Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Confucius

Dixon's POV

When we finally reached the mine, my "partner" started asking all sorts of questions about what was found.

Turns out that when the miners were working, one of the mole diggers accidently broke through a wall and into some sort of underground building. The chamber was supposedly lined with guards still living. So in their panic, the workers sealed the hole and made a run for it. That's why they sent a request for warriors, to combat the undead guards.

The thought of facing the undead was all it took to cause my archivist companion to flee in fear; I on the other hand, wanted to solve it as soon as possible, so I requested to be let in. The chief of operations was hesitant at first but finally agreed.

As soon as I stepped in and was wished luck by one of the workers, I looked at the "guards" with my torch. I could hardly believe my eyes, I was looking at a suit of knight's armor, made for a human. The more I looked around the more the whole place screamed "Knights in shining armor." Full coats of arms lined the chamber, vigilantly guarding as if kings walked the same hall.

What was this place? The whole thing screams human but humans never existed here before. Or so the locals believed, on the stone walls there were carvings depicting dragons, knights in armor, and cheetah warriors fighting together against an unseen enemy. The next carving showed what looked to be a king bowing before five dragons who were bowing in return.

As I looked at each carving it became clear to me that they were telling a story, snapshots of humans and how they lived. Farming, horseback riding, and fishing scenes were accompanied by scenes of sporting events and feasts. The humans in the carvings clearly socialized with the realm's other inhabitants, so what happened to erase them from existence?

The next carving seemed to hold the answer; it depicted a volcano erupting with a dark dragon spreading his wings above the chaos. Many knights fought valiantly alongside Dragons and cheetahs, but that is where the clues ended. The last stone carving showed two figures, a knight, and someone in hooded robes standing together. Magic in the hooded man's hands.

A large rotten wooden door blocked my way and I was forced to kick it down. Beyond the door was a meeting chamber of some sort, a large stone table surrounding a huge fire pit. Using the torch in my hand I relit the fire pit, the flames casting its dancing lights across the room.

Now that I could see better I took a closer look at the table and the chairs around it. Interestingly, in the back of each chair, a name was engraved on each, Sir Fredrik the Strong, Sir William the Wise, the list went on and on until I found one unique from the rest.

King Charles IV the Fair, The throne of a king, was this place a castle or palace? This is going to be one heck of a long report.

"Even when the truth is buried by stone and death, in time, again it's revealed."

The unexpected voice caught me off guard causing me to instinctively draw my pistol on the source of the voice.

A human weakly walked into the chamber, his skin was deathly pale, and his hair thin and grey, dressed in a suit of chainmail and a blue tunic, a sword laid in its sheath at the man's hip.

"Who are you, what is this place?" I asked. I hope he isn't going to have me guess the Holy Grail.

"I am Sir Robin the Young, the last living Knight of King Charles' Order of the Guard, and you are standing in the Hall of Knights. A shield against the forgetfulness of centuries." The elderly man explained as he examined me.

"You are strangely dressed, for a knight. My, how things must have changed over the years."

"How many years?" I asked, "And how did you survive for so long without food or water?"

"Since my fair king ordered us to remain and protect our people during their exile, when the Dark Master rose to power." The knight answered as he continued to examine my gear.

"That was some ten thousand years ago! No way that's possible!" I exclaimed, guess that's one more thing to rack up to magic messing around with the laws of physics.

"Has it really been that long?" The elderly knight asked. "I'm surprised that the spell has lasted this long."

"Spell?" Yep magic, dangit.

"Out of all the order of the Guard, I was the youngest. Despite our order's efforts to combat the Dark Master, we were losing the war. Then there was a prophecy, a promise, that gave many people hope." Robin explained.

"The legend that upon the year of the dragon, another purple dragon would be born to silence the Dark Master. In order to fulfill our mission to our king, the order's wizard cast a powerful spell on me so I may wait until then."

"Spyro, you were waiting for him." I asked.

"You mean the year of the dragon has come? Tell me, did the purple dragon succeed?" The surprised elderly knight asked.

"Brace yourself, because the prophecy was only partly true." I explained what happened with Spyro, Cynder and even described the final battle. . .

Brian's POV

Spyro and Cynder wanted to show us where they were going to settle down. Unfortunately the guardians were too busy so it was just Spyro, Cynder, Sparx, Amber, Shade, and myself who could make it.

"So this is where you two wanted your new home eh?" I asked, "Can't argue with that."

"Yeah, prime Real Estate right here," Sparx sarcastically agreed, "With the closest Dragonfly village on the other side of the forest! I mean, come on bro! you get the girl but I have to go one a three day journey through the forest to get one for myself?"

"Sparx, you can either settle for a three day journey to a date, or a three hour journey to the dentist, take your pick." I threatened while bearing my teeth.

Sparx stayed quiet.