The next day came. Cynder had gone back to Warfang to recover from her wounds, as did Terrador. Despite his severe burn wound, Cyril had decided to stay to help find someone knew to lead Jorgarath, especially as he knew the place. The healers at Jorgarath had given him immediate attention, however, so at least he was still under care at Jorgarath. But since they had been away, so much had happened. Especially with Volteer. Upon returning, Terrador had found blood droplets in the Warfang Temple. He had gone to check on Volteer to see if he was alright, but Terrador found Volteer in his room, clawing at himself and drenched in his own blood from wounds he had inflicted on himself. Terrador was so confused. Volteer used to be so positive and optimistic. What had caused him to fall this far? He had a long way to fall, though, as he was almost never angry or upset. And he understood his grief. Volteer had lost her daughter, and Terrador had lost his mate and two children to Cynder's claws, but he couldn't remember him being so grief-stricken that he would be driven to self-harm. But Terrador guessed that since Volteer was so optimistic normally, he had fallen a long way, cracking under the emotional stress. But Volteer was beginning to scare Terrador, and he had to go and find Cynder to talk to her about it. Terrador had never felt this afraid in a long time. It had been ten years since he had felt this way; when Malefor had returned to the world a year after Spyro, Cynder and Sparx had gone missing.

Cynder had had nothing to say to Terrador. She had felt the depression and anger from Spyro's betrayal gripping her once again, and she was lower in her emotions than Terrador was. She had told him she'd wanted to be alone for a little while, and he had done just that. He was sitting alone in a large courtyard as hundreds of other dragons walked by, amongst the other dragons who were sitting around the courtyard. However, the other dragons sitting there all had someone else with them, and were engaged in conversations, oblivious to what had just happened in Jorgarath, as it had been about three days since the siege on Warfang, and everyone was spending quality time with each other to help heal, a luxury that Terrador didn't have, and neither did Volteer and Cynder. Even worse for Terrador, a few of the groups of dragons consisted of two dragons, male and female; dragons who were mates, or who were dating.

Terrador suddenly felt alone. No one to talk to, no one to be with. No family, like the few couples that were chatting happily away. Terrador felt tears prick his eyes at the painful memory of the death of his mate and his children, a son and a daughter, twins. The way their blood splattered violently on the floor, mingling with his own blood that had spilled from his own broken body, and there was nothing he could do to stop it except scream in protest. The horrid look on the face of the Terror of the Skies as she killed them, twirling a bloody, disembodied leg in her claws like it was a fiddle toy, a leg that belonged to his son. It pained Terrador to think of Cynder like that, especially now that her and Spyro's roles had taken a complete reversal. And Cynder hated her life right now. Terrador's mind went back to the day he had blurted the fact out to Cynder, and the heavy emotions that came with it. His voice entered his head, replaying the things he had said to Cynder that day. He fought to shut his own voice out, before turning to his own thoughts, although they still lingered on the same problem of how he told Cynder she had killed his family. That was not the way to let Cynder know she wasn't alone in her grief. Terrador thought, tears pricking his eyes. That was not the way I wanted to tell Cynder that she'd killed my family. I wanted it to be calm, and to tell her that and let her know that I forgave her. I wanted to make my forgiveness personal. Ignitus only made us agree to help her and forgive her because he believed it was right and because he said so, being the leader he was. He forced us to do it. But I've felt genuine forgiveness for her now, but I never knew how I wanted to say it. And then that happened.

Terrador closed his eyes and wept silently, remembering everything that had happened in the past thirty-three days, and in the three years Spyro had been involved in the Dark War since Ignitus found him and Sparx in the swamp by pure luck. So much had changed since then. So much had happened. Both Spyro and Cynder had changed completely, becoming complete reversals of themselves. Cynder had gone from a savage murderer, and went through stages of anxiety, fear and shyness, to become the world's hero, only to once again fall victim to her anxiety and depression, but this time, causing self-harm to herself, and complete isolation. Spyro had gone from a timid, selfless young dragon who cared for everyone he met, saving Cynder from her corruption, and becoming the world's hero, like Cynder, especially after he put the world back together, only to become a corrupted shadow of himself, a murderer, like Cynder, and a dark ruler, like Malefor before him. So many dragons had died within the previous few days, and so many questions had been answered, most of the time, with more new questions. Nothing seemed certain anymore. Nothing was as certain as it was in the Dark War, even though it was a completely uncertain time. Things were much worse now. Terrador felt more vulnerable than ever. Although he had been affected in the Dark War, now he felt like a victim to everything that had, and will happen. Volteer had lost his daughter on the first siege, and had given into immense depression and grief, and Cyril had been severely wounded physically, his face marred, also from the first siege. Something had yet to happen to Terrador, and now, the guardians seemed even further apart than they had ever had. Terrador was not looking forward to what was to come, and the future was what terrified Terrador. He had always been hopeful during the Dark War that Spyro and Cynder would win and become victorious, believing in the future strongly, filled with hope. But, like many other dragons, the fact of losing the world's saviour to darkness was putting fear and anxiety into him, and the things that Spyro may do scared Terrador so much. He was scared to the point of tears, as his weeping became heavier as he dwelled on the thoughts of the future. He closed his eyes and shrunk in on himself as he wept, not wanting to expose himself any more than he had.

A voice startled Terrador from his thoughts. "Hey, Terrador. Are you alright?"

Terrador opened his eyes and looked up, and he saw that he was not in the courtyard anymore, but inside a large library. In front of him was a large teal dragon that glowed slightly, with a necklace hung around his neck and fabric wrapped around his body like the robes that the cheetahs wore. But the voice and face was oddly familiar. Terrador struggled to pick out the name, and, with a gasp of shock, he spoke out the name. "Ignitus?" Terrador croaked.

Ignitus nodded slowly, smiling warmly. At Ignitus' confirmation of who he was, Terrador broke down in tears, leaping at Ignitus and embracing him. Ignitus flinched as he was wrapped in Terrador's wings and felt his quaking body against his own. "Terrador, are you alright?" Ignitus asked. "In all my years, I've never seen you this upset, even as a youngling. Which is surprising, given how hard your early years were, with the death of your father, and your mother abandoning you."

"I missed you." Terrador wept. "I missed you so much. It's been… so, so hard. Trying to keep everything in check… trying to resolve conflict… it's so much harder without you! I thought you were dead! I thought you were dead! But you're not! Come back, Ignitus! Come back to us!"

"That's where you're wrong, Terrador. I did die. The breath of life left my body that day, when I burned in the Belt of Fire. I died a death of immense agony, Terrador. I cannot forget the pain I felt." Ignitus replied in a soothing rasp, remembering his own cries as his body burned, becoming a bloody, black crisp of burning flesh inside the hot, unnatural flames of the Belt of Fire. "But the ancestors had something more for me before I moved on to be with them. When I woke up, I was in the White Isle, right here, next to the Chronicler. He passed his powers onto me before he wrote his name into the Book of Death and abandoned his spirit, and I took over his job as the Chronicler. I've heard your pleas, Terrador. I know what you're going through. I've been watching you in ways you cannot imagine. I even know your future."

"Did you know Spyro's?" Terrador croaked. "Why couldn't you have warned us? Why couldn't you have stopped this?!"

"It's not my job to interfere with the world's trials. Nor is it the ancestors' jobs. It wouldn't be life if we intervened all the time." Ignitus explained. "I am so, so sorry you've had to go through this. I'm so sorry I left you. But if I didn't, who knows what might have happened? Spyro and Cynder might not have made it past the Belt of Fire."

Terrador nodded slightly, and stiffened as he felt Ignitus' wings wrap around him, returning his embrace. They stayed in that position for a while, until Ignitus pulled away, leaving Terrador sitting pitifully in front of him, red-eyed and teary. "Come, Terrador. I want to show you something." Ignitus said after a while.

Terrador stood and followed Ignitus. The Chronicler walked down a hallway of large shelves filled with books, more books than Terrador had seen in his life. Books of different colours filled the shelves: Red, green, yellow, cyan, and even some oddly coloured ones like grey and dark blue. There was even one pink one. But as Terrador walked, he saw down the corridor a small shelf against a wall, with no more than five thousand purple books. But it's only five thousand. There are millions of most of the other colours. Terrador thought. This shelf includes all of the purple dragons that have lived and died.

The earth guardian looked at each of the purple books. Each one had a large purple gem on the spine of them. One of the books contained a gem that was glowing, signifying life. There was a space on the left of the book, where another book should be located, but it was gone. As Terrador looked around the shelf, he saw that there were many missing. "You may notice there's a few books missing. I've taken some out to try and see if I can figure out what may be happening with Spyro, and ultimately, to figure out why he was corrupted." Ignitus said. "But I want to show you Spyro's book. I've known that this would happen for a while, and I want to show you some other concerns I have. I also want to show you Cynder's book. But I want you to keep all this to yourself."

"What? Why? Won't it help if I tell Cyril and Volteer about this? Cynder also, since some of Spyro's motives involve her?" Terrador asked.

"No. Not with the knowledge I'm about to give to you. Especially not Cynder. Her life is something she needs to work out herself. I will visit her in the future, as I will with Cyril and Volteer, but only you can know this information." Ignitus explained sternly, almost as if he was scolding a child. "You can use this knowledge to try and figure things out and to resolve some things, but you may not tell the others. I can't be any stricter about anything else apart from that, understand?"

"Um… yes." Terrador replied, hesitating. "But what happens if I do say something?"

"There will be consequences. Fate will rewrite itself, and you will have to live with the knowledge that you changed the future for the worst. And trust me, it will be worse than it already is." Ignitus explained. "So I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Deal?"

Terrador looked down at his paws and hesitated. Then, he looked up at Ignitus, a serious look on his face as he nodded. "Deal."

Ignitus grabbed the purple book off the shelf and placed it in front of him, sitting down. He motioned next to him for Terrador to sit down next to him. Terrador sat down, and watched in awe as Ignitus turned through Spyro's book. His entire life so far had been recorded in images in the book. He saw Spyro hatching from his egg, surrounded by his adoptive family, Nina and Flash (in which Terrador had never met), and a baby Sparx huddling up against Flash in fear as the purple dragon egg cracked and shook, before the baby Spyro began to protrude from it. Terrador wondered how something so cute and innocent could turn into something so evil and malicious. There were a few images of Spyro playing with Sparx and his family or trying to learn about who he was, before Ignitus appeared in the book and Spyro was twelve.

Then, Spyro's book took a turn for the worst. Covered with violent, bloody images of Spyro killing apes, fighting and rescuing Cynder, and meeting the old Chronicler. Then Terrador saw something that made his heart sink. The first time Spyro became Dark Spyro in the Well of Souls during the Night of Eternal Darkness. Poor Spyro. He's been dealing with that for eleven years. He let it take control of him. Terrador thought, clenching his teeth. He could have fought it, or told us. He could still be here. But… if he's had it that long… and Cynder was in the Well of Souls with him…

Ignitus' voice broke through Terrador's thoughts. "I know what you're thinking. Cynder does know about it. But don't ask her about it. She'll be suspicious about how you knew. Cynder will tell you in her own time, but if she doesn't, then just leave the topic alone." he said.

Terrador sighed and looked back down at the book, watching as more images flicked past. Spyro meeting Hunter and reuniting with the guardians, Spyro mourning Ignitus and turning into Dark Spyro for a second time, Spyro and Cynder beating Malefor and putting the world back together, and images of the many peaceful moments (and depressing ones) that they had had over the past eight years.

Then, Ignitus stopped on one page, and Terrador widened his eyes at the sight of the page. The image was a large red splatter, signifying blood. It was the only image in the book so far that was in full colour. All the others were like sketches of ink on the parchment. But the colour gave the image so much more realism behind it, and it scared Terrador, even after Spyro had become the Dark Overlord. "I felt the same as you, Terrador. This image was the first ever image to ever appear in colour in this book. It has happened before, but it's incredibly rare, and colour images don't normally mean anything good." Ignitus said, his voice quivering, and Terrador knew he was not alone in his fear. "It was about four years ago when this picture appeared in this book."

"FOUR YEARS?!" Terrador shrieked, his baritone voice cracking under the pressure of his stress and shock. "You've known for that long?! Could you not have warned us?!"

Ignitus took a deep breath as he looked up at Terrador, and Terrador saw the pain behind the teal eyes. "Yes. I have. But I had no idea what it meant." Ignitus said, his voice carrying more pain than Terrador had ever heard in his voice. "I expected something bad, but I never thought it would be this. I had two years to think about it until another image appeared in the book."

Ignitus turned the page, revealing an image of a bright purple egg, and behind it, sinister red eyes in a shadowy void. Terrador's heart broke as he realised what this was. "Is that…?" Terrador croaked.

"Yes. That egg belongs to Forzen." Ignitus rasped. "Again, I didn't know what it meant, but I was confused by the sight of another purple egg. I thought that it was surely too soon for another one, until I figured out that maybe it was Spyro's child. Spyro was the only one who had the purple dragon genes to pass on this early.

"Slowly, more and more disturbing images filled Spyro's book, but they were abstract, and I had no idea what it meant. I even contacted the previous Chronicler and asked him for his interpretation on it, and even he couldn't piece the images together. But he knew one thing for sure, and that was that something dark was about to happen, with Spyro being the centre of it all, as nothing was appearing in Cynder's book, nor yours or the other guardians' books." Ignitus continued, continuing to flick through the pages of the book.

Terrador watched as the Chronicler turned through the pages of Spyro's book, dark, disturbing images of blood, corpses and darkness filling every page. Every single one of them was in colour, the colours getting more and more vibrant and lifelike until each image was almost a snapshot of reality. Then, Ignitus stopped, and the two pages that were left open were absolutely horrific. Each was a portrait, one of Cynder, one of Forzen, both covered in wounds, surrounded by corpses and gushing rivers of blood. Forzen was sobbing heavily, his cute little form red and bloodied as he wept, but Cynder was in a darker place, her jaws gaping in a soundless wail as tears flooded from her eyes. Ignitus took a deep, shuddering breath, and before Terrador knew it, his old friend was speaking again. "These pictures entered this book the very night Forzen was taken." he said quietly. "I've received nothing new in Spyro's book since then. Each day, a new page is added, but it is completely black, as if it was dipped entirely in ink. But I noticed that new things were being added more frequently in Cynder's book, which I'll show you."

Ignitus closed Spyro's book, and, as if by magic, a dark purple, almost black book came floating around the corner. Terrador assumed it was Cynder's book, and as Ignitus opened it, his assumption was proved correct. Her book was filled with dark images of murder and bloodlust, filled with Cynder's doings during her time as the Terror of the Skies, occasionally split with the image of Malefor or Gaul and her real form, smaller now as a child, cowering in front of them. Then Spyro came into her book, and each image was filled with redemption and scenes of her fighting alongside Spyro, with smiles on their faces as they knew each of them had each other's backs. How much that had changed. Each image then became more spaced out between time, until there was a large image that took up both pages open in front of them. It was Cynder, reaching out for Forzen as Spyro took the young purple hatchling away from his mother, never to be seen again. Like the ones in Spyro's book, this image was completely in colour, and seemed to portray reality in a somewhat spooky way due to how it was coloured. "This image appeared at exactly the same time the images of Cynder and Forzen appeared in Spyro's book." Ignitus explained.

He turned a few more pages, which showed dark, depressing images. Some of them were of Cynder, weeping, bloody and battered, and others were violent scenes of war. One of them included the siege on Jorgarath and showed Shorok in complete fullness. There was even a full page dedicated to Cyril's savage injuries. Terrador guessed that it was something that impacted Cynder. She had probably been shaken by the savage creatures Spyro had created, and the sadistic nature that they had, mirroring Malefor in every way, as did Spyro. Ignitus paused for a moment, hesitating as he rested a paw on the book.

"What I am about to show you, Terrador, is Cynder's future. It concerns me, and I think you need to know. You must not tell Cynder about any of this, but I suggest that you help prepare her for what's to come." Ignitus explained. "Can I ask you to promise that you won't tell her?"

Terrador hesitated, before nodding. "Yes. I promise. I will not tell Cynder what I see."

Ignitus turned the page and revealed an image that took up both pages. The image contained a dragon, a fire dragon by the looks of it, who had three large, bronze, crown-like horns on his head that curved backwards slightly, and had a bronze chest, and back spines and a tailblade that were also bronze. The dragon sported bronze wing membranes, too, and had his wings spread in a majestic pose, seemingly as if he was going to ascend into the sky. The drake was surrounded by a lush green rainforest. The thing that stood out the most for Terrador were the vibrant purple eyes that the dragon possessed. "A fire dragon… with bronze features and purple eyes. Something's wrong about this." Terrador said.

"Maybe, but I think it could be important. I don't know what it means either, but that's one of my jobs as the Chronicler. To piece together everything that is written in these books and to make sure that things are recorded properly." Ignitus replied. "It could have a deeper meaning about it."

"About what, though?" Terrador asked. "I want to know who this dragon is, and why he's in Cynder's book."

"Like I said, Terrador, I don't know what it means quite yet." Ignitus said. "I'm going to turn over to the next page now. There's two more of these."

"Everything I've seen is really confusing. If you're wanting me to help you, then you asked the wrong dragon." Terrador sighed. "But I do hope the next image is something a bit more helpful."

For a moment, Terrador thought he saw an image of a statue made of rock. But he looked again, and he realised that it was an actual dragon. It was light grey, and had viridian eyes and wing membranes. The posture of the body and the muscles in the dragon's legs gave Terrador the impression that this dragon was male. His horns were curved outwards as well as backwards, slightly similar to Cynder's, and his tailblade was the shape of that of a fan, with three large blades spiralling out of the tail into a deadly cone. Before Terrador could ask who this dragon was, Ignitus spoke up. "I've been doing some research about this one. This is, in fact, a wind dragon. They have been in hiding for a long time; they are not extinct as we once thought they were. But I've been doing some research to try and figure some things out, and I've managed to find the book of this dragon. After delving into a bit more information, I discovered one huge fact. This dragon that has appeared in Cynder's book is her brother."

"Oh… oh my goodness. Are you serious? Her brother?" Terrador asked. "You've managed to track down her family?"

"Right you are, Terrador. I have. I cannot tell you their whereabouts. Nothing has appeared in any of their books for a long time. But my guess is that Cynder will see these dragons again, if her brother has appeared in her book." Ignitus replied.

"This… I… I have to try and track them down, to see if we have any records of their whereabouts. Their names! What are their names?" Terrador asked.

"I've only been able to get the name of Cynder's brother, and his name is Aerus." Ignitus replied.

Terrador sighed with relief, before the smile was wiped off his face. He saw something glistening in Ignitus' eyes, as if there was something the new Chronicler wasn't telling him. Terrador blinked and the glistening was gone from Ignitus' eyes as the Chronicler looked back down at the book, turning the page once more. Terrador gasped as he looked at the picture. A young purple dragon with a look of fear on his face, in a dark forest with dark silhouettes with glowing green eyes behind him. At first sight, Terrador thought it was Spyro, but everything that would normally have been golden on Spyro was silver, and the purple dragon had six horns around his head, three on each side. He recalled seeing a dragon like that earlier, and realised with a gasp who it could be. "Is that… Forzen?" Terrador asked Ignitus, just to be sure.

"Yes, it is. The little hatchling is still alive, but his future is unsure. I'm not sure what will happen to him, but under the clutches of Spyro, nothing can be sure, and we don't know that he will be safe." Ignitus rasped.

There was silence for a while, and ignites closed Cynder's book, pushing it away from him. Terrador looked at the teal dragon. "Why did you show this to me?" he asked.

"To prepare Cynder for her future. You can help her prepare for these things, Terrador, but I want you to be careful about what you tell her. She can't know any of this." Ignitus explained.

"Then why show me? What if I slip up?" Terrador asked.

"I need a bit of assistance now. I have a lot on my plate, and I want Cynder to be prepared. Her life will be hard, and I don't think she'll be able to handle it on her own. Prepare her, be there for her." Ignitus said. "I trust you. The ancestors do, too. We don't want to get involved all the time, Terrador, as I've already told you. But when the time is right, we think we should try and assist someone else to try and help others solve their problems, before getting involved. And that someone is you. We've put our trust in you that you can help Cynder solve her problems and to prepare her for these things. As well as plenty of heartbreak and death. It will be everywhere soon enough, and she needs a clear head. We think you could help Cynder. The other guardians, too, even. Especially Volteer.

"I know you can do this. There's a way to help your friends without saying any of this. Use the knowledge you have obtained, and try your best to avoid it. I know it's hard, but seriously, this would help us out a lot. Not just me or the ancestors, but Cynder and the other guardians."

Terrador nodded, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, before exhaling. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the Chronicler in front of him, but he was back in the courtyard. Terrador stood up and sighed, unsure what to do. His own words echoed in his head. What if I slip up? What happens if I do say something?

He hesitated, before he sighed and walked back to the Warfang Temple.

Green liquid rose up, spilling out of the hole in the ground. Green-coloured mist followed it, the heat from the acid melting through the rock, sending the green mist bellowing into the air. Two black scaled dragons watched on in awe as the acid continued to spill out of the ground, before solidifying into bones. There was a loud gurgling sound as the bubbling acid rose up in a bubble around the bones, rising up into the air and taking the joining bones with them, before three skeletons were created, their skulls barren, left without horns. There was a bright green flash as the acid exploded outwards, splattering around the walls of the room, as well as the two black dragons standing in it. The dark purple dragon standing in between them and the acid well was untouched by the seething acid. The three bodies were now visible, covered in muscle and organs. There was a deep, rumbling chuckle that emanated from the dark purple dragon's throat as his voice echoed throughout the room. "Rise." he commanded.

The three bodies all raised their heads, the soft squelching of flesh moving and cracking of bones resounding softly. The bodies stood motionlessly before another command was muttered. "Live."

A horrid squelching sound began echoing through the room as the hearts of each body began beating, very much visible with no skin or scales to cover the organs and muscles visible. The dark purple dragon stepped forward into the puddle of acid, unaffected by it, as he stopped in front of the three monstrosities he had created. The dragon lifted a claw and ran it down along the forehead of one of the bodies, the action instantly being mirrored onto the other two. Blood spurted from the wound that the dark dragon inflicted, dark green this time, as the dark dragon lashed his tail, signalling to smallest of the two black dragons.

Jumping at the action, the smaller black dragon turned around and grabbed a glowing green crystal, holding it carefully as it had been sitting in the seething acid. The dark purple dragon let out a growl, and the action was copied by the three creatures he had created, the sound raw in their throats as the bare flesh around their necks vibrated hideously. The black dragon was unnerved slightly, but didn't show it, as he stumbled forward, placing the crystal next to the dark dragon before stepping back to his spot beside the other black dragon. The dark purple dragon muttered under his breath as he picked up the green crystal and placed it inside the long, bloody cut he had left in the forehead of the creature. A green glow emanated from the creature as extra blood vessels ran from the crystal and throughout the rest of the body. The crystal materialised into the heads of the other two dragons and the green veins also appeared around them. Then horns began to protrude from their skulls, poking through their flesh and causing small spillages of dark green blood. The dark dragon smiled and stepped back, muttering, "Gain protection."

And with that, outer layers of skin and scales began to form, the scales black, like the shadowclaws, but instead, these scales had green stripes all over them. It wasn't long before the process was done, and three new dragons stood before them, staring at them with glowing green irises that shone eerily from their own black sclera. Acid dribbled down their lips as they snarled menacingly. The dark dragon smiled evilly and chuckled. "Perfect."

I'm uploading a bit more frequently because I'm having lots of bursts of writing, as I'm almost finished Demonised. Having been in the climax for so long, I didn't want to lose any flow between chapters, so I wanted to get them all done quickly. About to start the Epilogue, so thank goodness for that. It's been a long ride, but it's finally almost done. It'll be a bit of a break before I start Part 2, as since I will stop at a good spot, I can finally focus on a whole bunch of other stuff like school before I make a start on the Prologue of Part 2.

But here's another 5000-word chapter for you, and at long last, Ignitus has made his debut in my fanfictions. Unfortunately I couldn't fit him into Broken Perceptions, but he plays a much bigger role in Demonised, and Purple Legacy as a whole, and will continue to appear in later chapters. I hope I did him justice, so tell me how I went with Ignitus. And another thing with this chapter is that it was solely from Terrador's point of view, which is something I haven't tried yet. Out of the canon dragons from Legend of Spyro, the only POVs I've explored is Spyro, Cynder and Volteer, so it was nice to play around with Terrador for a bit. How'd I go there as well? (also this was my fourth draft I changed so much in it so hopefully it was good enough for you)

To 'Derick Lindsey', I actually made the detail on Cyril's burn wound more graphic in my final draft; in my first draft it was no longer than the explanation of Cyril's wound from the siege on Warfang. I did it because it was always intended to be much worse than the original wound. As for Aaron, my guess is he would have most likely died in the siege of Warfang given how many dragons were killed. He barely made it out of the Dark Spyro situation in Broken, which is pretty tame compared to having Spyro/Shorok rampaging through a city with a whole army of those damn shadowclaws, so I can safely say if Aaron ended up in this continuity of the Legend of Spyro universe, he'd already be dead.

To 'lord typhlosion', what makes Shorok your favourite character? I kind of wrote him to be a character that was sadistic and that not many people would come to like, so I'm interested to see your thought processes there lol. As for different species of dragons, these ones are kind of a mutation. The shadowclaws are derived from the long extinct species of shadow dragons that were a part of the 'dark family' of dragons, which became extinct long ago in the Age of Shadow. There may be more information on that soon, but I'm not exactly sure right now. And Purple Legacy will involve a lot more themes around the ancient dragon races rather than other species, but I may still introduce some other species in.

Anyway, thank you all for showing interest, and I'll try and get the next chapter up soon. After Chapter 16, there may be a long hiatus as I have other things to work on once I finish the Epilogue of Demonised, so apologies if you want more frequent updates. But as the Fazbear series is significantly smaller than this and I'm stepping away from Demonised for a bit, if I have any spare time on my hands, I might try and continue writing Bitten/Fazbear Part 2, because I know I've been slack on updates for Bitten (still only seven chapters in).

Well, see you around, and thanks for the person who voted on the poll on my profile (I'm guessing it was 'Derick Lindsey'). If you haven't voted, please do so, because it's very important to the future of Purple Legacy. Bye!