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A/N: Thank you for all your responses, I really appreciate them, truly! It's a great encouragement. And I'll strive to improve the grammar in this chapter… I really am useless, ugh!

Spyro: Parents of a hero
Chapter 3

"I think we've taken a wrong turn, Elora."

The fawn looked around the scene, "yes, I think you're right."

The gentle sea breeze played with the fawns' long hair as she looked around Dragon Shores. The pristine sands and glistening seas painted the perfect picture of tranquillity as the entrance gate remained closed while the amusement park was under heavy construction. No patrons or staff anywhere in sight the fawn trudged over to the sea kicking up sand.

"No one to ask directions…" she mumbled.

Bianca walked over to her, "oh don't worry!" She smiled "we'll just go up there." She pointed up at the towering cliffs surrounding the shores.

"And what will that do?" Elora asked her friend with a sideways glance all the while fingering the heart-shaped locket around her neck.

The rabbit looked down at her and smiled again, "we can relax and try to remember the way."

"You mean you can try and remember the way!" Elora laughed. "The Professor gave you the map."

The sorceress gave a nervous embarrassed laugh, "Oh right, yes… heh." She straightened her purple robes and coughed, "well, come on then."

Elora laughed at her friends' aloof attempt to sound confident, "alright, it'll be nice to relax for once."

"Yes that's right," Bianca started as they began the assent of the cliffs along the twisted path, "how're things going in the dragon village?"

"Fine I guess, It's not the same with hardly any people around though."

Bianca laughed, "not as many people to boss around eh?"

Elora shot her travelling companion a searing look than laughed lightly herself. "It's too bad Ember couldn't come. I wonder what's wrong with her" she sighed.

The sorceress ran a hand back through her hair as they trudged still further along the path to the cliff's top. "Iwouldn't know. What did she look like?"

"She was delirious, and she seemed to be talking to herself quite a bit too. Not to mention the hot and cold spells." Elora described while kicking a pebble gently with her hoof. "The Professor said it was the flu… but we all know he has no idea what he's talking about."

"That's a little harsh" Bianca chuckled to herself. "But really, it does sound like the flu," she ran a hand through her hair again, "strange really. It was winter five months ago. Must be late summer flu or something."

"It could be," the fawn pondered, "Flame's sick too so I suppose it could be that."

"Spyro's gonna miss her. He was so excited about seeing her again. He never shows it but we all know" Bianca grinned.

Elora cringed slightly at the words and gripped her pendent in both hands. "Yes… I suppose he… is…" she mumbled under her breath.

Bianca looked down at her friend with concern. It took a lot to bring Avalar's unofficial leader down into such sudden depression. Well, maybe it couldn't be called depression at the current moment, but it was certainly a drastic character change from the fiery fawn everyone respected. However, she did notice that the shorter girl would suddenly slip into that characteristic when the subject of Spyro's secret affection towards the pink dragon came into the conversation. It wasn't even anything, other than to tease the purple dragon when his arrogance got the better of him. Ember did seem to enjoy the attention though, and slip over to Spyro while Elora would abruptly fade into the background.

"You don't seem too good yourself."

Elora sighed and sped up her pace. "I'm fine, really. Just tired of all this travelling. I mean honestly! Why can't the boys come to us!"

Laughing at the return of character Bianca matched the speed again as they neared the grassy plains atop the cliffs of Dragon shores.

"Congratulations Nera, it's a beautiful baby boy!"

The long lean dragon shuffled around the small bundle of purple curled around the egg fragments whimpering at the cold air. The azure female dragon tossed her head back to knock her long elegant ears across shoulder blades as she watched her newhatched child.

"Hello little Spyro, " she cooed. The small dragon stirred weakly but otherwise didn't move. The new mother threw Nana a worried look, "is he…?" The nurse dragon shook her head and smiled urging Nera on. "Spyro dear, look at me so I can see your pretty face."

The bundle stirred once again and this time lifted his head to look up into the blue dragon's face. "Gah?"

Nera sniffed at the noise, "oh my!" she whispered. "He's so beautiful!"

Nana rolled her eyes. One hundred and fifty years and hundreds of patients and she'd heard that line so many times before, she smiled anyhow. It was genuinely a magical moment between mother and child when that first look is exchanged.

"Nera, Nana?" A deep voice questioned from the doorway with uncertainty.

"Ah, come in, Kers. Your son would love to see you" Nera pressed her mate.

The drab red dragon shuffled into the room uncertain of the situation. He coughed to get the women's' attention away from the purple figure but didn't succeed as they continued to fawn over the hatchling.

He huffed out a puff of smoke from his nostrils. Really! That was his son over there! His heir! And he couldn't even reach him for the swishing tails of the female dragons and strange noises they made that caused Spyro giggle, which only fueled the noises on further.

From the best glance of his son he could get he immediately spotted the vivid colour of the dragon's scales. That would be hard to cover. A little dragondust wouldn't do the job this time! He sighed when he thought back to what his friends and family had told him.

"I've told you a million times! That Nera is bad news!"

"Yes, mother." He'd agreed.

"You stay away from her, you hear!"

"Yes mother." Again he'd agree.

"I don't want any mongrel dragons to my heir!"

"No, mother." She'd always had a closed mind… and heart.

Gaining another glance at his son from between wings he noticed everything else seemed normal. Seemed was the word with this matter. They'd always told him to stick within his own race and not mingle with dragons of different homelands. They'd told him blue and red made purple. Told him no dragon was purple. Told him that no more Advanced dragons should be born. Denki was a mistake!

Only 'normal' Basic dragons from now on.

Typical. He'd just have to go and fall in love with a Dream Weaver, just typical. He couldn't say it was easy though, no, not by a long shot, what with living so far apart from each other. The Peace Keepers was situated on ground level while the Dream Weavers was elevated high up among the clouds. Dragons would often spot him making his way to her by passing through Magic Crafters and the Beast Makers – that was how he'd made so many wonderful friends of all races!

He shook his head nearly throwing himself off balance with the weight of his battle hardened horns with the force. Back to the now. He moved over towards his mate and the nurse to peer over them to find the source of the cute gurgling noises.

Seeing the shadow grow over him Spyro restrained his gurgling noises with a hitched breath as he watched the deep red face loom into view. He squeaked when an arrow headed tail gently laid on his head and pushed him to the floor with the sheer weight.

Kers smiled a toothy grin as he watched his son struggle under his tail, not out of sadism but amusement, as Spyro squirmed and cooed as he batted the arrow back and forth in play.

"Ah Spyro, my heir."

The cool sea breeze wafted across the vast acres of green grass at the fawn and rabbit sat on the cliff edges legs dangling over. The view was truly amazing. Millions of sparkles littered the calm ocean as long bright clouds drifted gently across the sapphire sky crossing the sun for brief moments before moving on in their own individual paths.

Elora sighed and fell back into the lush greenery to watch the clouds. "I could stay here all day" she breathed.

Silence followed her statement for a long while as Bianca watched the steady waves against the beach. "Um, just how long did it take for us to get up here?"

"I don't know. Hmm, maybe an hour – we are high up." Elora answered.

"Well then I think the tide is coming in" Bianca stated matter of factly.

"What?" Elora shot to her feet and observed as shoreline slowly disappeared into the waves after only a few moments. "Drat! Now what do we do?"

"Well, we can't get into the park and stay there, It's completely locked up. Oh hey I know! … No, no that won't work…" Bianca folded her arms behind her back and began her routine pacing when in deep thought. "Aha! We could… no that won't work either…. I could! Ah but the…" her mumbling continued as Elora searched around with her eyes for a solution.

"If only we knew what time the tide went out…" she murmured loudly.

"When to moon returns the tides shall turn."

Elora whipped around at the strange new voice. "Who're you?" She demanded.

The owner of the voice stepped forward with a depressed sigh. "My name is Denki" he stated.

"Ohhh…" the fawn breathed as she looked at him. The four-legged dragon had scales of baby blue with bright orange markings and an orange underbelly. Each paw was orange and on each ankle were heavy looking silver cuffs bolted together tightly, the orange marking of his paws rose up his legs in a small triangle from behind the cuff. The dragon sported a thin long two-tailed white bandanna and stumpy flung back white horns. Poking from behind the bandanna and falling forward over his snout were three very distinct strands of hair.

Elora's eyes boggled. "You have hair!" She blurted then covered her mouth with a hand.

The dragon's expression didn't change in the slightest, just remained solemn as he watched them. "Yes."

"But, but dragons don't have hair. Oh! And you don't have wings either!"

"Could you please not shout," Denki whispered above the winds, "you're disturbing nature."

Elora bowed slightly in apology, "right, sorry. But, if you don't mind me asking, why do you have hair?"

"I do not know the answer to that myself" he muttered lowly. "If you are hoping to take the portal out of here you will have to wait until midnight, I'm afraid. The tide will have receded by that time."

Elora scowled at the change of subject to the tides. Dragons did not have hair! For a dragon to grow hair a mammal must have been present in the gene pool. And inter race relations were strictly illegal and severely frowned upon. She didn't know of any creature that has fallen in love with another different creature. That was one of the reasons she felt so crushed about her feelings towards Spyro, not to mention the 'friend factor'.

She was determined to get some answers from this half-breed.

"Say, do you mind if we hang out with… you… for a while? Even though I live in Avalar I don't get here much, heh" She smiled with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

Denki sighed and hung his head, "fine, whatever. I live in the lighthouse. We'll be going there," he said.

She would've jumped for joy if it wouldn't be misinterpreted for something else and clopped over to Bianca, who was still talking to herself and pacing back and forth. "Come on, we've got somewhere to stay!" She said with glee.

"Oh! Oh, what? Somewhere to stay?" the rabbit asked with a perplexed look.

"Yes, with Denki here" Elora pointed at the small dragon. "He was kind enough to let us stay in the lighthouse with him."

Bianca scrunched up her nose at the thought. "A lighthouse?"

"Fine" Denki started, " no one is forcing you to. Heaven forfend a little company now and then…" his voice faded down to nothing as he turned and left.

"No, no wait! We'd love to stay!" Elora shouted after him then turned back to her friend yanking her down to eye level. "Look, Bianca. You're going to stay with Denki and me in the lighthouse. And what's more; you're gonna enjoy it." She hissed and released the sorceress.

Bianca stood back with a shocked look as she studied Elora as the fawn ran to catch up with the dragon. "Something is bothering you, Elora. I can feel it. And I'll help you with it, don't worry."

A/N: I'll apologise for the length of this chapter and content. But I did want to update sometime. The chapters will be getting longer, I sure of that! They will end up being the length of the chapter in my Pokemon fic 'The Dragon Homeland'. I am a lot more experienced writing Pokemon though, this is my first attempt at writing Spyro.

Ah well. Reviews are greatly appreciated by the by.