A/N I should probably explain why I'm using so many major time skips. The reason I have for doing this is because I'm not good at creating filler chapters. You probably got that from Chapter 4 which was my shortest chapter which only consisted of an encounter with Ember.

So to avoid mistakes like that chapter I'm just going to skip to scenes and story points that are important.

Now, enough with me here is another chapter of Lost and Found in the same day (Hour wise).

3 Months Later

Cynder, for once, was awaiting Spyro in the cafeteria of the temple. The guardians had called a meeting that had, apparently, involved Spyro. Which comes to why Cynder was sitting alone in the cafeteria awaiting her only friend in the temple. As previously mentioned, most of the dragon populace had loved ones or had heard of Cynder through parents as they weren't born during her rampage. As such even younger dragons had been taught that Cynder was Malefor incarnate and that she would always be looking for a way to kill them. Obviously this removed any chance of her gaining friends. Though that's quite obvious when you look around to see the heated glares from most of the student body.

So Cynder sat on a bench of a small table meant for four but would forever be used by only her and Spyro. She didn't have a problem with sitting with Spyro only. Time didn't exactly remove her feelings for the purple dragon she called partner. More like the opposite. Walls Cynder had built up throughout for over a decade of hell came crashing down in a span of a few months of knowing him. Cynder found that she could relax around the dragon and, if his actions of weird normality were any indicator, so could he around her.

Though the main item that ran circuits round Cynder's mind was Calemvir. The strange creature, who she has yet to figure out the species he is from, who manged to appear and disappear without her knowledge. He had never come back after that night, which only creates a bigger question in Cynder's head. Who/what was Calemvir? If anyone saw someone like that, the Guardians would certainly be told and therefore so would she and Spyro -they had access to this information as heroes of Warfang/the entire world. Calemvir was an enigma.

Her thoughts of the cloaked figure was interrupted by a very high pitched squeal. "SPYROOOOOO!" Sure enough, as Cynder turned Spyro was standing there looking rather annoyed at the pink dragoness attempting to drag him from the table he was trying to get to.

"Ember, I'm going to sit with Cynder like I do every day. Please get off me and stop trying to get me to your table."

"Oh come on, Spy, you can do much better than Terror over there. For example, ANYONE else."

After hearing the 'Terror' comment, Cynder could see Spyro's amethyst eyes become hard and cold as the stone used to describe them. The area started to feel colder. Only two in the room were unaffected by the aura of the purple dragon: Ember, coated in her princess-wanting-a-hero state, and Cynder, who felt worse from Malefor. Everyone else felt paralysed by the sensation sweeping through the room.

"Ember". The pink dragoness looked up to see Spyro looking coldly at her. "You have four seconds to let go or I throw you off." Confusion swept through Ember's face. Usually males would be all over the chance to get with Ember, yet here stands the hero of Warfang completely unaffected by her charms. Even looking at her strangely.

Cynder was looking strangely at the pair to. However her look was left more towards Ember. 'Spyro doesn't use his killer aura much, which is why he doesn't get in trouble for using it. So why is Ember unfazed, even if it's light?'.

"Fine fine. But the moment you realise you're too good for her you come straight to us, y'hear"

She then threw a dazzling smile his way and left to her table.

"I'll be sure to." Spyro mumbled sarcastically. Then he went over and sat next to Cynder, faceplanting the table.

"Spyro".

"Mhmm." His voice was muffled from being face down into the table.

"Thanks for standing up for me, but your K.I is still leaking out".

"…". Spyro sat up, took a deep breath and then sighed. The killer intent started dissipating and the room began picking up in volume once more. "Thanks for telling me. I probably would've left it on for the rest of the day."

"You need to get that KI under control Spyro. You can't just keep using it whenever someone says something remotely bad about me."

"You'd do the same for me, so why shouldn't I", Spyro replied with a weary smile.

"…". Cynder didn't have a response to that, at least not a valid one. If their positions were reversed Ember would probably be a bloody stain on the floor by now.

"And you understand that which is why you have no response", Spyro then started chuckling to himself.

'Only he can actually make me speechless. -sigh- Wish it were about a different topic'.

"Anyway Cynder we need to talk."

Now Cynder was confused. "Go ahead then. Is it impo-"

"Alone. Private conversation."

Cynder's confusion was quite apparent now. 'What could possibly be so important we can't talk about it here?' she thought as she slowly agreed.

Spyro stood up and quickly left, Cynder on his tail. Cynder found herself being let into Spyro's room in the dormitories of the temple.

"Now, what is it?", Cynder asked as plopped down onto one of the cushions thrown about the room. For a hero, Spyro really isn't tidy. Like at all.

"The Guardians gave us a mission. Like, a really important one. Apparently there's been a surge of dark energy towards the west. They don't know what it is, but it's bad. They want me to investigate, since I'm supposedly the strongest in Warfang."

This statement was exactly wrong. Spyro was on the same level of power as the Guardians. Over the past year he had the idea that Malefor wasn't fully gone, just sealed. And, as they both knew, seals never last, even ones created by the ancestors (*1). Cynder was certainly the second strongest, only just behind Spyro. Spyro was a magical powerhouse and Cynder was a combat master. Together, they could match the power of the three current Guardians. An impressive feat for even a purple dragon.

"If you think you're going alone then you're wrong", Cynder growled, insulted that she wasn't immediately told about his mission by the Guardians.

A light chuckle filled the room. The light chuckle turned to full on laughter. "You really think I would even consider going without you?", Spyro asked after he calmed down and turned serious. "If this is what we both think it is, both of us together is the best chance we have of actually beating him. Think about it, we couldn't beat him before. We had to have help from the ancestors. I'm not an idiot Cynder."

Cynder smiled. "Well if you showed this side more often I wouldn't assume you made the stupid decision of 'keeping me safe'".

"Oh you will be safe, just not out of my sight. We are sticking together, as if we had those relics on us." A light blush painted itself on Cynder's face as she praised her dark scales once more for their ability to hide it whilst thinking of being stuck with Spyro again. Well, 'stuck'.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as possible."

The chains stopped all of a sudden. The light had stopped, causing any energy from entering his system. Malefor felt absolute relief wracking his body. He didn't know how long he was strapped to that wall, but his voice died a long time ago, leaving his mouth unhinged in a silent scream. When it failed to close after two minutes the great dragon knew it was dislocated. His voice would return with time, it should've left after a few hours with the sheer volume of his screams.

The chains then fell off, one by one. Detaching themselves from the wall and lying on the ground. Without the support of the chains he fell limply to the ground, completely exhausted. His power had diminished greatly from the time he spent inside that hell of light. Slowly but surely he began attempting to stand and walk. It took a few tries, but muscle memory proved victorious.

4 days later

The great purple dragon's power was returning at a steady pace. In a few weeks he would be at full strength again. But that would take too long. 'I am more than able to take on the entirety of the Guardians', he estimated. His revenge would be sweet. Then he would turn Warfang to nothing but rubble before killing his traitorous servant Cynder and the one who defied his own destiny, Spyro.

Then ,and only then, could he remake the world in his image. Where He was God and nothing could derive him from his destiny. As he was thinking this, a large well of light spawned from behind him, bathing the dimly lit cave with its light. In the centre of this light source was an image of a field, trees framing the outskirts of it and a mountain far behind it. Malefor could remember this place better than any other.

"I hope you are ready, Heroes.Your end is near"

(1)The Guardians -Volteer- have assumed that the ancestors were the spectral dragons and the circle of runes was merely them summoning themselves to their plane of existence.

Entirely new chapter complete. How has Malefor escaped? How will Spyro and Cynder cope, will they be enough? Find out next time on Lost and Found! Constructive criticism as always!