"Cynder?"

Cynder turned to the now open door way to face her partner. She was shocked at what she saw. She didn't know how long she had been out for but it must have been a while. Spyro had grown. He was a lot taller than he was before. He was slightly taller than her! His horns had lengthened slightly and a mane of yellowed horns grew of the back of his neck and trailed down to his tail. His snout became more… defined? Whilst his jaw sharpened more. All the baby fat that hung around his cheeks had vanished. 'Probably through excess training knowing him'. His wings had doubled in length, too large for him to properly fold them against his flanks, leaving them to hang in the air slightly. His legs had definitely been worked on, the muscles were showing more than when she last saw him. His tail had also grown longer, now a biological whip at his back with a yellow spear end on the back. His scales had grown darker giving Spyro a much more serious look. One thing for certain though…

If he didn't have troubles with the females before, he was sure as hell getting them now. 'Ember must be insufferable now'.

Realising she was staring, Cynder caught herself and tried to act calmly, "Hey, been a while…"

Spyro's look of utter shock slowly melted to a bewildered smile as he snorted in amusement. The only warning Cynder got as he rushed her was a slight tensing of his hind legs. A purple flash and both dragons were on the ground, Cynder belly up, surprised and Spyro above her, nuzzling her like she had been away for a… 'ohh'.

"Ancestors this better not be another dream," Spyro said slightly tearing up. "Cause if it is I don't wanna wake up."

"It's not a dream. I'm back," Cynder whispered, kind of shocked Spyro reacted like this. "Though I'd like to get of the floor now." She retorted.

Spyro visibly stiffened when he realised exactly what situation he put them into. Slowly he stepped back from Cynder allowing her to get up.

"Well, excuse me for missing my partner for the last five years," Spyro grumbled, his embarrassed blush hidden by his scales.

This time it was Cynder's turn to stiffen up. "F-Five Years!?" She was horrified. She was unconscious for half a decade, whilst Spyro was practically alone. Cynder wasn't oblivious to his lack of friends due to his association with her and that just hurt her more.

"Did you not know? You've clearly grown," Spyro asked confusedly.

"I knew I had grown, my wing beats took me further on the way here. I just… Didn't realise you were alone for that long…", Cynder started mumbling to herself before she was stopped.

"Are you really blaming yourself for that?" Spyro interrupted her. He walked in front of her, making sure she looked right at him. "That was Malefor's fault, okay? No more blaming yourself for things out of your control, alright?"

"Alright," Cynder said before she smirked. "Now when did you get so smart?"

"Are you gonna ask that every time I say something smart?" Spyro grumbled.

"I could ask why you're dreaming about me if you prefer?"

"Shut it. Lets go in. I want to know who that guy was."

#Line Break

After Cynder and Spyro took their seat, with a little teasing from Calemvir about why they took so long, the council was prepared to listen.

"Alrighty, lets begin," Calemvir started. "I am a species of creature known as a Half-Dragon. Somehow a dragon of this world was able to cross the dimensional barrier and fell for a female of the species named 'Humans', who were the only 'intelligent' species on Earth. After a couple hundred years that dragon disappeared and I wanted to know where. So I created a form of teleportation using my Runes -we'll get to that Volteer- and crossed through into this dimension. Fortunately for you, I happened to teleport into the core whilst the whole apocalypse thing was happening. I was sensing a lot of dark energy from Malefor and wanted to purify it, for reasoning I will keep private.

So I dropped a few familiar runes that created the miasma dragons you saw. Then when Malefor was distracted I created a second portal through the worlds and locked him up in the chains Spyro undoubtedly told you about.

Fast forward a few hundred centuries in my world since it was just my fruitless efforts of trying to get some information out of him, and I decided to let him de-corrupt on auto whilst I have a little mosey in this world and set up a little plan to get him here safely. The plan was as follows:

Step one: Set up a trap that will, well, trap Malefor until I get there.

Step two: Wait a millennia to transport Malefor to the trap site in this world.

Step three: Check and see if the dark energy was gone. If not I re-trap him in my world and repeat the process.

A simple plan that came crumbling down because of one fact: Time difference. I didn't take the size of this planet into consideration. This is 2.75903 times the size of the largest planet in my Galaxy, Saturn which contributes to this. That and the fact that one and a half years here equals around a millennia back home.

And so I sensed Malefor back WAAAAY too soon and try to get there in time. When I arrived Spyro here was on the ground about to be stabbed by his girlfriend and Malefor was watching. I save Spyro take Malefor and Cynder to my world for de-corruption and voila! Here we are."

"Any questions?", Calemvir asked.

Volteer was up immediately, predictably.

"What exactly are Runes?"

"Runes are a form of magic used by inscribing stones made from magic with the literature of Vikings who were a group of heavily religious humans who created the language of magic."

"Why are you here?", Cyril asked, very suspicious of whether Calemvir was peaceful.

"As I said I am searching for a certain black dragon. Shouldn't be too hard to find considering how they're created."

"Do you mind explaining what you mean by that," Flare inquired.

"Not at all. The way most black dragons are created is through heavy dark magic. This is the case of Cynder here."

"So by that logic, there wouldn't be very many black dragons as they would have been killed to ensure the survival of the races."

Calemvir raised an eyebrow. "Heavily racist though I see your point. It's clear you dragons haven't developed a way to counteract corruption, with exemption to beating the darkness back or emotional overload, which is how you stopped Cynder before."

Spyro decided to speak up finally. "I've heard all I care about." Spyro turned to Terrador. "Can me and Cynder go please? She's been gone for a long time and she's going to need to see where everything is."

"Oooo first date already Spyro?", Calemvir teased.

Again, Cynder was glad she had black scales. Spyro however wasn't so lucky.

"IT IS NOT LIKE THAT!" Spyro cried indignantly.

"Sure, sure. Go have fun." Calemvir smiled before frowning as they left, Spyro dragging Cynder along with his wing. "God knows you two deserve it."

So, reunions done and I have no idea what to do until my next plot point. I might just time-skip again until the plot-point but that's gonna get old real fast.