Author Comment: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you have a good day with your family, no matter how unorthodox it might be!


The ten dragons came out of a portal that brought them to Sunrise Spring. They looked around if they could see any hint of purple, but nothing was standing out. The night was coming and visibility wasn't helping them. During the night, they couldn't see the colors as well as before, despite having the capacity to see in the night.

"We should land if we want to find him," Titan suggested.

Nestor had to agree. Their child could be anywhere, "And the night is here. We won't be about to do anything."

Magnus held the human named Agent Zero in his arms and asked, "Any clues about Spyro? We really need to find him soon."

"Sorry, the other spies told me that they split up in different realm to save the eggs. They saved one already."

Astor was getting tired as they prepared to land, "Still hard to believe that humans would want to help us," they touched the ground and the old one panted a little.

"Everything changed in a thousand of year," Bruno commented as he put his hat on his head, "Humans life for such a short life. None of them are alive from the old past."

"I already said that our president saw us as aggressive rivals. Historically, we never really tried to beat you down," the human declared.

"Can't reply to that," Bubba grumbled as he looked around. He sniffed the air. There was something strange entering in his nostrils, but couldn't put his claw on it.

"Yeah. Beasts held you back," Astor grumbled. He yelped when the man slapped his back.

"As a secret agent, I must help back friends of Spyro. He helped us in Avalar," Agent Zero said.

"Yeah. We heard it three or four time already," Trondo grumbled in annoyance.

Nestor had a small thought. Maybe they could normalize their relationship if it was safe. That would require the attention of the Guardian Dragons of course. He mentally grumbled at Ignitus. He knew what would happen soon. As for the normalisation between their realm, that part was uncertain. Still, if they could be at peace with their nemesis on their world.

"Anyway-"

"What the-" a voice said.

They turned around and saw a kangaroo coming towards them, "Who are you? Are you… dragons too?"

"Hi there Sheila. Secret Agent Zero here and yes, they are dragons," the human waved at her with a smile.


Chapter 35: Tearful Night

Sheila approached them and cleaned her face, "I cannot believe it. Adult dragons here. I was certain that Spyro was the only one who came here."

"Wait. You saw Spyro? Where is he?" Nestor quickly approached her.

"He just left this realm to the Midday Gardens. That's where the three other humans went," Sheila replied.

"Bring us there," Nestor ordered.

Astor yawned, "Nestor… I'm… reaching my limits here."

"And it's the night," the leader of the Peace Keepers replied, "A tired warrior is a danger for those he protects. We have to recuperate. Spyro would surely do the same."

"I can call the others and tell them that you are there to help him," Agent Zero suggested.

"Do that," Gunnar said before anyone else could reply. If they could keep their child at one place, it would be really helpful.

The human went to tell the others their mission.

Zantor let his cards floated in the air, "I am surprise there is few Rhynocs here and no presence of the thief," he gazed at the habitant and asked, "You know why?"

"We mostly took care of them here. I didn't follow Spyro because I was searching for someone," she stopped when she remembered that she didn't find Flame yet, "And I didn't find him."

"Who is-" Nestor was interrupted by someone grunting.

"The Sorceress made more fake dragons!" a voice filled with anger and accusations grunted, "Release my mom now!" the one who threatened the dragons jumped out, revealed to be the juvenile red dragon called Flame.

None of the dragons reacted. This was the last thing they were expecting.

"Flame, you got to-" Sheila couldn't pacify him in time.

The young dragon charged at his first target. He aimed at the chubbiest dragon of the ground who turned towards him.

It was ineffective as the only result was to bounce off on the large gut of the Peace Keeper. He rolled on the ground and his eyes spin.

Magnus tried to appease him, "Hey. You okay little one?"

He quickly stood up and showed his fangs. He aimed at the eldest dragon.

Astor saw the red dragon coming and the moment he was close, he hit the head with his crook.

Flame was on the ground with that small hit filled with the authority and the respect that an elder would ask a youngling.

He tried to stood up, but another whack on his head put him down. He didn't dare to stand up.

"This will show you not to be a brute with the elderly," the mauve dragon told him. Next, he kneeled down and gently put his hand on the head of the red dragon.

"Don't try this one me!" the red dragon retreated and breath fire at them.

"Enough," Nestor looked right in the eyes of the youngling.

That put the dragon to a stop. Just long enough for Sheila to come by his side, "Flame. Flame. Calm down. They did nothing to me," she hugged him, "They aren't sent by The Sorceress."

"I am the last dragon mom," he shook his head.

The association was made and the dragons looked at each other's when the young dragon said mom.

"I thought so too, but they were just gone elsewhere. Listen to me. I'll explain everything," Sheila waited for the child to agree. She managed to get a nod and told him everything. She concluded, "And that's why it isn't a trap by The Sorceress. When they are adult, they walk on two legs like me. They are real dragons who came from far away to save the eggs. Just like when I saved you."

Flame nodded negatively, "Why didn't they come for me?" a few tears came out of his face as he looked at them, "Why didn't you come for me?"

None of them were certain how to answer. Even Nestor had no excuse for this.

Zantor was the one who dare to answer, "Because The Sorceress banished us from here long ago. Everything we knew about here were mostly far-off memories. We didn't know the Rhynocs had anything to do with her and… We thought we couldn't come here by the curse… forever."

The young one frowned at them. He had too many contradiction emotions at the same time. Anger and sadness because he was left behind. Sadness and joy because he wasn't the last dragon, "That's it?"

"They didn't know you have been saved Flame. I didn't even know they were there, so they couldn't know you were safe," Sheila explained.

Flame was opened to her words and approached them. He kept his distance from Astor, "So… You thought I was gone?"

Titan nodded, "We all thought Spyro was the only we saved. Our only child in Dragon Realm," he sobbed at the sight that one of Spyro generation was safe and sound.

Nestor watched him more closely. He noticed the trait of an Artisan Realm. Knowing the dragons of his realm better than the others, except Astor, he noticed something similar. He approached him and kneeled down, "Your name is Flame… Yes?"

The red dragon raised his head and nodded, "Yeah. H-hey!" he yelped when the other dragon put his green hands on his cheeks.

"Let's me look at you a little better. Hum…" the Carpenter hummed, "You look like your father."

"D-dad. I have a dad?" Flame was confused now. A hint of hope in his voice. He only had Sheila as his mom. It was a little too much for him. He discovered that he wasn't the only dragon, but he had a dad.

"Yes. You're blood dad. His name is Delbin," Nestor replied.

"W-where is he?"

"In Dragon Realm," Zantor replied first.

The youngling was disheartened, "W-why didn't he come here," he lightly shook his head with a bit of sadness.

"Because we needed warriors to help Spyro. He is a painter," Gunnar replied as he stood on the side.

"Me and Astor insister to come here," the Carpenter resumed the exception.

"Okay," the red dragon added a little sadly.

The Magic Crafter suggested, "You can still meet him. I'm sure Lateef can help us in this," he raised his claw. He took out a stone that allowed to communicate with the Dream Weavers in the dreams, "This will allow you to meet your blood father in your dream."

"Why blood father?" Sheila asked.

"Because we are all his fathers. But a blood father is the one where he inherited the blood of his father," Bruno replied at something that simple. Something they developed after they left the Forgotten Realm.

Flame looked at all of the dragons, another thing to take in. They were all his dads in a way too, "I want to meet this blood dad."

"Touch the stone and close your eyes," Zantor told him.

The red youngling did so and felt asleep, holding it in his hand. Meanwhile, Zantor followed him in the dream.

Nestor focused on Sheila, "Now that this is settle, tell us everything Spyro did here."

"Of course," she began to explain everything.

Bruno gazed at the red dragon when she told them what Spyro said. That the youngling named Flame attacked him because he was a false dragon in his eyes.

"If he believed he was the last… no wonder," Astor commented as he sat down. He was getting really tired and his eyes were barely still opened.

"I see," the leader of the Artisan Dragon concluded once he learned everything.

The other dragons were already preparing to rest.

Nestor decided to follow suit and lay down, "We know where to go tomorrow."

He gazed at the human who said, "They have been warned. They haven't met Spyro yet."

"Thanks," the green dragon replied.

The old mauve dragon chuckled. In the past, humans and dragons would never help each other's like that. From what he remembered of their past history; it was improbable. On those thought, he was the first dragon to fall asleep.


Zantor and Flame were in a strange place.

The young red dragon looked around and they were standing on a platform. He felt like he was walking on the moon right now.

"What is going on Zantor?" Lateef said as he appeared in front of them. He stopped when he saw a young red dragon by the side, "My, who do we have here?" he didn't know what to think or say at the sight of the youngling.

"This is Flame, he is another survivor of the previous Year Of The Dragon. We just met him and as you see his face, I think you know who is blood father is," the Magic Crafter asked, "Can you bring him here?"

The wise dragon nodded and disappeared.

"Where did he go?" Flame asked a little nervously in this strange world.

"Searching your blood dad in another dream. That is one of the many powers of the Dream Weavers," he explained a little bit.

"Cool. Can I do that?"

"No," the slim dragon broke the youngling excitement, "You are an Artisan Dragon. You're talent rest elsewhere, as important as any dragons."

"Okay," he pouted a little.

Lateef reappeared with Delbin who was a little confused.

"W-what's going on? I was flying with my paintings and then-" he felt the blue dragon tapping his back, "What?"

"My apologise for taking you out of your dream, but there is a dragon who wish to see you. Since you cannot meet him in person right now, this is the best we can do," the leader of the Dream Weavers explained.

"What are you-" the painter stopped when he saw the youngling by the side of the yellow dragon. He was quiet as he saw the face of the child. His breathing lightly accelerated as he began to comprehend what was going on, "Is it another dream or-"

"No Delbin. This isn't a dream. We used the storm in The Forgotten Realm to present him to you," the Magic Crafter lightly tapped the back of the young red dragon, "Come on. Meet your blood father."

Flame slowly approached him. He stopped when the other did the same.

Delbin kneeled down and raised his hand, "Come here please."

The other one did the same. The closer he was, the more he sniffed the stench of the other dragon. It was so reassuring. It was as if that dragon would never hurt him. That dragon would want the best for him. He realised one thing, there was nothing to fear. On the corner of his mind, he wondered how he could smell someone in his dream, but that wasn't important at all. He quickly approached him.

The painter grabbed him and lifted the youngling. He smelt the little dragon and knew at that instant, that the one who was in his grasp was his blood son. He lost control of his emotions and sobbed loudly. Tears began to rush out of his eyes as he hugged the child firmly against his chest. He slowly said, between his sobs, "You're… You were still alive. My blood son," he began to cry.

"D-dad," Flame followed him and rubbed his face against his chest. The two dragons cried together as the others were on the side.

"I wonder what Spyro would say if he knew who his blood dad was," Zantor whispered.

"It won't be a reunion like this. It can't," Lateef cleaned his face as he dropped a tear. The emotion was getting over him too.

"How did he survive?"

Zantor resumed what he knew.

"So, kind habitants of the Forgotten Realm saved him," he put his hands together, "If only we could pay them for this."

"Spyro is surely doing that, but I dread if he crossed path with The Sorceress," the Magic Crafter replied.

They said nothing.

Delbin put the child on the ground. Both were still leaking tears of joy, "What is your name? Mine is Delbin."

"Flame. Mom gave me that name, because I have fire in me," he replied.

"I'll have to meet your mom eventually. She raised you quite fine. I can see the fire of a dragon in you," he gently tapped the chest of the child.

"And I really want to meet all my dads for real… But I have to save the eggs," he gazed at the side, "Dad… I always thought I was… the last dragon. Then… I met a small purple one. Mom told me he was a real dragon and I… fought him. Because I thought he was a fake one."

His blood dad pat his head, "I'm sure he will forgive you. You didn't know what was true or now. Flame. Be really careful and listen to your other dads. Stay safe. I really want to meet you for real and not in a dream," he hugged him once again.

"Me too."

They spent the rest of the night together, continuing to talk together while the other dragons just left them on their own.

Lateef had a lot of news to tell the other dragons in the morning.


AC: This is the end of this chapter. I hope you liked it.

Next: The Ancient One.

Another strange dream happened in the night. The two purple dragons, Spyro and Malefor, met with an ancient dragon called The Chronicler, also known as the Ancient One, as he told them an ancient forgotten tale that create the realms.

Next chapter is a bit about the big picture of the entire story. I never gave a lot of details about the big story except for the forgotten Artifact.

Why are the two purple dragons who had more magic than usual called by this dragon? That will wait for a long time, but they will have more dreams together.