So sorry everyone for the delay, I was being caught up in stuff now that I'm back in college, but now I'm back with a new chapter and will keep you guys posted for more whenever I get the chance to do so. My character will also be intimidating, and for that his armor will be somewhat similar to Death's abyssal armor but different gonna have work on it a little more as story goes on. The character Blaze belongs to my friend Greymon767 from deviantart, from the story TLoS: loves seperation.

Chapter 6- Warriors to Teachers

After Spyro placed his dragonfly brother on one of the pillows to the bed of his room, he went to go blow some steam in the new temples courtyard since it was one of the few things he wanted to check out and also do now that he's back and all, to see if he lost his powers again without any sort of distractions to raise his heat back up. So he grabs his large sword and walks down to the new courtyard for he had a lot of steam to release. Once in the courtyard, he examined the room itself seeing that it looked the same as the one in the old temple, only it was a lot cleaner, twice it's size, has a few weapon wracks set up, and instead of the giant statue that once represented the Dark Master was now a statue of him and Cynder in armor with their personal weapons and that the eyes were glowing yellow. Spyro was really impressed with the place as he starts to walk around seeing if there was more to look, nearly passing a hallway of large pictures mounted on both sides of the walls. The young savior went through looking at the pictures of guardians from the past and now, even those who have dark elements were on the walls with their names encrypted on a sheet of metal with a little of their history and deeds they played in. Spyro kept walking and walking, until he saw the painting of Ignitus and him when he was younger. It made him feel sad but happy that the role Ignitus played did not end in vain and did what he had to do what any guardian would have done. But then he came across another frame, far bigger then the rest of the pictures placed on the end of the hall being covered by a giant cloth tarp, he pulled his hands out and pulls it down gently without bringing it down with the painting and the tarp slides down, but what he was now seeing shocked him to the core of his soul. For it was the same one from his dreams he's had recently for the past few days, the full painting of the black dragon himself. Spyro didn't know what to think or say as he examined the painting, the black dragon creature was standing with his large wings slightly spread, and coal like hair blown to the side, standing tall at full hight in a proud warrior stance on an edge of a cliff in front of a blood red full moon with its very light reflecting on him, his expression was filled with anger, a look by the photo of this warrior was enough to fill the air itself with fear into others hearts and mind even for a painting on a wall. The painting had himself in heavy armor that was all black, the same one Spyro saw before but was almost completely covered by a torn red cloak. His right arm was holding the same great sword he had seen in his dreams by its handle while the blade was in the ground, while his left was holding a bone like scythe glowing with a purple aura. But noticed something else he didn't see before in his dream before, a large glowing green gem in the center of his chest the size of persons hand with fingers spread out. "He must've been a great warrior", Spyro quietly said to himself as he continues to stare at the painting until he saw a large length encrypted plate on the bottom, one in another language and the other translated, and it reads:


Fire-heart

Born in the mountains once known as Cordar, he was, is by far the most powerful dragon ever recorded, a dragon of sheer power. Those who have heard his mighty roar or has taken sight of him better say their prayers for barely many have survived against his flame of hell itself and will never be able to speak of it. Legends say that he was the first fire guardian and the first of the order before others joined him. He had a power so mighty that it was first seen in a deadly war known as 'The Nex Sacramentom', a name still unknown to us by its meaning, which was supposedly recorded possibly five thousand years ago in the year 5,694 B.C. When dragons of old once existed him and his father, The Lord of the dragons of old Thoron, led a massive army from half of the nations, to fight a demon army from the pits of hell itself lead by a dark and powerful dragon. And his name, was Stendal. When The Lord of Dragons fell, this young warrior prince stood his ground alone against the mighty dragon and in that gruesome battle, he became the most powerful dragon to ever been witnessed by the heavens and the rest of the world, and the first guardian of us all, with a technique of fire made by him alone that the sight of it said it all, that it was known as, The Mountains Roar. A breath of fire so mighty and powerful that it was said to be seen by all from the kingdom Draigar and the two armies from many miles away, a power that none could ever surpass, even up to now no fire guardian had never came close to ever draw power close to his alone. After the defeat of the Demon dragon and the end of The Nex Sacramentom, Fire-Heart returned as a hero, took his fathers throne, and became the next Lord of all Dragons. But legends also said that in the beginning before he met his father he wasn't a dragon at first but something else, a race known as 'Humans' and became the first and most powerful based on being bred of both human and dragon, but the growing new race didn't last long for all were wiped out. Though the rest of the history of this mighty warrior of the dragon race remains now but a mystery along with the name of his race. Some of them that once told of his other half of his history was now in dust as time consumed it. All this knowledge was lost long after his mysterious disappearing from the world. Some say he traveled in plain sight while others were blind, to have forgotten, or to avoid his gaze at sight, and traveled in the shadows. Others have said he was defeated by another dragon after claiming the throne of his father, some even said he was now a spirit that appears only in war, some say he was a myth, but there are others who said, his bloodline still lives on up to even now.


Spyro slowly looks back up at the picture, wondering to himself if this dragon was as powerful as writing claims him to be, but couldn't help but feel that he had seen him before, but felt impossible when he had lived thousands of years ago, unless dragons back then were able to pull off to live for more then a thousand years, like the Chronicler possibly did. But then, he started to feel light headed and de ja vu all over again, collapses to the ground falling into unconsciousness, to soon meet an old friend.

(Spyros dream)

He woke up slowly scratching his head trying to shake off being dizzy and find himself on a floating rock in a strange place. 'This looks familiar', Spyro thought to himself as he stands himself up looking around seeing nothing but colors of purple and blue, and a few rocks floating in front of him leading to a gateway with old ruin parts and a platform.

Spyro: "Hello, is anyone here"?

?: "It's alright young dragon, I have been watching you for sometime now".

Spyro: "Wait I know that voice... Ignitus"!?

Ignitus: "So you know now, *chuckle*".

Spyro: "But wait, is this real, or only happening in my mind"?!

The young dragon was starting to feel a tear until he heard his deceased master again.

Ignitus: "Now now young dragon, no need to let tears for I am actually alive and the new chronicler of this era".

Spyro: "But how is it possible? Meand Cynder, we saw you die, in the fire? So how did you survive? Where can I find you? How are you speaking to me in my head if your dead"?!

Ignitus: "Young dragon, calm yourself for I can only answer one at a time".

Spyro eventually does relax himself, and continues to speak again.

Spyro: "Sorry Ignitus, it's just so unexpected and now so much to take in".

Ignitus: "I know, but to answer your first two questions I thought I did die in the fire myself, but the chronicler saved me and chose me to keep record of the new era".

Spyro: "But what of the chronicler, whatever happened to him? Is he with you doing something"?

Ignitus: "Young dragon, *sigh* he is no longer among the living for this is a new era, for a new chronicler to record everything that's happening in this new generation".

Spyro felt his heart skip a beat as he heard from his old teacher that the chronicler had died, he barely got to know the old dragon before leaving to rescue Cynder.

Ignitus: "Now now Spyro, don't feel so bad for the old one, he did many things in his time before death and if you ever wish to know his story, you may when time is right. But now is the time to regain your strength again. To unleash the new power within you".

-Slow motion moments-

Spyro nodded and started jumping on the rocks in front of him, landing on the old ruin ground seeing a platform in front and stands on it feeling the flow of very familiar energy burning inside. The young hero closes his eyes, takes a deep breath as he starts to feel something burn around him, he then slowly gets into a stance ground feeling hotter and hotter as every second passes, and then striking his right arm up in the air, creating balls of flaming rock to spin at a fast paste around him. Then the fire summoning from the ground consumed around Spyros right arm, the fireballs shot in the air and when the time was right, he slammed his fist to ground making a hole, and the fire that was wrapped around his arm exploded around him far and wide, and the fireballs in the air shot down to the ground exploding on impact.

-Slow motion ends-

The purple dragon opened his eyes and looked around him seeing his fire element has returned before hearing his master laugh making him smile.

Ignitus: "Well done young dragon you never cease to amaze me, but you still have much to learn before you've recovered all your powers".

The young dragon nods and moves on to the next trails that awaits him.

(Meanwhile)

The three guardians, Flame, Sparx, and Cynder were in Spyro's room, waiting for him to wake up after he was found unconscious in the 'Hall of Guardians' by a new comer name Blaze who was trained by Ignitus after Spyro's disappearance and before the war the war and is still using everything his old master has taught him throughout the times he spent training with the fire guardian. "Thank you Blaze for finding him", Terrador said earning a nod from the fire dragon as he sits in the corner not taking his off the purple dragon.

Sparx: "Let's be happy it wasn't the first time he went out cold".

Cynder: "What do you mean this isn't the first time this had happened"?

Blaze: "This had happened before"?

Sparx: "Yeah a few times when we were younger, it first happened after you left the temple Cynder, after that match when Spyro was captured on that ship which I forgot the name of the captain but had to talking birds on his shoulders and destroying it after breaking the man-weer-smalls out of their cells".

Terrador: "But why Sparx is what we're wondering"?

Sparx: "I think it's because of the Chronicler".

Both the guardians and Blaze looked at him with surprised expressions except for the black dragonness who knows who he means and Flame who was confused. "Wait young chap, you mean the Chronicler", Cyril asked in surprised.

Volteer: "Well this is unexpected, shocking, and very extremely hard to believe for no one has ever seen this Chronicler and was said that he was only a myth to entertain children for bed time stories".

Blaze: "Yeah, even while I heard stories of the Chronicler growing up in the mountains and then making a living here in Warfang before meeting Ignitus for the first time".

Terrador: "Whatever the case, even if the Chronicler were to be a real dragon, what does it have to do with Spyro"?

Sparx: "Well... to make it short he first heard him when he collapsed the day the temple was attacked, before and after being stuck in a prison on a ship to fight in a arena, then falls in the ocean while flying high in the sky, and long after that, we finally got to meet him".

Cynder: "Even I got to see him while the three of us along with Hunter were escaping Malefors Mountain so I was also shocked myself".

Blaze: "Let's just hope he wakes up eventually, I would like to see what ke knows about fire, maybe enough to help me finish off where Ignitus left me off on".

Terrador: "He's been trained by the best young Blaze, he might be a good teacher for you before the Guardian Trials starts".

Blaze: "In that case, I'm heading to the training room to warm up a bit".

The young successor made a small bow to the guardians and left the room to get warmed up to challenge Spyro to a friendly spar. 'Spyro huh', Blaze thought to himself as he feels a smirk form on his face and one of his hands clenched tight into a fist as he feels the thrill boiling in his blood, 'your reputation proceeds you well, I hope your good as the guardians and everyone else says, 'cause I want to see it and experience it for myself before the trials starts to become the next fire guardian, to be like the first of the guardians was'.

Terrador: "I think everyone except for Sparx and Cynder should leave, give them space".

Volteer: "Very well then Terrador old friend, for he needs recover, refurbish, relax-".

Cyril: "Volteer if you don't mind"?

Volteer: "Oh um, um, sorry".

And as the guardians were making their leave, the dragonfly was following behind. "Aren't you gonna wait for him to wake up Sparx", Cynder asked, "I mean, we did just got back yesterday and would help him to know his brother lived"?

Sparx: "We actually bumped into each other earlier today Cyn, besides you and him need some alone time, so ya later Cyn".

The black dragonness just sat there, with eyes widen in shock, at what just happened right there, no snappy remarks, no negative name calling or anything else in that matter. But then snapped out of it and walks over to close the door and locks it, then focuses back on Spyro, adjusting him and herself so she was laying on his strong built chest as he continues to sleep.

(Spyros dream)

"Well then Spyro, you managed quickly", Ignitus said with a hint of surprise as he witnessed the purple dragon regain all of his powers at once at the current level they were on when he fought the Dark Master, "You've grown to be strong young dragon, can't say I'm impressed".

Spyro: "It was all thanks to you and the others Ignitus, I'm glad that we got to meet in the swamps where I grew up".

Ignitus: "As am I Spyro, but now is the time for you to return back to the others".

As the deceased guardian of fire was about to release the young dragon from his dream, Spyro quickly stops him as a thought popped in his head.

Spyro: "Wait, master Ignitus, I have to ask you something first".

Ignitus: "Hhm, what is it young dragon"?

Spyro: "It's about the painting I saw in the new temple, where there are other paintings of guardians that came before you and the others that are currently still hold the title, I saw this one painting of a guardian who was claimed to be the first, who goes by the name Fire-Heart, did the other chronicler had anything about him"?

Ignitus: "Hhm, I've heard of the name, but I don't think the chronicler had recorded this guardian in any of the books, but I could see if he left anything about him, why do you ask"?

Spyro: "Because what it said was that he lived about five thousand years ago, but somehow I feel like I had met him before".

Ignitus: "Hmm, well Spyro, I can't promise you anything, but I will look to see what the chroniclers before me had recorded about this warrior, for I only know from when I was a boy, I had read legends of this Fire-Heart you speak of, and it turns out that he was the first of the eight guardians and was the creator of it, but the rest of the history was long forgotten".

Spyro: "Wait a minute, you said eight guardians"?

Ignitus: "Of course, there were four others but was cut to four for whatever reason".

Spyro: "So if there were eight, does that mean that they were guardians of dark elements? As in Cynders elements? So where are they? Can we contact them"?!

Ignitus: "*chuckle* It would seem that hasn't changed about you with questions. But yes, they are guardians of Cynders elements but where they are now is a mystery but is now worth looking into Spyro. Look through the new temples library, you might find something there.

Spyro: "I will thanks Ignitus, but if you do find something about this Fire-Heart, please tell me when I'm not doing anything so I won't look like I have trouble sleeping at night"?

Ignitus: "*laugh* I won't young dragon I promise you that, but now go young Spyro, for a certain female is worried about you".

Spyro knew who he meant by who he was referring to and closes his eyes, and returns to his body.

The new chronicler awakened from meditating and released a deep sigh of guilt for he knows the story of Fire-Heart too well like the other guardians do and those before him. "You will find out soon enough young dragon", Ignitus whispered to himself and resumes with his task as chronicler.

(In his room)

As the young hero wakes up, he felt a pair of eyes staring and a figure laying on him, he looked and saw that it was Cynder, who was smiling, rubbing his chest with her hand.

Cynder: "Slept well handsome"?

Spyro: "*sigh* I guess you were the one who found me blacked out on the ground, huh"?

Cynder: "Nope, it was another dragon name Blaze that found you in the temple, I think where the paintings of all the guardians that came before was where you were".

Spyro: "How long was I out for"?

Cynder: "Not very long actually, just a while".

Spyro: "What should we do now then, since no one is around"?

Cynder: "*smirking* I don't know, you tell me".

Spyro was about to say something before the black dragonness plants her lips on his catching him off guard then climbs on top of him, grabbing one of his hands and putting it on one of her breasts, moving it slowly around making him blush. "I know that we're not ready for that Spyro but", Cynder says as she moves his hand under her shirt and on her bra, "that doesn't mean we can't tease each other a little".

Spyro: "W-w-wait Cyn-"

Cynder: "Like I said, a little bit of fun, I don't want that until we're both ready".

Spyro: "I-I just, don't want to hurt you".

Cynder: "*smiling softly* I know you won't hurt me, because you're everything to me, and that you love me as I love you".

Spyro: "*returning the smile* And I love you too, so um...ready to have some fun"?

Cynder: "*Whispered* I am".

-Lemon scene-

The purple dragon started removing his dragonnesses shirt and bra to reveal her nicely rounded large breasts almost as big as Embers, before pulling her down passionately making out, feeling each other exploring with their hands, tails gently wrapped around one another. Cynder moves her hand under Spyros shirt pulling it up and removing it from his body, revealing a few scars from the war, and the largest one that goes across from his left torso to his the right of his abdominal was from Cynder, she felt bad just looking at it but smiled staring deeply in her heroes eyes, wanting to savor this moment together with nothing to worry about, no lives needing to be saved, no enemies to face, no destiny needing to be fulfilled, no pink dragonness or glowing lantern to be bothered by, and no Malefor to face, just the two of them in one room, with the door locked so no one will enter, they were free to do what they want together. Spyro started to pull her closer to his chest, filling both their minds with love and lust towards one another. That is until the sound of someone knocking the door interrupted them.

-Lemon scene end-

The couple stopped where they were and with haste put their clothes back leaving both of them being frustrated after being interrupted from their moment alone and answered the door to see that it was Terrador. "I need you two to come with me," he spoke in his usual firm tone as he walks away to the center of the temple with the two close behind following the old warrior guardian.

-Pool of visions-

Once inside the room, the rest of the guardians roses up from their seats to begin the meeting, "Ah Spyro young chap, and ms. Cynder good of you both to come on such short notice", Cyril spoke.

Spyro: "What's going on Cyril, is something wrong"?

Volteer: "Oh it's nothing wrong at all, we summoned you two because we have some things to share with you. In fact more of a proposition".

Cynder: "A proposition, for what exactly"?

Terrador: "Even though this will be sudden, but we thought of it for sometime now, there are two reasons why we asked you to be here, the first reason to ask you both if you wish to become teachers to help teach a new generation of potential young dragons based on their own elements".

Spyro and Cynder just stood there shocked, taken back by this sudden moment of thought, unsure to find the words on what to say to this kind of opportunity, to help the guardians train and educate other dragons.

Spyro: "W-wait, to teach others, but we've n-never done anything like that before".

Cynder: "And what about the city, shouldn't we concentrate on that first, I mean we're still trying to recover from the near worlds ending".

Terrador: "*sigh* Believe me, we all are still, but we're not saying now necessarily".

Cyril: "We meant after so, to build a school here in the temple, there's plenty of space to have classes made, along with rooms, and a large kitchen where students can rest their minds and socialize with each other".

Spyro: "But wait, if I were to be teaching four different classes of four different elements, then what about Cynder"?

Cynder: "Yeah last I checked I'm probably the only one who wields four entirely different elements comparing to Spyro".

Volteer: "Well when she puts it that way, so far we don't know if there are any other dragons who wield anyone of her elements".

Terrador: "We will worry about that later, let's give you both time to think about this before anything else happens, as for the other two reasons".

The old guardians turn there gazes to the other side where there was a hallway and a figure standing in the shadow, until it revealed itself into the light, a red dragon roughly the same height if not taller by a few inches and has a more physical appearance then the purple dragon, looking very strong with such intimidation of a warrior wearing all black shirt and pants and a pair of brown boots.

Terrador: "Spyro and Cynder, this is Blaze a former student of Ignitus during the war against Malefor during the few years when you two went missing".

Blaze: "*Bowing* A pleasure to finally meet you both".

Spyro: "Um same here".

Cynder: "What he said".

Terrador: "Blaze here has been training in the temple for quite sometime because of the trials coming up".

Spyro: "Trials, what trials"?

Blaze: "The guardian trials is a tradition made by the first guardians ever formed to face every dragon that shares the same elements with others until only there are only two remaining in the four element categories".

Volteer: "Indeed, just like us Spyro when we were young".

Blaze: "And with this being told I need a sparring partner who can keep up with my strength and stamina, the training dummies can't keep themselves together after being hit by me. So now here I ask Spyro or even you Cynder if you can help me get ready so I can take my place as the next fire guardian".

Spyro: "Well if it will help then sure".

Blaze: "*bowing* Thank you so much, let's go"!

He then bolts to the training courtyard before anyone could say anything leaving two heroes shocked, and the guardians shaking their heads knowing he's become anxious for trials and wants to be at his best condition for it starts soon in a few weeks. "Forgive him for his excitement, his energy knows no bounds", Terrador spoke, "head to the training arena Spyro, and show him your backbone for it is very strong".

Cyril: "Indeed, show him your experience you've gained over the times of your adventures and the training you were given by us four".

Volteer: "Yes yes yes, do it for Ignitus"!

Spyro: "Wait you said there were two other reasons, what was the other".

Terrador: "That matter will be for another time for it is meant for only your ears alone, we'll summon when the time comes, but go now".

Volteer: "Indeed make that first step to becoming a teacher young one".

Spyro gave them a nod with a look that was telling them he plans to do so and takes his time walking to the arena with Cynder next to him. Once they were far enough to hear anything the three guardians looked at each other with concern looks. "Even if Malefor is gone, we know too well like the guardians did before us that he will return", Cyril spoke, "but the main problem is this question... will Spyro be ready"?

Terrador: "*sigh* I would lie to myself if I thought he would be. But in reality, I don't think Spyro will be anywhere near ready if he should return, even with Malefor gone that demon is far a greater than the dark master. Only one dragon has defeated him".

Volteer: "And we know that he won't make that same mistake again".

Cyril: "What should we do then"?

Volteer: "The only thing we can do it's to pray that the seal remains strong enough to hold him. But what of Spyro"?

Terrador: "Let us wait on that part my friends, we have experienced many things in the last three years and Spyro hasn't possibly recovered from the events of war, and from the lost we suffer from".

They other two nodded in agreement not ignoring the feeling of guilt of not telling the young purple dragon, but for now it's the right thing to do until the time comes. For the real threat of the world is coming, and they must be ready for it.

Meanwhile

Somewhere far, far away, a dark castle stood with torches lit wyverns returning home from there search for something their master has been looking for, for many years surrounded by sharp rocks, mist, constant lighting, and water was ruled by a dark, and very powerful ruler whose name was long forgotten since the day he was thought dead, so feared, so cold that even the gods themselves do not dare face him. A door within the castle lies open leading in a room with torches lit, there the ruler stood in front of the stare way covered by shadow slowly looks around seeing the large piles of skeletons and recently killed warriors before taking a slowly step down, revealing his feet out of his robes shadow showing three thickly, sharp talons. He slowly walks down till he could go no further down touching the floor. Standing where he was he spoke in dark demonic voice, deeper than Malefores.

?: "Yes very soon my warriors. Soon my rivals son shall be mine".

He reaches his hand out to touch one the skulls in the pile rubbing it, as the area itself was filled with bones of dead men, even bones of demons.

?: "The evil powers that has tainted his blood and soul from within him shall course through my veins, and I shall make you, Demonic born. Yes, yes and all will bow down to ME! Me. Soon my dead warriors, I will rise once more as a figure that of a god, and rule over them all, over the mortals just as I have done so long ago before, my brothers son stopped me but now. *Darkly chuckles* I can finish what I've begun those many years ago, and no one, not even your sons will stand in my way. I will show every mortal of this age who the true Lord of Dragons is. We will meet again.

Back at Warfang, Training Arena

Once Spyro and Cynder made it to the courtyard they saw Blaze training a bit throwing out a few jabs imagining his in front of him. "He looks fired up", Cynder commented.

Spyro: "He does, but I'm feeling very uneasy about this spar".

Cynder: "He does seem a bit intimidating, but you might still win if you play your cards right, you have the experience".

Spyro: "Maybe, but so does he so we won't know unless I try".

Blaze took notice and decided that his warm up was over now and that it was time. "Hey Spyro, I'm ready when you are", he called as he enters the inside the circle which was in the center of the arena itself. Spyro also enters the circle taking deep breaths, both warriors walked towards each other with Cynder in the middle. "Ok you two this maybe a sparring match but remember the rules", Cynder begun giving instructions, "no crotch shots, no biting, no claws, no tails, and no elements and if I see any of those three things or at once you will lose a point for each one, other than that anything goes so defend yourselves at all times if you step out of the circle that's an automatic loss understand"? They nodded understanding the rules.

Cynder: "Ok, touch knuckles and begin the fight".

As both dragons knuckles touch, Spyro quickly pulls away and steps back but Blaze remains where he is. 'Let's see how heavy your fists are Spyro', Blaze thought to himself as his hands clenched tightly and walks towards Spyro tensing the area in the circle, something Spyro had not experienced in a spar before. The purple dragon tightens his guard and moves forward step by step, once close to each other Spyro was about to make the first but saw Blazes fist and lifts his guard up. The force of Blazes strike was so powerful that it send Spyro flying off the ground and straight to the the wall out of the circle. The two heroes froze in fear, silence filled the air until Cynder snapped out of it, and rushed to Spyro.

Cynder: "Spyro, are you ok"?

Spyro: "Yeah I'm fine just give me a moment, didn't think he would be this strong".

Cynder: "I didn't think so either, thought he would be strong as you are".

Spyro: "Well needless to say I lost this round and now I know what he's capable of".

Spyro walks back inside the now more ready then ever and gets back into his stance. Blaze complies as well getting into his stance clenching his fists tightly. Spyro dashes forward delivering a fist of his own, Blaze lift his arms up to block the attack but his guard broke and was forced back a few feet himself, but not out of the circle. Blaze was shaking it off but Spyro wasn't going to give space to breathe and strikes with fury. Blaze lashes back not moving away, both dragons taking hits and kicks, blocking countering, dodging, it was a battle to see who is the strongest.

Time was passing by, no one knew how long it's been going on, Cynder was too distracted with both the fighters as they were too focused on each other to know what's happening around them, even unable to hear it unless it was loud enough. The guardians entered the room and could see both warriors sweating from head to toe, Terrador stepped forward and slammed his fis fist into his hand, loud enough to make Cynder jump and catching both Spyro and Blazes attention ending the sparring section. The two dragons fell to there knees, gasping for air, completely exhausted and sore from the fighting, both unable to get up, even unable to talk. The guardians helped carry the two to there rooms to regain their strength, for they fought a good long round, but training was just the beginning, for a new adventure, and a new story to write is about to be told.


Man it's been a long time since I made another chapter, but I'm back making stories, so be ready for another chapter guys