Spyro's POV

I wanted to go with Cynder and Brian but Terrador asked me to stay behind. He said that he and the other guardians were going to start training the recently freed dragons. And that I was needed to teach the Fire dragons, since we still haven't found someone to take Ignitus's place as the fire guardian. Amber surprisingly was the only fire dragon so I taught her how to use her element properly one one one. She learned quite fast that we got done for the day a few hours early.

Now that I was unoccupied I stood on a balcony overlooking Wa fang and started to ponder about certain things. One thought lead to another, and pretty soon I found myself thinking something odd:

Cynder, more specifically, our future together.

Why couldn't I Just do it! Why couldn't I just settle for walking up to her say "I love you, please be my mate"? I argued with myself internally about it. According to Terrador: that's all I had to do in order to become her mate if she accepts, but I felt like I was missing something. I didn't know what, but something.

"Uncle Spyro? Are you OK?" Forge's voice brought me back to reality. "I'm fine, just thinking about something." I replied, "But thank you for looking out for me." Forge looked up at me grinning. His smile is so cute.

"Uncle Spyro?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Can you teach me how to breath fire?" His question caught me off guard. I mean I know that he wants to learn as much as he can,But really? A two year old breathing fire? That had danger written all over it.

"I doubt it, not untill your a little older." I replied

"Can I learn now Please?" Forge begged as he started pulling on my front right leg.

"Alright!" I finally gave in, "But we better get Brian's permission first." That should hold him off for a bit.

"Yipee!"

Or not.

Brian's POV

"How did you beat me here?" Cynder asked me as she panted for air. She was exhausted from flying so hard, and I was a bit shaky too but not like she was. "Aerodynamics" I responded, I decided to continue due to her staring at me. "Air moves around my body more smoothly than your's can. And I just have bigger wings." Cynder nodded as she turned to look over the valley of Avalar.

"Brian?" Cynder asked after a long pause.

"Yes Cynder?"

"I, I don't know how to say it but, I mean I know I'm not evil anymore but, What am I? What kind of dragon am I?" Cynder asked. My mind raced for an answer She had a valid point. when she was freed from the dark master she kept her dark violet color and three new elements. My head perked up.

Of course!

"Cynder, Your a purple dragon, like Spyro." I answered, Cynder looked at me shocked.

"But the prophecies only told of one purple dragon! Spyro! so how am I one?" Cynder asked me, luckily I had a reply.

"The prophecies only told of one purple dragon being born" I pointed out, "Think about it Cynder, you classify as a purple dragon in more ways than one: You have mastered four elements, your scales are purple, AND you slayed the dark master just as much as Spyro did." I explained. I gave her a few moments to think it over.

"One thing still bothers me about that," Cynder quietly spoke, "Why wasn't I prophesied as well?"

"Simple," I replied, "Prophecies are made by glimpses and hints of the future. They are not completely accurate because the future is always changing." I explained, "I heard from a village elder once "If you move even a grain of sand, you forever change the course of history."

Cynder looked at me relieved, She grinned at me as a thank you, I grinned and nodded back as I looked over the valley again.

Bang!

I instinctively grabbed Cynder and pulled her down. That was a gunshot. Probably meant for us

Bang!

I needed to know where the shooter was, luckily as a sniper I was trained in counter sniping, how to find other snipers.

Bang!

The third shot rang out, I was ready. By using my echolocation I managed to pinpoint where the shots were fired from between myself and the gunshot's echo from a cliff to me.

"Brian! What's happening?" Cynder asked me, she was scared. Of course I was scared too, but I had training in guns, Cynder didn't.

"Were being shot at! Keep you head down if you want to stay alive!" I snapped at her, My training took over my mind as I plotted, and waited.

After a few minutes of adrenaline, my mind began to clear again. I started to mentally double check my data, Several things didn't make sense at all: One, no bullets hit anywhere near us. Two, Where I pinpointed them was in the middle of a clearing with no line of sight to where we were. Three, that gun sounded familiar somehow. . .

You've gotta be kidding me!

"Cynder let's go!" I took off flying towards the clearing, Cynder was right behind me.