Spyro's Children and the Red Prince

by deviantMIND1

Cynder lays Spyro's eggs and all await joyfully to see their children emerge. However, A race of humanoid trolls and their royal family have their eye on the Dragon City. Will Spyro's Daughter find true love? Is the troll prince good, or evil like his mother? SpyroXCynder OCxOC. Adult situations, mature humor, moderate violence. STORY IS BETTER THAN SUMMARY.

11. J'avias Match Making Services

~~J'avias Match-Making Services~~

Author/deviantMIND1:

Before we get started, I'd like to thank some people. They are the reason I still write today and haven't walked in front of a truck.

Iceclaw14.

JourneyofShadows.

OneToBeFeared.

Oh and Rosalyn J'avias, the matchmaker, doesnot belong to me. She belongs to JourneyofShadows.

Oh and this chapter will be more written for Dara. And there will be my usual dirty comedy in here, but with a bit more difference and originality than my other jokes.

And are my stories too long and have too-wide vocabulary? Please tell me when you review. I might make this story 20 chapters long.

Hours went by since Dara almost fell victim to a drunken bachelor Karlotta recommended to her. Aventus held her through the night in an attempt to purge her crying. But after hours of seeing her in a now-softly crying state, he felt he wouldn't see the end of it. Luckily, his massaging sent her into slumber by dawn.

It was sunrise. While nearly every dragon, cheetah and mole in Warfang, Avalar and Twilight Falls was slumbering, the Courageous Minge and Hardon Purger zeppelins were approaching Anglantine's Hand. Prince Zakan's crew was following the Hardon Purger with Vaulta aboard. For

some reason, Enola wouldn't let her son lead the pursuit for two escapees. Thus all information was forwarded to General Stone-Fist.

As the Courageous Minge and Hardon Purger near Anglantine's Hand, the helmsman, substituting for Jester, froze as the craft pierced the clouds and the hand-shaped sinister island was now clearly visible.

"By...the...gods!" the helmsman trembled. Soon, the mere thought of even flying over the continent put ice in his veins. He gave the wheel a violent spin right and throttled forward on all the left-hand-side engines: the only way to sharply turn it. All the crew rolled over and fell from their unsecured seats as the world from their perspective seemed to be at an awkward angle and slid to the lower side of the bridge.

Aboard the Hardon Purger, Vaulta and his crew are awestruck as the Minge breaks away "Coward prince! That lady-boy cannot let me face this place alone!" growled Vaulta.

Aboard the Minge, the navigator climbs towards the traumatized and delusional helmsman, struggling as the craft bounced in the wind changes. He grasped the back of the helmsman's seat and yelled, "Are you nuts? You're gonna kill us!"

"I'm saving us. I'm not becoming a host for that undead queen!" retorted th helmsman aloud back at him with a malicious look.

The navigator was left choice-less but to give the helmsman a furious punch on the side of the head, spinning it and knocking him cold. He unbelted him from the seat and liberated it by pushing his cold-out body from it. He belted himself in, balanced out the throttles and spun the wheel to the left until the rudder L/R needle was in the neutral position and the craft was flying level.

"Gods!" gasped the new pilot aloud "What a lunatic!"

Prince Zakan and Jester, holding his 7-string semi-acoustic guitar by the neck, bursted through the flight deck door, panting. "Did we fly into a storm or something?!" asked Jester aloud with a panic

Zakan gasped and shed a tear when he saw the helmsman on his back drooling "No! Darling!" he cried as he rushed towards him. He lifted his head onto a hand and then snapped his head around to maliciously eye the new pilot "What did you do to him?!"

keeping a hand on the wheel, he pointed a hand to the knocked-out troll on the floor "This moron almost killed us all, the superstitious bastard."

The prince stood up "What do you mean 'superstitious bastard?'" he asked with slight concern.

The new pilot pointed towards the evil-hand-shaped island, slowly enlarging as they approached. Red smoke emerged form the volcano and heavy waves consumed the beaches with every hit and pounded the cliffs.

While the pilot kept the Minge flying strait, Zakan and all the other crew stood before the glass and gasped at the island before them "Anglantine's Hand!" The prince breathed heavily as he approached the radioman and his machine "Darling, radio Vaulta! I wanna know why he's lead us here of all places."

"Yes, my prince." the radioman frantically turned knobs and pulled sliders to match the frequency of the Hardon Purger's radio "And put that freak on speakers!" The funnel-shaped speakers on the ceiling of the flight deck hissed to life with the flick of a switch and he handed the mouthpiece to Zakan "Vaulta! Why have you lead us to Anglantine's Hand?! This place is the final resting place of the trolls of the early Valdin Kingdom and the apes of Gaul."

Vaulta's breathing was very shingly and raspy before he responded in his usual tone, "Her majesty has pinpointed the location to this island," his voice raised, "We cannot let a religious garbage belief and wild imaginings stand in our way!"

"This place is proven to be haunted, ships and zeppelins have gone missing and found wrecked here with no signs of battle at all. The dragons wouldn't set foot here with an army of hundreds, much less us with two zeppelins full of trolls."

Vaulta took another raspy breath before growling, "We trolls are mighty creatures, Zakan! Dragons are just smart animals at most. That is why they wouldn't set foot here. Besides, we're just going to apprehend or kill Gavrin and Karl, preferably apprehend so I can teach that boy a lesson about loyalty to his race and country...and give that doctor a beating for touching my wife."

"Fine!...but the minute we have Gavrin and Karl we put this place to our rudder and never return. Got it?"

Vaulta took another breath "...Understood, Prince He-She." Vaulta signaled to his radioman to pull the plug and the speakers aboard the Minge snapped and naught but a hiss could be heard, leaving the prince with a wide-mouth

"That queen's footstool just called me a he-she!" he crossed his arms "If he weren't so precious to my mom, I'd blow him outa the sky."

"And Dr Karl Henshin didn't touch his wife. He delivered their baby while Vaulta was away. I read all about it," informed the new pilot.

"My prince," the radioman gained Zakan and Jester's attention. "General Vaulta's orders have just been forwarded. He says we need to guard Anglantine's Hand, while he and his conscripts scour the ruins and the temple for the fugitives."

Zakan face-palmed and sighed. "Once again, we have to stand watch while my mom's #1 man reaps all the benefits."

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As the sun as barely rising, and her brother was slumbering away, Dara was restless. She was almost violated last night after all. She was laying against his belly with his legs wrapped around her torso, when she turned to him and nudged him awake. "Brother."

Aventus snorted awake, "Er wah what?"

"There's something I gotta tell you about last night, Aventus."

"What time is it?" Aventus asked, too tired from all his panicking and heroism last night.

"Shh! I don't wanna wake mom 'n' dad." She used her tail to turn his head to look him in the eyes. "Last night...I got Electricity."

Aventus shook his head and concentrated on her "Electricity!" he said far too loud for Dara's comfort.

"Shh!"

"Sorry...But you learned Electricity...just like that...when Vuniel tried to rape you?" he look of concern and curiosity soon turned to a smile and a weak laugh "You're joking." he let out a yawn and returned his head to the pillow "Nice try, sis."

"I'm not kidding," she said desperately. "I felt really angry and really scared when he was on top of me. Then I felt a shocking feeling going form my head to pelvis and then I electrocuted him. Then an explosion happened between us and he flew up and hit the ceiling, while I barely stung from it." She began to giggle "It was funny...I made him pee himself and shoot his load all over his room." She turned back into seriousness "But if I didn't learn Electricity...he would've been done with me before you got there and I would've laid his eggs by now. I didn't take the contraceptive syrup you gave me last night."

"By our ancestors!" gasped as he shimmied over and embraced her in his arms and laid his head on her neck. She did the same with him. Soon she sobbed softly into his belly scales "Hey-hey-hey. Shh-shh-shh." He gave her a pat on the back. He wrapped his tail with hers and swayed them until she stopped. When she did he asked, "Hey, sis...if you learned Electricity Breath that easily...do you think that I could learn one of dad's abilities the same way?"

"Dunno. But it's possible you'll learn it the same way I did: in a situation of danger and desperation."

He yawned. "Lets go back to sleep, sis. It's past midnight."

"I can't sleep. Can you gimme a massage."

"For Sure," he approved as he rolled her so she was facing away from him and began to rub her back.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the bonding and complimented, "You're the best."

The two sibling snuggled and returned to slumber and a few more hours flew by. When they returned to reality, they could hear the market bustling and mindless chatter from outside the house. And the sunlight penetrated the the skylight and shone upon them. Aventus was facing it directly, sleeping back to back with Dara, and squinted fully awake. He got up and stretched and nudged Dara awake. They decided to check on their parents in the master bedroom. When they stood in the doorway and saw their parents asleep, they snickered as they thought of one their devious ways to wake them.

He Dara, "Aventus whispered into her ear-hole, "Lets make out with mom and dad lie we used to when we were ten." He tried his best not to laugh.

Dara smiled widely as she giggled at her brother's idea "Yeah. Let's do it."

"Alright...but lets be more frisky with 'em this time."

They crept to their sleeping parents. Aventus laid down beside Cynder on his side and carefully shimmied towards her. Dara did the same with their father. The children slowly embraced their parents. They tried their best not to brake out giggling before they coiled tails with their parents. Dara licked her father from the collar bone up to his snout and swayed their tails. Spyro wrapped an arm around his daughter, believing it was his life-mate. Before long, Cynder did the same with Aventus. Aventus tingled her back with his claws, making her scales stiffen and stand.

"M-morning, Spy," moaned Cynder as she enjoyed a kiss with her life mate...or so she thought.

"Morning, my little dark draggy," Aventus said.

"Cynder's eyes shot open and she spat her son out, causing him to roll away and on the floor laughing. "Yuck! Aventus!" screamed Cynder.

Spyro, almost at the same time, did the same with Dara, only she rolled twice the distance. "Dara!" shouted Spyro.

"I...I can't believe you fell for th-a-a-a-a-a-a-t. it's too...easy!" Aventus rolled on the floor, laughing as though his stomach would burst. He even had trouble breathing at one point.

"We got you again, daddy! How could you fall for the same joke more than once?" Dara couldn't stop giggling.

"Yeah. And you and dad better keep your guard up, 'cause one day, me and Dara might join you in the bath tub." Aventus ran towards the doorway and Dara followed swiftly. He and his sister looked back at their shocked and angered parents with grins "See you later, horny draggies," laughed Aventus as he lead his sister down the stairs, opened the door for her and followed her out. The heavy door groaned shut and slammed behind them as they ran through the streets.

Spyro and his life-mate looked out their bedroom window and saw them sprinting through the streets. They dodged shoppers and merchants and carts as they disappeared into pure distance "Damn! They don't even want breakfast? Must be important."

"Yeah," Cynder said, "Aventus said, he'd take her to that matchmaker."

"Karlotta?"

"No. Somebody called... Rosalyn J'avias, or something along those lines."

Spyro shook his head as he looked don at the distant markets "I don't trust that Karlotta-The last male she matched her with was a drunken horn ball."

The conversation had to end when a loud knock came at the door. The couple climbed down the stairs and Spyro took the rope of the door in his jaws and pulled it open. Terador stood at the threshold

"Spyro, Cynder. We have an incredible amount of intelligence from those female red trolls we apprehended yesterday."

"Aren't you going to let them go?" Spyro asked concernedly "Volteer promised they could go soon."

"Their release is pending. They live in a place called Voldor Desert: Very hostile and hazardous for us dragons. So their release will be difficult...Anyway, we sent scouts to a remote island called Anglantine's Hand. We need you to come for briefing."

And so Terador lead them lead them to the palace. In a room with a pool of visions in the center, Cyril and Volteer were awaiting there arrival. Chained by the waists, the Scorpion Mercenary women argued with the guardians about the continent which dragons simply couldn't populate...and trolls feared for a reason that puzzled them.

After Volteer had a gander at the visions within the pool, Cyril faced him. "Volteer, you electric tongued twit, we have to assemble some fliers and kill that prince. He is danger to us and our allies just being so close...Too close for comfort I'd say!" plead Cyril.

"Urg," Volteer shook his head, "Cyril, if you brake a branch off a tree, it will still survive and grow tall. The Valdin Kingdom's chain of rulership and command is no different..." he sighed "But Prince Zakan is in charge of most of her air fleet, so perhaps it would a pinprick. Through their heart...You're right. We will mount an attack on the Courageous Minge."

"You can't go there!" screamed the head troll female, pleading up at the gigantic Electric Dragon "The dangers of Anglantine's Hand comes not from dragons or the Valdin Kingdom...but from an eternal, ancient enemy deep within!"

"What kind of rubbish is this? Speak plain troll please, woman," said Cyril.

"Up your's, cold-heart!" insulted the troll woman.

"Hmm." Cyril turned head away.

"Pay no heed to Cyril. He irritates me too, lass. Now please tell me of this 'ancient, eternal enemy within'."

"You're a dragon. Can you not use this...," she pointed a hand to the pool "Pool of Visions to see why that island is so dangerous?"

He shook his head "Not without a summary at the least. Do tell, my dear." Volteer looked down at the leading woman of the POWs, intrigued of what she would spout next.

"Well...in the first decade of the Valdin Kingdom, the first queen of them was Anglantine Carmeleon. Back then, we didn't even have guns or airships like we do now-All we have was siege engines, battleships, and powerful crossbows at best. Anyway, she was called The Alligatoress, due to her love of swimming, her missing front teeth, and tendency to bite. But when she had a son of her own, he was her heir, she handed a majority of her empire to him, which meant he was king when she passed-"

"Obviously."

"Hush, Cyril! This is enthralling, intriguing and-do carry on, dear."

"At this particular time, the dragons were attempting to populate Anglantine's Hand. Though then, it had no name. She mounted a full-scale naval raid. She killed and drove away the dragons and took the temple. All seemed victorious for the Valdin Kingdom...Until HE came."

"Who came? Do tell. Do tell. Do tell, please!"

She looked the Electric Dragon in the eyes "...Her own son, Prince Vorgin Carmeleon. He was greedy. He wanted to rule the Valdin Kingdom. He tried to dispose of his own mother."

"You see, Volteer. Trolls care not even for their own kin."

"Shut your maw, cold-heart," Volteer faced him maliciously "Not all trolls are like Enola, you realize. They can very nurturing, generous, peace-loving and-I lost it again."

"Anyway. All I can say from here is that Anglantine casted a curse upon herself and her queens-men. And Vorgin returned to Valdin Marsh to reap his new empire...But they say Anglantine still lurks within the island. Plotting her revenge. As if it would ever come true. She still holds a grudge against all species and every living thing, particularly the Valdin Kingdom trolls and all her ancestors."

"So what you're saying is that neither dragons or trolls can linger there because this eternal-haunting rubbish? Volteer, just send these women back to their desert and lets mount the raid!"

"No!" the woman screamed. She ran towards Volteer, her chain dragging behind her, hopped on his snout and clung to it. Her knickers were at his nose and boobs at his eyes "'He who disturbs the Alligatoress shall taste ancient, poisonous meat,' they say!"

Volteer took no heed to her sorrow and instead slowly took in her feminine vapor. The sight of her exposed, red, blue-nippled breasts close to his eyes was pleasing too. Soon, he closed his eyes, drew his tongue, and plunged it down her knickers and spread it over her muff. Her little hood was fun to circle. The taste within was fruity. And her pubes were very soft: like the fur of a cheetah cub."

While all the woman's fellow mercenaries' mouths hung at this sight, Cyril gasped, "Volteer! You filthy sod. Knock it off! She's a troll. She's outa your league!"

Volteer pulled his tongue, now saturated with her fine pubes, from her waistband and she removed herself from his snout. She faced him with a shocked look and put her hands on her hips, making him realize what he just did. "Oh by our ancestors! Please forgive me, she-troll. Your opera house was so heavenly-smelling, I-I-I-I-I couldn't help myself. I wanted more."

Volteer's flattery made her smile and giggle "You like the smell of my furry play thing? And my pubes? The troll men run at the sight of it. That's incredible," she laughed.

"Well we dragons are more sexual, promiscuous beings than trolls."

The woman rejoined her now-evil-eyeing companions who lectured her when she returned.

"You bimbo!" one spat.

"Are you into bestiality or something?! He's a dragon."

The gigantic door groaned open and Terador entered, followed by Spyro and Cynder. Cyril faced him "Terador! You wont believe it!" laughed Cyril.

"Wont believe what?" Terador tilted his head

Cyril pointed his tail to Volteer "Volteer plunged that electric tongue of his down the knickers of a troll woman...He's physically attracted to them!"

Terador faced Volteer with a surprised face, slightly serious. "You did?" Volteer nodded shamefully. Terador broke out into a fit of laughter and his gigantic, heavy being plummeted to the floor. He was clutching his stomach and slapping his tail on the floor.

Spyro was cackling and Cynder was giggling as they joined the group

"Volteer, that's gross!" Cynder shrieked, laughing with every breath she took, "You have no idea where these troll females have been."

"And they walk around wearing next to nothing all the time," Spyro piped in. "So they'd attract all kinds of nasty stuff."

"But her muff tasted fruity, delicious, mouth-watering, luscious, scrummy and-," she shook his head, "I lost it."

"'Bout bloody time, too." Cyril turned away from the now-blank-minded Volteer and faced Spyro and Cynder "Well, these troll women have been telling us about the 'Scorpion Mercs' or some other rubbish and...we dub them not guilty for the Valdin Kingdoms crimes against our species. They don't want anything to do with Enola Carmeleon. They hate her guts."

"And our mistress, Carliah The Cunning, could pummel or outsmart her any day of the year!" announced the leading woman.

"We will release these women soon. And we need you to lead our worriers and fliers to Anglantine's Hand. Becuase..." Cyril aloud Terador to continue for him

"...Because we are going after the queen's he-she son himself!" he said triumphantly.

Spyro went wide-eyed "We're going after Prince Zakan Carmeleon?"

Terador nodded "Yes. We've spotted his zeppelin, the Courageous Minge, right over Anglantine's Hand. I don't know what they're doing there. But troll airships, and especially a Prince of the Valdin Kingdom are simply too close for comfort."

"What are our objectives?" Cynder asked.

The troll female printed forth from her companions and stood before the two "No, Spyro, Cynder. The Alligatoress...She bite you!" she fell to her knees "She infect you!" One of Volteer's fellow Electric Dragon guards took her chain in his jaws and dragged her back to her fellow trolls. She resisted as she almost cried out, "She's but a wraith. She hates everything anyone!"

When the troll woman was under control, Terador continued. "Your mission is to lead four Ice Dragons carrying cheetah worriers, take the island, and then either drive away or kill Prince Zakan. If you killed him, though, it would be a long-term bonus."

Spyro and Cynder faced one another "I can't wait to get my claws into that hermaphrodite," laughed Spyro.

"Good that you're so eager. Are worriers and the four dragons carrying them are waiting for you on the ramparts. They're awaiting your arrival and command.

"Spyro," Cynder began, "We could be gone for days, maybe Dara and Aventus should come," she suggested.

Spyro pulled a concerned face "We can't endanger our kids."

"They did prove themselves on Munitions Forge. Bloody best performance I've seen from dragons so young," reminded Cyril.

"Fine but...tell the fliers and the worriers we leave tonight. Not right now."

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Meanwhile, Dara and Aventus approaches Karlotta's office in the central shopping square. The gigantic Ice Dragoness is sitting before a young Earth Dragon about Dara's age and being rubbed down in rum and crushed flowers by her handmaidens-Dragons cannot clean nor dress themselves after all.

After Karlotta signs up the young dragon, she pulls a confused look as the two siblings approach and stand before her "Dara, Aventus, what you doing here? Come to update your profiles?" she asked, tilting her head.

Aventus gave her a slightly malicious look "Karlotta, you have some explaining to do!" he mildly growled, while sister hung her head, reflecting on the horrid male from last night.

"I sorry?"

"You matched my sister with a drunken sex-maniac. He was only seconds from potentially impregnating her!" she shouted.

The cheetah women scurried away, fearing Dara's Fear Dragon brother, and Karlotta rose to her feet and stood before them with wet eyes "Dara' I didn't know he as one of those males. We only match dragons and dragonesses based on profile-compatibility. I have no way of knowing any of my clients habits or anything secret." She hung her head and whimpered on the stone, creating a pool. "Please...please don't loose faith in me, Dara. If you do...you'd be the first dragoness ever to do so. I've never failed before."

Aventus took no heed to the gigantic Ice Dragoness's sorrow and remained angry "But you believe everything the male clients tell you? You don't examine them thoroughly? That's pure laziness, Karlotta! And almost got my sister violated!"

Dara whimpered, "And I could've laid his eggs and had his vile hatchlings." She tried her best not to cry, but to no avial, and collapsed to the floor on her side.

Aventus gave his sister a rub on the back "Hey, keep it together, Dara. He's going to be psychologically and physically scared for life. Keep that in mind." Aventus's words were barely enough to stop her crying and her got her back on her feet.

Karlotta however as still heartbroken at the mere thought of failing for the first time in decades of matchmaking. Her dragoness eyeliner ran all over her face, as if her life-mate left her. She sniffled and plead, "Dara, please reconsider!" aloud with a crashing voice of sadness. "I promise I'll check the males I match you with."

Aventus got closer to Karlotta, so he was centimeters from her snout "I'll still use your services, Karlotta...Because I am a male and I can fend for myself. But I don't think Dara will ever again. She needs a matchmaker who examines her clients carefully." Aventus promised halfheartedly.

Karlotta's chin trembled and she shook her head and faced Dara "Darling, please!"

Dara shook her head

Karlotta cried, "No!" loud towards the sky an returned to her office, where her hand-maidens were awaiting their crying boss. She collapsed and her girls tried their best to comfort her. They rubbed her wrinkly neck and one hugged and stroked her snout. Tears spilled down her face and soaked the carpet of her office "Catastrophe! I never fail before...Never...never!"

Dara could almost feel her pain as she watched. Aventus however only felt mildly guilty as he walked away, assuming Dara would follow. But she stayed and crept towards Karlotta. When close to the gigantic, crying dragoness, she gulped and said, "I'm so so sorry Karlotta, but...last night-. I just can't-" she was cut off when Karlotta grasped her face with her paw and rolled so her back as to her: The dragon's 'cold shoulder'.

A cheetah handmaiden was angered by Dara's presence and actions towards Karlotta's services. She approached Dara, placed her paws on her hips and threatened, "Leave, or I'll strangle you. You should be ashamed!"

Dara gasped and ran away to join her brother. When she joined him at his side and walked through the avenue of stalls, he asked, "Tried to apologize aye?" with his normal, mildly malicious look. Dara hung her head and nodded it "Pfft. Don't bother. That kraut doesn't deserve it. She almost got you raped."

"But that wasn't her fault, bro. She bases her matches from descriptions and personality and interests."

"Yeah. That's the problem. She doesn't pay close attention to who she signs up. She purely lazy. But I'll stay with her services to find my #1 dragoness. At least as a male, I can defend myself if need be. And I'll be honest with my dates"

"Will I...ever...find my #1 male?" her lips trembled and she hung her head and broke out into a cry.

Aventus almost gasped as she pressed his side to her as they walked, wrapped tails with her and kisses her all over the neck. All she did in response was press her head to his chest. He held it against his chest with his head and swayed both their tails in an attempt to calm her "Dara, I promise Rosalyn will be the perfect matchmaker for you. So long as you follow her rules, you'll find someone for sure."

Aventus lead her through the streets for half an hour. Soon, they were in ana area in the city which as in a square and courtyard before the Guardians Palace. It as a heavenly sight. Gardens with blood-red roses and bell-like hanging flowers surrounded them upon squares of bricks. From a birds-eye-view, the gardens would form the shape of a dragons face. It was like a painting which only the dragon's ancestors and the troll's gods could admire.

While the hardens were a 'pretty' sight from the siblings point of view, but Aventus and Dara were carefully looking for the matchmaking office of Rosalyn J'avias herself. They scanned. They searched and they searched...until they were at the 'head' of the portrait-like garden and Aventus saw a a gypsy-ten-like structure made from sturdy rubber. It was igloo-shaped, but covered in pentagon-shaped-bumps. It's entryway was long and triangular. It's rubbery coverings were as red as Aventus. But it's frame was as blue as the sea. It was just big enough for fully grown dragons to enter.

"I think that's her tent," Aventus pointed a paw towards it.

He lead his sister towards it and they entered the triangular door with blue flaps, opening it for her with his teeth and then following her. At the end of the entryway, they pushed through another curtain and they were in a small lobby in the first half of the circle. Dazzling blue cloth was on the walls. ghostly sheets hung from the ceiling. Before them was a mounted brass bell. Aventus gave it a slap with his tail and it ringed to life.

"Coming!" a relatively soft male's voice resonated from the other side of the curtain in front of them.

The curtain flapped and a male Wind Dragon emerges. He was a glistening Silver dragon with green, human-like eyes. His horns were as white as the land of Dante's Freezer. His belly was a light grey. He wore leathery fitting on his tail and had several gold rings pierced into the webbings of his wing.

As he approached, he thought of the siblings as regular, life-mate-seeking dragons...until he got closer and recognized them. "Dara and Aventus!" he breathed aloud "Son and daughter of Spyro...In me and wife's office!...Am...am I dreaming?"

"Why don't you pinch yourself?" giggled Dara.

The gigantic, snowy Ice Dragon gave himself a jar in the side with his tail blade "Youch," he chuckled, "I not dreamin'."

"I wanna sign my sister up for your services," Aventus informed.

"You do!" his eyes popped open. He almost bounced on his feet when he shouted "HONEY!"

"YES!" a dragoness's honey-sounding voice emerged form the other side.

"The son and daughter of Spyro are here. His daughter wants to sign up.

"Well lead them in, already," she giggled.

Her husband began to lead them in "I'm Argon, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Argon," Dara smiled, "The last Matchmaker I was with didn't have a mate. And she has dozens of kids by different males."

On the other side of the curtain was Rosalyn J'avias herself: She hadn't aged a day since her picture was shot for the book she wrote. Her frills on her neck thought were now tattooed blood-red and her wings were as white as her husband's horns. She was curled up and craning her head down to her two hatchlings. Her oldest was basically a toddler by dragon standards. She was navy-blue with a silver underbelly. Her youngest's eyes hadn't opened yet. Her youngest was bluish silver all over. Both's horns hadn't emerged from their heads, they were so young.

Rosalyn turned all attention to the famous siblings approaching. Her husband laid behind her and put his tail over her pelvis. He gave her peck on the snout and laid his head down on the fur for a rest. "Dara and Aventus. Son and daughter of Spyro and Cynder. In my office! I must be drunk or something," she chuckled in amazement.

"It's an honor to meet you, Rosalyn. I can't believe how many dragonesses you've matched with males in the past year alone." Aventus bowed.

Dara was just vibrating her being "I wish to sign up to your services, ma'am."

Rosalyn tilted her head "Why are shaking, dear? Nothing to be nervous about here."

"I-I-I'm not sh-shaking 'cause I'm nervous...I'm shaking 'cause I'm excited," she giggled.

She lowered her head to Dara's height "You should be. I'll find you the perfect male...Say, didn't mention Karlotta?"

Dara sighed and and nodded, "Yeah. I quit her services because the last male she gave me was a drunken sex-maniac. Almost violated me."

"Hah! Such is Karlotta. I taught that cold kraut everything she knows. But she's no master." she cleared her throat "My fee is fair for what I can do. It's about 100 gold a month. Or you can have an entire years subscription for 500 gold. BUT for you two I can make the initial month 100 gold and then 50 gold for ever additional month. Best deal I can make. These services include, profile-matching, chemistry/personality tests, romance tests and loads more. All Karlotta does is profile matching."

"I'll just take the monthly fee," smiled Dara.

"Very wise," she smiled. "Now, since your a female, You don't have to fill out as many questions as a male dragon. That'll be hundred gold now and fifty for every additional month."

Aventus turned his head around and peeked into the bag strapped to his torso and took out a bag of coins, which he placed before Rosalyn.

She pulled the string, spread the coins out with her paw and silently counted "It's all here. Good." She cleared her throat and shouted, "Alec!" towards an area behind her.

A mole sleeping on a small fur behind Rosalyn and Argon's snorted awake "Ah-erm-yah-ah. wha?"

"I got a new client. Please help her fill her profile and take the personality tests."

"Yes, milady." The mole quickly raced to a shelf, took out a blank, red-covered profile. He stood before Dara, opened it and drew a fountain pen. It was time for Dara to fill out her seeking criteria. He read aloud to her the questions in the profile and she answered as best she could...

1): What age-range, elemental class, or species would you prefer in a male?She answered, "Fifteen to twenty-five. He should be a dragon. I don't mind his element."

2): Would you date a male who smokes, drinks, or has other habits? She answered, "If he smokes, that's fine. If he drinks he would only have to do it socially or not at all. Other habits don't concern me much."

3): Would you date a male who has children, widowed/divorced, and do you want children yourself?She answered, "I don't mind if he has kids and divorced or widowed, as long as his kids aren't brats. And I really want to have some gorgeous hatchlings."

4): What personality are you looking for in a male? She answered, "He has to a family man, not all 'career' this and 'money-making' that. I don't want to date rich bastards with more money than kindness either."

5): What do you NOT want in a male? "A heavy drinker is out of the question. I'd prefer a guy who doesn't smoke, they reek and they give me asthma."

"Brilliant!" the mole praised, as he flipped a page "Now it's time for your personality chemistry questionare."

First he writ down Dara' age, element, and appearance-summary. Then he asked the questions and wrote down her answers...

1): Do you drink; smoke; have other habits? "I drink socially. Smoking is revolting to me and for idiots. I stutter and cry very easily."

2): What is your ideal date? "A walk around the city and shopping. A flight over Twilight Falls. Or maybe lunch or dinner. And no drinking in isolated places, please!"

"Great!" the mole praised. "Now we just have to add something to your profile in your own words: like a headline for when males look at it."

Dara said, and the mole wrote it down with skill, "I'm the daughter of Spyro seeking that special somebody. A little fun is OK, too." Dara then bounced her scaly brows.

The mole writ it all and even added, "(bounces brows)" as a cherry atop the cake for the heading.

He closed the file. "Well done, Dara."

"And, Dara," Rosalyn began "I noticed that you seem desperate to find somebody...That's not healthy."

"But I'm just so lonely, Rosalyn."

"Honey, if you concentrate on it and make it take up your whole day, it only makes things harder." She wrapped her tail around Argon's and they exchanged a nuzzle. "I was determined to find somebody like you wouldn't believe...But then I put next to no effort and-what do you know-love came along and slapped me on the face And now I two gorgeous kids with him."

"That's sounds little far-fetched."

"Trust me, Dara. It works. And I'll try and find the perfect match for you, so just enjoy some free time. OK?" She craned her head down to her infants and continued, "Then some day, you'll have gorgeous kids like mine." She licked their little necks and they hopped up to hug her snout and neck, making her warm and fuzzy within.

Dara and Aventus got closer and Dara let out a breath of joy at the sight of them "They're gorgeous."

"Wait. We're gonna need a picture for your file," the mole suddenly reminded.

"I got Dara's photo from Karlotta's services right here." Aventus took her photo out of his bag gave it to the mole. He pasted and slapped it to the cover of her file.

"My husband or Alec will come around and give you the files of your matches, just like Karlotta did. But unlike Karlotta, I make the male clients fill out three times as many question as I do with the Dragonesses. Also unlike Karlotta, I also do matching for Cheetahs and Moles."

Dara went wide eyed and shook her head quickly "You mean...I could have a life-mate of a different species?"

"If you wanted," she nodded. "But the idea of cross-species romance and sex is still a bit foul. So I wouldn't suggest it. Your own race would give you trouble and so would the male's."

And so the siblings left Dara's new profile with Rosalyn. She felt for sure Rosalyn would not give her a drunken male like Karlotta did. THey coiled tailed with a skip in their step as they returned home.

Aventus and Dara approach their home and he opens it for her. When they enter, their eyes pop open as they see their parents putting on iron chainmail dragon vests and tail-plates. Cynder out on mostly steel chainbody and tough leather: light dragon armor. But Spyro put on chainbody and iron plates: Heavy armor. They achieved the perfect husband and wife team by balancing out their armor choice.

"Mom, dad, what the-" Aventus was cut off by his mother.

Was using her teeth to tighten a belt of her tail-plates when she said, "The guardians are sending us all to a neutral island...Anglantine's Hand. You get to come!"

Aventus almost bounced on his feet "We get to pummel and cook some of those greedy two-leggeds? Hell yeah!" he nudged his now-mildly-joyful sister "C'mon, Dara. Lets put some armor on." The two raced upstairs to get some fo their own armor out of a trunk. Dara and Aventus both put on black leathery armor with steel chainmail embedded inside. Aventus and Dara assisted each other to strap it on.

I hope you look forward to the next chapter, becuase I'll try and make the next one twice as long and full of action!

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Here the current cast. All else are side-characters and villains. Tell me if I should include another.

[Spyro & Cynder; Gavrin Stone-Fist; Dr Karl Henshin; Dara and Aventus; Prince Zakan Carmeleon.]

If you have any OCs you want put in, PM me and ask. I can add them in for a short while like I did with JouneyofShadows' Rosalyn, the matchmaker, and her family.

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