Sinrah Wyrm VI: So we know we promised the biggest crossover fic ever, but the project was just too big for us to tackle since we're all a bit rusty. So we're going to make up for it by writing stories that will whip us back into shape!

Chapter 1: The Tournament

A large crowd had gathered in the Warfang Arena. Moles, cheetahs, dragons, and various other races were cheering uncontrollably. A manweresmall gave the announcement. "Attention, good people of Warfang! In just a few minutes, we will begin our final round! This morning, we had sixteen competitors step in, and we are now down to the final four! This last match shall be a free-for-all fight. It's time to see who shall earn the title, Champion of Warfang!" The crowd cheered even louder for the final event.

An elderly Cynder sat in a private booth. Her black scales had faded to a dark grey. She had grown much, and was slightly taller than when she served Malefor. Her wings were tattered from age and several battles. Her nine ivory horns had eroded slightly. She was completely blind in one eye. At the age of 295, she had only a few years left in her. Her many children sat beside her. "Well, what do you think of the show, so far?" Her voice was definitely frail.

Sitting to her left was her oldest child, Aldris. Aldris was large, even for a dragon, at least a head and a half taller than his mother. As a fire dragon, his scales were a very bright red. His wings, horns, and underbelly were black. He had five wicked-sharp horns. Aldris had a powerful club at the end of his tail, perfect for bashing. His yellow eyes looked extremely bored. He was still in his prime at 205 years old. "It's boring," he said. "What fun is a tournament if no one dies?"

The 175 year old triplets sat behind Cynder. The first triplet, Inferno, looked almost exactly like his father, Spyro, only he had blood red scales and eyes. His wings, underbelly, and horns were magenta like Cynder's. He had Cynder's scythe-shaped tail blade. He received his name due his parents believing him to be a fire dragon, only to realise far too late that he was actually a fear dragon. "Well it was kinda fun seeing that one guy get his tooth knocked out." His voice sounded much like Spyro's as well.

The second triplet, Umbra, looked just like Cynder except for having Spyro's wings. She had black scales with golden wings and underbelly. Her eyes were emerald-green like her mother's. The shy shadow dragon spoke rather slowly. "Well, I... I hope that no one gets hurt too badly. I mean, it is kinda... kinda dangerous."

"Wimp," said Aldris.

The final triplet was Dizzy, a golden dragon with magenta wings and underbelly. She had Spyro's spade-shaped tail blade. Her wings were her father's, but had Cynder's blades. She had nine ivory horns like her mother's, but they were sturdy like her father's. She had Spyro's purple eyes and snout. The electric dragon, barely able to contain her energy, spoke at an alarmingly rapid pace. "It's-a-lot-of-fun! I-wonder-who's-gonna-win! What-does-the-winner-get? Oh-I'm-outta-water-someone-get-me-some-more-water!" Everyone only shook their heads in annoyance at Dizzy's hyperactivity.

Cynder's youngest child, Lataras, sat to her right. Lataras had light blue scales and greatly resembled her mother, but only had six horns. Her wings and underbelly were golden. Three spikes jutted out from the end of her tail. The 160 year old wind dragon said, "I bet the winner's gonna collapse as soon as they're declared Champion."

Cynder looked over the edge as the arena was being prepared. "I wonder what your father would say. Stubborn oaf would probably be trying to compete."

"Why did you hold this tournament anyway, mom?" Lataras asked.

Cynder smiled. "Well, in all honesty, I wish to speak with the Champion once it's all over. I have an offer for them."

"And now, ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer yelled. "Please give a round of applause for our finalists!" The audience cheered like crazy as the four gates opened up and the combatants stepped forward. "These fighters are the best of the best! The winner shall be declared Champion of Warfang and receive 1,000,000 gems! The runner-ups shall receive a consolation prize of 150,000 gems."

The arena was arranged as a rocky wasteland that provided plenty of cover and hiding spots. The four participants stepped forward and stood in the middle of the battlefield. They were a cheetah, a faun, and two dragons, all equally determined to win.

Mogguth, the black dragon, had very powerful muscles that would rival Terrador's if he was still alive. The 175 year old shadow dragon's underbelly and wings were crimson-red. He had four very large ivory horns that showed off his strength and power. His dark blue eyes were scanning his opponents. "Attack and retreat," he said under his breath. "Let them wear each other out, and then move in."

Elora, the faun, was wearing a set of steel armor that doubled as protection against any fire-based attacks. She had short brown hair that brushed her chin and cold blue eyes. "Take out the cheetah first," she said. The 20 year old faun donned her helmet which had two small horns and a cross-shaped opening on the face. "He'll only be a distraction against the dragons." She held a white lance in her right hand and unsheathed a short blade from behind her back, holding it in her left hand in an icepick grip.

Evrok, the purple dragon, had a streamlined physique. His underbelly, horns, and wings were silver. He had three large horns that curled back like a ram's. His tail blade was shaped like a dagger. The smug 145 year old dragon's purple eyes looked up at the audience. "Wreck em all and the people will love you," he told himself. "And the next purple dragon will have no purpose."

Forest, the cheetah, had orange fur and was dressed in a ranger's outfit. His unblinking yellow eyes were completely focused on Mogguth. "The shadow dragon is the most dangerous. Eliminate him first." He drew his bow and readied an arrow at the ground.

Cynder shed a tear at the sight of Evrok. "He looks so much like Spyro." Cynder struggled not to cry. "It's been over a century and a half... But I'll never forget his face."

"Contestants!" cried the announcer. "Ready yourselves! Fight!"

Sinrah Wyrm VI: So we wanted to lay out the rules for this universe now so there are no contradictions later.

Rule #1: The average dragon has a life span of 300 years, therefore Cynder has about 5 left.

Rule #2: Dragon generations are 15 years apart, therefore the next dragon generation, and the birth of the next purple dragon, is also in five years.

Rule #3: Young dragons age on a ratio 1.5:1 compared to humans. Therefore a 2 year old dragon is physically 3.

Rule #4: Dragons are usually fully grown at 16 years of age, or 24 for them, at which point their aging slows down dramatically.

Rule #5: 1 gem is worth 5 US dollars, so the Champion will earn the equivalent of $ 5,000,000 while the runner ups will earn $ 750,000.