Author:

So sorry this seems a bit incomplete, but I had a gut-wrenching feeling my readers were loosing faith for waiting too long. Also, I am working on other works in the mean time. If you would like to revise the next chapter, feel free to ask. I need somebody to help me fix chapter prior to uploading anyway. Enjoy!

Again, there may be a few typos. Just pick the hairs outa the milk.

NO FLAMES. I HAVE AUTISM!

~~Two Famous Hatchlings. One Idiot Prince~~

The very next morning after the hatchlings of the heroes were born, Cynder cradles them against her belly with her tail, whilist they stretch out their neck to kiss her snout. The proud Purple Dragon sits before them, studying his twins, joyfully swaying his tail across the floor and smiling down at his children. They received grateful licks on their little necks from their mother. Aventus sits atop of his twin sister as they share their mothers warmth. Luckily, he wasn't heavy enough to crush his sister, and she was quite hardy for a 24-hour-old dragoness. Her tail was wrapped around his, as she enjoyed holding tails with her brother; it made her feel secure. Being a very shy young dragoness, she needed him.

As Spyro admired the beautiful children, he and his dragoness created with love, Spyro snapped his eyes open as he remembered a promise the guardians made to him mere days ago. "Oh, wait, Cyn," He began, gaining the attention of his life-mate.

"Yes?" Cynder asked.

"Cyril, Terrador and Volteer said they would be coming today. Do you think Dara and Aventus are ready to meet the guardians?" He asked, concern in his tone and expression.

Cynder craned her head down to her children and received a playful hug and bite on the neck from Aventus, gaining a smile from her, "Aventus is," She kissed him away, causing him to giggle and try and slap her face. It was then Dara's turn to show affection, giving her mother cautious licks on the snout. She wasn't as playful as her brother, "I don't know about Dara though." She admitted.

Spyro approached, craned his head down, and gave his daughter a tender nuzzle,"Poor girl. How did you develop this state of being? You didnt inherit it from your mother or I, that's for sure."

Cynder shrugged, "We do have ancestors, Spy. Her shyness could've been inherited from any number of them from my side or yours."

Spyro bit her on the neck flirtatiously, "Maybe we did something naughty that caused her condition," He smiled, "Drank or ate something we shouldn't have."

Cynder giggled and shook her head, "No, Spy. If so, Aventus too would have something wrong with him."

"We won't know until they're older, Cynder." Before any more words could be spouted, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it, Cynder," Spyro said as he got up and approached the stairs, leaving Cynder to warm the children. Once at the bottom of the stairs, Spyro answered the door, revealing the guardians, causing Spyro to shriek, "You guys came at the perfect moment. They emerged last night."

The guardians gasped in unison, their breaths harmonizing into one mighty gasp of joy.

"It borders on the miraculous, incredible and glorious ," Said Volteer.

"I say, are they healthy, Spyro?" Asked Cyril.

"We'd love to meet them. Could we see them?" Asked Terrador.

"Of course," Spyro said as he stepped aside and ushered them in. Spyro led them upstairs and into the bedroom. Cynder was so preoccupied in play-fighting with her children, she didn't notice their entry until Spyro spoke up, "Cynder, show them."

Cynder cocked her head up and faced them with a smile, "Come closer, guys, they just woke up."

The guardians approached slowly with intrigue. When their shadows consumed Cynder and the children, Aventus cocked his head up and studied the smiling guardians with wide eyes. "This is Aventus," Introduced Cynder with a peck on her son's little neck. He giggled and tried to slap her snout away.

After a moment of tilting his head and studying them, he removed himself from the warmth of his mother and sister and approached them with a skip in his step.

"Aww," Cynder moaned, "Aventus wants to meet you."

Aventus first stood before Volteer, who lowered his head to his height. The hatchling energetically sniffed his snout and neck, before putting two paws on his snout and sniffing the spot between the eyes. "Remarkable, extraordinary and adorable. An energetic, lively, vigorous Fear Dragon. And outgoing. Cynder he is beyond words," Volteer rambled.

"How do you know he's a Fear Dragon, Volteer?" Cynder asked, "He hasn't shown any signs of what element he'll have when he's older, nor has our daughter."

Volteer was cut off by Aventus biting the wrinkly skin of his snout, gaining a surprised and pained yelp from the guardian of electricity, "Ah! And a bit feisty, snappy, but spirited."

Aventus then left Volteer and approached Terrador. He immediately hopped onto the Earth Guardians snout, wrapping his front and hind legs around to stay secure, and sniffed between his eyes and around his face like a blood hound set loose to pursue prisoners. "Your boy is too curious, Cynder," Terrador chuckled, feeling discomfort. Terrador was then astonished as Aventus climbed over his head and sniffed down his back with his head rested on his scales "C-Cynder," Terrador trembled.

"Aventus, off!" Commanded Spyro.

His son then dismounted Terrador with a leap and began to study Cyril. Cyril looked down at him with a smile as Aventus sniffed up and down his front legs "He's a wonderful color, Cynder," He complimented, "As a guardian, I have warmed many Fire Dragon and Fear Dragon eggs to the day they've hatched, but none as bright and dazzling as Aventus."

When Aventus was done examining Cyril, he approached his father for a nuzzle, who willingly gave it.

It was then time for Cynder to introduce their daughter to the guardians. She nudged Dara so she lifted her head to meet the eyes of the guardians. The guardians took a couple of gigantic steps forwards and gathered around. Dara hung her mouth and hung her eyes at the sight of the three astronomical-sized dragons. She eventually began to whimper in fear and retreat under her mother's tail. She lifted her tail to leave her exposed.

"You don't have to be afraid of the guardians, baby," Cynder reassured. But her words fell on the deaf ears of their cowering daughter, who now hid behind her mother, shivering.

Aventus, at his father's feet, could hear her cries and scurried towards their mother. Behind their mother, Aventus stood before her. She curled up into a ball. He gave her licks on the face and neck until she stopped crying. Her eyes were still wet however, as he nudged her on her feet and wrapped his tail around hers. Her brother's company made her feel secure in this situation. All watched in amazement as Aventus escorted his sister out in the open and introduced her.

"Astonishing," Cyril began, dumbfounded by Dara's security with her brother, "Such a shy dragoness, yet...secure in her brother's company."

"This is our daughter, Dara," Introduced Spyro with a paw, as Aventus escorted her before the guardians. "Aventus, show Dara to Cyril," Spyro commanded.

Aventus half-dragged his sister towards the Ice Guardian. Cyril craned his head down to them and studied Dara, "She looks just like you, Cynder. Only her horns are much sharper and she's quite pale...but still gorgeous." Cyril came closer to study her further. She almost broke out in a whimper, but Aventus, sensing her insecurity, licked her neck to calm her as Cyril came closer.

"What element do you think she has, Cyril?" Asked Cynder.

"I...I think she might be a dragon of the speed in the air...a Wind Dragon," he answered.

Cynder pulled a hurt face, "You mean...they've both inherited their elements from me? I was hoping one of them could have one of Spyro's elements like Fire or Electricity or Ice or Earth."

"Fear not, Cynder, for there's still a chance. You have been exposed to the darkness and Spyro is the purple dragon," Terrador reassured.

"Do you think Aventus would have a secondary element?" Spyro asked.

"He could have fire, Spyro." Terrador then approached Dara and Aventus for examination. Dara was wide-mouthed and prone to cry. She would, if she weren't holding tails with Aventus. "I think Dara could have ice later in life, but I wouldn't get your hopes up. All other dragons can only bear a single element."

"Why are we still standing idly by lazy?" Volteer began, "We have to show Dara and Aventus to the dragons of Warfang!"

deviantMIND1: In the previous chapters, I forgot the describe Queen Enola's palace in detail. I will now.

Meanwhile, in the throne room of her palace, queen Enola sits on her large, lavishly-decorated stone throne, before a party of champagne-sipping, fine-dressed, buffet-devouring guests...Outside, the weather, as it was 75% of the year in Valdin, was horrible. Rain fall heavily from the low clouds, which consumed zeppelin towers and tall buildings. The docking tower on her palace, as well as a few floors beneath it, was consumed in dark clouds. All airships were grounded to their hangers, as they couldn't safely cling to a tower without being struck by lightning. And dreadwing messengers, which the trolls use as light couriers and even public transportation, were restricted to their stables in the small towns surrounding Valdin City.

Her palace also had two extensions: Two smaller, cylinder-like towers on either side of it, which had rooftops with small swimming pools, and were connected to the primary building with bridges. The rain fell so heavily, the swimming pools on the rooftops of the palace swelled up and water fell down around the towers like a waterfall. Most of the light of morning was blocked by the dark clouds; all but the lightning that lit the continent and the following thunder that shook it. Despite the furious and barely-survivable weather, trolls in rain jackets stormed through the half-flooded streets and took shelter in taverns and inns. Those who took refuge in inns could see posters on the walls saying, in bold, dazzling letters: Vaulta Stone-Fist's wife, Valari, has given him a son, Gavrin. Followed by smaller text detailing the glorious event.

In a lively, packed inn at the edge of the city, dozens gathered before one of these many gigantic posters, chattering amongst themselves. Not a troll alive wasn't familiar of the famous, animalistic general. He was as familiar to them as their queen.

"That poor baby's going to become a horned, animalistic monster like his father," A troll woman said, feeling sorry for young Gavrin.

"I'm surprised Valari didn't die having his child," Another said. "Must've been a tough woman. Gavrin could've been born with horns."

"He couldn't have," A stocky male began, "It doesn't say so in the details. Says here he's healthy, ten fingers and ten toes, healthy skin. He'll be fine."

Before long, all rotated as they heard the inns double doors slam open...They gasped at the entry of the queens unstable, 13-year-old, half-witted son...Zakan(zay-can) Carmeleon. He was a foot shorter than his tyrant of a mother, but bared her skin-color, only more pale, and small forehead horns, which she and her generals had for some unknown reason. His teeth were pearly white and naturally sharpened to a point. His hair was thin, blood-red and draped down his shoulders. He had solid magenta eyes surrounded by black eyeliner, tattooed on. He had dark grey lips, also tattooed on. As he breathed, he had a faint cackling and a very slight wheeze inside the sound of his breathing, which not even trolls, a majority of them anyway, have when they breathe. He wore tight, thick leathery pants with steel studs, and steel chain shirt. The rest of his body was concealed with a slightly transparent(See through.) dark red cloak. He was followed by two of his similarly-colored, heavily-armored body guards, wielding jagged one-handed maces and pistols, poised for anybody who would make a move towards the prince.

As the prince approached the bar with his guards, the crowd split in fear and kept their distance. "D-don't mind me, d-darlings, just getting a drink is a-all," He cackled as he and his two guards sat on the bar stools. The prince rose a clawed finger and ordered, "I-I will have a picardy and cola and one round of rum f-for me and my guards, please." He was a year short of the troll drinking age, but being a prince, the barman didn't care.

"Yes, my prince," The bartender nodded passionately as he went to prepare. He worked frantically as two conflicting emotions battled in his mind: Fear-he was they son of a tyrant and known to be unstable. And honor-he was preparing drinks for a prince and son of the ruler of his species. The bartender soon placed his picardy and cola in a glass before the prince and the tankards of rum to his guards.

As the prince and guards began to sip their drinks, one troll in the crowd muttered, "Wow...his hair and drink-choice is so queer."

"I heard that!" Snapped the prince towards the crowd. All put their hands behind their backs and acted as innocent as possible.

When the prince finished his 'queer' drink, he slammed the glass back on the bar. His eyes wondered to a nearby silver plate with slices of cream pie. He slammed a fist on the edge of the plate and sent one flying, which he caught with skill and gorges upon.

"He's is so obnoxious," Complained a troll woman in the crowd.

"What do you expect? He's the son of a tyrant...Enola," He said a male.

The prince was hungry and asked the barman, "I-I may feel tipsy after all these picardy and cola's. D-do you have food to sober me up?"

The barman was cleaning a tankard when he answered, "Yes, my prince, fish and fries."

The prince tilted his head, "W-what's that, barman?"

The Barman was dumbfounded that the prince couldn't understand plain English, "Fish and fries."

"Wassat, barman?" he asked faster than he last time.

The barman said as clearly as he could, "Fish...and...fries."

"Wassat, barman?"

All in the inn, save for his body guards, said in unison, "Fish and fries!"

The prince sported a happy face and raised a finger towards the air finally knowing what he's talking about, "Ooooh, fish and fries," he giggled, "Yeah, I'll have three of them for me and my fabulous guards. Thank you." The bartender rolled his eyes and went to prepare their meals.

A female troll pulled a disgusted face and whispered to another, "He's an idiot too."

The male she whispered to replied, "Yeah. I heard his mother, the queen, dropped him when he was baby."

The female pulled a hurt face, "The bitch."

In the throne room , a good half-hour later, The queen's right hand troll, general and royal physician, Doctor General Henshin, a one-eyed, long-black-haired, lime-green troll in a white overcoat , approached her throne. He stopped before it, silently asking to approach her. She signaled him over with a hand, sipping champagne with the other and stood just before her, "My queen, Valari and Vaulta say they're ready to present their son. They're bringing him upstairs right now."

Enola smiled weakly and nodded, patting him on the shoulder, silently telling him to move away as he was blocking her view, "That's good news."

"And about your son, Zakan..."

"Yes?" she asked, eyeing him.

"Well, he heard about the ceremony. We received a wire message saying he'll be here in less than hour," he replied.

The queen sighed angrily and planted her hand on her forehead, "That fucking son of mine. I don't know why, but everywhere, in nearly every occasion, he generally makes life miserable for everybody...And that speech difficulty of his, urg," she trembled, "What did I do wrong with him? I got the best quality sperm I could buy to grow him in my belly. And the fact that he's a...screwy child...makes me even more ashamed."

Henshin rubbed his arm nervously as he said unsteadily, "Well...you did drop him on his head when he was 6-months-old, your majesty. Brain damage can cause countless-"

"Shut up!" Enola snapped, "It was Valdin Victory Day. I was drunk out of my mind!"

"F-Forgive me," Henshin spoke up before scurrying away and browsing the buffet.

It was at that moment that Vaulta and his Valari, their son held against her breasts, emerged from one of the side doors and made their way to a chair next to the throne of the troll queen's, which she allowed them to use. That was Enola's cue to rise form her throne and introduce, "My friends and generals of undying loyalty, I present you," She motioned a hand to the couple and their child, "Gavrin Stone-Fish, the son of my most loyal servant, general Vaulta."

All gathered and clapped for the new family as Valari laid down on a chair before the guests. She then exposed Gavrin to the guests.

"Aww," They said in unison.

"He's adorable, Valari," One the female guests complimented.

"Wish I could have kids," Sobbed another female in the small crowd.

The joy spreading in the party was purged at the noise of the mammoth doors of the throne room groan open. A dripping-wet Prince Zakan and his guards entered. The prince then shook his soaking wet hair and cloak, unleashing a gallon of water all around. All stared awestruck as the prince approached Enola's throne.

One female gasped, "It's the queen's crazy son, Zakan."

Valari, knowing of Prince Zakan's instability, signaled her husband over to protect her, who sat next to her to comfort her "It's Zakan, baby."

"This one troll told me, her majesty dropped him on the head as an infant...He's more a screw-loose than I am," Vaulta whispered to her.

The dripping wet prince left his guards at the door and stood before his mother on her throne. He opened his arms and shrieked, "Ma," Standing before her. When she did nothing in response, he flapped his hand in an effort to signal her over. He was oblivious to the disgusted look on her face. "C'mon, ma, gimme a hug," He plead, laughing.

"I do not cuddle complete idiots, boy," The queen said black-heartedly.

The prince playfully scoffed and casted his mother's comment away and approached the buffet. He saw a gigantic plate of salmon steaks. He slammed an elbow down on the edge of it, sending them all flying. He caught one and the guests scurried to catch the remaining airborne delicacies.

The queen laid back in her throne and moaned in humiliation. "That's the last time I make a child with harvested sperm from an alchemist," she said before she belted the back of her head on her stone throne.

"What's going on?! Put some music on for ancestors sake!" Zakan spoke up. The parties DJ then put on "It Started With a Kiss" by Hot Chocolate, which boomed from the speakers hanging from the ceiling. and the walls. The prince put his hands on his hips and said, "Much better."

The queen the advised aloud, "Girls, if you want a child, get yourself a husband. Don't go to an alchemist and impregnate yourself," gaining a laugh from the guests and a scoff from the prince.

With a mouth full of apple pie, the prince snapped back at her, "Knock my fall yeh so gay, you can't 'cept a cock," With muffled speech from the pie.

And so the guests tried their best to ignore the stupid prince, and instead turned their attention to Gavrin, the baby of the most loyal general of the Valdin Kingdom. He was clawing at his mothers jugs, but she wouldn't dare feed him before the guests. He then got out of her seat and apologized, "Sorry, everybody, but I've got to feed him. He's such a calf," She giggled as she and her husband approached the side door, gaining a snicker form the guests and a cackle from the pigging-out prince. Even the queen, Enola, cackled at the breast-feeding joke Valari threw.

deviantMIND1:

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For those wondering why I haven't included Ignitus, he was killed in the last game and became the New Age Chronicler. Just play Dawn of the Dragon to the last, wait until the credits end, and there's a cut-scene showing so.

And for those wondering, no i am not obsessed with sex. I just don't know how to describe certain things any other way.

Message from JourneyofShadows, my editor: Okay, this was as much as I could do. Not many errors here, or many places I could add stuff, but still good nonetheless. Can't wait to revise the remainder of the Wedding.

Thanks for JourneyofShadows for proofreading