Chapter 3: Making Some Friends

(David's POV)

I woke up, not remembering anything at first, but it all eventually came back. I realised that I still hadn't eaten. Then I heard knocking on the door.

"I'm awake. Can you let me get some clothes on?" I asked to whoever was knocking.

"I was told to take you to have breakfast, so I suggest that you hurry up." I couldn't recognise the voice, but I could tell that it was a male.

I turned my gaze towards the chest that I had looked in yesterday. Opening it, I found a red cotton shirt and an blue pair of pants. The shirt had slits that I presumed were for my wings, and also for the spikes that ran from my head to the tip of my tail. The pants had one large slit for my tail.

Putting them on was easier said than done. It took me five minutes to get my wings to cooperate, and even longer to get them into the slits. Thankfully the pants were much more easier.

I opened the door to see a purple dragon. He looked at me with a worried look about him.

"Are you okay? You definitely took your time." He asked.

"I couldn't get my wings to cooperate at first, but I managed to in the end." I answered. His face changed to be a confused look, but it eventually turned into a smile.

"Well come on. I was told to take you to have breakfast before you went to the temple." I visibly perked up at the mention of food. He gave me another confused look. "Heh, I'll be the first to say that I didn't eat yesterday." I said. His face changed to be a smile again.

"Okay, but anyway, lets get going." He said. "Okay." I replied. I really needed food.

As we walked through the halls, I couldn't help but ask him about some things. Fortunately, he beat me to the questions. "I didn't get the the time to ask this when we met yesterday, but right now I can. Where did you come from?" I sighed as I prepared to tell him the lie that I had to live with while I was here.

"I-I never had a home... I didn't even know my parents..." I answered; sorrow clearly evident in my voice.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that." He replied. "It's okay. I've put up with it for a long time." I said. "By the way, I didn't catch your name yesterday. Do you mind telling me again?" He asked. I decided to let him know; I did owe him for letting me, a stranger, into Warfang. After all, I could've been a servant of this Dark Master. "Drago. What's yours?" I asked. "Spyro." He answered.

"Spyro, do you know a black dragoness, Cynder?" I asked Spyro. He nodded to tell me that he did. "After I talked with Terrador, she escorted me to my room. We talked a little, but when she asked where I had come from, I answered her question, and she just... became sad or something. Is she always like that?" I asked. "She's not always like that. She has a dark past where she served the Dark Master, but I showed her the error of her ways. She didn't serve him willingly; the Dark Master corrupted her, turning her into a harbinger of death and suffering. Even now, even though the Dark Master is gone, she still can't forgive herself for harming those that she killed while under the Dark Masters control. I tell her that everyone at least deserves a second chance, and we have to forgive those whose lives have been destroyed. It's hard for her to forgive those whose parents or children were killed by her when she was the Terror of The Skies, but she's managed." Answered Spyro.

I smiled at this, and we soon fell into silence, and despite myself I couldn't find anything to talk about. As the silence enveloped us, my mind started to wonder.

'I wonder if my family's noticed I'm gone yet?' I thought to myself. I knew they probably had. 'I wonder what they're thinking? How long will it take for them to file a missing person's report' My life back home had been a pretty predictable one. For the most part I almost never woke up before ten. In fact, the only reason anyone would see me at that time was because I had stayed up the night before. When I was awake I hardly left the house, and when I did, I either went to see my friends or go on holidays, or just go to a restaurant. It was weird, as I had always thought that if I ever went away, I wouldn't think about what my family would think. I guess I never realised how much I missed them.

"Hey, are you okay?" Spyro asked, quickly snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, I was just thinking about my parents. I wish I could have seen them before..." I trailed off, not for the last time. Spyro eyed me worriedly when he heard that. "You don't have to brood over your past. Remember, we all have a future ahead of us, so what I think you should do is look forward to the future. Who knows? Maybe you'll find your parents." Replied Spyro. I looked at him, putting on a smile. "Thanks, Spyro. You're a great help. I don't know what to expect of the future." I said. Spyro was quite friendly, and cheered me up a little bit. "By the way, do you know how to use your element?" Spyro asked. "No. Why?" I asked.

"Well I was asking if you knew, but I could tell you them if you want." Said Spyro. I decided to not disappoint him. "Yeah. Go right ahead." I replied.

"One of the elements is Fire, which I'm guessing would be your element. There's also Electricity, Ice, Earth, Poison, Fear, Wind, and Shadow. The last four I listed are quite uncommon, but there are those who know them. Also, after Cynder and I defeated the Dark Master, I repaired the world using my powers. When we came back to Warfang, there were dragons that knew other elements like Water, Telepathy, and much more. Not only that, many dragons also were able to control more than just one element." He said. I nodded in agreement; a dragon able to control more than just one element sounds like something from a fairy tale. But it was possible.

Spyro stopped for a moment before he pushed open the pair of large doors that led to the dining hall. I took in the spectacle for only a few seconds; there were so many dragons, cheetahs, and moles eating; gaining the energy they needed for the restoration of the whole city. I then saw Cynder eating at a table near the doors; obviously waiting for Spyro. She looked towards us and waved. Spyro returned it, then proceeded to the table.

As we sat down, I noticed Hunter coming over. He looked and saw me, then proceeded towards the table.

"Hello, Drago. I take it that your wing is better?" He asked.

"It's getting better. It's a bit sore, but nothing much." I answered.

Hunter sat his plate down, as he joined us at the table before turning his attention to Spyro and Cynder.

"We never got to properly catch up yesterday. How are you two getting along since the war ended?" Hunter asked.

"Not much. We haven't been able to spend much time together, as the restoration of the city has been taking much longer than we thought, and with the limited number of earth dragons available, moving the debris has nearly slowed to a crawl." Spyro answered, a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

"Plus, we're not sure how many dragons have actually survived the war. Volteer estimated that a few thousand might have survived, maybe less." Cynder added.

"Yes, Terrador informed me of as much. However, the cheetahs are willing to help in any way we can, Chief Prowles even sent out a messenger hawk to our distant tribes in the north and south." Hunter replied.

The conversation eventually ended, and the two dragons and Hunter started eating absentmindedly. Finally remembering my hunger, I took my first look at what was on my plate. I saw a large piece of meat sitting on the plate, and a quick glance at my "friends" told me they too had large portions of meat on their plates as well. I suppose being a large winged beast required a lot of energy to keep them going. As for Hunter, well, he was a two legged cheetah, and chances are that he was fast, and needed nearly the same amount of meat as dragons did.

Without further analyzing my situation, I began to dig in. Thankfully I had the common sense to grab utensils so I didn't look like a fool eating with my hands. Despite my late start in attacking my food, I quickly finished what was on my plate with a satisfied smile on my face. With nothing to do, I took a glance at the other's plates and found that they hadn't even finished half of their food.

The food itself was unlike anything I had tried before. What I thought to be ham had actually turned out to be something else entirely. I asked Spyro what it was, and he told me that it had actually been lamb. The food was so lovely, I could've just gone back to bed and slept, but I had to do some things, like getting ready to go to the temple.

Spyro, Cynder, and myself exited the dining hall, and started to make our way to the Dragon Elders. We were chatting with each other when we heard a voice.

"Spyro!" We looked to see a young pink dragoness tackle Spyro. "Wha... Ember!" Exclaimed Spyro.

Me and Cynder watched as Spyro tried to get Ember off. I couldn't help but laugh with Cynder at Spyro's attempts. Then, Ember looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. "Flame!" She exclaimed, as she tackled me.

"What... agh!" I yelled, as Ember tackled me to the ground. As she said things that I couldn't understand, I looked at Spyro and Cynder with a "help me" face. Fortunately, someone was there to save me.

"Ember, can you please get off of the dragon?"

I looked to see a red and yellow dragon walking towards us. Ember then finally got off of me and went to the dragon.

"Flame! When did you and Ember come to Warfang?" Asked Spyro; a small hint of annoyance in his voice.

"We came just this mourning. I thought a little surprise wouldn't hurt." Answered Flame.

"Also, it would have been nice to go out on a date with you again, Spyro." Said Ember.

"Now, Ember, you know that me and Spyro are more than just friends. Besides, you can't have two dates." Said Cynder. "I didn't know that you knew about the relationship between me and Flame! I bet Spyro told you of that!" Ember was about to go off; she was going to do something stupid soon if someone didn't stop her.

"Flame, Ember, can you two go? Spyro, Cynder, and this dragon were coming to us when you intervened."

I turned to see Terrador walking towards us, with two other dragons for company. One of them had yellow scales with a blueish-black underbelly, while the other had cyan blue scales with a similarly coloured underbelly.

"Ugh, fine." Ember turned towards Spyro. "We aren't finished yet, Spyro. One day, you will be mine!" She and Flame turned to leave.

"Spyro, Cynder, come with us. As well as you, young Drago." Said the yellow dragon.

As we reached a pair of doors, Terrador pushed them open, revealing a chamber that looked familiar to me. I quickly realised that it looked like the chamber in the Dragon Temple that held the Pool of Visions in the first Legend of Spyro game. Though I didn't show it, I was quite surprised by this, as it also had a small circle that was filled with a green liquid. 'Maybe that's what allows certain dragons to see visions. Dragons like Ignitus, if my memory serves correctly. That is, if this pool is like the one in the Dragon Temple.'

We sat down around the small pool. Terrador was the first to speak.

"Drago, you may not know the two dragons that I'm accompanied with. This is Volteer." Terrador pointed towards the yellow dragon. "And this is Cyril." He pointed towards the blue dragon.

"Uh, nice to meet you." I said, trying to be polite. They looked like they weren't as old as Terrador looked, but I could tell that they were a little old. (I struggled a bit at this part)

"Now, where should we start? Spyro, Cynder, when Drago goes to the Dragon Temple, you will go with him as well."

When Spyro heard this, he didn't like it. Going to the temple would mean that the restoration of Warfang would take longer to complete. Cynder, however, thought this would allow her to make the small friendship she and Drago have at the moment.

"I guess that would be okay, but why did you want us to go with him?" Asked Spyro.

"We believe that this would allow you two to become friends with Drago, and strengthen it." Said Cyril.

"Okay, we'll go."

"Good. Now, you two should rest up and gather what you need while there. Same goes for you Drago." Replied Terrador.

"Okay." I said, as me, Spyro, and Cynder got up to exit.

As I approached my room, I couldn't help but think about why Terrador decided to have Spyro and Cynder come with me to the temple. 'Why the two of them in particular?'

As I walked on, oblivious to what was happening around me, I was snapped out of my thoughts when I bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it, drag-"

We looked into each others eyes for a few minutes; blue to green. She had cyan scales, with a dark blue underbelly. Her horns looked like icicles, and her tail blade looked like a miniature glacier. (I don't know how to describe Cyril's tail blade)

"I'm sorry. That was stupid of me to do that." I apologised.

"It's okay. You know, not many people apologise to me at all, other than my friends." She said. That caught me off gaurd.

"Anyway, my name's Drago. What's yours?" I asked.

She didn't answer at first, but she did eventually.

"Winter." She said.

"Winter. That's a nice name." I replied.

"Your's is nice as well." I slightly blushed. 'The name Drago must really suit me.'

"By the way, have you met my father, Cyril?" I was caught off guard again. 'She's Cyril's daughter! I should've realised!'

"Yeah, I have. In fact, I just met him a few minutes ago." I answered.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, but I need to go see my father. See you later!"

I watched as she walked off. I couldn't help but think of what just happened.

As I entered my room, I decided to read some of the books to pass the time. I learnt about a purple dragon by the name Malefor, who had tried to destroy the world, but was defeated by Spyro and Cynder.

By the time I had finished, It was already becoming night time. 'Damn, I read for a long time.'

I laid down on my bed to get some sleep. And that's when things started to get confusing.

(Some time later)

I opened my eyes to see white.

'What happened?' I thought to myself.

"Don't worry. You are safe."

I turned around to see a blueish white dragon, wearing a blue crystal around his neck. He looked like he was mysterious, and looked wise and full of knowledge.

My vision cleared to show that I was in a chamber of some sort. There was hundreds, maybe thousands of books on the shelves, and there was a large hourglass in the center.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am The Chronicler; a dragon tasked with the duty of chronicling the many events of the ages. every success, every failure, everything that has happened has been recorded here in this place. They even spread as far as nearly to the beginning of time." The Chronicler said; his voice just expressing authority.

"The Chronicler?"

"Yes. I also know who you are, but that will be for another time." The Chronicler said. "Before I became The Chronicler, I was called Ignitus, the guardian of fire. You are familiar with the other guardians, of course, but I cared for the dragon Spyro, as well as Cynder."

"I'm friends with them. Anyway, why did you bring me here?"

"I must tell you something. An old evil is about to return, and I believe that you are the only one who can stop him. I need you to not reveal this to anyone. Can you do this?" The Chronicler asked.

"Y-y-yes. Yes, I can." I answered.

"Good. Now, you must return. You must prepare for your journey to the Dragon Temple, David."

I was caught off guard. 'He knew my real name!? But how!?'

We said our goodbyes, and he sent me back to the world of consciousness.

/Author's Note. This took quite some time, as I got sidetracked. Sorry if I took too long. I might have to stop doing another chapter for any of my fanfics, because of school, and I will have to wait till the holidays. Sorry about this, but I'm doing algebraic, so I have to be at my best, as to not fall behind in my school work. Anyway, I do want to say thank you for all the support. This fanfic just took off automatically.

Disclaimer, as I forgot to mention in my other chapters. I do not own Spyro; he belongs to Activision. If I did own him, there would actually be a Legend of Spyro movie, and there would be a lot more Spyro games, and my family wouldn't be struggling on money right now.

Anyways, once again, thanks for all the support. I'm the Firesword Dragon, and I will see you guys next time.