Sorry for taking sooooooooooooooo ssoooooooooooooooooo long to update the story. I was finishing up my first short story called The Legend of the Dragon Hunter.
It was near dawn a few years later. Spyro had grown into a fine dragonet. He found out he was a purple dragon like Malefor was; a trait that ran in the Dragon Royal family for generations. For some time, he would easily annoy his uncle of Spyro ruling first. Malefor was never paying attention when he kept hearing about his nephew gabbling about superior strengths and the dragon in line for the throne.
One day, Spyro got up early and went outside the Temple to see the western horizon before the sun was on the edge rising. Smiling, he ran back inside to wake Ignitus.
"Dad, it is nearly time," he softly shouted. "We need to get going. Wake up!"
Spyro jumped over a few dragons which grunted every time Spyro stepped on them.
"Sorry," Spyro said, after stepping on some of the dragons. As Spyro got to his father, Ignitus, who was sleeping with his wife Cho-Lei.
"Dad? Dad!" Spyro exclaimed, as he was saying bunches of "dads".
"Our son is still awake," grumbled Cho-Lei.
"At sunrise, his your son to care for," grunted Ignitus.
"Dad, come on, get up," said Spyro, tying to pull his father's head with his teeth. This caused Spyro to lose his grip and fell backwards. Then he head-butted Ignitus that wake up.
"You promised," said Spyro, angrily.
Ignitus, still tired, looked at his angry son.
"Alright, I'm up," he said with a yawn.
"Yeah," said Spyro happily.
Both of Spyro's parents got up and went out the Dragon Temple with him. Cho-Lei stopped as she watched Spyro and Ignitus walk on a pathway that lead to the top of a tall mountain. On the mountaintop, Ignitus showed Spyro the landscape.
"Look, Spyro. Every land the sun shines on is the realms we live, which is our kingdom."
"Wow," said Spyro, looking at how golden the sunrise was and a deep rich, green land.
"As a king of this land, he must be humble and true to those around him. When the time for him rises and sets like the sun, Spyro. One day in the future, the sun like set on me, and will rise with you the next day the King of Dragons."
"And the entire kingdom will be mine?" asked Spyro.
"Every speck of land the sun shines on," answered Ignitus.
Spyro looked around the lands and saw a black, blank hillside. "What about that place over there?"
"That is not part of this kingdom, Spyro. No dragon must never go there."
"I thought a king can do whatever he wants whenever he wants," said Spyro.
"There is more than being a king than getting away with certain things," said Ignitus, walking down the pathway.
"There is more than being a king?" asked Spyro, following Ignitus down.
In a valley, the two dragons walked and saw rabbits running, a few cheetahs practicing archery while one cheetah, Hunter, was their teacher, leaping. wingless dragons were gloating over fluffy sheep, herds of different fodder were crowded around a lake.
"Everything we see all live in a steady balance of nature. And as the king, you need to keep the balance from the running rabbit to the fluffiest sheep."
"But dad don't have enjoy burning the sheep's wool?" asked Spyro.
"Yes, we do, Spyro, but let me explain: when we die, our bodies dissolves into the ground. And in the ground, we become into plants and different animals of all kinds eat the grass. But so every creature, the old, the young, the tallest, and the smallest are all connected in the Cycle of Life."
"Ah, sire, thank goodness I have found you at last," said Sparx, fainted.
"What is, Sparx?" asked Ignitus.
"Oh, its, un its," grunted Sparx. "Oh, I had a thought now I lost it. It was right on my eyes."
But Ignitus looked at a butterfly that was in front of Sparx's eyes.
"Oh, it wasn't a thought, only a butterfly."
"Now, how about the news?" asked Ignitus.
"There are apes in the southern valleys," shouted Sparx.
Ignitus immediately jumped and began to fly. "Sparx, take Spyro back to the Dragon Temple."
"Dad, can I come with you?" asked Spyro.
"No, Spyro. When your older, you will," said Ignitus, before flying away.
"I never get to burn up anything," Spyro complained.
"Young Spyro, one day you will be the king. And you can burst those thin, smelly, unintelligent stiffs from sunrise to sunsets."
Together, they went back to the Dragon Temple.
