Author's note: Just to let you know, I, at first, had no idea whatsoever when this was going to be taking place. It could not take place during any of the games in the legend of Spyro trilogy. Not in "A New Beginning" because Spyro did not even know Cynder way back then. Not in "The Eternal Night" because for most of the time Spyro and Cynder were separated. And not in "Dawn of the Dragon" because at the time, Malefor had the Dragon Temple in his possession and had it suspended above the earth. For a while there I doubted that it even took place after "Dawn of the Dragon" because it seems as though Spyro has no memory of Cynder's confession of love towards him. He just lost some of his memory. I only own Firenze.

The Truth

Chapter Two: Chaos in the Nightly Hours

While Cynder and Spyro were having a nice little chat in the Enchanted Forest, something much more sinister and evil was taking place at the Dragon Temple…

Grublins and Orcs were everywhere. They had come in the dead of night to attack their enemies.

An orange dragon that was about the same age as Spyro reared back as a Grublin swooped lower to hit him on the head. The dragon then let loose a stream of boiling hot flames that reduced the surrounding foes to a couple piles of ashes.

Nearby, a huge green dragon fought against the onslaught of enemies with ease. Terrador threw a quick glance over his shoulder at the young orange dragon to check up on his progress. Firenze was doing excellent for a dragon his age. Ignitus had definitely taught his young prodigy well in the past months.

Just then, Terrador felt a searing pain in his left hind leg and turned his head to have a look. There was one of the arrows from the crossbows that the Orcs carried, and it looked like it had gone in pretty deep despite the thickness of his scales. He gripped it thoroughly in his jaws and pulled it out. He ignored the resulting pain and spat what was left of the arrow out on the ground.

The Earth Guardian let out a low growl towards the remaining enemies. He rose up onto his hind legs with his eyes closed. All around him the air began to pulse with energy.

Firenze sensed this change of atmosphere and, knowing what was about to happen, dove into the cover of a large boulder.

Terrador opened his eyes and a wave of green magic, energy, and leaves, flew outwards… towards his enemies. When Firenze peered out from behind his shelter, all that remained were the gems that the enemies had left behind.

After Terrador had taken in three red gems, he said," It is safe to come out now, young one." Firenze walked out from behind his shelter. He looked down and saw Terrador's injury. "Your leg is bleeding!" Terrador glanced back at it. "It will heal."

At that moment, an explosion rocked the ground that the two dragons stood on. They both covered their eyes with one of their wings to shield them from any flying debris. When they looked back, several Orcs lay dead or dying at their feet.

And a few yards away were a black dragoness and a purple dragon. Spyro and Cynder ran over to greet Terrador and Firenze.

"What the hell is going on around here?" Spyro asked, slightly grinding his teeth in frustration. Before anyone could reply, something strange began to happen: the enemy lines began to retreat.

"Why are they all retreating?" Cynder asked. "I do not know, but we should be glad of it. We could not have kept up the fight forever," Terrador replied.

"Terrador? Why did they attack us? I doubt they were the ones who planned that attack. They are not smart enough," Spyro pondered.

"You are right Spyro. But… Malefor is dead, is he not?" Terrador said.

"I never said that they were being lead by Malefor… There must be a new evil in the Dragon Realms…"