"That still doesn't give the right to steal!" Spyro by now was about 5 feet away from the angry dragoness, huddled low to the ground. "Don't you know that stealing is wrong? You could have ended up in prison… or worse." Spyro whimpered quite loudly as he folded his little wings over his head and curled in a tight ball, as if trying to hide himself from her. She sighed as she walked up beside him. He must have heard her footsteps because he curled up tighter and whimpered again. She bumped him with the tip of her muzzle and he looked up with glistening eyes as tears slowly fell from his eyes.

"Spyro," she sighed. "You must know that stealing is wrong, no matter how you look at it, even if it is for survival." Spyro only nodded his head ever so slightly as he diverted his attention to the ground. She sighed again as she nuzzled him softly. "Come, there is something I want to tell the both of you." The purple dragon's expression didn't change as he slowly followed her to the cave.

As they walked inside, Amethyst was just laying by the fire next to two black figures. Vile sighed, well, there goes breakfast. She gestured for Amethyst to sit in front of her, which she did hastily, incase the green dragoness was still angry. She sat next to her brother, who didn't as much as glance at her. "Now then," she started, getting the hatchlings' attention. "Spyro, Amethyst, how long have you been living on your own?"

"Uhhh about six years," Amethyst replied. "Why?" Where was she going with this?

"Why were you on your own? Did your parents abandon you?" Spyro's head shot up in complete shock but it quickly turned into a small growl.

"No," he replied. "If you must know they were murdered."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Everything was silent for a few minutes; the only sound was the whistle of the wind and the fizzing of the dying fire. She finally looked at the purple duet and sighed at their depressed expressions. "Spyro, Amethyst, how would you like to live with me?" The two dragons looked up at her, shock radiating from their faces.

"What do you mean?" Amethyst asked, as she was the first to recover.

"I mean I would like to adopt you both and raise you as my own. Would you like that?"

"We don't want to impose."

"Nonsense, but there are going to be a few rules." They looked at her questioningly. "Spyro, no more stealing, no matter what it is, okay?" The young dragon nodded. "And Amethyst, try to keep your brother out of trouble."

"Hey, I resent that." The purple dragon pouted, getting everyone to laugh.

"So," Vile started after they recovered. "Would you like to stay here?" The two hatchlings looked at each other first before, with excited laughter, they tackled the great dragoness to the ground. Surprised by the sudden emotion, Vile yelped briefly before she fell to the ground with the two dragons giggling childishly. After recovering from the initial shock, Vile added her own laughter to moment and rolled over so the hatchlings slid off her.

Spyro and Amethyst never felt so happy in their entire life on the streets. After all the scowls and the snide remarks from almost every dragon they met in their short life, Vile had been by far the kindest and most understanding. It reminded them of their mother, oh how they missed her, but they wouldn't want them to mourn their deaths, instead live their lives happily. They started to nuzzle against the large green dragoness until she finally sat up, causing them to fall on their sides with a small 'oof'.

"Come now; let's get something to eat now seeing as our breakfast was… over-cooked." With small squeaks of excitement they rushed out the cave mouth. Vile laughed to herself as she followed them. Once outside, she saw them hunched over playfully with their tails wagging from side to side. "Come on lets go." The green dragoness said as she started deeper into the forest.

Meanwhile in the small town a large building stood in center, shadowing every other building there. Terrador was now walking towards that building, deep in thought. That young dragon's flame was… amazing, had he been in full range of the attack surely he would have been severely injured. I should talk to Ignitus about that. He thought. He walked through the gates of the building, pausing his thoughts to greet the guards on his way in. There he climbed a few flights of stone stairs. The staircase was quite hollow; as it ascended it swirled around the building, like a Chinese staircase. On the side opposite from the wall the stairs were lined with columns that gave you a nice view of the town as you went higher.

Once at the top of the stairs he was greeted by another dragon. He was an electric yellow dragon with a purple-grey underbelly. He had immense yellow wings with purple edges folded on his back. The end of his tail that swooshed behind him resembled a tuning fork, the two-bladed edges tapping the floor and sending up sparks. On both of his shoulders were three purplish fins, two similar ones on both his cheeks, and a line of the fins traveled down his spine to his tail. Two horns curled back over his head, their tips twirling upwards, and a pair of energetic yellow eyes to go with it. "Ah, Terrador, Marvelous to see you. Ignitus has assembled a meeting visa via the newly acquired students." He spoke in rapid succession, which sometimes amazed Terrador how he can speak so quickly without stumbling over his words most of the time. Although he does sometimes speak faster than his mind can process.

"I see," Terrador grunted. "It's good to see you too Volteer. I'll check in with Ignitus shortly." As the large dragon started to walk off the yellow dragon, Volteer, popped up by his side.

"I say, Terrador, by my analysis you seemed have engaged your-self in battle. Who might I ask gave you that?" He asked, pointing to a small burn mark on his right foreleg.

"Oh this, I found a most peculiar dragon while I was in the market place. I'm going to talk to Ignitus about him as soon as we meet." Volteer nodded energetically before disappearing down the hall. Terrador sighed as he continued in the opposite direction of his friend. He rounded a corner and admired the architecture of the building for a second before entering a large stone door adorned with symbols of a mountain, an ice shard, a thunderbolt and a furnace, the four elements.

Upon entering, he was greeted with the sight of two dragons conversing. They turned their heads as they heard the stone door slide open and greeted him. "Greetings Terrador, what brings you here old chap?" An ice blue dragon with a deep purple chest plate said. He was skinny and his large purple wings that sparkled like crystals. All along his back and even on his sides were sharp points that looked like icicles; his tail ended with a bunch of the icicles appendages. He had icy-blue eyes and two horns shooting out straight behind his skull, in between the horns were purple fins that lined down his neck, but didn't become smaller. He spoke in a proud, almost snobbish type voice as if he were raised by the old English.

"Yes, it is quite a surprise to see you hear, old friend. What can we do for you?" The other dragon, a fire-orange dragon, implied. He had a golden underbelly that was also worn from battle but not as badly as the earth guardian's. His voice was soft but firm with years of wisdom behind it. Terrador made a mental note that his horns were similar to the young dragon he saw earlier. In fact, their entire facial structure was alike. "Is something bothering you?" He asked as he noticed that the green dragon was staring.

"No not at all." He stated firmly. "Cyril, could you give me and Ignitus a few moments? I must discuss something with him in private." The ice blue dragon, Cyril, nodded his head understandingly before he left the room. Upon hearing the door slide shut, the great dragon turned his attention to Ignitus.

"What troubles you Terrador?" Ignitus asked.

"Ignitus today I saw a dragon hatchling."

"That is all, Terrador that surely isn't…"

"It wasn't an ordinary hatchling Ignitus, this hatchling was purple…" Ignitus narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"Purple you say? Hmmm." Ignitus lowered his head in thought.

"Yes Ignitus and his fire abilities is one of the strongest I've seen. Even stronger than yours old friend." This made Ignitus look up in shock before lowering his head once again.

"I must say a purple dragon is born only once every ten generations, so I find it strange how one just suddenly appears. Especially since one was hatched earlier." The old dragon's voice became quiet as he stared at the stone floor.

"There was nothing that could be done for him. He gave us no choice." Terrador said, putting a comforting paw on his friend's shoulder. "Anyways, you remember Vile don't you?"

"How could I forget?" Ignitus chuckled lightly.

"Well she's ringing the young dragon in tomorrow at noon, to discuss what we're going to do about him." Ignitus nodded and something flashed in Terrador's mind. "Ignitus, is it possible to have more than one purple dragon at the same time?" Ignitus narrowed his eyes again.

"Well it is likely; surely we live to an extensive age…"

"But is it possible for them both to be hatchlings?"

"That's a little too extreme." Ignitus replied. He turned away for a second. "I have a feeling something big is about to happen Terrador."

"What do you mean?" The great dragon asked walking over to his associate.

"War is breaking out." He sighed. "The apes have mobilized and are heading towards Escilia as we speak. He seems to be looking for something, but I'm not sure what it is yet?"

"A dark artifact, maybe?"

"No, all artifacts are on the other side of the realms. He's moving away from them."

"But perhaps we missed some, what if there is one hidden somewhere." Ignitus closed his eyes in thought.

"Perhaps, perhaps…" They remained there in thought for a while longer, just staring out over the magnificent sight before them. It was still high noon and the sun's light made the town sparkle in all its beauty.

"Ignitus," Terrador started, breaking the silence. "I know this is kind of a personal question but do you have any siblings left?" Ignitus only shook his head solemnly.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing, just something I remembered from earlier." They remained in silence until Ignitus's eyes lit up and asked Terrador to follow him. "Where are we going?" He asked as they exited the door.

"It was something I just remembered." Was the only thing he said before rounding a corner with the earth guardian in tow. After turning several corners, and many flights of stairs, they reached a stone door, no other way of describing it just a stone door with a somewhat of a key hole in the center.

"Ignitus, what is this?"

"This, old friend, is the answer to all our questions." He stood on his hind legs and felt around the wall until he found a loose stone. He quickly pulled it out to reveal a large key. He placed the key in the door's indention and it slid open. After placing the key in its hidden area he quickly went inside. The room was rather small, with a small skylight shining down on a pedestal with a scroll.

"Is that…?"

"Yes Terrador, the prophecy of the ancestors."