The young, little dragon peaked into the library, seeing Nestor inside.

He took a deep breath, trying to exhale out every little bit of anxiety he might have inside. He knew he didn't have a reason to be anxious, but he couldn't help it. The little guy knew they wouldn't think of him differently at all. A while back, he had been pulled into a train of thought that made him wonder. After thinking about it, he knew what he was and what he wanted to be called from then on.

Spyro.

He just didn't know how to bring it up to any of the elders, more importantly to Nestor considering he was like a father to him. It wasn't something he heard of, so he didn't know if it was a thing at all or if it was common and he didn't realize it. Either way, he had to calm himself down. Nestor wouldn't think anything bad of it. Dragons were accepting overall, no matter where they lived, and no matter what. All he knew, at this moment, was that he didn't feel like a girl whatsoever.

For the past couple of weeks, he couldn't hear his 'name' without wanting to wince, curl up into a ball, or at times scream that it wasn't his name, that his name was something else. He didn't like how feminine his voice sounded. There was lots he didn't like about himself and he wanted that to change, with or without their help. He shouldn't jump too far ahead yet, though, he had to take one step at a time. Now would be the time to take that step.

He started walking forward, getting closer to Nestor step by step. Once he got close enough, he sat down.

"Hey, uhh, Nestor?"

Nestor turned around and jumped when he saw Spyro. "Oh Salma, I didn't hear you come in!"

Hearing that made Spyro cringe. He tried to keep his composure, though.

"Can I ask you something, or are you, uhh, too busy?" Spyro asked.

"Of course you can!" Nestor picked Spyro up. "I always have a bit of time for my favorite little dragon! So what do you have on your mind, kiddo?"

"Is it possible to feel like you're something else when, uhh," Spyro scratched his neck, "you were born as something else?"

"Why of course it is! In fact some of the…" Nestor trailed off for a second before covering his mouth with one hand. "...Oh. Oh my goodness."

He put Spyro down and put his other hand on his side. His eyes widened as he looked at the younger dragon, who tilted his head. He might have realized what he was talking about.

"...Kid, I'm so sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? I didn't mean to do so."

"Uncomfortable? A smidge. Upset?" Spyro shook his head. "Nah."

Nestor hugged Spyro. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's fine!"

"It's not." He pulled away from the hug. "What do you prefer to be called?"

"Spyro. That's my name now." Spyro said confidently, which caused Nestor to smile.

"I'll do whatever I can to support you," he put his hand onto his shoulders. "Spyro."

Spyro had the biggest smile a little dragon could have on their face. He couldn't express how he felt with words. Nestor picked him back up, this time on his back. The younger dragon adjusted himself to get more comfortable. His head rested on top of Nestor's. His purple tail waved back and forth.

"Hold on tight, okay? We're heading to Magic Crafters!"

"What for?"

"You'll see, Spyro."

Nestor walked outside of the library. His wings spread out, extending out as far as it could. He took off into the air, flying up high into the sky. Spyro looked below him. He always loved being high up like this. The sheep, every piece of grass sticking up, the flowers, just about everything looked tiny. It amazed the young dragon how everything could look so small from a distance. He could even see a few of the other dragon elders from up there.

Spyro lifted his head up and looked at the sky. It was starting to change from blue to a lilac. Snow showed up on parts of the ground and top of mountains ahead. Goat sheep ran around and about without a care in the world. Wooden bridges started entering his view as they got closer and closer. The change in scenery like that trapped his gaze and attention into a trance. It captured him enough where it only felt like nearly no time had passed.

Air fanned out towards all directions as Nestor landed onto the ground. Up ahead they could see Cosmos, who turned around then smiled upon seeing the two Artisans.

"Ah, Nestor!" Cosmos walked closer to them. "What brings you two here on a lovely day like this?"

"We're looking for Zantor. Do you happen to know where he is?"

Cosmos looked in a different direction then looked back at them. "I believe he's over that way." Cosmos pointed where he looked. "May I ask what this is about?"

"It's for little ol' Spyro here," Nestor looked up at Spyro.

Spyro just gave a big smile to him. Cosmos looked up at the young, smiling dragon straight in the eyes. He cupped Spyro's face, squishing his cheeks.

"We haven't had a young dragon like yourself in a long, long time." His smile became one of heartwarming as Cosmos removed his hands. "Come, I shall bring you to Zantor at once."

Cosmos started walking ahead. Nestor followed him; Spyro felt excited as he hung onto Nestor's back. They went into a short hallway made of stone that had torches on each side. When they got out of the other end, they saw some dragons younger than Spyro sitting on the ground while Zantor did some magic card tricks. A couple of other dragon elders stood near the lanky yellow dragon. They walked forward and awaited alongside the younger dragons.

Zantor had cards going from one hand to another, making the stack of cards bigger on his right hand. Once the final card landed on top, he clasped his hands together then separated the two. He showed both sides of his hands. The cards were nowhere to be seen. The dragons looked at each other in amazement, puzzled on where the cards could've disappeared to. Zantor only chuckled at their reactions.

His hands rose to the skies above, causing cards to rise from behind their horns, under their tails, and surprisingly even head spikes from the young audience. The dragons gasped, some looked at the areas where the cards manifested to see how they were even there with no success. Those very cards flew back to Zantor, circling around him as they glowed a cyan color. He bowed and all of the dragons clapped, especially a pink dragon with purple spikes standing up as she clapped though she soon fell back down afterwards.

Zantor looked at the audience before him before he realized that Nestor, Cosmos, and Spyro were there clapping as well.

"Oh what do you know, a couple of Artisans standing here right before our very eyes!" Zantor exclaimed, walking closer. "And my, how much you've grown! I hadn't seen you since you were just a baby dragon!"

He picked the purple dragon up off Nestor, raising him high up. Spyro's tail curled up inwards into his bright yellow underbelly. He slightly waved at the yellow magic user.

Zantor looked at Nestor. "So did you come here to visit?"

"No, but if he wants to we could stay here for a bit longer." Nestor answered.

He then looked back at Spyro, who was still staring at him. Zantor smiled as he put him down onto the ground. It seemed he had gotten exactly what he meant right away.

"Well if that's the case, then come with me. As you know, I work better in more open-spaced areas with those kinds of spells!" He turned to the kids. "Don't worry, I'll be right back! There's just something I have to do first."

Zantor walked ahead while the others followed, Spyro being right behind him. Within a few minutes, they went into a large circular room. It had no objects, no shelves, absolutely nothing in the room but space. Spyro ran to the middle of the area, moving his head all around in curiosity. Left, right, up, and everywhere his head had turned to. Once he finished he looked back at the dragon elders who stayed by the doorway still.

He intensely stared at them.

"So what are we doing here?"

"Well, Spyro," Cosmos started, "this is where you can start your transition, and Zantor will be more than happy to help you with that."

Spyro smiled wide, feeling as thrilled as a kid on their birthday. He started to bounce in place as his wings spread out far.

Zantor stepped forward and his cards flew ahead. They surrounded Spyro, constantly in motion as they tilted forward facing him. The yellow dragon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hands extended out, causing a pattern to appear below Spyro. The patterns glowed a light apricot and the cards did the same. The cards spinned faster and faster. Their light started to get brighter. As a result, Spyro closed his eyes shut.

After a minute, he opened one eye to take a peak. Cards were now laid down onto the floor, all of which pointed towards him. The pattern under him was now a faded white, no longer an orange color like it was before. He opened his other eye after he blinked. Spyro looked all over himself, seeing what was different, which from what he could tell there was nothing. He looked and felt exactly the same as before. The young dragon looked at Zantor with a face full of confusion and disappointment.

"There… Isn't anything different." Spyro said. He noticed how his voice didn't change either, it was the same as before as well. "Was that supposed to do something?"

"It doesn't take effect right away," Zantor explained. "It'll take some time to take full effect. Considering you're young and still developing, it shouldn't take too long for you."

"How long?" Spyro tilted his head.

"About five or six years, give or take."

"Six years?!" Spyro blurted out. "That's too long!"

"I'm sorry, Spyro, but I can't make it an instant thing. It wouldn't end up as desired and even then, that would take longer than it would waiting a few years for it to be complete." Zantor explained further.

Spyro groaned and crossed his arms.

"Don't worry, it should start taking effect tomorrow."

The purple dragon sighed. He hated the idea of having to be patient, but it seemed like it was the only thing he could do for the moment.

At least it wouldn't take too long to start.

Sunlight shined through the window, causing Spyro to throw his arm over his face to cover his eyes. He turned to his other side so the sunlight wouldn't get in his eyes.

Sparx tapped Spyro's snout multiple times. The dragon only tried swatting him away tiredly and lazily with no success. Due to even more tapping, he squinted his eyes opened. His little dragonfly friend glowed a golden yellow thanks to the light coming through. Sparx had stopped tapping now Spyro had his eyes slightly open. He groaned and half-heartedly covered his eyes.

"Just give me five more minutes…"

Sparx let out a buzzing noise of surprise. He then tapped Spyro once again, only this time he did so on his throat. Spyro tried swatting him away for a second time, though like before he had no success. Sparx grabbed his hand and tried pulling him out of bed. Spyro let out a mixture of groaning and sighing.

"Okay, Sparx, I'll get up- Wait a second!" He sprung up and his eyes widened. "Am I hearing things, or is my voice a little different? A little deeper?"

Sparx nodded.

Spyro let out a quiet 'yes' as he fist-pumped. "It's working!" He yelled out in excitement.

He jumped out of bed and ran out. Sparx followed right behind him. Spyro ran as fast as a little dragon like himself could run. Every area his eyes could look to, he looked. He had to find Nestor as soon as he could. Luckily for him he was nearby. The bigger dragon was putting down tons of wood and stone onto the ground, seemingly ready to work.

Spyro halted, leaving a dust trail behind him. He managed to stop right before he bumped into Nestor. He took a few seconds to catch his breath. Nestor turned around and saw Spyro.

"Oh good morning, Spyro." He welcomed the younger one. "What's gotten you so out of breath?"

"Nestor! My voice!" He started in between pants. "It's… It's getting deeper!"

Nestor only chuckled. "That means it's working already. Now, are you ready to help?"

As Spyro opened his mouth, his stomach began growling. He looked at his stomach then back at Nestor with his hands on it. He nervously laughed.

"It seems like you're hungry. We can eat first, then get to work." Nestor walked ahead of Spyro.

"Yeah, uh," Spyro ran up to his side, "sounds good!"

Grass rustled as his feet glided across the ground.

Spyro then laid down into the ground below. He turned his head over to the side. He saw the elders along with a camera man. What was being said, he didn't know. It wasn't something he was currently curious about. Spyro put his hands onto his chest and stomach. He had a smile upon his face. It had taken a while, but it felt quick and he was feeling happier compared to a couple years ago. It'll still be a bit, but now he wasn't minding that as much as before despite his impatience.

Enough thinking, though, he just wanted to relax for a little rather than have his mind busy. He turned his head where it pointed up against the sky above him. The dragon went to close his eyes, however before he closed his eyes entirely, he heard something he couldn't recognize. Spyro opened his eyes, but what he saw made them widen. He opened his wing up. It went on top of him. His wing covered body.

When he did that, he saw a blue magic shield circle him. It slowly disappeared from the top down, resulting in his wing lowering down back to his side. He looked at Sparx, who seemed like he was catching his breath. The dragonfly almost looked blue. Whatever was heading towards them, it took a lot out of Sparx if it was really him who summoned the blue shield.

"Are you okay, Sparx?"

He only nodded in response. Spyro looked over to the dragon elders and he swore could feel his stomach drop. Crystal statues took the place of those who were standing there. That included Nestor, who was on a higher platform compared to the other ones. He couldn't help but wondered if they were still alive or if they were gone for good. He shook his head. No, he couldn't let himself think that way. They were definitely alive, they couldn't go down that easily no matter what it was.

Spyro instantly got up, then ran over to the crystal statue that he knew was of Nestor's. Up close, it looked so different from Nestor, the same could be said for the other dragon elders as their statues looked nothing like them either. It was as if duplicates were everywhere. He laid his hand onto Nestor's statue.

Before he knew it, the crystal cracked and light shined through. Spyro took a few steps back in case the shards went everywhere. His wing covered his face as it came close to shattering. It shattered and the shards flew out then turned into light. He removed his wing and saw Nestor back as his normal self. The green dragon brushed off clothing and moved his neck. Spyro heard the cracks from Nestor stretching his neck out the way he did. Being in that crystal prison must've made him feel stiff.

Regardless, Spyro ran up to Nestor and hugged him, nearly knocking the air out of him.

"Whoa kid, I might've gotten stuck in there, but I ain't dying!" Nestor light-heartedly said, hugging back. "Thank you for releasing me, though."

Spyro pulled back.

"Release the other dragons, I'll go handle Gnasty Gnorc."

"I can handle Gnasty Gnorc! I'll get him while I free everyone!" Spyro firmly and confidently said.

Nestor opened his mouth as if to reject that idea, but instead he laughed. "If you think you can do that, then go right ahead. If you get crystalized, don't come crying back to me how you couldn't beat him!"

"Deal!" Spyro replied.

"Before you go, remember that Sparx will be keeping an eye on your health." Nestor looked at Sparx. "He'll change colors when you get hit."

Spyro nodded in affirmation. He broke off the hug then ran off to the other crystals, headbutting and flaming whatever got in his way. Despite his worries, Nestor couldn't help but be proud of Spyro.

He had a feeling that Spyro could do it.

A/N: That moment when a thing you blurt out gets you all the way to making a fanfic when you thought it was just gonna be a headcanon. But regardless I am pretty excited to do this! Already a good chunk into chapter two so that might come out soon so if you're enjoying this so far then keep an eye out for that!