As Spyro walked down the hallway, he reflected on what life had been like for him thus far. Following their return to Warfang, he and Cynder had been greeted with a hero's welcome. It had been an enormous celebration, stretching out to the entire Dragon City. It wasn't just been a time of celebration however. It was also a time of mourning. The city gave a memorial service to the late Guardian of Fire, Ignitus, who has sacrificed his life to ensure Spyro and Cynder reached Malefor. Spyro missed him terribly, and would always make sure that he visited Ignitus's memorial whenever he could.
As he and Cynder walked out of the hallway, and out into the large chamber beyond, they were greeted the sound of many voices chatting from all directions and the sight of many dragons around their age roaming around. As they made their way through the crowd, many dragons noticed them instantly. It was hard to blend when you had saved the world from destruction, especially when one of you was a purple dragon.
"Hey Spyro! Hey Cynder!"
"How're you doing?"
"You guys busy later?"
"Wanna hang out this afternoon?"
It was the usual banter that the two dragons heard every day. Life at Warfang's Dragon Academy was always busy for any student attending. It was where young dragons were taught the elements and history by the Guardians themselves. The Dragon Temple had originally filled that purpose, but after its' destruction during the war against the Dark Master, the Academy was put to use.
It wasn't surprising that everyone wanted to be around Spyro and Cynder, to be around the two dragons that had saved the world. They tried to be on good terms with the other students, but they had never really accepted any offer to hang out with any of them.
They walked through the crowd until they reached the door leading outside, and were greeted by a cool morning breeze, a blue sky and bright sunlight. The Acdemy's grounds were surprisingly vast, seeing that the complex was based in the centre of Warfang.
at the academy's Great Hall. Hundreds of dragons sat at the formation of tables that stretched across the room, chatting to one another as their voices echoed throughout the vast space of the hall.
The purple dragon and the black dragoness both scanned the room, examining all of the dragons who sat at the tables. Their eyes stopped as they noticed the empty space at the end of the table at the right edge of the room. As they moved towards the end table, several other dragons turned their heads from their breakfasts or conversations to greet them, or simply watch as they walked by. The usual thing the happened whenever the two were in the Great Hall.
The two dragons sat down at the empty seats, scanning the table in front of them. There sat an assortment of food, from plates of meat to bowls of fruit. There was also a number of baked goods as well, such as bread and biscuits. Spyro quickly grabbed an apple from the nearest fruit bowel, while Cynder reached out and took a peach, The purple dragon wasn't really feeling that hungry, and by the looks of things, neither did his friend.
Well... more than friends actually.
Cynder was so much more to him than that, though it seemed obvious given how they shared the same bed (not that any of the other students knew that). The two dragons had been through a lot together. From when Spyro freed her from Malefor's influence, to when they stood together and triumphed over the Dark Master himself.
It was then, as the world broke apart around them, did it happen.
"I know what I need to do. Just get out here Cynder!"
"Spyro, no... You don't have to do anything! Let's just go!"
"Where, Cynder? They'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart! But I think I can stop it. I think I'm meant to."
She stared into his eyes, her own filled with understanding. "Then I'm with you."
As he concentrated all of his strength and energy, her words having given him the determination to do so, she said it. Those three words.
"I love you."
"Spyro? Yoo-hoo! Anyone home? Hellooo?"
The purple dragon snapped out his memory as a new, yet familiar voice called him back into the present time. He hadn't bitten into his apple yet, which was still sitting in his paw. As he looked around in the direction the voice came from, he immediately saw a small, glowing ball of golden light hovering in front of him.
"Sparx!" Spyro exclaimed, happy to see his dragonfly companion. "How are you doing?"
"Oh, me? I've been fine. Voice hasn't changed at all though, so I guess that's a plus!"
Spyro couldn't help but smile at his dragonfly friend/ foster brother. He had known Sparx all his life, after the dragonfly's parents found his egg that fateful day. They had been through a lot together, from the very start when Spyro left the swamp to find out who he was; to when he, Cynder and Ignitus went to confront Malefor themselves. Spyro was certain that if he could, Sparx would have been there with him and Cynder at the very end.
The purple dragon bit into his apple as Sparx turned his attention over to the black dragoness beside him, who had just swallowed. "Oh yeah, and uh... hi Cynder." he said akwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"It's nice to see you too, Sparx." Cynder smiled, before taking another bite out of her peach
Spyro swallowed the piece of apple he had been chewing. "What have you been up to then, Sparx? Anything going on?"
"Ah no, not really." Sparx replied casually, "Just same old, same old." His mouth suddnely formed a devious smile. "I'm the one who should be asking that question." he smirked, "What have you two lovebirds been up to together lately? Anything... interesting?"
Cynder let out an agitated groan, while Spyro simply rolled his eyes in annoyance. Sparx had been teasing them since they announced to him their realtionship, and while it at first caught them completely off guard and now left them stuttering for an answer, now it just got annoying and repetitive.
"For the last time Sparx," Cynder muttered in annoyance, narrowing her eyes slightly, "no. We haven't been doing anything."
The dragonfly laughed. "Alright then." he said sarcastically, as if he didn't believe them (though he did), "I'll take your word for it."
After that, Spyro, Cynder and Sparx continued to talk as the hustle and bustle of the hall continued around them. As they did, Spyro thought to himself what he would do with Cynder that day. Classes were off for two days, giving students all the time they wanted to do as they please, as long as they took some of that time to complete assignments given to them by the Guardians. Spyro intended to get around to that later. For now, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with his friends.
"Spyro. Cynder." a new voice suddenly sounded from behind the two dragons and the golden dragonfly, causing them to turn round. Standing in front of them was a tall green dragon, obviously of the earth element, wearing a set of armour over his chest and a helmet on his head.
"Forgive me for interrupting you," said the Warfang city guard continued, "but I'm to deliver a message to your from the Guardians. They wish to see the two of you immediately."
"What is it that they want us for?" Cynder asked. The guard shook his head in response.
"I am sorry Cynder, but it is in my orders not to indulge that information with you. The Guardians will explain everything to you."
Spyro and Cynder glanced over to each other. Whatever the Guardians wanted, having a guard sent to inform them most likely meant it was important. That and the fact that the Guardians had asked for their presence specifically in a long time.
"Alright." Spyro nodded to the guard, "Where are the Guardians right now?"
"They are in their council chamber." the guard responded, "Follow me, I will escort you." With that he turned and began to head out of the dining hall. Spyro and Cynder glanced at each other before following him.
Sparx meanwhile, hovered there idly, watching as the three dragons walked off. "Oh boy." he murmured to himself "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" With those words said, he flew off to catch up with his two friends and the guard, and to see exactly what the Guardians wanted.
OK guys, I am sorry for the long wait, but college is busy and I've been distracted by other interests. Sorry if Sparx isn't written that well and if the chapter gets weak at the end, but we're just getting started! So stay tuned!