Due to a bad word this story is now rated "T" I was going to have to rate it up eventually as the story got darker, so it may as well be now.

Story time:

"Just how bad is "worse than serious"?" Terrador asked Volteer.

"Cyril was right, this was more important than the fire dragon surrender."

"I'm glad to be called right. What's with the change of heart?" Cyril asked.

"The Crystal Prison. I had it made, you might remember, the moles did their best work on it, but it won't stand up to somebody trying to break into it for long." The others noted that Volteer didn't quite answer the question.

At the door to the deepest prison in Darkmire's tomb stood the dragon. The door gave some trouble, but inevitably the dragon drew it open. The ball of black iron had been growing heavier and heavier as the dragon had approached the room. As the door swung open the dragon tore the iron open at its welded line and gazed at its precious contents.

"What is in there?" Cyril asked.

"A fragment of the centre of the world, we found it after Spyro defeated Malefor."

"The centre of the world?" Cyril asked incredulously.

"Yes, it's a crystal about the size of your paw, it's jagged and purple and it has an aura of power."

"Why was it bound and hidden in the vaults?" Cyril asked.

"Because we thought it would be safe there, but there's something else…"

"What is it?" Terrador asked, he had never seen Volteer so shaken, not even after evil Cynder had captured the pair of them, years ago.

"Whoever did this, I know where they're going next. They're going east, to Darkmire's tomb."

Terrador swore.

"No! That's impossible!" Cyril exclaimed. "We must send a force after the thief!" He went to run from the room.

"It's too late." Volteer said. He sounded beaten. "It's a three day journey by flight, but I think that our thief has no need to travel by air. We've lost this time."

There was a dead dragon in the cell. Why was it twitching?

It was moving. Darkmire wasn't the one everybody should have been so afraid of, whether the ancient black dragon could come back to life or not didn't really matter. This one definitely could, and you could sense it looking at you, a terrible consciousness haunted this dead dragon.

The purple crystal sensed its presence, the wait was over.

Thoran was panicking. He caught an earth dragon and held his claw to his throat. He was out of time now, he was sure of it. The guards should be running; they should all have been running, flying west to civilization and praying to the ancestors for safety.

"I won't kill you if you can convince the others to let me go." Thoran hissed at his captive.

"Die in a hole." The dragon spat at him. He tried to strike at Thoran, careless for his own safety. Thoran smashed his head against the wall.

"You don't understand! He is coming. He'll destroy us all! We're all going to die here!"

"You're evil. They won't let you escape here." The dragon growled. Thoran was thrown off his feet when his unwilling hostage used an earth boulder. The dragon began to run, Thoran gave chase and threw lightning at him, but he whipped clouds of dirt up to deflect it. At the spiked bridge the dragon threw himself into the air. Thoran stared in astonishment as he used his earth boulder to smash the razor wire; he caught a spike on the wall and began to carefully climb out of the unclimbable pit.

Thoran threw a thunderbolt across the pit and heard a scream. The dragon still held on but Thoran had no time to waste on killing him.

It was too late.

The time had come.

"Volteer, we can't sit here, you know who's in that pit!" Cyril shouted, he was panicking, he knew there was no hope.

"IT DOSEN'T MATTER!" Thoran shouted to the guards across the final bridge. "JUST LET ME GO! CAN'T YOU FEEL WHAT'S COMING?"

A dragon and a dragon met in a dark chamber. In a flash of purple light two dragons was one.

The dragon eternal, freed at last. Conqueror of the world, master of destiny itself. The dragon who knew no limits. Scholar, genius, monster.

Malefor.

It was too late.

Lunch took far longer than it should have, Spyro and Cynder were so deep in conversation that they were barely able to nibble at their food between talk. The topic was the Guardians, and more specifically, who was the strongest of them? Cynder was the one asking the questions, Spyro was the one in the know.

"So: Magmar, the fire king. He's a dangerous enemy, how would each guardian dragon go against him?"

Spyro took a moment to consider the question.

"That comet dash of his…" Spyro shivered. "That's honestly a really scary thing. Nobody else can tell when I slow down time with my Dragon Time ability, not many dragons besides you even know I have it. I needed it to buy me time to counter the comet dash, the guardians couldn't do that."

Cynder could tell when Spyro used Dragon Time, but this didn't seem like the moment to say so.

"So who could survive the comet dash?"

"Not Volteer, Probably not Cyril either, they'd both be killed instantly. Terrador's earth boulder is far stronger than mine, but I don't know if it would be strong enough."

"How about Imperia?"

"You probably know as much as I do about her. In an enclosed space I'd say she wouldn't stand a chance. Magmar's grappling techniques are much faster than you would expect and lethal at close range for sure, he was a second away from getting a grip on my horn, if he'd gotten hold…"

Cynder remembered the crack she had heard when the fire king had gotten his hands on Spyro, she felt a chill. Spyro resumed his analysis.

"But if Imperia had room to manoeuvre, well… you know how wind dragons are, you are one."

"I could evade Magmar's attacks at long range. No problems." Cynder said. "What about Flare? Fire dragon battle?"

"Hmm, that's a tricky question. You haven't seen Flare fight, I wouldn't do her justice just telling you about how she fights, so you'll have to go and watch her train some time. She has this nasty habit of setting herself on fire, it makes her very difficult to deal with. I don't know how that battle would go."

"So who's the strongest, let's add Imperia in too, is it Terrador, or Flare?"

"Don't underestimate Cyril, everyone seems too, and it's the type of mistake you won't live to regret."

"Really?"

"Trust me on this one; Cyril isn't a dragon to mess with. Honestly all of the guardians are extremely strong. There's a reason they're the dragons who have their fifth level of Mastery."

Cynder had never been graded for mastery, she didn't have a guardian element and Imperia apparently didn't believe in the system. Cynder did know what Spyro meant though.

A dragon spends a minimum of ten years in schooling, including learning elemental control, combat training and of course the academic subjects. Ten years is enough for a dragon to reach Expertise: the rank below the Mastery, in one element. After several trials a dragon can earn Mastery, then there are four further ranks of Mastery, each one is more difficult to attain then the one before. The fourth Mastery is the highest most dragons achieve; many dragons didn't concern themselves with training to higher than a first level mastery anyway. Only a dragon who becomes apprenticed to the elemental Guardian can reach the fifth Mastery to replace the guardian who trained them. To reach that level from the very beginning is the work of no less than sixty years, some time, even in dragon terms.

The average dragon at Cynder and Spyro's age would be close to Expertise in their element, but Cynder and Spyro were not average dragons.

At the conversation went off topic Spyro and Cynder were interrupted by a surprisingly welcome disruption.

When she had first met him Cynder would never even have considered calling Sparx the dragonfly "a surprisingly welcome disruption". Cynder's childhood had been horrible, but Spyro's had frankly been bizarre. Spyro had been raised as a dragonfly, a huge purple one it would seem; Sparx was his adoptive brother and his best friend. Cynder hadn't seen him in so long she had almost forgotten that he was annoying.

"Hey! Spyro dude, what's up? You went and cleared outta the place before you woke me up! I missed the whole battle thing. How'd you go?"

"I did wake you up Sparx," Spyro protested. "You told me I was fat and dopey and asked me to ask mum to make you your hot chocolate, then you went back to sleep again."

Sparx's eye twitched. Cynder looked at him; Sparx had barely changed at all. He was still glowy and talky and small. Sort of like Volteer was, but annoying, and small of course. He flew close to Spyro's nose.

"That never happened. You never heard anything… buddy." Sparx was surprisingly good at sounding intimidating but the effect was spoilt as Spyro was several hundred times his size. Cynder tried not to laugh; she had missed Sparx a little bit too, just a little.

"So how'd you go? Pretty good yeah? I taught you a thing or two about winning against impossible odds. And hey, you actually brought back a girl this time! You jealous that I got a girlfriend before you di-"

Sparx looked at Cynder properly; it took him almost a second to match a name to her face.

"Cynder? No way. You are freakin' HUGE! Cynder, it is you!"

"Sparx, you haven't grown at all." Cynder teased.

He glared at her. "What does that mean?" then he realized she was teasing. So he counterattacked "Course Spyro wouldn't have actually got a proper girlfriend. He's not the dating type, but you-"

Cynder changed tactics.

"I've missed you Sparx."

"And I've miss- wait you what? Missed me? You aren't going to hug me or anything are you?" Sparx hovered backwards, Cynder leant forwards. "Stay back nightmare girl, I'm warning you."

"Hug you? Sparx I'm in such a good mood that I could kiss you right now."

"Whoa! That's way out of line, don't you dare!" Sparx tried to fly away but found his way blocked by a wall of air, before he could even panic Cynder kissed him.

"You're crazy!" Sparx yelled. "You always get the crazy ones!" He said to Spyro.

"I got you." Spyro observed.

"Cynder! Why did you do that? It's messed up, you're a dragon and you're all sexy and I already have a girlfriend and I can't deal with this!"

Sparx fled, and then he came back all of three seconds later.

"I have a girlfriend." he kept repeating to himself.

Eventually the food was eaten. Cynder would have liked to spend the rest of the day with Spyro until their date in the evening, they had a date! She couldn't believe it. But the idea of hanging out with your date before the date seemed to ruin the specialness of the actual date. Sparx didn't help either.

Spyro told Cynder to meet him at sunset in the north city square, he told her he would be waiting for her outside the blacksmith's shop. She wouldn't need to bring anything or eat an early dinner.

Reluctantly Cynder and Spyro said goodbye, Spyro kissed her gently before he left. As the purple dragon turned away Cynder once again had a moment when the light fell on Spyro and made him look like Malefor. She repressed a shiver.

"Spyro? Sometimes you look a little bit…"

Spyro tilted his head as he waited for her to finish. The moment passed again and Spyro looked like Spyro.

"Handsome." Cynder finished. "A little bit handsome. Or a lot. Often. Really. You look handsome Spyro." Cynder finished lamely. Spyro didn't seem to notice her hesitation, he smiled at her. Sparx snickered, but not with malice.

He was handsome though. Spyro with his lean strength, noble bearing, grace, power, his scales, his legs, his waist, he was very handsome indeed. Ahem…

"I think you look beautiful Cynder." And Cynder looked away and Spyro left. Sparx flew after him relentlessly, Cynder heard him teasing.

That had gone well.

Cynder's next meeting didn't go quite so well. A pink dragoness spotted her from across the room and homed in on her. Cynder glanced at the door, she could have made it, but this time she wasn't going to slink away.

"You didn't really need to come back. It's not like we missed you or anything." The pink dragoness said.

"You have missed me, Ember, but if you had spent as much time throwing fireballs as you did insults then I expect you wouldn't have."

Ember was a fire dragoness with a crush on Spyro that bordered on obsession. She and Cynder hadn't gotten along at all; in fact Ember had been an essential part of the group of dragons who had Cynder into leaving Warfang and Spyro. Ember was slightly taller then Cynder was now and she took pleasure in looking down on the black dragoness. Ember's pretty looks hid a shocking cruel streak, all directed straight at Cynder. Cynder was still bitter against Ember for what she had done to her.

"Oooh, she's so sassy." Ember said mockingly. "I'd forgotten how clever you were, nobody was around to remind me, after you scampered off with your tail between your legs."

If Ember wanted to get personal then Cynder was ready for her.

"It's been three years now, or close enough. I guess we're both still head over heels in love with Spyro. The difference between us, Ember, is that in three years you've done nothing but simper at him and stalk him like a creep, I've been back a day and guess what? Tonight, Spyro and I have a date."

"[CENSORED]"

That was just downright nasty.

"Why do you hate me Ember?" Cynder sighed.

"Because you're the black dragon, do I need another reason?"

"Yes. Spyro's purple, you're pink, I'm black. It's not a reason, it's stating the obvious."

"You won't take Spyro from me." Ember leant in close and spoke threateningly. "He's mine."

"Practically every young dragoness in the city says the same thing, what about all the other nice male dragons our age? They're cursing their luck that they live in the same generation as Spyro."

"I don't care about them. Actually, they can have you, seeing as you're so concerned for them."

"What?" Cynder almost couldn't believe she had just heard that. Then it got much worse.

"All of them, they can fuck you and get you out of my way. You'd probably enjoy that though wouldn't you? That's why the Dark Master made you pretty isn't it?"

"That was uncalled for." Cynder said coldly.

"What was uncalled for was when you captured the guardians to free your precious Dark Master."

Cynder was about to respond, possibly with another insult, or simply by ripping Ember's wings off. Whatever she was going to do she missed her opportunity, as she went to move a familiar silky voice interrupted the conversation.

"Girls, girls, let's not do something that we might regret." It was Imperia's voice, but Cynder knew the difference, there was no amusement or warmth in this rebuke, there wasn't even any interest. There was only one dragon it could be. Altia.

The dragonesses looked around; their enmity forgotten for the moment, but the owner of the voice wasn't even in the room.

"Don't start fights with your classmates, Cynder. We don't have patience for that here." The silver dragon walked into the eating room from the far door and slowly made her way across the room towards them, like a snake hypnotising her prey from afar. Cynder wanted to walk away, but couldn't.

"What do you mean classmate?" She asked, using her wind to speak across the room like the other dragoness had.

"Classmates, fellow students of yours at the Dragon Academy. Cynder, we know very little about your education under the Dark Master. To call it patchy would be polite; to call it unpropitious would be accurate. You've been added into a class of your age group for now, until we know where to put you."

In truth Cynder's education had been extraordinarily good, Malefor may have been a monster, but he was also undoubtedly a genius and he had taught Cynder extremely well. Cynder could have argued, but she knew it would be pointless, Alita wouldn't even pretend to listen to her. Cynder didn't like the idea of being "put" but she was starting to worry that she would have no choice in the matter. Then again…

"Don't hold your breath. I'll show up if I feel like it." Cynder said, and then she turned and stalked toward the door. Ember looked like she wanted to pursue, but Altia called her back and spoke to her quietly.

Cynder wanted to find Imperia. Her meeting with Ember and her apparent enrolment in the Dragon academy were practically forgotten, Cynder had more important things to worry about. What was on her mind was the question of how to make her date with Spyro go well.

After a while Cynder found herself watching a group of three young dragons playing a game. The dragons were about the size and age that she and Spyro had been when they had first met, maybe slightly smaller. The game was quite simple; the young dragons were tapping a small sack of rice up into the air and not letting it fall to the ground. Cynder watched for a minute, curious, soon the rice sack fell to the ground and the young dragons all began laughing and arguing over whose fault it was. Cynder had never done this sort of thing; she had never had a group of friends her own age.

"Can I play?" She found herself asking. The young dragons all looked up in surprise.

"Grownups don't play with us." A red dragon said dismissively.

"One does." A white dragon commented.

"She's different from other grownups though." The red dragon responded.

They thought Cynder was an adult. Cynder admittedly did look like an adult, but she didn't think of herself as one.

"This one wants to play. She seems cool."

"We don't know anything about her. She could be a crazy or something."

"Course we know who she is. She's the Black Dragon."

The young dragons all turned to look at Cynder, she half expected them to run away, but they didn't.

"Are you Cynder the Black Dragon? The Cynder? The genius prodigy, saviour of the whole entire world?"

The dragon who asked was green with horns and wings of black, she was smaller than the others, but when she spoke they deferred to her leadership.

"Yes. I'm Cynder." Cynder said, surprised at the title "Saviour of the whole entire world" She and Spyro had defeated the Dark Master together, but nobody had ever given her much credit for that.

"Poison and Shadow dragoness?" The green dragon continued.

"And wind!" The white dragon added.

"Yes, that's me." Cynder said.

"With a huge ass crush on Spyro the purple dragon?" The green dragoness grinned cheekily.

Cynder blushed but her dark scaled fortunately hid her embarrassment. She nodded, to a chorus of giggles and a well done wolf whistle.

The young dragons made a circle and had a rapid conference before the green dragon came forward with an answer.

"You can play, if you're good enough." She threw the sack of rice at Cynder, who flicked it up easily with the tip of her tail. Cynder took a moment to get used to the new activity, she hadn't done this before, and then she used her dexterous wings to keep the sack off the ground. After a few seconds she found it was actually quite easy.

"No wings." The green dragoness said.

Cynder tucked her wings obediently and used her tail and head to keep going.

"No head."

Cynder used the back of her paws as well as her tail.

"No tail."

"Oh, come on." Cynder muttered, but she still kept the sack up.

"No legs or paws." The red dragon challenged.

What did that leave? Cynder used her wind magic to hold the sack up while she thought.

"Cheating!" The white dragon said. "I can't use my wind, so you can't either!"

"I'm thinking." Cynder said. "And I'm glad to meet another wind dragon."

"I'm a poison dragon, no grownups are glad to meet me." The green dragoness said.

"I've never seen another poison dragon." Cynder said.

"There's just me and my big sister." The green dragon said. "And your thinking time's up."

Cynder caught the sack on her back and knocked it up with a small hop. She caught it again on her waist and bounced it with a swish of her hips. The red dragon was staring at her with a smirk, so rather than catch the sack again Cynder smacked it at his nose.

"Ow!"

The other dragons started laughing.

"She can totally play." The wind dragon said.

"I see you've met my high council of advisors." A voice sung. Cynder and the other dragons looked up from their game to see Imperia approaching. At the last moment the wind dragoness darted forwards and flicked the forgotten sack of rice back into the air.

"You nearly dropped it!" She laughed.

"Imperia!" The named dragon was tackled from three directions by a trio of enthusiastic hugs. Cynder kept the sack in the air while she watched the dragons greet each other with a smile.

"You're going to squish me! I'm a wind dragon, I need air!" Imperia laughed, the younger dragons released Imperia and re-joined their game.

"So these dragons are in the class that you usually teach?" Cynder asked. Imperia nodded.

"I might have known." Cynder said. "First they think I'm a genius, next they let me join their game, and soon they'll probably have a petition to make me the new Wind Guardian."

"Not happening. I'm gonna be the new Wind Guardian." The young wind dragon said. The others chorused their agreement.

"Your ideas are contagious." Cynder said to imperia.

"All the best ideas are." She smiled. "But if anyone is going to be Wind guardian you can all rest assured it will be me. I'm your teacher, and you should all be showing me more respect."

The poison dragoness got hold of the rice sack and smacked it at Imperia's nose.

"Ow! This is not dignified!"

They laughed at her, but Imperia was laughing at herself too.

"Well timed, Nadder, where did you learn that move?"

The green dragon pointed at Cynder.

"She used it on Spark, it was pretty funny."

"Was not." The red dragon, Spark, grumbled.

"It really was." The white dragon said.

"Then so is this, Stratos." Spark threw the sack at the white dragon, but he caught it easily.

"That wasn't very funny." He said reasonably. Spark leapt at him and the two dragons went down in a tangle of claws, wings and tails.

Imperia and Cynder both looked at each other, then at the fight; before Nadder leapt into the fray as well and broke it up. All three of them were laughing, Cynder realised that this was a regular thing for the three friends, a play fight.

"Come on, Cynder, I want to talk to you." Imperia said.

"Aww…" Cynder and the young dragons all said.

"Come on!" Imperia laughed.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?"

Imperia let the two dragonesses into her quarters and took a seat on the carpet. She pointed across the room to a weapon mounted on the wall.

"Do you recognize that?"

The weapon Imperia had indicated was a spear, and it was as long as Cynder was, head to tail. It was made of gold and iron; it must have weighed a great deal. The spear had a huge razor sharp blade, almost two metres long and a wide cross guard set behind it, roughly a third of the way down its length. Cynder had only a little experience with dragon weapons, she preferred to fight unarmed, but she knew a spectacular piece of metalcraft when she saw it. She went over to it to look closer.

"Can I touch it?" She asked.

"If you'd like."

Cynder rested her paw on the spear, it was magical, and one of the most enchanted objects Cynder had ever seen. Every sliver of metal in the spear had been infused with extraordinary power.

"It's a spear, one of the weapons made by the Artisans of old, and infused with magic. I don't know it by name, but all weapons of this sort have a name."

"You're quite right. This is The Dragonslayer. As you said it was crafted by the Artisans in the dark ages before our time. Throughout its history more dragons have died upon its blade then the total number of dragons who fell in the war against The Apes. I'll ask another question: What can it do? In battle what would you expect from it?"

Cynder answerd immediately.

"It's a conductor, a lightning rod for dragon magic. A dragon's power would be focused and magnified by its shaft. Not only that, but the metal will counter the elemental attacks of an enemy and use their energy against them. It therefore functions as both an attack and a defence. Like many of the old weapons it has a mind of its own, it will lend its strength to its master in combat, it will return to their hand if taken from them, and it will guide its master's blows as it seeks out death."

"Very nice. How did you learn that?"

Cynder looked away.

"Malefor taught me."

"I thought so. He taught you very well. I'm sure my precious sister had told you that she has arranged for you to join the Dragon Academy, we both know you don't need to go. She wants to keep you and Spyro apart; She and I had a minor disagreement with her over that." Imperia sighed and laid down her head.

"The Dragonslayer draws its power from the dragon who wields it, and their element. Someday I would like to see what it could do in the possession of you or Spyro; your four elements could make The Dragonslayer more powerful than it has ever been."

"I'm not sure I like the idea of fighting with the Dragonslayer."

"It's a mark of wisdom, knowing when you to say no to more power."

The way Imperia said it told Cynder there would be a "But…" She waited for it.

"But getting killed by a more powerful foe then you because you didn't want to accept help is what we would term a mark of stupidity."

"That was very profound."

"I'm glad you thought so."

"So you're offering me the spear?"

"No way! I'm not done playing with it yet, plus that spear cost me… a great deal. No, I was just wondering about the things that Malefor taught you. Congratulations by the way."

"Congratulations?"

"On your date, you two are going to be the cutest couple in Warfang!"

Of course Imperia would know about her date, Imperia was nosy. Cynder sighed and rolled her eyes, she had been planning to ask the older dragoness for help anyway.

"Cutest couple?"

"Warfang's hottest date, I guarantee it."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean."

Imperia waved Cynder confusion aside and went right on gossiping at her.

"Do you know where Spyro is right now?"

"No I don't."

"He's gone to see Volteer for dating advice. I know from experience that date wise, Volteer is the only dragon in Warfang more club-footed then Spyro is. I genuinely can't imagine what is going on in Volteer's chambers at this moment."

Cynder couldnt help but recall her earlier thoughts on kissing practice, and had a sudden perfectly rendered vision of Volteer and Spyro practicing kissing.

It was an interesting picture; with guilty pleasure she filed it away in her mind for later examination, Volteer was not an unattractive dragon.

"You know from experience?"

"Oh yes. He's completely adorable; Volteer is so sweet, any dragoness would be lucky to have him."

"So, do you have dating advice for me?"

"Oh where do I start?" Imperia laughed.

Firstly, I have a gift for you! It's a playlist of songs! I wouldn't just bombard you with random songs, these are all top quality pieces of music and more importantly they are each attached to a character in the story. Yes: THEME MUSIC!

You may have different ideas for theme music then these songs. If so then please share your choices, I love good music.

Playing these isn't a must, but it might improve the effect of my story, so I encourage you to check them out:

Spyro- I Need a Hero

I can't give you a link, but you could find this on YouTube. I always listen to the Shrek 2 version, but that's your choice, its a damn good song any way you play it. Spyro is a hero through and through and this song is moving and catchy, so I feel it suits him very well. I have another song for Spyro, but you'll have to wait for that one.

Cynder- Bleeding Out

A song by Imagine Dragons, and one of my favorite songs EVER. Turn it up and enjoy the epicness! This is foreshadowing, for the record. I had to put this here, because this song is simply extraordinary, it gives me shivers in my spine like practically nothing else. Cynder also gets another song... To be revealed later.

Sparx- Birdhouse in Your Soul

Cuz he's a little glowing friend! This song, by They Might be Giants, I wanted to give to practically everyone in the story at some point, but Sparx won out in the end. This song may be odd, but it's definitely worth a listen.

Imperia- Cup Song: Extreme Edition

Why? It's a nice song. It's by Paint and can also be found on YouTube. The Cup Song is totally up Imperia's street, taking something to it's logical extreme with split screen shenanigans is absolutely her style. Plus it's a beautiful song if you need another reason.

SECONDARY AUTHORS NOTE:

Such is the way in which word limits are broken. I had a 3500 word maximum, which I have comprehensively failed to keep to in every chapter so far. Now there is no maximum, each chapter will go for as long as it needs to. I feel better now.

Spyro and Cynder's date is worth a whole chapter of course, plus Malefor has a few things to do for himself too... That's next time!

I have finally gotten around to a dedication for this story. I had no idea who to dedicate it to though, so I asked myself: why do I write this? Who do I write it for? Put it that way and it's becomes pretty easy.

I write for you, readers, and for The Warfang Elite community, they're all on my reading list, and their very existence has inspired me. I'm writing for Unit-Omicron in particular, because I'm too busy to hurry up and finish reading his work. I'm writing for DragonWithSword, because his own Spyro story is outstandingly original, and for also dj520, because a week ago my fanfic too was just getting started. I'll also give my amazing sister the credit she deserves, or she'll never forgive me, she was the one who played through Dawn of The Dragon as Spyro while I danced around as Cynder: not pulling levers, accidentally getting catapulted off the map (Malefor's boss battle, no kidding!) and generally being immature, I had abandoned this site, and I would never have found it again without something worth looking for.

Statistically I have almost certainly missed your name, I may not know it and I can't make this dedication go forever, but don't hesitate to apply this dedication to yourself, I want you too. Send me a reveiw, introduce yourself, talk to me! I may even expand my dedication.

In summary: I dedicate this story to the whole Spyro community, and by extension to myself, because without me this story seriously would never have gotten anywhere.

I have a habit of leaving you with a quote. this one isn't as simple as the others but it has a lot of meaning to me.

"Glory isn't won, it is given."

Think about it.

-4Dragons