Reunion of a Lost Family.

Cynder's POV.

I groaned as I recovered from the darkness leaving my soul and the battle I had with the Purple Dragon, Spyro and the Half-Dragon, Eleanor. I shakily got back to my feet and looked around. I was standing in a peaceful valley. The sound of bees fluttering around flowers were all around me.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. This has to be an illusion from the Dark Master. I won't fall for it again!

I opened my eyes and the valley was still around me. A butterfly landed on my nose. I lightly giggled, because it tickled, and the butterfly flew away.

Wait. It tickled. This realm is real!

I heard a light moan beside me and saw a Half-Dragon with ghostly white scales and ghostly pale skin, in ripped overalls and hooded poncho, laying on the ground, with her face in the ground.

I quietly walked up to her and gently tapped her with my hand, "Hello? Are you okay?"

I got no response. Worry filled my mind, as I gently and slowly pushed the Half-Dragon to her side. Her face was slightly covered in dirt, but I could see that she was covered in scars, wounds and briuses. And she looked like she wasn't waking up anytime soon.

"Oh no..." I gasped in horror as realization hit me. Eleanor! I gotta get her back to the Temple now.

I picked up Eleanor onto my back, good thing she was lighter than she looks, and took off toward the first large building I could see.

*Meanwhile...*

Spyro's POV.

I had finally stopped crying for a couple of hours now, but I was still very sad. Eleanor sacrificed herself the second time to save us. And this time, she won't be coming back. I was sitting on the balcony, looking up at the setting sun. I noticed Ignitus walking up and sat down next to me.

"Feeling better, Spyro?" He asked me.

"Not really, Ignitus." I answered with a sad look, "I just can't believe she's gone".

"I know Spyro, I miss her too." Ignitus replied, "Eleanor was a good soul. A true Astral Dragon."

Suddenly, Sparx flew into the balcony, looking completely winded.

"You guys have got to come see this!" He said, flying off before Ignitus and I could say anything.

Wondering what stunt Sparx was trying to pull now, Ignitus and I made our way to where the dragon statue resided and received a shock; Cynder laying an unconscious ghostly white Half-Dragon, in ripped clothing, next to the statue with the other Guardians watching at a distance. I smiled and my heart felt warm again. I know the Half-Dragon's face anywhere. Eleanor and Cynder were okay. But, something felt off. Eleanor's underbelly scales were very pale, almost as pale as her skin. Like her life energy was drained out of her.

"Impossible..." Ignitus gasped.

For some reason, Terrador was the first to inspect Eleanor. Cynder quickly backed away when the Earth Guardian approached the unconscious Half-Dragon. This was the odd thing, Terrador placed his hand over Eleanor's shoulder and started gently shaking her. Like a parent does to its young.

This would make a bit of sense. Eleanor's personality traits and ability to control nature. Nature and Earth are similar concepts. Could it be that Terrador is Eleanor's real father? That might make sense. She is Half-Dragon. Those genes have to have come from somewhere.

The second after Terrador shook her, Eleanor lightly groan awake. She opened her eyes, and lifted herself up to a more comfortable sitting position. The Guardians, Cynder, Sparx and I ran up to her.

"Ugh, my head... What happened?" Eleanor asked, rubbing her head in pain.

"Are you all right?" Ignitus asked.

"Yeah, I-I think so..." Eleanor asnwered with a small smile.

"Well, I hope you learned not to jump into places you don't know the exit to." Sparx said.

Eleanor gave Sparx a glare, "Excuse me for trying to save a friend." Cynder's eyes widen at Eleanor's words.

"What happened after you jumped into that portal?" Terrador asked.

"Well, Cynder wasn't that far ahead of me." Eleanor answered, explaining what happened, "As soon as I was about to leave with her, some shadow tried to convince me to join his side. I refused, of course, and caged it with a rose bush. I managed to escape with Cynder. I don't remember much after that."

Terrador lightly smiled at the Half-Dragon. Then he asked, "Can you stand up?"

"Barely." Eleanor answered.

Eleanor's POV.

I slowly got back up to my feet. Once I got up, my legs gave out. Before I fell to my knees, Terrador caught me with his arm under my shoulder. I looked at Terrador and smiled in graditude. I noticed my pastel green scales were now ghost white, and it looks like they're not turning back anythime soon.

Then I looked at Spyro and saw that he didn't look so good. He looked like most of his life force was drained out of him. Similar to how I feel right now.

"Are you all right, Spyro?" I asked.

"Not really, Eleanor." Spyro answered with a small shake of his head, "That battle drained every last bit of my strength. I can barely even lift my head."

"Yes, it will take some time for your powers to return." Ignitus spoke up. "But they will in time, young dragons. They will in time."

Ignitus then beckoned Cynder to come forward. Though hesitant at first, Cynder came forward in shaky steps.

"Cynder, ever since I failed the night of the raid, I've dreamt of this day." Ignitus said sadly.

"It wasn't just you Ignitus." Volteer assured, earning a nod from the other dragons, "We all failed."

"Be that as it may... We're together again... Thanks to Spyro and Eleanor. Well done, young dragons." Ignitus said.

"Thanks, Ignitus." Spyro said, "But we still don't know what happened to the Dark Master."

"No matter, Spyro." Terrador assured, "There will be plenty of time to talk about the Dark Master later. Now it's time to be grateful for your success."

At this point, Sparx, who for obvious reasons had become bored, suddenly jerked up.

"Their success?" He snapped, "What about me? Just because a lot of weird stuff doesn't come out of my mouth, doesn't mean I didn't help you know."

"Yeah, you were a big help, Sparx." Spyro snickered, "No doubt about it."

Cynder tried to contain her laughter. Sparx ignored their expressions and turned to me, looking for a compliment from me.

"But, just for the record, a lot of weird stuff does come out of that little mouth of yours." I shrugged.

"And what the heck is that supposed to mean?" Sparx snapped, "You know I don't need this. I could've stayed with the..." At this point, he apparently hit a bit of a block. It didn't last long though, "Llama people, whatever, where I was appreciated." He went on, "But no. No, I decided to help the poor helpless dragons, rid the world of evil. What a mistake that was, because I get no thanks. No respect, no love, no credit!"

Spyro and I shook our heads at the rambling dragonfly. Cynder looked at us and we shrugged our shoulders with a smile.

"My goodness... And I though Volteer talked a lot." Ignitus chuckled, looking at the Electric Guardian, who looked slightly winded.

"I left home too, you know." Sparx went on, "I'm a little guy. Yeah, that's right. Maybe you haven't notices because thing are a lot bigger to me than they are to you. And did I back away? Nah, nah, nah. Why? Because I've got moxy, I'm a tough cookie, I've got class…"

At this point, Sparx started crying a bit, but immediately tried to cover it up. I rolled my eyes. I knew the stunt the dragonfly was trying to pull all too well; he was trying to act tough when in reality he was terrified.

"I got a little frog in my throat." He shrugged, "As I was saying, on Tall Plains, they knew a good thing when they saw it. They recognized the value of a quality dragonfly like me. But here I get nothing... Not even a 'Thanks, hey, how are ya doing, good, let me buy you a drink'. I should go back to the swamp... Mom'll make it all good..."

Using my fingers, I counted down Sparx's final breakdown.

"Mommy always does..." Sparx cried, bursting into tears and flying out of the room.

After the whole ordeal was calmed and everything returned to normal, I walked to the balcony and watched the sunset. Spyro was talking to the Guardians, while Sparx was still calming down from his 'little' breakdown. As I watched, I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I looked and saw Cynder approaching me.

"Eleanor? Mind if I ask you something?" She asked me.

"Of course, Cynder." I answered with a nodd.

"Why did you save me from the portal? I've done such terrible things. And you rescued me like I've done nothing to you." She asked, then explained.

I shook my head at her, "Because you did do nothing." I explained, "I just took one look in your eyes and I knew. It was the Dark Master's fault you did those things. I can't hate a dragon who has done things, under the influence of dark magic."

Cynder lightly sulked. I lifted her chin and smiled, "Besides, the only one that doesn't think this way is Sparx. And his vote is out-numbered by six."

Cynder regained her smile. The sun setted and the sky welcomed the dark blue of the night sky. As I stared at the sky, I couldn't help but feel that the entire world around me just went cold. Not as cold as Dante's Freezer, mysterious cold.

I looked at the stars, trying to look for a sign, but even the stars looked dim. I don't understand it.

"See anything, Eleanor?" Spyro asked from beside me.

I looked at him and shook my head, "No. But, I've got a bad feeling."

Spyro nodded his head, "Me too."

(A/N: That's it. Legend of Spyro: A New Beginning is finished.

It's a very good thing I saved these chapters, huh? Heheheh.

I'm still thinking of what to do next.

If you views have any ideas, let me know and I'll get back to yah.

Till next time, I'll see you in the next story. ^_^)