Communing with Nature

By Commentaholic

A/N: My first LoS story. Forgive any inconsistencies, as I have only ever played Dawn of the Dragon. I'd like to thank the LoS wiki for helping me become somewhat knowledgable in the subject.

Well, this plot bunny came to me a few days ago. I figured... Nah, nevermind. You'll just have to find out for yourselves. The setting should explain itself, if you have any familiarity with Dawn of the Dragon. This occurs after Dawn of the Dragon, or, more accurately, right as Spyro is mending the world.

This story will have spatterings of POV marks, where it becomes necessary to do things from a specific individual's point of view.

Prologue: The Awakening

-=Spyro's POV=-

"Spyro, when a dragon dies, he does not truly leave this world.

His spirit lives on, binding itself with nature,

offering hope for the future..."

Spyro's ears still rang with his mentor's words as the world tore itself apart around him. His mind whirred furiously. Surely he could do something!

His eyes snapped open as a sudden realization seared its way into the forefront of his mind, "... I know what I have to do!"

Spyro looked over at Cynder. While she had once been his enemy, Spyro had chosen to accept her as a friend, against the counsel and advice of others. He knew that she had good within her, that a noble dragon had existed before her corruption by Malefor. Cynder's head flicked towards him as he said these words. Her eyes looked at him curiously... trusting...

"Just get out of here, Cynder." he finished. The dragoness's eyes widened as she shook her head from side to side.

"Spyro, no! You don't have to do anything! Let's just go..."

Spyro cut her off, "Where, Cynder? There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart... But I think I can stop it... I think I'm meant to..." he said, looking away once more. He couldn't bear to look into her face as he said these words. He was surprised to feel a reassuring touch as Cynder nuzzled up against him.

"Then I'm with you," Cynder whispered in his ear.

Spyro drew himself up onto his hind legs, wings outstretched. His hind legs left the purple crystal floor as the power of the fury swarmed around him.

I can feel it...

And he could. In his mind, he could feel every piece of the world as it shattered, flying out into the void of space. He gritted his teeth, reaching for his power to pull them back.

Amid the light that blazed everywhere, obscuring all vision, echoed a single phrase:

"I love you."

Then nothing more. The light flowed out from the purple-hued crystal that formed the world's core as Spyro unleashed his power.

-=Cynder's POV=-

Cynder felt her body erupt in pain, as though a million tiny flames had pried up each individual scale, crawled inside, and burned to their hearts' content. The light seeped through her eyes, which were tightly shut, causing the black dragoness to see sparkles dance across the inside of her eyelids

She felt Spyro move beside her, heard him whisper something she couldn't hear...

Then a force slammed against her, sending her flying through the air. Darkness crept in from the edges of her vision as her body hurtled through the air at a speed that made lightning seem slow. The G-forces pulled at her form as she lost consciousness, and everything faded into nothingness.

The cool night air rang with the nocturnal chorus of the many animals and insects that preferred the moonlit world. The drifting islands that had been the Valley of Avalar creaked at the ends of their tethers, occasionally bumping into one another as they floated on the magical currents that bound the world together.

A flicker of bright light cut through the dark underbrush, casting long shadows against the short grass of the green plains. A flock of birds took to the air, squawking and chirping at the sudden interruption to their slumber.

The light appeared again, tendrils of writhing energy emitting from a vortex that had just appeared amid the light. The light grew in intensity until, in a loud sound similar to the cracking of a whip, it pulsed one last time before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

A smoking crater was all that remained of the unnatural event, the only evidence that it had occurred at all.

And in the center of this crater was a black-scaled dragoness with a red-scaled underbelly and a blade-like tail. She stumbled, as if exhausted, before collapsing in a heap on the sizzling, cracked ground.

Ouch...

Her whole body ached. Ebony eyelids fluttered open, revealing bleary eyes. The world, currently a mass of blurry shapes, slowly resolved into clarity as she shook her head to clear it of confusion. As the dragoness raised her head to try to get a look around, a high-pitched squealy voice split the silence.

"UNCLE, SHE'S AWAKE!"

The dragoness slammed her paws over her head, trying to shelter herself from the ringing that followed the loud voice. A small, green-scaled dragon hopped past her vision, bounding out of a door that the dragoness just realized was there.

Where am I? she wondered.

Her eyes darted around the room that she now found herself in. The bed was covered by a dark blue bedspread with bright blue pillows. Across the room, a fire crackled in a stone fireplace. Atop the mantle of the fireplace rested a couple portraits of a trio of dragons, the adults were green and blue, and the small one (the dragoness assumed it to be the one who had just near split her head open with his noise) was green.

A noise drew her attention back towards the door. In the doorway stood a large blue male dragon with three white horns jutting up from his brow that continued upward for an inch before curving back over his head.

"Ah, you're awake!" he said, his voice filled with pleasant surprise. "We were afraid that you might not make it, given the condition we found you in."

"What condition?" the dragoness croaked, her voice weak from disuse.

The smaller green dragon came up beside the blue one, hopping up and down, obviously eager about something the dragoness couldn't speculate on.

"First things first, young dragon. My name is Kelvos, and this is my nephew, Granir. What's your name?" the elder dragon asked patiently.

"My name is... name is..." her voice faltered. What is my name? She brought her paw up to her head, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Who am I?

Seeing that the black dragoness was obviously distressed, Kelvos waved his paw in a dismissive manner. "Forget it. You are obviously still recovering from your ordeal. Get some rest. We'll be back in the morning." Kelvos herded Granir out of the room, closing the door behind him.

-=Outside the room=-

"But Uncle, isn't that-" Granir began as soon as Kelvos had closed the door.

"Hush!" Kelvos growled, startling Granir. It wasn't like Kelvos to be so serious. "We will discuss it no more." he said firmly.

Kelvos walked past his stunned nephew and into his study, where he prepared a letter to be delivered to Warfang, the great Dragon City. The purple dragon had to be notified of this new development.

A/N: Well, it's obviously Cynder that we've got here... but what's wrong with her?

-Gasp!-

Could she have amnesia? Find out more about the situation in the next chapter.

Now, depending on circumstances, this story might get pushed on the backburner, as some of my stories are more pressing to get updated. Though, I'm sure that reviews might change my mind...

-=Commentaholic=-