I'm sorry this took so long! Between college and finding a job, it's been really hard to think of this story.
Warning: This chapter absolutely SUCKS. I don't like the way it's written or how short it is. But I got my newest character's speech and personality down, I would have to say that's the only good part of this chapter. I promise the next one will be much better and longer.
I don't own Spyro or any of its characters.
I do own Ciena, Zane, Shlade, and Trinity(oh and Ignazio). My best friend owns Ardera.
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The sun scorched high in the sky, but many white, fluffy clouds floated about, making it the perfect weather for the labor that was happening in the Dragon City.
Thanks to the battle of Malefor, most of Warfang had been reduced to ruins. Now, dragons of every size and element were helping in their own ways to return the city to the way it was before. But with so many lost, everyone felt that Dragon City would never be the same.
A large, bulky, green dragon was making his way out of the city and onto the scarred battle grounds outside.
"Terrador!" someone called from above.
The green dragon looked to the skies. He spotted the two teen dragons hovering just above him.
"Spyro, Cynder." He greeted both in a deep, rough voice, "It is time for the guardians to meet. You can join us if you want."
The female black dragon landed first, followed by the male purple dragon, both throwing up ashes and dirt.
"What is this meeting for?" Spyro, the purple dragon, asked, as he fell into step beside Terrador and Cynder flanking his other side.
"You see Spyro, now that Ignitus has passed, we need another fire dragon to take his place." The Guardian of Earth said, trying not to show his pain of losing his friend.
The purpled dragon was not as strong; sadness filled his eyes as Cynder rubbed her snout to his.
They walked on in silence, all tired from the work in the city. The other dragons came into view at the top of a hill. The blue and yellow males seemed to be in a heated argument. The electric dragon was angrily talking a mile a minute, sounding more like a static filled radio, while the ice dragon was trying to get irritated words of his own into the argument.
"Cyril, Volteer! That is enough." Terrador growled as they drew near, "Have you two been so preoccupied that you have not noticed the new arrival?" he turned his green snout to the sky.
Sure enough a long, slender red and black dragon was descending towards them. When it landed, all three guardians' eyes widened.
"You're a female?" Cynder asked, almost excited. She had not seen another female yet.
"Female, I am. Surprised, no?" the fire dragon spoke in a strange way almost as if covering an accent.
Her build was the same as Cynder's had been when she was corrupted by Malefor, but her scales spiked out in many directions and her horns seemed to look almost like scales themselves. A black line ran down either side of her body and created a black mask on her face, where scarlet markings looked painted below her eyes.
"Well, to say the least, we've never encountered a female guardian such as yourself." The ice dragon, Cyril, spoke.
"Then first I shall be. Given to me, Ardera is my name." she stood tall, looking down on the others.
After a quick name exchange, Ardera lowered her head to the younger dragons, "To both, I am grateful. Saving the world, absolutely wonderful." She smiled softly.
Both dragons squirmed out of happy embarrassment as the female raised her head to the other guardians, sensing a question that needed answering.
"If I may ask, how was a dragon such as yourself selected, chosen, elected?" the electric dragon, Volteer asked.
"Niece to Ignitus, I am. Old my father is, could not be chosen. Eldest child is I, experienced as well." Ardera stood up straight once again.
"Ah, I see. But, why is it that you talk in such a strange way? Ignitus does not talk like that." Cyril questioned.
"From far East, my mother came. Different tongue she speaks. Returned East and me she took. Mother's tongue I learned. To father I returned when of age. To speak this tongue he taught me. Mixed mother's and father's tongue, I did." She explained.
"Oh yes, I recall, remember when Ignazio, called on Ignitus to aid, help, assist him in the education of you. Why it seemed like just yesterday that-"
"Must you always start a story when you merely open your mouth?" Cyril cut Volteer's sentence off.
The two looked as if they were going to start their argument back up form where they left off, but Spyro stepped forward, "How about we go ahead and show you around the city? And I'm sure they still need our help."
Ardera shook her head, "Another dragoness I met. On her way here, she said. Time, she clutches.
Cynder tilted her head, "What does that mean?"
The fire dragon scanned the confused faces of the group, before looking to the sky, "Yourself, you will see."
The other five dragons followed her gaze to the puffy white cloud. They squinted their eyes, trying to spot what the female dragon had seen. They had yet to see her because of her white scales that matched the endless clouds, but as she grew near, the electric dragon saw her first.
"By the ancestors, it cannot be." Volteer spoke the shortest sentence in his life.
The white dragon, in her older, larger form, dived towards them. She landed with enough force that dirt and ash were sent flying, making everyone cough. When it settled, the other dragons were now looking at the same white dragon, just this time she was as old as Spyro and Cynder.
"It is a white dragon." Terrador said, barely audible.
"Ardera." The white female greeted the new fire guardian.
"Trinity." The dragoness greeted back.
Looking to the confused dragons, the young, white female introduced herself, "My name is Trinity. I am a white dragon of the time element."
"This is simply impossible and unbearable. White dragons are and have been extinct, nonexistent, destroyed for hundreds of years." Volteer spat.
"Extinct? Standing before you, is not one?" Ardera questioned.
The electric dragon shut his mouth and glared at both of the new females.
"White one, what is your true age?" Terrador asked, looking down at Trinity.
"This is my true age." She looked to where Spyro and Cynder were standing, "I am from the same hatching as the Heroes of Alavar."
"But I thought Cynder and I were the only ones?" Spyro looked to the others then back at Trinity.
The white dragon took a deep breath then spoke. She told of the story Zane had made her listen to. She started from the beginning, but when it came to telling how Ciena died, she lied.
"Unfortunately, when I got back to the cave… The ceiling had collapsed… with Ciena inside." Trinity's eyes teared up and she shook her head. Ardera nudged her.
"So, Ciena is… gone?" Cyril asked his face unreadable.
The white female nodded slowly, pain almost crippling her.
The ice dragon sighed, "Ciena was my cousin…She will be missed…" for once, his boastful attitude was gone.
Trinity nodded again before looking up, "I came here to find Zane, her son."
"We will find him, young one. But for now, we must go on to the temple." Terrador spoke soft, though it was still deep and rough sounding, "Ardera must learn her place and we all must rest." He said.
"My place, I must learn. And rest, we must do." Ardera said, as the Guardian of Earth took flight. The others followed, Trinity and her other two hatch mates at the back.
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I hope it was at least okay enough to get y'all through. I will retype this later if I can. Thanks for baring with me!