spyropik: Hey readers! I know it's been a long time since I updated... (dodges pie) Okay, a really long time, but here's the next chapter! (dodges more pies) Why don't you just read it... (runs away)


Chapter 2: The Vacation (and a Surprise)

As you may or may not remember, Cynder and Spyro had just arrived in Warfang to reunite with the elders. They had flown days and days to get to Warfang. When they got there, the first person to see them was Hunter.

"Spyro, Cynder!" Hunter cried out. "How are you doing?"

"We're doing fine," Spyro replied, "but we need to see the elders."

"Of course," Hunter said, and proceeded to take them to the elders, talking about how he – and most of the rest of Warfang – thought they were dead. "We missed you so much!"

"Relax, Hunter, it's only been three weeks," Spyro said with a chuckle.

"Three... weeks?" Hunter questioned, with a dazed look. "But it's been..." However, he was cut short by their arrival at the dragon temple. Volteer happened to be on guard duty at the time, and when he saw Spyro and Cynder, he ran inside and got the others.

"It's Spyro... and Cynder!" Volteer said, speechless for one of only five times in his life.

All of the guardians, minus Ignitus (considering that he was the Chronicler), rushed out to meet Spyro.

"Spyro!" Terrador exclaimed. "You're back!"

"We thought that you didn't survive!" Cyril said.

"But it's only been three weeks!" Spyro protested, as he had told Hunter.

"Hmm..." Terrador inspected Spyro all around. "Have you hit your head recently?"

"No, why?" Spyro asked, cocking his head.

"Because it's actually been..." However, Terrador was cut off by Cyril exclaiming, "Cynder, I didn't notice you!" In fact, Cynder had been quite quiet when Spyro was talking to the guardians.

"Hello, Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer," Cynder said.

"Pleasure to see you again," Volteer exclaimed. "As my mother used to say..."

Before he could get further than that, Cyril froze his maw shut. "So, what are you planning to do next, considering you've saved the world?"

Spyro started to answer, but Cynder interrupted. "I think we'll take a vacation."

Somehow, Volteer had melted the ice on his mouth, and he started talking again. "Ah, a vacation. Always entertaining, interesting, and the food is great!" He opened his mouth to start another sentence, but catching a glare from Cyril, he said, "I think I'll start calling agents." And with that, he rushed away.

"Say, how is Ignitus?" Terrador questioned. Craning his neck around, he looked behind Spyro. "Where is he?"

"Well," Spyro said uneasily, "there's no other way of putting this, so I'll just tell you. He didn't make it." A stunned silence fell as the two guardians contemplated this. "I'm sorry," Spyro said.

Terrador let out a huge sigh. "Ignitus would want you to know this."

"Know what?" Spyro asked.

"Do you remember how you were one of the gathered eggs for the Year of the Dragon?"

"Yes," Spyro ventured curiously.

Cyril continued where Terrador left off. "You were the only egg that originated there." Spyro's heart skipped a beat. "Ignitus was your father. He was going to tell you when you were sixteen, but... Spyro, are you okay?"

Spyro had collapsed into a pile on the floor. The last thing that he remembered before blacking out was Cynder and the guardians looking over him, with Cynder saying, "Spyro, are you okay?


So, another chapter completed. How much time has passed since Spyro defeated Malefor? What does Volteer's mother usually say? How does Volteer know about vacations? How many agents are there in Warfang? Who is Spyro's mother? And who are Cynder's parents? How old is Spyro? Why am I asking you so many questions? Why won't you stop throwing pies at me? (dodges another pie)

Anyways, there's an anagram in the story. A cookie to whoever can get it. Nah, I'll give you a king-size chocolate bar.

~spyropik