Okay, so honestly, I had a fever while typing this and I did NOT feel like proofing this. So if anyone wants to proof it, go right ahead. Or if there is something that doesn't make sense, let me know and I will fix it.

But I do like how this chapter came out. I feel like I got a little closer to how Volteer speaks and poor Trinity has a total melt down and you get to see a few of her powers. But I won't give away anything else. See you at the bottom of this chapter!

All of Spyro belongs to Sienna Entertainment, Inc.

Trinity, Zane, Ciena, Shlade, The Great Time Dragon, and Tulvus are all mine.

Ardera belongs to my best friend, Naomi.

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The sun was getting low on the horizon, setting everything a fiery orange, as the group arrived at the temple. Well, what was already rebuilt of the temple at least. Malefor had raised the previous temple above the Well of Souls and it had been completely destroyed in the battle.

Now, many dragons were working hard to rebuild the four guardians' home. Dismissing them to go home, Terrador lead the others into the temple. Most of the walls were already standing and a few of the rooms were completed.

"Is the temple going to look just like it did before?" Cynder asked, this had been her home after she was rescued from the Dark Master's hold.

"Yes. We think that will be the easiest way to go with the construction." Terrador answered.

As they entered the temple, the earth and ice dragon made their way into a different room to discuss something. Catching part of the conversation before the door shut, Ardera realized it must have been about the ice dragon Ciena.

Volteer took up leading the group, giving them the full tour around the temple. Spyro and Cynder decided to tag along as well, listening to the constant rambling of the electric dragon.

They passed a large door, the room behind it completely restored. It looked like it was about right in the center of the temple.

"This here is a marvelous room where a spiritually symbolic collection of liquid sits, the Pool of Visions. In addition, it happens to be the place which the offspring of our kind are kept, maintained, preserved throughout the duration the Year of the Dragon." Volteer continued to ramble on about the room's origins and the Pool of Visions.

Ardera noticed the lack of white in her peripheral vision. She glanced towards the Pool Room just in time for her dark orange eyes to catch the white tail vanish into the room.

The fire guardian looked towards the group as they turned the corner, the electric dragon to busy talking to realize she had stopped. She turned around and peeked into the room.

Trinity sat there in the middle of the room, next to a large pool of water. She was now as large as an adult dragon, but her horns and wings were still that of a teen dragon. She was quivering and her head was low, starring at her reflection in the strange slate colored water.

"Alright you are, Trinity?" Ardera asked as she slowly made her way into the room.

The white dragoness shook her head back and forth, eyes shutting tight as if trying to hold back the tears that would inevitably come.

The red and black female sat down beside her. She sighed, staring at the younger dragon that looked to be in pain, "Your mind, speak you must. Or tormented you will be."

"… sorry…" the white female mumbled, her throat tight.

Tilting her head, Ardera looked at her, "Understand, I do not."

"I never got to tell her sorry." Trinity suddenly sobbed, her shoulders heaving and her head dropping lower, "I'll never get to tell my mother sorry." Her nose was now inches above the liquid in the pool. Her breathe made the surface ripple a bit.

The older female laid her wing over the younger one, "Come."

A tear fell from the time dragon's eye, splashing in the pool. She shifted into a younger form just a little older than a hatching. She buried her little nose into Ardera's chest plates and continued to weep.

The guardian held the tiny dragon close, and looked back to where Trinity's tear had landed in the pool. She had to hold back a gasp. Two large, lifeless blue eyes filled the pool's surface. The picture swirled away, creating menacing yellow eyes staring from the dark shadows of a cave. A dark scarred muzzle was barely visible beneath the eyes.

A fearful voice filled Ardera's head as she stared at the chilling image, 'Why would you kill my mother to get to me?' It sounded like trinity, only the white dragon was still sobbing on the scarlet dragon's chest.

The image faded, leaving the surface looking like a tinted piece of glass. After a few moments of listening to nothing but the crying dragon, Ardera looked down to the shaking child.

An even quieter voice echoed in her mind, slightly startling the fire dragon, 'Your powers. Your element. Do not tell me you have yet to gain control over it.' It was the voice of the black dragon, answering Trinity's insecure question.

"A lot, you have been through." She finally spoke after a long silence, "All right, things will be."

Trinity turned her lime green, tear filled eyes up to the older dragon.

"Sad is the loss of a mother. Get better, things will. Father said once…" Ardera cleared her throat, attempting to rid herself of her accent for a moment, "Those who die go no further from us than the ancestors… And very near are our ancestors." Her accent gave way at the end, "Still with us, your mother is.

Trinity nodded silently, thinking, "I just wish she knew how sorry I am."

The red dragoness stepped away from the now quiet white dragon, and lowered her head to speak directly to the younger one, "Knows she does. And love you, she does." Ardera smiled softly, and then continued, "Fault was not yours, young one. Cave ins normal." She decided not to let on that she knew about the foreboding dragon from the Pool of Visions.

The fire dragoness watched the white child's eyes glance down in shame. She knew it was because Trinity had lied about her mother's death.

Ardera stood up straight, looking down on the little dragon, "Move on, you must. Be strong. And, for what is right, you fight." She nuzzled the time dragon's head once, before leaving her next to the Pool of Visions.

Trinity did not like lying. It almost hurt her to lie straight to the faces of all the guardians about her mother's death, but she did not want the others involved with her problems.

Head still lowered, the white dragoness returned to her original age and head outside. She was on a cliff side now; it looked as if it had once been a terrace. Closing her eyes and clearing her mind, she remembered her training with Ignitus.

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"You are very powerful for a white dragon of your age. I have a feeling that abilities passed down from many generations have accumulated into you, young Trinity." Ignitus walked around the a large room edged with many book shelves filled with records, "I want you to clear your mind, focus only one this room. Focus on its past. I want you to see the significance of this room."

Trinity closed her eyes, doing as the Chronicler told her. She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. An image began to form in her mind of the same dusty room she was in, only newer and brighter.

Confused, the white dragon opened her eyes, only she did not see Ignitus anywhere. Also, all the book shelves where gone, save for one. Startled, Trinity looked around the room some more and that is when she spotted him.

He was an old dragon with light, dusty grey scales that were probably once as bright as Trinity's white ones. He had large, pale yellow curved horns, like a ram. What interested Trinity were his markings. The same spots that dotted under his eye and on his thighs matched her pastel blue ones.

The old dragon lifted his head and looked right at the young dragoness, his pale blue eyes blinking, "You made it."

Trinity was taken aback. How did this dragon see her?

"What have you done to me?" she suddenly heard another voice growl.

The female spun around and spotted the dragon behind her, realizing the older white dragon had been looking right through her at this other dragon. It was a yellow dragon, male as well. His chest plates and wing webbing, as well as his horns and spikes were all a deep red color. He narrowed his electric yellow eyes at the old male dragon in the corner.

"Now Tulvus, calm yourself." The older dragon stood up. As he did, his form suddenly grew stronger; the dusty grey color left his scales and his labored breathing left. He was now standing before the other dragon as a young, healthy adult dragon.

Tulvus took a step back, for the first time Trinity noticed that he was almost transparent, and slightly glittering, "Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

"You will see." The first chronicler took a step forward, towards the electric guardian. Just before he did anything, he looked down a Trinity, his eyes a bright turquoise.

When their eyes met, Trinity could not help it, her eyes shut and she was sent spiraling back to the present.

She gasped, green eyes flying open. The white dragon looked to Ignitus, "This is where the first passing of the Chronicler took place." She said, still breathing hard, the eyes of the Great Time dragon still burned in the back of her mind.

Ignitus just nodded.

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Trinity was still on cliff edge, eyes closed. For some reason the Great Time Dragon's eyes, those beautiful turquoise eyes, gave her strange. Maybe it was seeing another white dragon, knowing that she had not been the only one. Whatever it was, it helped her focus.

She drew a long deep breath and let it out slowly. The image of the terrace in the past came to her mind. Opening her eyes, Trinity spotted the larger male dragon first. He was standing at the door of the temple, his scales a bright fiery red. It took a moment for her to recognize him as Ignitus before he gained the colors of the chronicler.

Then she looked to the middle of the circular terrace and there was the young Spyro. His eyes were shut and it looked like a little golden firefly was buzzing around his. Upon a closer look, she realized it was actually a dragonfly.

"Boy, this I gotta see." The dragonfly muttered.

Trinity tilted her head as she watched what went on.

"Just forget everything you thought you knew. Forget yourself! For only by forgetting, you will remember what your ancient blood already knows." Ignitus was telling the young purple dragon, "You can fly…"

Spyro's eyes flew open. He was now floating off the ground, wings beating. He struggled for a second, legs kicking.

That's when Trinity remembered what Zane had told me. Spyro grew up with dragonflies, thinking he was one, but he did not think he could fly because of his size.

The time dragon closed her eyes, breathing normally, and opened them again. She was once again on the cliff side. She looked out to the stars, feeling a bit lonely beneath them.

"What are you doing out here alone?" She heard someone ask from behind her.

Surprised, the dragoness spun around. Spyro was walking down from the door way, Cynder must have still been inside.

"How long have you been there?" Trinity asked.

"Well, I saw you go still for a while. Your eyes were open, but it looked as if you were staring at something that I couldn't see." He said as he stopped in front of her.

So that is what she looked like when she looked into the past. Like some weirdo trying to be a statue and staring of into space.

Trinity huffed, "I was just looking into the past of this cliff side." She said.

"You can see into the past?" The purple dragon asked, sitting down, "I mean, I held powers over time once before but all I could do was slow down time for a bit. But it exhausted me."

Smiling, Trinity shook her head. She had forgotten that Spyro was the rare purple dragon that could wield all elements; she was not completely alone.

"Yes, I can see into the past. I got to see you learning to fly for the first time. Was quite funny, actually." The white dragon grinned at the now shocked male.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" he asked.

Trinity pretended like she had to think about it, "I guess not."

Spyro sighed, "Thank you." He stared at her for a moment, making her squirm under the gaze of his amethyst eyes, "Have you tried doing that past thing with anything alive? Or can you only do it with places?"

"Well, I did try it on Ignitus, but I only accomplished giving use both a head ache." The time dragon laughed.

"Ignitus?" Spyro was suddenly on his feet.

"Oh!" She almost fell back in surprise.

"Oh… sorry… It's just, ever since his death… I just miss him a lot…" his amethyst eyes hit the ground, filled with pain.

Trinity tilted her head in confusion, "Then why don't you go see him?" she asked.

Their eyes met, his bewildered as well, "He's dead. How can I do that?" he asked, slightly annoyed as well.

"You mean you don't know? Ignitus became the next Chronicler. He saved me from drowning and mentored me in a few ways of the time dragon." As she spoke, an old light seemed to return to the hero's eyes.

"He's alive?" Spyro smiled, followed by a laugh, "He's seriously alive?"

Trinity nodded and the purple dragon suddenly hugged her, "Thank you! Thank you for telling me!" he said.

Then, he let go and started to run for the door, "Quick, Trinity! We have to tell the others!"

The white dragoness laughed a real laugh for the first time in a while, and raced to join the happy male as he ran inside.

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So I hope everything turned out good on this chapter, considering that I was literally hallucinating all day.

So, anyone wondering why The Great Time Dragon has the same spots as Trinity? Why Ignitus did not tell the others he was alive? What is Ardera going to do about the black dragon she saw in the vision(Shlade)?

I actually only know the answer to one of those questions. Sad right... just writing this as it pops into my head.

Well have a WONDERFUL day! :)