moment of his life, seeing the battle that begins in space. One that he started, and one that will finish fast for his crew.

I should have waited... he thinks to himself, watching the same charged weapon that struck his vessel before, launch another powerful blast, filling the window with the light of god itself. He closes his eyes, feeling the impact to his ship, and a rush of energy overtakes him.

...I'm sorry!


Once an unknown paradise, the pristine island that kept him safe for six years now seems as cramped as Grand Central Station. Nearly three hundred adults and whelplings fill a cave that barely holds twenty, defending the only portion of the island not covered in Raptors. Keeping the high ground as their own, and with a barrage of elemental powers, this sacred cave has kept them safe. However, a glimpse of light from the dark ocean breaks the Spirit of a new found King.

"MALEFOR...LOOK!" Hydrick calls out in a panic, taking the large dragon's attention from his purple scale covered nemesis.

"What is it?" Malefor replies, however, his eyes already see the problem, as the green water dragon stretches his paw out towards the eastern waters.

"We have a lot of company coming!" he remarks, pointing at nearly a hundred ships already approaching the shoreline.

With only a half moon to light the night sky, and everyone staying focused to the task of holding their ground, these ships were easily able to get close without detection.

Malefor's heart, already pounding from exhaustion, begins to ache. After nearly two hours of defending themselves from the mountain, the dragons were seeing great progress, wiping out almost two thirds of the mob and not losing a single soul.

The powerful crystal that never runs dry continues to keep the magic flowing, allowing an elemental onslaught from the higher ground that was able to keep thousands of Raptorians at bay. However, with only a magic crystal fueling the attack, every single dragon is showing the strain of not recuperating stamina, including Malefor himself.

"It appears we will have not get that break you were hoping for, Your Highness." Malefor remarks with as much sarcasm as he can muster, trying his best to lighten the mood. He turns his eyes back to the large Raptor king, focusing on the smile that begins filling this evil creature's sharp narrow muzzle. He then raises his voice, allowing his adversary to hear a charging call to continue this fight without fear.

"But that just means more of his subjects to pile up on the beach!"

Hydrick smiles while unleashing a torrent of water down the side of the mountain, keeping the ledge wet and slippery. It makes it nearly impossible for the Raptor army to climb, especially as several Earth dragons continue to drop boulders upon them.

An efficient counter to the charging mob, but as the ships begin drawing closer to the beach, every dragon sees this defense becoming less and less hopeful.

"I have to stop that armada from landing!" Hydrick suddenly announces. Then looks over at his best friend and former ruler. "It is what any King would do for his subjects."

"NO!" Sterno barks, seeing a look in Hydrick's eyes that he would normally see in his own, and knowing exactly what his friend has in mind. However, before he can even get this single word from his mouth, the green dragon leaps from the cliff-edge.

Malefor's eyes open wide, seeing the Water Master begin a fast descent towards the East beach, and immediately gives chase. His path takes him to the right side of the king, and he swoops down along the shore line. Smartly, he waits for the large dragon to unleash his full power against the ocean, causing a tsunami to form in the opposite direction of the tides.

Hydrick then collapses from his overuse of Magic, and awaits the onslaught from the Raptorians behind him. However, the loud voice of Malefor quickly startles him with hope. Especially as the purple dragon yells 'Stop!', then disappears.

Less than the blink of an eye later, an impact is felt against his side, along with the familiar increase of speed his body has felt once before, as Malefor pulls the green dragon into his fast moving Time frame.

"Warn me the next time you plan to do something foolish, Your Highness!" Malefor barks, hoisting Hydrick up into his paws, then taking off for the mountain again. However, the King's eyes never leave the ocean, watching in slow motion as his wave slams the front ship of this approaching armada.

Like dominos, the lead ship is driven into the three trailing behind. They in turn are pushed into the line behind them, which crumble together under the force of thousands of tons of displaced water.

Both dragons stare upon the slow moving scene, watching with elation as the entire armada is consumed by a fearless act of a stubborn dragon. But it is just as Malefor would have done if he were on Avalar, and still the king.

"I can't keep saving you every time you wish to play in the water!"

Hydrick gives a hardy laugh, and finally turns his eyes to his rescuer. However, instead of showing elation, a look of shock and horror fills his gaze.

"LOOK OUT!"

Malefor doesn't even get a chance to turn his head, suddenly impacting a small palm tree with his wing, which turns him sideways. The tree breaks like a twig from the incredible force, as does his right wing, dropping both dragons from the sky as a ball of purple and green scales.

"NICE JOB, YOU IMBECILE!" the king barks out, as he pulls his legs from under Malefor's crumbled frame, turning to look back at the tree he just sheared the top from. He quickly buries his paws under the slightly larger and heavier dragon, lifting him off the ground with his capable wings. "...Maybe you should try watching where you fly!"

With a wince of pain interrupting the laughter, Malefor grasps tightly to Hydrick, making sure he holds his own weight while being hoisted from danger. He looks back to the ground, watching as the Raptorians swarm the spot they just left, and only two thoughts fills his head. One, is how much his wing is killing him right now, and two he voices with complete sarcasm.

"Again you didn't warn me..." he retorts, looking up at Hydrick to show a smug grin. "...you could have told me there was a tree there?!"

Hydrick rolls his eyes while thrusting his wings down, putting more distance between Malefor's dangling body and the army below.

"And I could just drop you here, Malefor!"

The colossal purple and gold dragon gives a chuckle, hearing the sarcastic tone in Hydrick's voice, but also the strain he is having trying to lift this larger dragon's frame up the mountain.

"I'm surprised you have yet! It sounds like you would probably struggle carrying that young girl Tempest up the hill," he remarks sarcastically to keep the mood light-hearted. However, his eyes snap sharply to the King Raptor, as they rise higher up the mountain. Malefor keeps his smile, showing this smugness to their King as well.

"Oh look, Malefor," Hydrick remarks first, seeing the angered glare from the large Raptorian's eyes is focused upon him, and damn proud to have put it there. "I think I made him mad!"

Both dragons glance back to the east and the handful of Raptorians that survived the vicious wave, whom begin slowly collecting on the beach. Less than a hundred pull themselves from the churning water, leaving thousands lost by one dragon's quick and powerful maneuver. The Raptor King lets out a ferocious fire-filled roar, allowing the only element he has control of to fill the sky with a raging inferno of light.

"Yeah...I don't think he's happy with you at all!"


"HOW MANY ARE LEFT?!" Sparx yells out to his father across the bridge of Riven's ship, holding the small bear pirate captain over his left shoulder. His eyes locked upon bulkhead that just began melting away

"CAUSE WE GOTTA GO NOW, DAD!"

"THESE TWO ARE THE LAST ONES, SPARX!" Spyro replies, lifting a large white bear into his arms, then staring at the tiny device embedded in his right paw. It shows the King zero life-signs aboard a ship that continues to disappear from under their paws.

Both purple and gold dragons quickly turn to the large oval disk of energy, pulsing in slow motion behind them. They leap through before the bridge disintegrates, as it is the next room in the wave of destruction over-taking this vessel.

Only a blur of light is seen as his eyes slowly reopen, and the pirate captain watches the world change. He is quickly spooked back to reality as a strong voice is heard from his right.

"CEASE FIRE, McCLOUD...CEASE FIRE...TAKE DEFENSIVE PRECAUTIONS ONLY!"

Riven's eyes now opened wide, quickly intensify, seeing his entire crew standing before him, unharmed. The lead pirate's attention is then around the room, stunning him further as he is surrounded by a dozen dragons, but mostly, no longer aboard his ship.

However, his eyes lock upon the two purple dragons he spoke with second earlier, and more confusion befalls him.

"What has happened?"

Panting heavily, showing the strain of their intense work in holding time, Spyro and Sparx continue taking a moment to recoup before answering the pirate leader. However, they both quickly get their wind back, and pad over to the small Black Bear.

Spyro lowers his head all the way down to the ground, making sure his enemy can see the anger within his stare.

"That. Was. Stupid!"

Without a smartass remark, the small bear quickly nods his muzzle up and down, agreeing with the dragon easily fifty times his size. However, with curiosity still in his head and voice.

"Please tell me. What happened?"

Just seeing his eyes, and the greatful look of his life not being over yet, quickly calms the large purple and gold dragon, knowing he is not a threat any longer. Spyro shows his opponent a smile, while slowly backing his head away, making sure his movements do not startle the small bear.

"My son and I rescued you and your crew from your doomed ship," the purple dragon remarks, looking around the throne room at nearly two dozen bears, all with their eyes trained on him. Spyro voice then becomes very sarcastic as he lowers his eyes back to Lord Riven and continues. "We had not had a chance to give you our reply, before you decide to attack."

"I am sorry..." he begins to say, however, Spyro holds his paw up, stopping the small bear before another word comes from his mouth.

"I know you are..." the large purple dragon says matter of factually, making Lord Riven feel worse about his predicament, and how quickly he has lost this battle. He cowers to thought of what may become of himself and his crew, however, Spyro finishes his statement "...but I will still accept the terms of our surrender if you are willing to offer them!"

"WHAT?!" barks Lord Riven, completely dumbfounded in what he just heard. He looks up at his first office, who himself is recovering from his double take, and both just stare at each other.

"You have yet to hurt anyone...and I wish to keep it that way" Spyro replies, showing his eagerness to settle this misunderstanding without bloodshed, but mostly it is because of the plan his wife and Kodiak laid out.

"We will turn over the Great Crystal of the Ancestor in exchange for your leniency..." Spyro continues, and Monsoon and his son Sparx quickly cut off the king with laughter. He in turn looks at his boy with a bit of anger, however, his thought only makes his son laugh more.

Hey, it's hard enough keeping a straight face without you and your friend losing control!

Spyro takes a few extra seconds to compose himself, as Sparx and Monsoon get a grip of their laughter, and the large purple dragon returns his attention to a very annoyed pirate.

"You're mocking me!"

"NO!" Sparx retorts sarcastically, causing his father to chortle in Riven's face, then show embarrassment in this response. He turns back to his son, showing a more stern look of anger, stopping Sparx's laughter with just this look.

"Sorry, Dad!"

Spyro smiles, showing him he is not really angry, but thankful he has stopped.

"I am not mocking you, Lord Riven," The king quickly looks back to the small bear, showing an odd but genuine smile. "And yes the offer of our surrender is still on the table!"

The small black haired pirate looks up to his first office, whom cannot stop gazing around the Throne room with shock.

"So, what are your terms for surrender?" he says with trepidation, still believing this is a trick. He returns his eyes to Spyro's, stunned to see this genuine smile still upon the Dragon King's face.

"As I was saying before, you will receive our most priceless gem, the Great Crystal of our Ancestor Malefor. It is nearly three tons, and is being removed from it's resting place as we speak."

Spyro looks over at his son, whom turns to another behind him. With just a nod of the Guardian Master's head, Tycor understands his order, and quickly takes his leave via the balcony. Heading out to Dragonfly Park for a large crystal that was offered in a trade, the Earth dragon begins laughing, knowing the minute he removes it, another will grow in its place in less than a second.

"You will also receive the Great Crystal of.. Rap..toria..." Spyro continues, looking oddly at his son, hoping he pronounced it right. A nod of Sparx head allows the Dragon King to continue his terms unfettered.

"However," he remarks, pausing for only a second to gain Riven's full attention. "We must accompany you to the Crystal, for it is sacred, and cannot be removed by anyone but a dragon with experience, or it will shatter."

Lord Riven turns his attention to the white bear on his right side, whom still stares at his surroundings, unsure of how they got there. However, he has been listening, and without taking his eyes from the scenery, he answers his master's questions with a very powerful voice.

"If you need to ask me..." Tibbers finally looks down at his best friend, showing how serious he is with his words. "...then you don't deserve to be in charge!"

Riven nods to his first officer, then shows him the smug grin he always seems to display, even in times of trouble.

"I will graciously accept your terms...Great King."


Just a few more chapters to go, and they will be intense, but also have the funny.

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