Hello all, and welcome to my first Fanfiction Story! Thank you so much for checking it out, I appreciate it SO MUCH! I would especially like to thank DragonMaster000, The Wandering King, 4Dragons, Spartan-029, Riverstyxx, and Airchi for the inspiration to take a task like this on. Check out all their awesome stories!

If you feel compelled, I ask that you would give any constructive criticism you can, it is very encouraging even if the review is completely criticizing because it still means someone cared enough to write something. I would like special thanks sent to DragonMaster000 for his willingness to let me borrow his Dragon game of Thunderball! Now here is…

Ugh- dangit! I almost forgot the disclaimer:

I do not own the Spyro the dragon franchise blah-blah-blah or have any affiliation with whoever does, blah-blah legal stuff, I only own my characters and my original plot.

Ok, now that's over with: Here is (for reals now…)

The Next Generation

I must say I am very proud of how Spyro and Cynder have raised my namesake. As The Chronicler of this new age, it is my job to archive the lives of every dragon. And I was very honored that after Spyro and Cynder fell in love and became lifemates after the death of the tyrannical Malefor, they would name their son after me. He is not perfect by a long shot, but he sticks to his core values, just like his father all those years ago. His life is about to take an interesting turn and I would like to tell you his story, now where did I put his Book? Ah there it is, - and I think I should start, Hmm, right here. Now this is where it all begins…

Chapter 1

"Ignitus? Are you paying attention?"

Only experience and practice saved the purple and dark crimson dragon from jolting up from his sleep.

"Oh! Uh, yes Master Cyril!" he lied to the elderly guardian. "Yes I was, I just read ahead in the textbook a little and I lost my place."

Cyril nodded, "Hmph, well then now, where was I? Ah yes, as I was saying the political climate of that era was-"

Ignitus mentally chuckled as Cyril droned on. "Goofy old dragon" He thought.

He looked over right where he knew his adopted Earth dragon brother Bralor was sitting and saw him trying to be politely alert, but his honest attempt was ruined when his eyelids drooped and he failed to contain a gargantuan yawn, which was then mimicked by many other students across the room.

This time Ignitus quietly chuckled aloud. Cyril was finishing up his lecture about the great Ice dragon Borealis and his role in negotiating a peace with the ancient Wolf tribes of the far north many centuries ago, when the Warfang Academy bell tower musically tolled out the end of the day's classes.

With a relieved sigh, Ignitus packed up his satchel, slung it over his wing and gave a farewell wave to Cyril in the same movement, then headed out the large wooden doors from the stone classroom.

As he walked down the hall with the many other multicolored students and Bralor beside him, he did not miss how the dragonesses gazes would dart to his dark but shining purple scales. The flowing silvery designs on his shoulders made his frame look wider than it actually was, and wings that were quite large for his age hinted at the natural airborne talent he inherited from his mother. He inherited most of his secondary colors and his bladed tail-tip from Her, but his frame and other physical attributes he had his Father to thank, including his strong reddish-silver chest scale plates, fin-like spine spikes , and silver horns that were almost identical in shape to Spyro's except for a gentler forward angle and a smoother texture.

Bralor was different, because of the circumstances of his adoption, Ignitus didn't know much about Bralor's heritage. But one thing was obvious, his parents must have both been large and powerful earth dragons, for he grew strong, imposingly muscular, and physically mature much faster than his peers, including Ignitus, with huge amount of raw elemental power and a voice like muffled thunder to match.

His scales were a deep green, with light tan wing membranes and chest scales. Thick dark brown back-spikes and intimidating horns that were short but thick curled around his skull to point forward along his wide jaw. His tail tip was like a blacksmiths hammer with short and stout spikes on one side and smooth on the other. Dark brown rock-like natural plating protected his shoulders and hips. As a result of his amazingly fast growth and bulky frame he was often clumsy with small things. Bralor is stoic but not gruff, polite but a little shy, and has a simple, wise, and incorruptible ethical stance that Ignitus knew had kept him out of trouble more than once.

Bralor glanced at Ignitus as he confidently smiled to the others going down the hall, and as they walked through the big Academy double doors he rumbled in his deep voice, "You were lucky this time Ignitus. If Cyril's eyes were better he would have noticed your purple face drooling."

Ignitus laughed as they walked out to the Front Grounds, "Yup, I know it. All these years and it still astounds me how Master Cyril can put a group of dragons to sleep, even if he's talking about an old war or battle."

Bralor stayed silent but Ignitus saw him nod.

By now the Front Ground had long shadows cast across it's lawn by the large fir trees in the Academy Grounds as the sun lowered its golden light down toward the west. The Warfang Academy's stones almost glowed behind Ignitus and Bralor as they and the other students dispersed across the grounds to take off from the side of the hill overlooking Warfang and head home for the weekend.

"Let's go drop our stuff off at home before we go meet the others" said Ignitus as they reached a clear area to take off, once again Bralor simply nodded and spread his massive wings.

Ignitus nimbly leaped into the air and took flight smoothly, and looked back to see Bralor taking a powerful running start to get his muscled frame airborne. "C'mon big guy! We have an appointment to keep!"

Bralor grunted and thumped Ignitus on the shoulder with his wing as he flapped by, headed towards their home. "Hehehe- OW! Hey!"

"Hi Mom, we're back!" Ignitus announced as they landed on the balcony and opened the double-doors into the cozy guest-room.

As proper, the Saviors of the Realms had a beautiful house, with a great view of the sprawling streets of Warfang out the balcony.

A tall black Dragoness came out of the side room and smiled, "Welcome back my little ones!"

Ignitus teasingly pretended to cringe as Cynder used the motherly pet-name, Bralor just smiled slightly as his adoptive mom included him in it, even though he was anything but little.

"I assume you two are headed right back out?" Cynder asked as they dropped their bags off in their separate rooms.

Bralor grunted in affirmative and Ignitus explained. "Yeah, we're meeting Ike, Kayla, and Teslie in the Market district to get some dinner, then we're pooling our money together to watch the Thunderball Championship!"

Cynder smiled, "Well your father is coming home late tonight too, just remember to be home in time to get some sleep, and-" she playfully glared at him and growled- " I command you to have lots of fun."

Ignitus cracked a large grin as he hugged his mother on the way back to the balcony. "Yes Mom, I guess I'll try." Cynder laughed at his teasing exasperation and hugged Bralor before she waved them both off with her wing. "Now get out of here you rascals! And don't come back if you haven't had fun!"

They leaped off the balcony and headed toward the center of the city that was now glowing with torches in the growing twilight. Bralor twisted in the air and boomed back: "Yes Ma'am!"

As they glided down into the Market district the warm smells of cooking meats wafted around them, the streets were packed with Thunderball fans of all species, and the stores around them were taking full advantage of the occasion. Though as hungry as they were, they needed to meet their friends at the north fountain before they ate.

Ignitus soon spotted the fountain in the glow of torches and angled toward it, then he noticed a pale yellow and gray figure waving at them. "Hey Bralor, Teslie is already here!"

Teslie is actually Volteer's Great-niece and is an electricity dragon like him. She is short for her age, with her zig-zag horns only coming up to the chin of most of her peers, but her size hid a sometimes playful but mostly scary temper that could pop up in an instant. She has a two-pronged tail end that let electricity arc between them at random intervals. Her wing membranes, horns, chest-scales, and back-spikes are a light gray, but the rest of her is a pale but pretty shade of yellow that is only a little lighter than her uncles scales. She also inherited Volteer's love for knowledge and books, and fortunately did not inherit her Great-uncles speedy tongue.

Teslie's petite form trotted towards them as they landed, her feminine countenance expressed mild rage and electricity sparked across her gray wings.

"IGNITUS!" She barked. Ignitus sent a confused look in Bralor's direction but only got a shrug in reply.

"You told me to be here TWO HOURS before twilight! So here I waited for everyone to come, only to find out from a very kind passerby that the Championship wasn't until an hour AFTER twilight!"

"But Tesl-." Ignitus sputtered,

"NO! You'd better run, 'cause if catch you: you're, gonna, PAY!"

Ignitus yelped as she shot a yellow bolt of energy in his direction, and she started chasing him around the Fountain.

"But Teslie, it's just a mista- OW!" Bralor watched with an amused smirk as his half-brother ran away from the enraged little dragoness, using his meager control over Dragon Time to barely evade her.

Bralor turned his head away from the amusing spectacle as the he sensed two dragons through the cobblestone approaching him and saw the siblings Ike and Kayla walk up to his side.

Kayla had an amused but curious expression on her face. "What did the Purple Lump do this time?" she asked.

"There was a miscommunication." Bralor answered her shortly.

"About what?"

"Timing."

"Oh... I see." Comprehension dawned on her and a yellow flash of weak lightning that caused Ignitus to yelp again flickered across her face. "Well, we're all here now, so I'll go break it up" Kayla said.

Ignitus leaped over a cart, activated his limited control over dragon time and dashed to the right in an effort to escape, then he released his power only to have his world slow down in a different way as he saw the beautiful and full-figured light blue dragoness make her way over. The torchlight sparkled in her aqua green eyes, reflected over white horns that gently curled back and up behind her head, down a smooth jawline that betrayed an amused grin that never failed to make his heart skip. It continued across her curved ivory chest scales, then down her folded wings and white back-spines, ending at a sharp icicle shaped tail. But the captivating image was shattered when he tripped and fell jarringly hard.

Stars flashed across his eyes when his jaw crashed into the cobbled ground and he suddenly found his wings trapped beneath the sparking paws of Teslie.

She gripped one of his silvery horns in a paw as she triumphantly stood on his wings, and glanced up to see Kayla standing in front of the prone and very uncomfortable Ignitus.

"Kayla!" she said happily, stepping off of Ignitus to hug her friend, then quickly hopping back as he tried to get up with a groan.

"What's this about Teslie?" Kayla asked.

Ignitus tried to explain, "I just- mmphf!"

His indignant explanation was cut off by Kayla holding his snout to the ground with a forepaw.

Ike nudged Bralor as Teslie and Kayla talked, "Hehehe, what I wouldn't give to have two dragonesses all over me like that, eh?"

Bralor just rolled his eyes at his friend's inappropriate humor. Ike has always been kind of spastic creature, and his sense of humor didn't help. Many others in the Academy were watchful for his skinny and lanky teal and off-white figure, since wherever he went: some kind of prank followed.

As Kayla's brother, Ike shared many characteristics with his sister such as his back-spines and tail tip, but his horns split like antlers near the ends and did not curl behind his head as much. A pale jagged scar crossed his right wing membrane, the result of an accident with a Mane'athorn bush when he was younger.

Ike leaned in closer to Bralor and whispered, "It was me who suggested to Ignitus that we needed to meet at two hours before twilight because I knew that he'd tell Teslie, then later I told him that I had found out the Championship started after twilight instead and also told him that I had already let Teslie know as well."

Ike snickered, "It worked perfect!"

His face fell though when he saw Kayla and Teslie glaring at him after they had figured it out. "Except for the part where they realize it was me", he sighed.

Bralor looked down at him and rumbled, "Indeed."

Ignitus let the girls help him up of the cobbled road as he brushed off his scales, he graciously accepted their apologies, then it was his turn to snicker as his best friend was taken down by his own sister and the fiery little lightning dragoness.

Ignitus joined Bralor at the side of the fountain with Kayla and Teslie as Ike got up groaning and sporting a small electrical burn on his side. "Alright guys, Bralor is hungry so let's go grab something on our way to the Championship." Ignitus enthusiastically turned toward the market.

Ike looked over at Ignitus with his brow raised, "But he's always hungry!"

"So let's feed him before he eats one of us!" Teslie laughed. "C'mon friends!"

With full bellies and exited spirits the five young dragons soon left the food court, headed straight for the enormous Warfang Thunderball Arena. The tall oval stone structure was brilliantly lit up with massive torches, magical light sources, and was aloud with hundreds of voices eagerly waiting for the match to begin.

"Let's go pay for our seats guys!" Ike called over the crowd.

With Bralor's buff frame carving a path through the throng of Dragons, Moles, a few Cheetahs, and various other creatures, they had little trouble reaching one of the many entrances.

They handed their gems over to the ticket master and headed into the huge oval colosseum, it was an incredible and brilliantly designed building were the stands are built to accommodate almost every creature around. Smaller creatures could sit on the stands, and since dragons are such bigger creatures- there were hollowed catacombs underneath the stands where they could comfortably sit and poke their heads and necks through and still see the match without blocking the view of smaller creatures.

Ignitus subtly maneuvered himself around his friends so that he could sit next to Kayla. She leaned over to him and yelled over the noise of the crowd: "Ignitus, It's been a long time since I've seen a Thunderball match, so could you explain all this for me?"

Ignitus gladly obliged, "Well, first there are two teams of five dragons who start at opposite ends of the arena. And each team has their own pedestal with a white ball hovering over it. The goal is for one team to grab the other teams ball and run it back to their own side, but if they do not charge it with their own element before they grab it, after a second it will harmlessly explode in their face. The other team is trying to do the same thing though, so there is an offense/defense aspect to it. Tackling and other melee combat are expected and encouraged as long as no lethal force is used, and there is also no flying allowed, but they can jump whenever they need to avoid an obstacle or an opposing player."

"So they just don't use wings?"

"They can use wings for anything other than staying airborne."

"What about elements?"

"Each player can hinder the other team with their element but can't directly attack with it. For instance, I know an ice dragon can make a sheet of ice on the ground to make maneuvering difficult, but then an earth dragon can counter by making paw-spikes for traction. They tend to get really creative with it!"

He stopped as Kayla nodded and then gestured with her snout at the announcer, a mole with a large megaphone who was barely visible on the 2,000 foot long grass field built for adult dragons. He walked out onto the middle of the field and called the audience to silence.

After the dramatically quiet pause, his magically magnified voice echoed around the stadium as he yelled: "It's time for THUNDERBALL!"