Being recognized as the saviours of the world would be something we take for granted. But for Spyro and Cynder, having their lives be nothing more than puppets, and the puppet master is the public. "As much as I want to kiss you all the time, I don't think it's wise until there's a slow dance, if any at all." Cynder gave a plan while she and her lover were approaching the middle of crowd chanting incoherent screams.
As the two landed, there were some quiet words being spoken about the crowd. Looking unsure of himself, Spyro squeaked a simple "Hello".
"Why isn't anybody approaching us?" Cynder thought to herself. Looking up, she saw a certain dragonfly attempting to put on a look of intimidation while having his arms crossed. "Oh. Thanks, Sparx." She said to herself with sarcasm.
She wasn't quiet enough though, and people in the crowd heard her. Whispers began to pop up as people recognized her as the "ONCE" Terror of the skies.
Spyro heard all the whispers and wrapped his wing around her and walked into the party hall, where the guardians were waiting.
Spyro completely forgot about ignitus, even though he was the chronicler, they still have a choice to be in solitude. Ignitus chose to help out in the world. As Spyro walked in with Cynder wrapped under his wing, he saw the blue dragon and his eyes widened with disbelief as they walked up to the guardians on a stage.
"Hello, young dragons. Would you like to address the people as their new King and Queen?" Ignitus addressed them calmly.
"Hi. I never asked for this. But I'm glad where I ended up. There are different ways of bringing about a new age. I chose peace, defeating the one who chose fire, Malaefor."
As Spyro was speaking on stage, a certain dragon knew killing Spyro was his only answer to getting his own mate. He pushed his way to the crowd and let loose a fireball at his new king.
Spyro's instinct kicked in, and he slowed down time just as the fireball was on the tip of his nuzzle. He moved out of the way and with what little magic he had left, he glided down to the dragon who attempted to kill him. With an interrogating look on his face, he stood in front of him. The magic finally wore off after what seemed to be an eternity.
"SPYRO! What was that? Are you ok?" Cynder and a certain dragoness gave a worried tone and expression of panic at the same time.
They both ran to him and hugged him. Spyro's face now had a look of confusion instead a look of interrogation. Cynder made eye contact with the other dragoness who also had her wings around Spyro.
"Flame, what is this all about?" The dragoness questioned the attacker. "Nothing, Ember. Just a false idol." stated the attacker, called Flame.