This fanfiction takes place after the events of "A New Beginning" in the LoS series and is completely unrelated to the sequels, also a reimagination of the events taking place at the end of "A New Beginning".

Chapter One (Repression)

As Spyro soars through the crumbling remnants of convexity carrying the unconscious Cynder in his arms, he can't help but to feel sorry for her fate, as she would be thrown into prison for her actions during her corruption. "It's not fair..." he thought for himself, "this could've been my fate... why should she be thrown into prison? While anyone of same clutch could have been in the same situation..." Spyro thinks of countless ways he could persuade the guardians to not throw her into prison, to no avail. As the dimension of convexity falls around him, he hurries to the portal to his realm.

Arriving through the portal he is met with resentful looks from the guardians prompting him to hand over Cynder for her imprisonment. Spyro opens his mouth as if to try to convince the guardians but revisiting his thoughts from earlier he realizes there is no point, no matter what he would say she would eventually be imprisoned.

He slowly hands over her lifeless unconscious body with great remorse for what is to come of her. The guardians snaring at his movements as they look down upon the two young dragons.

"You know what she has done Spyro" Ignitus states after seeing him struggle within his mind

"She must atone for her past sins corrupted or not, we can't have her walking around free after all the pain and destruction she brought upon this land."

"It's the law." Cyril interrupts "You already know everything we are going to tell you Spyro. Unless you slept through all the lectures, you should know better than to show compassion to the enemy."

Cyril slowly reaching for Cynders body with his massive claws, hoping Spyro would be more lenient towards him.

Spyro releases his final grip of Cynders body as he realizes that even with force, he could not win this argument given his size compared to the guardian elders. He couldn't believe this was right in any way or form, "how could they know she was still evil... she hasn't even woken up yet." He mumbles for himself.

He snorts before taking flight in a rush as to show his discomfort with the situation. The elders shrugging to his gesture. Cyril grasping the body of the young female dragon as he takes flight for the dungeons of the Dragon Temple.

As Spyro returns to his quarters through the wide-open window of his room, landing on the soft blue carpet of his room, he begins to sulk over the events of the day. Feeling great injustice performed by the elders, not finding any other way than to imprison Cynder, angering him to the point of rage he suddenly hears an eerie sound, Drip Drip Drip , confused as he starts walking along the wooden floor of his room. The dripping sound was not dissipating as he moved... he turns his head up to see if something was leaking but only noticing the old chandelier was missing, no cracks or splits in the marble white roof boards either.

He shrugs as the dripping sound stopped after he stood still, while looking around. As he continues his walk towards his door, he starts hearing that sound again,Drip Drip Drip Trickle , now more confused than ever he turns his head back around and notices a line of dripped blood, bloody paw and claw marks on the floor behind him. As a sudden strike of pain stricks his mind, with a flashback from the fight with Cynder where she slashed at him with her razor-sharp tail, he remembers her strike grazing him but not feeling the pain.

The sharp pain increases with his every heartbeat as he can feel the pain pulsating from his chest. He quickly rushes to his white wooden drawer where he remembers stashing some red life gems from past adventures, as he opens the drawer, he quickly shoves around his belongings to finally uncover one life gem with a slight glimmer of light left in it. "Only one?!" He quickly grabs the gem with his maw and attempts to reach and close the wound with it. He can feel the pulsation starting to slow down as he barely manages to reach to close the wound at all. In a panic he drops the gem and remembers one of the lectures about fireweaving, how Ignitus told them of firemending to close wounds if lifegems were scarce.

He doesn't remember what temperature and pressure his fire should be to mend it correctly so in a hurry he starts breathing fire on the wound as he starts feeling dizzy from the loss of blood. The pain from the fire brings him to the brink of passing out. He's eyes blacking out as he loses consciousness and falls on his side, with the wound not completely sealed up, the blood pools on the floor from the remaining jack on his charred chest.

End of chapter one

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