Hey everyone! Glad a lot of people still have given me some support here for this sequel. It makes my day. :)

Sorry again for updating so late, and super sorry for those paying attention to my Kingdom Hearts saga. I'm still waiting on a solid finish to my poll question, which is in a three way tie at the moment.

Before we begin, I'd like to thank the two authors who lent me their OCs for their stories. I hope I use them well and to your liking.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Spyro games or characters. They belong to their respective owners. I will list the OCs and their owners at the end. I do own the characters Matt and Selema.

It took Matt about half the next day to travel back towards the Dragon Realms again, having been a considerable distance when Spyro had managed to call him. Somehow, the purple dragon ceased to amaze Matt and what he was able to do, making the warrior very thankful to have Spyro on his side.

As he approached the world, Matt did his usual check of his scanners for any dark activity. "Hmm…," he said while rubbing his chin. "Nothing on the scanners as far as I can tell, that's a good sign. Still…"

Matt then reentered the world's atmosphere and set his sights towards Warfang, where he knew his companions were waiting. As he set his ship down, Matt's eyes whirled around at the city and the surrounding area, which looked pretty calm and peaceful as well.

"Everything seems to be in one piece," Matt thought out loud. "I wonder what Spyro could have been so worried about…" Matt knew that he'd have his answer soon enough.

The Keyblader maneuvered his way towards his usual hiding spot before landing the ship down properly. After shutting it down, Matt gathered his bag full of essentials and exited the ship, locking it and covering it with as much brush as he could find. After the incident last time he was here, Matt wasn't going to take any more chances. Neo would kill him if he had to come back to fetch him again.

Satisfied with his work, Matt quickly slipped on his bag. He now was wearing a blue t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt along with a small metal chained necklace. He also was wearing a pair of blue jeans along with his black sneakers, having changed attire on the way.

However, just as he turned to start his trek to the city gates, Matt heard an all too familiar voice. "Great to see you back again, Matt!"

Matt gasped and whirled around before letting out a sigh. "Spyro…don't scare me like that man."

The purple dragon chuckled a little before putting up a paw in apology. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"How'd you know I was out here?"

"I saw your ship on the way in, and this is where you've had it set down before. I just thought I'd greet you here in person this time."

Matt shrugged and walked over to his friend, extending his hand for Spyro to shake it.

"It's really good to see you again, Matt," Spyro said.

"The pleasure's all mine," Matt replied. "But I am curious to why you asked me all the way here in the first place." The young human looked around. "Everything seems under control."

"All in good time," Spyro exclaimed. "C'mon. There's something I want to show you first."

Matt sighed. "Alright then."

The two then began walking through the forest towards one of the city gates. "So," Matt then said. "How have been things been going since I left? Any trouble?"

Spyro smiled. "Things are alright for the most part. The city is looking great, and we haven't had any trouble to speak of since."

"That's a relief," Matt replied. "Uh…umm…how's uh…how's Selema been? Is she doing OK?"

"Selema's doing just fine. She's had her own home for quite some time now, and she's even taking a few classes too."

"Classes? What do you mean classes?"

"You'll see what I mean soon."

"Ok…I guess. I can't wait to see her again. She didn't miss me too bad…right?"

Spyro chuckled. "We all missed you, Matt. Things aren't as exciting without you around."

Matt blushed and chuckled nervously. "Oh…I wouldn't say that. I mean, how can it be boring here?"

"You'd be surprised," Spyro said. "Don't worry, Matt. I won't keep you too long from seeing Selema. She really did miss you."

Matt nodded. "Thanks, Spyro."

It took the duo a few more minutes before they reached the open gate. Matt was then surprised when he found that a certain black dragoness was waiting for them.

"You know boys," Cynder said with a somewhat annoyed look in her eyes. "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."

"Great to see you too, Cynder," Matt replied. The black dragoness quickly changed her face to a smile, allowing the Keyblader to give her a small hug. "I still can't believe Spyro managed to call me."

"You and me both," Cynder said. "But then again Spyro ceases to amaze me."

The purple dragon blushed furiously before clearing his throat. "Ok, ok. C'mon, Matt. Wait till you see this."

As Matt followed his dragon companions into the city, he quickly noticed a major difference since his last visit, causing his jaw to slightly drop.

The city itself had remained the same, with most of the buildings and shops looking in top shape. However, the big difference now was that there were far more flesh and blood dragons roaming throughout the city! Dragons as far as Matt could see that were mixed in with the occasional mole or other creature.

"Whoa…," Matt said. He walked alongside Spyro and Cynder through the large, bustling crowd. Dragons of many colors flashed by him, along with several adults and a few hatchlings alongside them. It really was a dragon city now!

"How…?" Matt asked weakly. "How in the world did all these dragon get here?"

Spyro and Cynder laughed a little at their friend's expense. "Funny story, actually," Cynder said.

"It turns out…," Spyro exclaimed. "That the Guardians and I weren't looking hard enough when we were trying to find more dragons."

"Huh?" Matt asked. "You lost me."

"Well, we had a feeling there were still more out there after we'd found Selema. It wasn't until we found a lone fire dragon along the edge of one of the far mountains till we made any progress. The Guardians sent the two of us along with Selema to investigate the area, and boy did we make a discovery."

"It turns out," Cynder continued. "that there had been several secret havens built before and during the war to hide other dragons underground in case the Dark Master ever fully returned to power. They were kept so secret that not even the Guardians knew their location."

Matt nodded in agreement. "Ok…that makes some sense."

"Once we found the havens," Spyro replied. "We managed to convince their inhabitants to return to Warfang with us. Ever since, the city has been growing and thriving."

"Wow…that's…that's just fantastic. Now this world can really get back on track."

"You said it," both dragons answered him.

As the trio continued their trek towards the Temple, Matt couldn't help but notice all the stares and whispers he was being given. Of course, he expected something like this to happen with a human entering their home.

"Uh, guys," Matt exclaimed. "Did you happen to tell all these dragons about…well…you know…?"

"Uh…well…," Cynder said.

"We explained as much as we could to the leaders of the havens about what happened since the end of the war," Spyro answered. "We didn't forget to mention about what you and your friends did for us, and neither did the Guardians."

"Still," Matt said as he continued to feel the eyes upon him. "I guess it's just a little uncomfortable…that's all."

It took another couple of minutes before the trio eventually arrived at the Temple once more and went inside. Sensing Matt was a little anxious, Spyro and Cynder led him towards the main chamber before they all took a seat.

"Alright, then," Matt then spoke up. "Let's cut to the chase. Why am I here? What was so 'urgent' that you needed me to come?"

Cynder looked at Spyro with a sort of anxiousness of her own before the purple dragon cleared his throat to speak.

"First of all, thanks again for coming on such short notice," Spyro began. "As you saw just now, the dragons are back in Warfang once again and finally in peace for the first time in ages. Because of that, the Guardians and a few of the leaders wanted to hold a celebration in our honor."

"A celebration?" Matt asked. "You mean like a festival?"

Spyro nodded. "Cynder and I didn't like the idea at first, but eventually we came around because we wanted everyone to be happy and to enjoy themselves."

"Ok…but what does this have to do with me?"

"Well, Matt," Cynder then said. "A part of the reason we asked you here was because we remembered how much you've done to help make this possible as well. We wanted to thank you properly by having you being honored as well."

Matt's heart was filled with great joy at the thought, but he still remembered he didn't need too much attention. "That's really nice you guys…but you don't need me for that."

"Of course we do, Matt. It was you who brought us both back from that limbo, helped us beat Malchoir, find Selema, and help keep history intact. You deserve the recognition."

"I guess…but…," Matt looked up and stared his friends in the eye. "I have a feeling that's not the only reason I'm here though, is it?"

Spyro sighed. "No, it's not. You see…well…I have been having these nightmares lately…about something bad happening during the festival."

"What kind of bad?" Matt asked, his brow raised in curiousity.

"I'm not entirely sure…I just remember hearing people screaming in terror…and an evil voice laughing in the background as thought they were enjoying it."

"Hmm…"

"It's serious enough that Spyro thrashes around in his sleep," Cynder pointed out. "It's really beginning to scare me too these last couple weeks."

"I see," Matt replied. "You're pretty serious, huh?"

Spyro narrowed his eyes. "Dead serious."

"So let me guess…you called me here because you've been afraid of a potential threat at this festival in your honor?" Spyro nodded. "So what is it you want me to do exactly? Keep watch?"

"I know it's not much," Spyro exclaimed. "But I just feel as though something terrible is coming and I had a feeling you could help us."

Deep down, Matt was a little disappointed in the developments at hand. In simple terms, he was there as a bodyguard!

Cynder, sensing the warrior's doubts, decided to offer her own view. "Let's put it this way, Matt. If we're wrong about this, then the worst that happens is you get to just relax and celebrate with us for a few days. That's not so bad, is it?"

"Well…no it's not."

"Besides, we hardly ever get to see you these days. We know you're busy too, but it's still nice to stay in touch every once in a while."

"True…too true…," Matt replied with a small nod. "Have you told Terrador and the other Guardians yet?"

Spyro nodded. "Only those three and the three of us know for the most part. Nobody else. So what do you say, Matt? Can you help us with this?"

"Please…," Cynder added.

It didn't take as long as Matt thought it would to decide. "Aww…what the hell? I suppose it wouldn't hurt too bad…"

"Thanks, Matt," Spyro exclaimed. "This means a lot."

"No problem. So…when exactly does this festival start?"

"A couple days," Cynder replied. "In the meantime, you can stay here with us and help if you want or relax. It's up to you."

"That sounds like a good deal," Matt replied. He then looked towards the door. "Speaking of which…do you mind if I…?"

"Go," both Spyro and Cynder said.

"Thanks," Matt said as he got to his feet.

"Her house is on the outskirts of the south side of the city," Spyro said. "Say hi for us."

"I will," Matt said as he neared the door. "I'll talk to you guys later." Suddenly, the warrior was out of their earshots.

Spyro and Cynder turned to each other and chuckled. "I feel kind of bad for keeping him here this long," Spyro said.

"You and me both," Cynder added, licking Spyro's snout in response.

As the sun was at high noon over the sky, a certain pink dragoness was just finishing her day at the new school within Warfang's boundaries. Walking out of the front gate, with a brown satchel bag over her back, the dragoness left and found herself on the now busy streets once more.

Selema looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, glad she was done for the day. In the months since she'd arrived in the city, and at the Guardians' suggestion, Selema was enrolled at the newly built school in order to catch up on certain skills she hadn't completely mastered such as reading and writing due to her time in the wilderness. She also took some other classes such as history and magic studies with more of the dragons her own age.

As she waited patiently at the gate, Selema's thoughts were interrupted by a certain someone. "Hey! Selema!" The pink dragoness and smiled warmly as she found one of her close friends walk up.

"Hey, Saffron," Selema replied. "How was your morning?"

The electricity dragoness scowled. "I don't know how much longer I can stand Master Volteer's lectures…I'm surprised I'm still passing at this rate." Saffron's scales were yellow with a more paler yellow underbelly and wings. She also had white horns and a pair of lovely, violet eyes. "What about you? Anything exciting?"

Selema shrugged. "Not really I guess. Just any old day."

"Well, I can tell you one way I made it through class today."

Selema giggled. "Let me guess. You were thinking about that new fire dragon again that transferred in?"

Saffron sighed. "And why not? He's so cool and mysterious…not to mention he's kind of sexy."

Selema shook her head. "Do you even remember his name?"

"Of course I do! It's uh…uh…"

"Flame?" Selema answered for her friend.

"That's right. Flame…" Saffron seemed to drift away for a few minutes before she remembered. "Oh, that's right! I almost forgot. My parents and I were wondering if you wanted to come to our place for supper tomorrow night. You want to come?"

Selema grinned. "I'd be glad to, Saff." The pink dragoness was often invited to her friend's home, to which her parents treated her as if she were their own daughter as well. "Same time?"

"You bet!" Saffron replied with a grin.

Suddenly, a rough, loud voice interrupted the two dragoness. "Why if it isn't my favorite girl?"

Selema gasped and shut her eyes tightly. "Oh no…please don't tell me it's who I think it is."

Saffron groaned. "Too late…"

Selema turned to find a large, bulky earth dragon behind her. He had poisonous green eyes along with a pale red underbelly and wings. "Hello, Devron," she said reluctantly.

"Hey, good lookin!" the big dragon greeted her with a large grin, which revealed some gross looking teeth. "How are you on this fantastic day?"

"I'm fine," Selema replied, forcing herself to smile. Devron had been one of more flamboyant personalities to arrive in Warfang to her disgust. She'd heard that he had a knack of trying to woo dragonesses to his whim, always getting who he wanted in the end. Unfortunately, Selema had been on his watch for some time now.

"C'mon Selema," Devron smirked. "I know deep down you want to hang out at the festival with me, so how about it sweet thing?"

Selema, despite her disgust with the earth dragon, kept the best face she could. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to, Devron."

"Aww…come on," Devron persisted. "I promise we'll have a lot of fun."

"She already said no," Saffron spoke up. "So why don't you go ask someone else?"

"Sorry, flashy, but this is between me and Selema. Now then, where were we?"

Selema gritted her teeth and tried to think of something else, but instead a small shriek greeted her instead.

"Selema!" A little silver hatchling came storming through the crowd, jumping onto and wrapping around her neck. "Selema!"

Selema sighed in relief. "Hello, little one! How was your day, today?"

The hatchling's name was Daxelia, but everyone enjoyed calling her Dax for short. "Really fun! We got to tell stories in class today and it was awesome!"

"That's great, Dax," Selema replied. She turned to Saffron. "Sorry to cut this short, but I need to get her home. See you tomorrow?"

"We'll be waiting!" Saffron replied with a wink.

"Now wait a second. Selema!" Devron spoke up. It was too late. The pink dragoness had already flung the white hatchling on her back and took off into the skies. Devron scowled. "Whatever…she knows she wants me."

Saffron rolled her eyes at the thought.

As Selema flew around the many towers and building in Warfang, Dax continued to talk about all the stories she'd heard. "I even told the one about your hero, Selema."

Selema grinned and looked back. "Really now? Which one might that be?"

"You know…the one with the brave human in it…what was his name again?"

"Oh…that one." Selema paused for a moment. "His name is Matt."

"Matt! Alright! I knew that was it! Thanks, Selema. That's my favorite story ever!"

Selema giggled. "Mine too, Dax. Mine too."

It took only a couple more minutes before Selema arrived at her destination, which was Dax's home. It was a small little house on the outskirts of the city. The pink dragoness slowly walked up to the door and knocked a couple of times before it opened. Greeting her was a large, jet black dragon with blood red wings and underbelly, dark red eyes, and white horns. His name was Nightshade, Dax's adoptive father. To some, Nightshade was a rather menacing looking dragon, with even the Guardians fearing him to a certain degree. Because of this, little to no one was willing to help him take care of Dax. Selema, however, was one of those few, finding the black dragon to be more than most expected of him. The pink dragoness offered to bring Dax home after school every day at no charge to him. As a plus, Dax quickly bonded with Selema, with the former considering the latter a kind of big sister.

"Daddy!" Dax screamed as she jumped onto the black dragon's neck.

Nightshade gave a small smile. "Hello, Dax. How was your day, sweetheart?"

"Awesome!"

"That's good, now run along for a moment ok. There's something I need to talk about with Selema."

"Ok." Dax then sprinted into the house once more towards her room before her father turned to Selema again.

"Thanks again for bringing her home, Selema," Nightshade said.

"Anytime, Nightshade," Selema replied with a smile. "You know it's no trouble!"

"I know, and that's why I feel so terrible about asking this."

"Asking what?"

"I need to run a few errands in the city tomorrow afternoon, and I won't be here for another couple of hours tomorrow. So…I'm sorry to ask, but…"

Selema put up a paw. "No need to ask. I can watch her for a couple hours. It's no big deal, really."

Nightshade sighed and nodded. "Thank you, Selema. I appreciate it greatly."

With that, Selema bid the black dragon goodbye and took off towards her own home, which resided on the south side of the city. It took her several minutes to reach it before she landed and entered. Her home wasn't much, with about an average set up to say the least. The Guardians were willing to give her a better place, but Selema had finally decided on this one, feeling she didn't need too much at all since she was by herself.

Selema took off her satchel and laid it on her bed before going out her back door. There, her small flower garden awaited her. It had been Cynder who'd suggested that Selema take up a hobby with her spare time, to which she decided to take up raising plants. The pink dragoness had several rows of different kinds of beautiful flowers, as well as several herbs as well that could be used for several remedies. It had been hard work to raise them, but Selema was very proud to say the least with what she'd done.

The pink dragoness took a short sniff of some of her beauties before going to grab her watering can. As she slowly filled it up, her eyes slowly stole a glance towards the item on her right wrist. It was a simple black band that had a white jewel in the very center.

Selema sighed and looked towards the sky. It had been a long time since she'd last seen Matt, several months to be exact. Since then, so much had changed in the city and with her life. She still looked and felt about the same since he'd left, not having grown very much at all. Selema had also befriended several new dragons, including Saffron and Dax. She also kept in touch with Spyro and Cynder as much as she could, though those two in particular always seemed to be busy with something.

Still…Selema wondered about the Keyblader. Where he was, what he was doing, if he was in trouble?

Selema shook her head at the last thought. If there was anything that was wrong, Matt would be ok. She knew it.

Yeah…he'll be fine. Selema thought.

Suddenly, the jewel inside her band began to glow a little brighter. Thinking it was the sun's rays, Selema covered it with a paw. Still, the jewel began to glow even brighter!

"What in the world…?" Selema asked, looking over her band even more carefully. "How could this be…?" She then gasped, her eyes widening in realization. "Could it mean…?"

A voice interrupted her thoughts…the voice she'd been waiting to hear for some time.

"Selema?"

The pink dragoness gasped as though all the air in her body had left her. She then slowly turned around to face it's source behind her.

Standing there, in broad daylight, was none other than her hero.

Matt couldn't help but stare at her. Selema looked exactly as he'd remembered her. He stood in place for the longest time, just gazing upon the dragoness, unknowing of what he could possibly say.

It was Selema who broke the ice. "Matt…," she whispered enough for him to hear. "Is…is it really you?"

Matt then grinned as far as his lips could go. "The one and only, Selema."

Selema's eyes filled with tears of joy. "Matt!" She then dropped her can and sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her towards him. "MATT!"

The Keyblader jogged a few steps in before he went to his knees and embraced the pink dragoness that flung into his arms. She wrapped her fore paws around his neck as best she could, nuzzling his face as well as she clung to him. They remained embraced for almost a minute, just happy to finally be together once more before, neither saying a word during that time.

"You came back…," Selema whispered.

"I told you I would, didn't I?" Matt asked.

"I know…I just missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

Matt then found the strength to get back on his feet, allowing Selema to spread her wings as he helped lift her in the air. They both laughed as hard as possible as they twirled around in circles, still holding each other close.

Little did they both know about a pair of eyes peaking at their happy reunion from the trees above. "Enjoy each other while it lasts you two," the creature said, it's eyes glowing for a mere moment. "Because the worst is yet to come…"

And there you have it. The dynamic duo is back together again. ;)

Ok...as I promised...Saffron belongs to Riverstyxx while Dax and Nightshade belongs to Alec the Dark Angel. Thanks a lot you guys!

So now that everyone's back together...what exactly is the danger? Find out next chapter!

Peace out,

Biz