In Warfang…

The city is still in repairs after the end of Malefor's siege. The walls are mostly repaired but smaller, minor holes can still be seen. The inside of the city is in a much worse state. The wall was prioritised by the Guardians in the rebuilding order. This left most of the civilian homes still in repair. Moles and dragons are still removing the shattered remains of the giant golem that Spyro and Cynder finished off during the battle. Cracks can be seen along the ground for quite a while off the crash site. The temple of the guardians was let off quite well compared to the rest of the city. It was damaged in the chaos but only with a few holes in the walls.

This was the site that befell the two young dragons as they reached the once great city of dragons. A horn was blasted three times in the city. Cynder had spent some time pouring over the books in the great library during her time in the dragon temple, and vaguely recalled that three blasts signalled friends returning or something like that. Spyro, however, did not spend his time reading the Warfang protocols.

"Ummm Cynder… Are we gonna get shot at again? Because that sounded very very hostile!", Spyro asked worried.

"Spyro, it's fine. The sentries are blowing the horn to let Warfang know that we are friendly."

"You sure?"

"Ancestors… Yes I'm positive"

Spyro seemed to calm down. Even if it was only a little. He was still slightly tense at hearing loud sounds: the war left some habits he'd rather not have.

When the duo were five minutes away from the wall, a group of dragons leapt off the wall and began to approach the two. Spyro was slightly nervous as he still had the mentality of 'Incoming Threat'. Cynder was quite calm respectively. The leading dragon had a green scale colour with a brown underbelly. Two horns jutted from the sides of their head, though they were quite small showing that this was a young adult. His brown eyes widened quite visibly at the sight of purple and yellow scales that was quite clearly in front of him.

"Spyro, Cynder, the Guardians have been waiting for you for two months!"

"Wait a second, two? Cynder we were only recovering for a single month right?"

Spyro seemed, understandably shocked at the revelation of both of them missing out on a month. Cynder was just as perplexed.

"Yes… we were. Does that mean we were asleep out there for a whole month!?"

This sentence was with a tone of shook with underlaying confusion. If they were out for that long, either Warfang's dragons or whatever leftover force Malefor had had would've found them. Of course this could have just been complete and utter luck but… This didn't seem right.

"No matter the case", the guard dragon stated. "The Guardians have been anxiously awaiting any news of your survival. I'm sure they will be over the moon to hear of your survival, Spyro."

"Well lets not keep them waiting", Spyro exclaimed. Spyro's face lit up for seeing his old mentors again. Cynder was only slightly less happy to see them than Spyro. She had a feeling Cyril wasn't entirely over the whole 'Terror of the skies' thing. The dragon's turned back to the city and flew in, causing cheers and shouts of "Our hero" and other such statements. Thankfully, no dragon had tried to follow them, not that they would get very close due to the dragons currently guarding the heroes.

The guards dropped them off outside of the large door to the dragon temple. They would have come with them but they had 'other duties to attend to'. With the way they all seemed relieved to not go in, Cynder assumed Volteer was definitely in there.

"Shall we?", Cynder asked.

"We definitely shall!"

The doors opened easily as the Spyro pushed it open with his surprisingly strong wing. The door revealed a wide but short corridor, beautifully designed with chiselled stone portraying different battles and legends but with slight bits of rubble laying on the floor. The corridor had a large pair of doors at the end of it, however these were not as large as the door they had opened to enter.

"I'll never understand why people make a corridor and not put anything in it other than on directly ahead of it", Spyro said in confusion. He had never understood why it was necessary. It's more like a waste of resources!

"Well, Spyro, some of us enjoy having art in our living spaces", Cynder deadpanned. 'Ancestors he is such a… Male!'

"Never mind that. We have some old friends to see."

Racing up to the next door, Spyro again pushed it open easily with his wing, showing the guardians having a rather heated discussion about something. "Cyril it is clear that the wall is adequately rebuilt, we must now focus on repairing homes for the cities inhabitants. Both I and Volteer have agreed upon this so why do you continue to argue?"

The one who said this was a large dark green dragon with a beige underbelly. Two horns jutted from his head, each curling like a ram's horns. Powerful legs ended with sharp claws that left marks in the stone they currently cut into in annoyance. A spiked mace seemingly made of rock adorned the end of his tail.

"I continue to argue my side of the argument, Terrador, because we know that just because Malefor is gone, his troops certainly are not. We must have a perfect wall, not one with cracks and holes that will become a security breach if we are attacked!".

The near arrogant tone came from an icy-blue dragon with a barely lighter colour for his underbelly and wing membranes. Frills fell from his chin, signifying his long age. Large, natural scale-shield plates jutted up in front of his shoulders, both bearing a snowflake in the centre (the naturality of that is questionable) and spikes of similar composition pushed out of his knee joints. Similar spikes followed along his spinal cord, making him quite imposing indeed.

"If I may interject my friends, cohorts, fellow Guardians…"

The fast-speaking dictionary was the yellow dragon. This dragon was slightly smaller than the rest of the dragons in the room, sporting a brightly yellowed, scaly hide and a deep blue underbelly. His horns left his skull straight back following the line of his head, the end tipping straight upwards. Blue spines trailed down the back of his spine and a blue tail fin shaped like a spiky and sharp 'U'. His wingtips were thinner and more bone-y than most others.

"We seem to have guests, visitants, callers!" Volteer's voice got more and more excited as his pace flew by. So it felt like it went from 0 to 100 real quick!

"Oh what are you on about you insufferable d-",Cyril started before finally turning around to see who interrupted this meeting, only for his jaw to drop and eyes to widen at the sight of an adolescent purple dragon with the most face-splitting grin the world has ever seen.

"We're back!" The looks on Cyril and Terrador's god-smacked faces brought Cynder to full on laughing, leaving Spyro to answer the Guardians. Terrador let out a gruff and loud laugh as he came out of his shocked state.

"It is wonderful to see you again young ones. Where have you been? The world reconnected over two months ago!"

"We were on the fields of Avalar for at least one of those months", Cynder managed to say after coming down from her intense laughing session. "We woke up just under a month ago. Anything before that and we are clueless."

"Did Spyro encase you two in another one of those time crystals? If so why did it break open this time?"

"Volteer I didn't trap us in another crystal. After pulling the world together we both just… collapsed and woke up in the field."

"We can interrogate them later. A fight with a being as strong as Malefor certainly requires more than months rest to recover fully from."

"Yeah I have to agree. Spyro seems to be completely fine but I could barely make it here." Cynder stretched her aching wings in a show of exhaustion from the long flight to the city.

"I'll show them to their rooms shall I?", Cyril put in.

The two young heroes followed the elderly Guardian to where their rooms were, making small talk and discussing the changes of what happened after Malefor's defeat. Dragons across the globe had come out of hiding after hearing of his defeat and went straight to Warfang for safety as well as in the hopes that they were not the only survivors. Among the re-found dragon-kind was Terrador's mate, Shard. Apparently they hadn't seen each other in over twelve years so the reunion was quite an ecstatic one. Spyro felt bad for not coming back sooner but didn't regret waiting for Cynder to be able to fly again.

"And here are the student dormitories. I know you two took on Malefor but these are the only rooms that aren't damaged. Even our quarters suffered some form of cracking! Just choose a set of rooms and rest. Ancestors know what Volteer will interrogate you on tomorrow." The pity on Cyril's was very easy to spot as the dragon turned to leave the younger dragons to themselves.

"Wait, Cyril!" Spyro yelled to Cyril, stopping the Guardian in his tracks.

"Yes Spyro?"

"Just one thing, where's Sparx?"

Both Cynder and Cyril recoiled visibly from the name. The loud-mouth firefly had annoyed both dragons to no end.

"The mosquito is currently at his home in the swamps. He was waiting there in case you went to see your family before coming to us. We will let him know to come back as soon as we can." The last part was said in a tone that implied you were forced to do something you really did not want to do.

"Alright then, see ya around Cyril"

"And you young Spyro. Be careful not to interrupt your dorm-mates."

"…Wait what?"

Welp, they are back in Warfang. Hope you somewhat enjoyed what I have to offer you after this long period of time. As I've said in the other two chapters don't be d*cks. And to whoever actually favourited this piece of sh*t, THANK YOU IT FEELS NICE TO BE APRECIATED!