Ok, now here one with the Hermit and Hunter. This is another short chapter I now have finished. So ok, it is still a Lion King reference, but it has Hunter and the Hermit. That is not in the Lion King.
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Hunter brought the news to the Hermit at the place the Hermit is still living at that Cynder and Sunburn had left the Dragon Realms for help.
The Hermit wasn't very pleased to hear the news. "Now two more of our allies have now out into the wilderness. How many more must lose their lives for this nonsense?"
"What do you mean by nonsense?" asked Hunter. "We've lost so many lives in this rebellion against Malefor. It is a matter of time when this entire kingdom falls to ruin."
"It is nonsense that we are fighting a Purple Dragon," shouted the Hermit. "A master of the Elements. It would take another Purple Dragon to face Malefor alone. The last one there was Spyro." The hermit turned towards the smeared painting of Spyro. "And he is died along with his father. And now many more are dying in a rampaging war and from disasters. And hope is there."
A soft gush of wind howled from the canyon's corner. A ray of a whirlwind came circulating behind Hunter, carrying dried leaves and a familiar dragon scent.
Hunter felt the wind coming towards him and the Hermit. "There may be a ray of hope yet."
The Hermit grabbed a handful of the dried leaves and swirled the gem of his staff around the leaves. A tornado-like vortex appeared, circling the leaves into the gem. The gem's color showed changing rainbow colors, going from red to orange to yellow to green to blue and to purple. The changing color changed stopped at a purple color.
The Hermit studied the color closely. He shook his staff around three times and a cloud forming inside the gem. It showed the Hermit and Hunter, who curiously watched it, the form of the Drago constellation in purple.
"Is that what I think… it…?" asked Hunter.
"Sp-Spyro?"
The Hermit looked away from the gem to the dull painting of Spyro; the warm sun was glowing bright on the dragon painting.
"I-I-I can't believe!" said Hermit, cheerfully. "The Purple Dragon Prince! He's…he's…"
"He's alive," finished Hunter.
Both cheetahs jumped for joy; their hopes for a brighter future were alive.
The Hermit dashed towards the painting and rubbed his staff right now it, making the picture glitter with a purple spark from the staff's gem.
"Now…" said Hunter.
"We find the dragon," the Hermit finished.
Hunter grabbed his quiver or arrows and bow, and both cheetahs ran with the greatest joy to find the lost Purple Dragon Prince Spyro.
