A/N:
Moneybags is not remorseful. This is not okay. Spyro does not forgive him. This is okay. There won't be any revenge because Spyro is a traumatized kid, and he's tired. He's just rather not see Moneybags ever again. But there will be some sort of justice - on Spyro's terms. Avalar doesn't have a justice system per se, but they heavily believe in the abused party having part in choosing justice.
What's an action scene lmbo.
Yes, this is being left open-ended, but I am not currently planning a sequel. I may do future one shots so keep on the look out for those!
Even though there's no planned sequel, here's some notes: Year Of The Dragon would probably take place a little after the one-shot Growth, so Spyro would be alternating between bipedal and quadrupedal. It would also probably have some focus on Spyro learning other elements (the guardians from TLOS are in this universe! It's rare for dragons to be of different elements or multi-element, as it takes factors of dragon type, possibility of elemental, and ability to channel that element. Fire is the base of most dragons (like 95%). Also, female dragons would be more present.
Some time later. . .
The following weeks had gone by like a whirlwind.
Avalar didn't have a justice system like the dragon worlds, but it still had a vaguely similar set up. A representative from each main world who volunteered would listen to the victim's claims first. If they had other back up witnesses with testimony, all the more. The accused had a right to come forwards and defend themselves, and draw upon their own witnesses.
Moneybags did not come forward.
Once the verdict given, the victim had right to weigh in and give the final approval on the punishment for the guilty.
Moneybags was greedy, and arrogant. And Spyro wanted nothing to do with him.
Ultimately, any title he had had was stripped from the bear, his money and deed taken, and he would spend years imprisoned.
His paws were to be shackled.
If he showed any remorse, any understanding, then he could be released for a time to a world of The Professor's choosing, where he would work for his right to own a home and obtain food. He would not be allowed to pursue for greater payment nor could he hoard money. He would be allowed necessities, and nothing more.
That was only if the bear showed remorse. And so far he hasn't.
Spyro didn't want to see them put on the manacles. He didn't want details of confinement, or anything else. He would not wish for suffering, but understanding.
(There was talk of sending him to a different realm entirely, but then what if he hurt others?)
Basically, Spyro didn't want anything to do with Moneybags anymore, and trusted that Avalar would get their act together and properly deal with him.
And they were getting their act together. Officially, each lesser world would have a leader, who reported to an official of their home world. Those homeworld leaders would then confer with one another. This way, when danger arose, they could communicate effectively and deal with it together. The Professor was given an honorary title of 'Administrative Advisor', and would willingly confer to help pass laws or judgements.
As this was being set up, the dragons were consulted on what to do with Ripto. It was a long process, and as much as Spyro enjoyed safely exploring Avalar with his new friends, he just wanted to go home.
So he did.
Delbin scooped him up and left Lindar and Tomas in charge of the group in Avalar. He held Spyro like when he was a hatchling, small and curled. He was much heavier now, not just physically, but Spyro nuzzled contentedly and sighed.
"I love you, very much," Delbin said, smoothing Spyro's frill.
"Love you too," Spyro murmured. He was falling asleep.
It was night as they ventured down the Artisan hills. The sheep bleat quietly as they grazed. Delbin took him to one of the temple homes, giving a slow nod to each dragon he passed.
Their little dragon was home.
Almost a year later. . .
". . . then I kicked his skinny butt!" Hunter jumped and kicked, flourishing it with a spin.
Elora laughed brightly and Spyro snorted. They were walking along the Professor's beach (stumbling, in Spyro's case, as his wings seemed to outgrow him).
"So how have things been in the Artisan lands?" Elora asked ducking under Hunter's paw. He had taken to ruffling her hair lately.
Spyro perked up. The little bit of sea glass adorned on his horn twinkled with the movement. "Well, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you guys about; we have a festival coming up and I wanted you to join!"
"A festival?" Hunter grinned.
Elora clapped her paws. "That sounds wonderful! What's it for?"
Spyro galloped ahead a little and quickly turned to them, talking animatedly. "It's called The Year Of The Dragon! The next generation of eggs are gonna hatch, and it only happens once every one hundred years, so it'll be my first time. . ."
The sun shone warmly above the three companions, happy.