Nearly two weeks have gone by since the Black Dragoness attacked Ember. The candidates were no longer training with Spyro and Cynder for the time being, but instead were learning from the current guardians. Cynder avoided speaking to the Pink Dragoness, and tried of keeping Spyro away from her, or at least not speak to her. The Dragons were all sitting eating their breakfast for the day. Cynder and Ember would glance at each other occasionally. Flame interrupted the silence.
"So, Ember, what's up with your necklace. We haven't really talked about it, and I'm curious… If you don't mind." Ember looked at Flame, then looked at her necklace.
"This necklace was given to me from my mother. I've always known about how it could heal, that's really about it, not much to tell." The Dragons again ate in silence, Cynder looked at Flame, and noticed that he wasn't wearing the bracers she gave him, she smiled.
"So, Flame, I see you aren't wearing the bracers I gave you." The Red Dragon seemed to get startled, opening his mouth to speak.
"Sorry Cynder, just I-"
"You don't need to worry about it." Cynder giggled. "You said before that you aren't really one for wearing armor, I'm just teasing." The Red Dragon relaxed.
"So how has your training been going?" Spyro asked the two Fire Dragons.
"Boring." Flame responded.
"Why boring?"
"We aren't doing anything, all of it is just studying since the guardians can't use Fire themselves." Ember looked at Flame.
"Well, it's not that bad. It lets us learn what we need to know, though I do have, to be honest, it does get pretty boring sometimes." Not long after Ember closed her lips, Terrador walked into the large Dining hall. The young Dragons have never seen him enter the room in the past. Terrador walked past the moles, until he was right next to the young Dragons.
"Hi Terrador." Flame was looking up at the Earth Guardian. Terrador looked down at the Red Dragon.
"Hello there Flame." The Guardian then looked up, having a view of all four hatchlings. "I would like to inform you four that due to the discovery of more Dragons outside of these walls, I and Blazeus intend to have a celebration in Warfang. It will be in about two weeks. There will be many more Dragons that will be here." Ember looked at Terrador.
"What kind of celebration?" Terrador smiled to the Dragoness.
"The celebration is recognized as a Choros." Spyro quickly looked at the Dragon understanding what it meant, it's Dragonian meaning dance. "It is an ancient celebration used by the Dragons before us." Terrador saw that Spyro knew what Choros meant, but didn't say anything instead smiled.
"How many Dragons from home are coming." Terrador again looked down at Flame, and smiled again.
"All of them." The four hatchlings nearly all spat out their food at once but managed to keep it in.
"Why so many?" Ember was looking at the Green Guardian.
"Well not only have we discovered more Dragons have lived have lived for years after we thought us guardians along with Cynder and Spyro to be the only Dragons left, but the celebration is also in honor of Cynder and Spyro, for saving the world." The two saviors of the world looked at Terrador with open eyes. "Not many of them would like to miss the chance of meeting you. If any of you have any questions come find me or one of the other guardians." Terrador turned and left the dining hall, they all looked at each other awkwardly for a few moments. Eventually, a familiar voice broke the silence.
"Wow, are you four always this quiet?" The Dragons all looked at Sparx who was flying just above the shoulder of Spyro.
"Are you ever quiet?" Cynder smiled to the Dragonfly. The Dragons laughed at the comment.
"What can I say, I like to socialize." Spyro began to feel ill, it was clear by the other Dragons. "Hey, you alright Spyro?"
"Yeah." Spyro shook his head. "Yeah I'm fine, I just feel a little dizz-"Suddenly the world around Spyro turned to black. His head going face first into the table.
"Spyro!" The Purple Dragon laid there unconscious. "Come-on, we need to get Spyro to the healers." Cynder quickly jumped up and picked Spyro up before the Fire Dragons had a chance to move a muscle. In the meantime, Sparx looked mortified. Cynder quickly took off into the sky, with Sparx flying close behind. The Fire candidates made their way to the Healers, but nowhere near the speed of Cynder. Within what seemed to be only a few seconds Cynder ran into the Healers building and set Spyro down on a table to the request of the moles. Sparx panted heavily, using all of his energy to keep up with Cynder. "What happened?"
"You really don't need to worry that much Cynder." The Dragonfly still could barely breathe.
"How could I not be worried, he just passed out!" Cynder yelled to the Dragonfly, causing him to back up.
"This isn't the first time that he did this." Sparx began to gain back his breath.
"What do you mean?"
"When he set out to try and find you after you ran away."
"He looked for me."
"Yeah."
"And you agreed to it?"
"Well…" Sparx stopped for a moment scratching the back of his head. "Anyway, like I said when he was looking for you, he would black out every now and again. Each time he woke up he would gain one of his powers back."
"Do you know anything else."
"No, not really."
"Then I guess we wait."
Spyro opened his eyes, he looked around him to see a familiar sight. Around him were floating black structures, with glowing blue symbols.
"Is that you, Chronicler?"
"Hello, there Young Dragon." Spyro recognized the voice, but not as the voice of the Chronicler.
"Ignitus?" Spyro whispered under his breath. "Ignitus?" Spyro then speaking aloud.
"It's been some time Spyro." Before Spyro's eyes a Dragon formed before him. Ignitus stood tall, rather than his distinct orange-red scales, they appeared blue. Spyro jumped up with excitement and ran to the Chronicler. Spyro hugged Ignitus, a large smile appeared on the face of the chronicler. "It's good to see you to Spyro." The Purple Dragon backed up, still excited to see Ignitus.
"I'm so glad to see that you are ok."
"I'm glad to see that you are fine as well." Ignitus continued to smile.
"So, are you the new Chronicler?"
"Yes, the original chronicler gave me the honor to take his place."
"What happened to him."
"He lives with the ancestors." Spyro went silent for a moment. "Spyro, I am glad to see that you are ok, but I did not call you here for greetings, I'm here to warn you."
"What is something wrong?"
"Truly I'm not completely sure. I cannot directly tell, but I get the feeling that you may be in danger."
"What's happening, I don't understand."
"I don't know exactly. There recently seems to be a rise in shadow energy."
"Shadow energy?"
"Dark forces rely on shadow or dark energy. The higher the use of shadow energy the more noticeable it becomes. Now while it still isn't highly noticeable, it seems to be gradually rising." Spyro clocked his head to the side, looking at Ignitus.
"So, what am I supposed to do?"
"There is nothing that you can do, all I can do is urge you to be cautious."
"How can I be cautious if I don't know what to be cautious for?"
"You and Cynder are two brilliant Dragons, you will know when, or if it starts."
"If what starts?" Suddenly before the eyes of the Dragon, he saw Warfang in flames, moles attempting to escape from the city. Dark shadows attacking all they could, and a familiar laugh in the distance, though Spyro couldn't tell where he recognized it from. His vision returned to normal, but instead of being around the floating buildings, he was instead inside of the guardian chamber.
"What was that?"
"Do you recall of the Pool of Visions." The Purple Dragon nodded his head. "You are one of the Dragons that can see visions through it, but as a Purple Dragon, you do not require the Pool. It is much more draining of your energy to not use the pool, but nevertheless, you do not require it."
"Is there anything else that I can do that I don't know about."
"In due time, you will find out. You already hold power that can only be imagined, but you have only just begun to unlock your true power." Spyro looked around the room and noticed that the hourglass that was previously in the middle of the room was no longer there, instead there was a pool, looking much like the pool of visions, but instead would glow a bright blue. The Purple Dragon pointed at the pool.
"What happened to the hourglass? Is that a pool of visions?"
"Not quite, there is only one in existence, it is known as the Pool of the Past. Using the pool, you can witness events that occurred in one's life. Allow me to show you." Both walked until they were just in front of the pool. "Empty your mind, and focus." Spyro did as he was told. He opened his eyes, standing next to him was Ignitus, but in front of him stood a Fire Dragon about his age. Spyro was completely confused until it hit him.
"Wait, is that you?" Ignitus nodded his head to Spyro, smiling.
"This was the day that I was chosen to be the future Fire Guardian." A Red Dragoness walked next to the young Ignitus.
"Congratulations Ignitus, you earned it."
"Thanks, Zjarri. So, what are you going to do now that we are no longer competing for Guardian of Fire?"
"Oh, I don't know, I guess I'll just go home." The two young Dragons continued to speak amongst each other. Spyro turned to the current day Ignitus.
"So, she was the one that you competed to become Guardian with?"
"Ah yes, and she put up quite a fight too She made me truly work to become Guardian. It was hard to say goodbye, over time I began to grow to care for her as you care for Cynder."
"I swear, does everyone know about that, have you been talking with Sparx." Ignitus laughed aloud.
"Though, I do wonder what happened to her. Whether she is with the colonies of surviving Dragons, or if she was defeated by the Dark Armies." Ignitus quickly shook the thought out of his head. The surroundings of the two Dragons warped away, and changed to a cave like area. "Ah, Grotto." Spyro looked at Ignitus puzzled. Then in front of them stood three Fire Dragons, one was a younger Ignitus. The others were a female and a male, for some reason Spyro seemed to recognize them, though he couldn't tell why. In front of the three Fire Dragons laid a Purple egg. The Young Ignitus looked at the two others.
"I am proud to say that your future hatchling is destined to become the Purple Dragon." Shock instantly hit Spyro, his heart skipping seemingly several beats. Standing in front of Spyro stood his parents, that he never had the chance of meeting. The Chronicler looked down at Spyro.
"I thought it was about time that you met them." The female Dragon had a tear of joy drip from her eye, she along with Spyro's father smiled. The Purple Dragon smiled himself, then looked up at Ignitus.
"Could they have survived?" Ignitus sadly again looked down at Spyro.
"I'm sorry Spyro, I saw them fall in battle before my eyes. They died to protect you."
"Oh." Spyro was slightly saddened, but still happy to have the chance of seeing them, even if it was only once. Spyro looked to the side of the room, and saw a Black egg. Ignitus noticed where Spyro was looking, and smiled.
"I see that you've noticed the egg of Cynder." Spyro looked up at Ignitus.
"Why is Cynder's egg so separated from the others."
"Before a Dragon is born, you can generally tell what element a Dragon was destined for. Cynder's egg foretold that she herself would be a Black Dragon. Black Dragons were not recognized very kindly due to them being most likely to turn to Dark magic."
"If Cynder was never captured by Malefor, what element would she use."
"Truly, her destined element was fire. The difference is Black Dragons, generally are not as powerful in a particular element compared to one that was naturally born to it. Though this is not always the case, Cynder for example is much stronger in fire than the typical Fire Dragon." Spyro again looked at his parents, Ignitus did so also.
"Thank you Ignitus." The Chronicler smiled to Spyro.
"I'm glad that you appreciate it." Again, the surroundings of the two Dragons dissolved, and instead of seeing another memory they returned to the chamber of the Chronicler. "I'm glad to see that you are ok, we will speak again soon." The world around Spyro turned to black.
Nearly several minutes passed until Ember and Flame finally got to Spyro.
"Is he ok?" Ember was panting out of breath. A mole stepped out in front of her.
"Your friend is fine, he is just unconscious." The mole then turned to Cynder. "You may as well take him to his room, there is nothing that we can do for him here." Cynder nodded to the mole, and moved on to pick Spyro up. The Purple Dragon began to mumble under his breath.
"Ignitus..." Cynder looked at Spyro, somewhat concerned. She then left the building and took off setting out for Spyro's room, with Sparx flying closely behind. It didn't take long for them to get to Spyro's room, Cynder laid him down on the pile of pillows, and began to look around his room to see that it was fully decorated, and furnished. There were many books in his room, she noticed that some of them weren't in their common tongue, but in ancient Dragonian.
"Since when could Spyro read this?" Cynder was looking at an old book. She herself could read the text. Rather than speaking in common tongue she would speak Dragonian when she was under the control of Malefor to ensure that no one would be listening in. The top of the book said The Purple Dragon. Cynder put the book back.
Cynder observed the room for some time before sitting down next to Spyro.
"So, this is quiet." Sparx was looking at Cynder.
"Well what is there to really talk about?"
"I guess what's happening to Spyro, that ring a bell?"
"Well, I am wondering about what's happening to him. You told me before that when this happened to him he would wake up regaining his powers, but why would it happen now? Spyro is more powerful than ever before."
"Spyro gets weirder and weirder every second of every day. Or Maybe someone want's a bit of a chit-chat with him." Cynder looked at Sparx.
"What do you mean?"
"Well every time that he would pass out, black out, or whatever you like to call it, if memory serves the mighty Sparx he would speak to some guy called the Chronicler."
"So basically, what you're saying is that he might be talking to the Chronicler right now?"
"Key word there is might."
"Thanks, Sparx. Could you go tell the guardians what happened to Spyro."
"You got it princess." Cynder growled at the name, and Sparx laughed in response. The Dragonfly set out to find the guardians, and Cynder settled down, lying down next to Spyro. She returned to observing the room, she eventually ended up looking up at the room, and the entire roof was painted into a star night, with two Dragons looking into the stars, it was Spyro and Cynder. There appeared to be a message in the stars reading,
"Cynder, I hope that one day I can gain the confidence to openly express my feelings with you, like you did to me when we defeated Malefor, Love Spyro." Cynder smiled, then cuddling herself closer to Spyro, closing her eyes.
Nearly the entire day passed until Cynder awoke, she opened her eyes, but still didn't get up. She looked at Spyro, still unconscious. Though suddenly Spyro shot up into the air, with Cynder doing the same.
"Spyro are you ok?" Cynder was still unsure of what was happening.
"Ignitus is alive!"