starbrandfan asked:

I have an idea for another prompt! It's about Spyro this time. Can you do a story basically after the events of the last legend of Spyro game, Dawn of the dragon?

cutegirlmayra answered:

So, I previously spoke with starbrandfan to more fully understand since I'm of the old classic Spyro fandom. I watched cutscenes and did my research. I may combined a little itsy-bitsy bit of the old spyro's personality in here as well. lol Please bear with.

So, Star also mentioned SpyroxCynder, since the game ends off with the two flying around. (trying not to spoiler lol)

Here's what I've come up with.

Prompt:

Since the times of magic, darkness, and dragons have long since been put to peace and rest…. there have always been one page in a book guarded by an ancient dragon of old…

Curious as to it's inclusion, the dragon in charge of it's protection and archiving pursued the forgotten pages of old.

A particular story caught his eye,… one of a Spyro… a legendary purple dragon.

—–

Cynder circled her eggs, having grown large and strong from the times of old, and nestled the eggs around her, feeling them begin to shake and wobble at different intervals.

—

The dragon shook his head, not wishing to read everything. He moved beyond and noticed the book was careful in regarding what it did.

After all, this book was meant to record many things… what was the significance of this particular entry..?

The Chronicler chuckled, seeing many fleets the triumphant Spyro had accomplished even after disappearing for so many years, secretly helping behind the curtains of time…

But what fascinated him was when the book… instead of being a history lesson, turned into a narrative short-story… of sorts.

—-

With the little ones circled around, Cynder began to retell the tales of their mighty fleets of bravery to the young dragons. With the flap of her wings, she gusted the strong winds of one sky battle, the fire that beat against their den's roof was the same heat as the final stretch where one friend was lost along their perilous journey.

Time and again, she taught them the things her and their father had learned upon the grand legend, but would leave out details of her own past…

She glorified Spyro, but one inquisitive child spoke out, realizing a flaw in her story-telling…

"But where were you?" he asked, looking innocent in his response.

"I.." Cynder suddenly relived her grievous past, her eyes shifted down in nervous frustration at trying to think of a quick reply… "I was under dark influences." She finally concluded, but it broke her heart to say such things.

Her children quietly muttered to one another, speaking in hush tones.

Sensing a lost of trust between her own children, she let out a painful gust of air so quiet that not even a mouse could pick it up.

She moved up, "Story time is over. Return to your trainings."

Some looked elated at flying and learning their different abilities again, the elements of dragons, while others looked disappointed that story time ended early.

She retreated, feeling her heart swell with sorrow before the children let out cries of joy, hearing wing-beats.

"Father..!" they cried, tackling him in the skies as he laughed and came down, crashing slightly in a messy landing and rolling over, letting them 'beat him up' so to speak.

"Woah, woah, hey now! Haha! Aren't you guys in the middle of a story?" he knew this was when they were teaching life lessons through their past, and cocked his head to try and see Cynder.

She loomed with her back facing him, eyes full of pain before departing further into the cave.

He knew that look, and seemed to carry a sorrow of his own as he moved upward, straightening his wings out. The children laughed before he shoo'd them off to play, and quickly followed after her.

"Cynder? Cynder, what's wrong?" his head swished around, trying to find her in the darkness. "Did you finally tell them..?" his voice grew quieter, but he saw movement in the dark.

Her slender head shook before dropping. "How can they trust my stories if I admit that I was the lone dragoness of darkness I spoke of? How could they continue to call me mother after learning that some of their own element is made of the darkness I was raised upon? If they heard such things… they would blame me for their tenancies to be mischievous, or wicked. Learning they could soon fall to the darkness as easily as I-"

"You were brainwashed. They're not." Sypro retorted, stepping foward and showing their was power in his words, "You're not like that anymore, Cynder… I don't believe there's a shred of darkness left in you…" he gently moved his head under own, lightly bumped it, and slid his own head up her neck; trying to get her to not look so forlorn.

"The element you passed on to them… it won't control their hearts. You've proven that. So will they." He comforted, as she seemed to nod and smile, taking in his words but also seeming to hide her true feelings inside.

"I know… but the day will come… some faithful moon will-"

"They'll fight it. If ever that arrives." he stepped forward, cutting her off.

She growled, not liking that he wasn't being practical.

"Cynder…" he tried to soothe her again, but she moved passed him, ignoring for a moment until some small dragons inched their way through the darkness.

She gasped lightly, seeing her children begin to wander out into the light, revealing they were there.

"We heard." one spoke out. "And we don't care!" another chimed up.

Spyro never looked prouder, "Hatchlings…" he watched as each one came up to their mother, told her something they truly loved about her, and extended their wings to embrace her.

She held in tears, but said 'I love you' to each one as they spoke to calm her fears.

The next story was the unbiased truth, and went parts got hard for Cynder to retell them, Spyro would lay at her side, lifting a claw to her own, and encourage her on.

It was healing, something she needed, and her children learned a valuable lesson that day…

—-

The Chronicler snorted, "What lesson?" he inquired, "Not to judge a book by it's cover? That everyone can change? What it is? What-!"

His eyes suddenly rose in profound wisdom.

This book was to organize the great fleets of dragons long gone.

The greatest fleet… was in this short story.

"The respect of one's children… even when faced with the grievous sins of their parent's pasts… is the ultimate triumphant of them all."

He closed the book, and sighed, resting his large head on the floating book.

"How lovely~ I do love a happy, ol'ending. Better than a history record." he chuckled, delighted, before moving on and opening the book once again.