Unknown's (To you readers at least) POV

"Dix, you'll really think someone will come to that distress call mate?" I holstered my revolver as I turned to one of my men. He was an Australian with the accent and everything.

"I hope so Jim old friend." I replied, "If not, there's no chance of us surviving." I looked at our small group: Papa Jack and Marcel were attempting to make a signal fire. Huxley, Frank, and Jim worked at making us a shelter. Our VIP (Very Important Person) was trying to wash her face. I picked up everyone's canteen and walked over to a nearby river to fill them.

On my way back to our campsite I saw something move in the trees. I instinctively dropped the canteens and pulled out my M16. "Who's there?" I asked, when I saw more movement I pumped the shotgun attachment under the barrel as a warning.

"Hold your fire. It's good to see you again sir." A voice came out of the bushes. I flinched, Only one person called me 'Sir', but he died five years ago! I had to make sure.

"What was our sniper's favorite rifle?" I asked, only people he knew know that.

"M14 with a 12 power scope Sir" Came the reply. I lowered my rifle. If that's who I think It was, I'll be d*****.

"Come on out." I sighed, instead of a ghost or demon a dragon came out of the bushes.

Yeah, A ******* dragon. But when I looked it in the eyes I knew it was him.

"Brian?"

"Yes sir."

I was speechless.

Brian's POV

Dixon sighed as he placed his hand on his forehead, he really didn't know what to think. Well, neither would I in his shoes. He looked at me like he was going to say something but just let out another breath. Finally after a few minutes of awkward silence I spoke again.

"Sir, with all due respect this isn't the best place to explain what's happened for the past two years." Five." he interrupted. "What?" "Five, you die- went missing five years ago, not two." He explained as he bent down to pick up the canteens he dropped. I walked closer to him and covered his shoulder with my wing.

Dixon was the ranger who dug me out of the plane wreck when I was still young. Afterwards, he became my adoptive father. So learning that I was no more must of really torn him inside, and then five years later learning that I was alive but now a dragon. And I'm afraid that's just the tip of the iceberg.

"Thank you Brian, You don't know how much I've felt something and thought it was you putting your hand there to comfort me." His voice became less gruff, as he turned to grin at me. As soon as he realised what he was doing he chuckled, "First time I've felt truly happy in some time, Forgot how good it feels."

"Well come on general Jolly, I know a place where you can set up camp for the night not too far from here." I teased him. He shoved me towards the stream in an effort to get back but only succeeded in getting my rear left leg wet. I grinned at him, his response was two words: "Aw Crud" Then I knocked him into the stream.

"Dix? Quit screwing around mate and get back here! I need a hand!" Someone shouted from nearby. We were so caught up in our father-and-son moment that we forgot about the rest of his team. Oops.

"I'll take care of your intro, wait here." Dix instructed as I nodded. He picked up the canteens and walked back to the camp. Casually he set the canteens down. "Alright boys listen up," He announced, "I've got some good new and bad news for you: Good news is that there is a cave not far from here that we can set up for the night in. Bad news is that this world is inhabited by dragons, I saw one." "So we're doomed?" "Nope, rather the opposite really." Dixon joked, the others looked at him confused. "Did you make a joke Dix? You haven't made a joke since Brian passed away." Huxley asked, depression came over the others. I guess my "death" must of hurt all of them.

"He isn't dead guys." Dix told them, they mistook it for wishful thinking telling him that I was indeed dead. Finally he asked them to set their guns down and let me show myself. They did though they didn't understand why when I came out of the bushes however that all changed. . .

Spyro's POV

"Focus Amber, feel the heat in your veins. Let the flames guide your actions, and breath with it." I instructed her. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths with a little fire leaving her mouth each time. I was trying to teach her how to envelop herself in fire so she could comet-dash. She was trying very hard to get it right but she always lost control of her fire to soon. Now i was trying to help control the fire better, but unfortunately, the results were the same.

"I give up." Amber sighed in defeat as she started to walk over to the shadows exhausted from our training. All I could do is sigh as well, Even though she was free now, the humans brutality she suffered from was still present. You could tell by how she is shy and how easily she let's go of hope. I wish I could help her more, a lot more.

Suddenly I heard her gasp and a flash of fire. I instantly turned around to see what scared her, only to find her shocked looking at a training dummy that had been reduced to ashes.

"Did I do that?" She stuttered, fearing her own power.

"Yeah! Remind me to never surprise you again" Sparx replied as he flew out of the dummy control booth. Please tell me he didn't just do what I think he did.

"Sparx, did you activate that dummy?" I asked hoping I was wrong.

"Yeah, I thought it was what Brian would do." He explained.

"Scaring her to death?" I asked.

"Proving to her that she can use her element?" Sparx asked back, he had a point there.

"You know what else Brian would do Sparx?" Amber asker a small grin on her face.

"What?" Sparx replied, I didn't know what she was getting at until she licked her chops. She stalked towards him low to the ground as if she was hunting him. And he was STILL clueless.

"Have fun, I'm gonna go find Terrador." I said as I left the arena and closed the door. Sure enough, Sparx screamed like crazy running away with Amber right behind him. I couldn't help myself but to roll on the floor laughing.