Chapter One - Purple and Gold

Summer scanned the mountain in front of her. The stars in the night sky provided acceptable light for a preliminary scan of the mountain sides. Her long hike had given her several conclusions that would have to be confirmed or denied during the next day.

As she settled into her camp that was tucked in a crevice in the side of the mountain, so tight that she had to crawl on her stomach to get in, she sent one last look at the mountain. Her helmet and body armor hiding any emotion, "Thorn." She sighed, "I hope to whatever deity is out there you're right about your daughter." She shook her head and let out a sad laugh, "Or else this amnesic soldier won't know what to do."

The human (who didn't even know how she knew she was a human.) then placed her head fully down on the rock and went to sleep.

Sunny's pained yell was muffled by a gag as Spyro's ice breath connected with the burns along her back. A tear trickled down the side of her cheek, the tear born from the sudden pain of the freezing breath hitting the still hot fire burns along her back and the edges of her wings.

When the excruciating pain became a dull throbbing she knew that the PurpleWing had finished icing her burns. "It hurts." She moaned as the gag rolled from her mouth.

"Wouldn't hurt so much if you moved." Spyro said, giving the burns a look over.

"I barely even saw her coming." Sunny complained.

"Then you should pay more attention to your surroundings." He rolled his eyes as she pouted.

"It still wouldn't have helped. I don't dodge fast enough."

"Then maybe you should learn to dodge just a tiny bit faster." He teased, ducking under the poorly aimed swipe at his snout. He smiled, befor-

Whack!

His paw moved dimly up to touch the side of his snout that stung from the tail whack. "Should have just a paid a bit more attention, O'master dodger." Sunny teased before settling into a nice, comfy, sleeping position.

"Whatever you say, master…" He trailed off and heat rose to his cheeks when he realized that he didn't have a comeback to that and he had just ended it with "Master". Sunny started to shake with laughter as tried her best to hold it in.

"It's OK, Spyro." She mumbled as she looked away. "Now can I please get some sleep?"

"Sure thing, Sunny." He turned and started towards the exit of the cave. He peered over his shoulder, his eyes falling on the soft and steady rising and dipping of her sides, he softly murmured "Sweet dreams, Sunny."

The "Guardians" were in the middle of discussing something about the war when a certain purple dragon barged into the cave. "Spyro!" Webs cried.

"What are you doing!" Kestrel hissed, marching towards him.

"What am I doing?" He growled, "What are you doing?" He raised his snout to meet her own. "I just had to gag Sunny and freeze her back and wings because you thought that hitting her square in the back with fire was a good idea!" His voice rose to a roar as the last part came out. "So, tell me, Guardian, what are you doing?" His voice lowered and his words were dunked and soaked in venom.

Kestrel's eyes simply narrowed in response, "What I do to train you stupid dragonets is none of your concern-"

"It is when you almost kill us!"

Kestrel simply glared at him in return to his interruption. The air around the two dragons grew stale, the tension was thick enough to cut and the air between the two became more hostile. "I think that's enough for now." Dune said, stepping between the two dragons. "Back to your cave, Orphan."

Spyro winced at the nickname. He knew he wasn't part of the prophecy, the only reason he was here was because of Web's mercy. He was reminded constantly by Kestrel and Dune.

"Now."

Dune's voice left no room for arguing. "But-" He sputtered before catching a pleading look from Webs. "Fine." He turned on his foot and marched straight out of the cave.

He was halfway down the corridor when Webs caught up to him. "Spyro, I wanted to say I'm sorry." He said as he placed a paw on Spyro's shoulder.

"You say it every time." Spyro growled. He knew he shouldn't vent his frustration on Webs but other than the wall he was the only thing available.

"And I mean it every time." He said, "Look, Spyro. I know it might be difficult for you because you not part of the prophecy, heck you're not even a last minute substitute like Glory was." He sighed when Spyro sent him a fleeting glare before looking away, "But you are here. You have the other dragonets and when the time comes for you all to save the world…" this time when Spyro's gaze drifted back to him it stayed there.

"I have a feeling that you will be one of the most important dragons in their story."

"That's where you wrong, Webs. I may have special scales and may be the only one of my kind…. But I don't - I won't be part of how the they save the world. I'm a footnote in history. Nothing more." He growled spinning out of Web's grip and away from him.

Web's chuckles made Spyro stop mid stride and face him, "What!?"

"Oh, Spyro." He sighed, "The guardians can't help you or them once you leave the mountain. That's why he train you so hard, but you - you will be the one who takes care of them when we can't. You already do." Webs drew closer to him, until they were almost touching. "And I know you can't leave them to fly into the hell's maw without you. When all is said and done, you will be their protector. I believe in you. They believe in you. Don't let them down."

Spyro felt a new burden settle on his shoulders as Webs' words made their full impact hut he smiled anyway, "I don't plan to. Ever. You can trust them with me." He turned, his smile quickly dying, and walked down the cave

.

"I know I can, Spyro. I know I can." Webs muttered, turning around to get back to the meeting.

Spyro sighed as he turned a corner towards his own sleeping cave. The stone hallway looked even more foreboding than usual as he treaded through the cave. "Spyro!" A voice called, he turned (barely managing a smile) to face the voice and was not surprised that he found the Nightwing he considered his brother (Another responsibility) jogging to catch up with him.

"Yes, Starflight?" He returned to his walk as Starflight fell into step beside him.

"Is Sunny going to be OK?" He rush out, similar to the way some takes off a Band-Aid.

Spyro rolled his eyes at his brother's obviousness. "She'll probably be sore for a couple days. Maybe have a burn or two that'll take awhile to go away…" He trailed off when he noticed Starflight cringe at the latter comment. "But," He started, putting an arm around him, "In the end, she'll be bouncing off the walls and back to her old self before we know it."

Starflight smiled and thanked him before taking off towards the sleeping caves. 'Hey! Starflight!" He shouted with a genuine smile, "She'll be fine. She's tougher than you think. But for the love of the moon, let her sleep!"

He laughed as Starflight gave a pointed stare.

Life under the mountain may be hard.

But his siblings made it all worth it.

And he wouldn't let anyone take them from him.

Period.

Scraaaaaape.

She pulled against the chains harder as the mask drew closer.

Scraaaaape.

The cold, steal mask was mounted on her face.

Hello, it's so good to see you again.

No. Nononnonononono. Not again. She fought as hard as she could to keep control

Why do you resist? It's better for you not to.

No. She wouldn't be her again. Never again.

But why? You enjoyed. The blood and killing. You enjoyed it.

She wasn't her.

Oh, but I am. I am the new and improved you.

I am the Terror of the Skies.

I am the new and improved Cynder.

So, this was an idea I had bouncing around in my head. I will add one or two more chapters to round everything out and will continue the story after TFBTG. If not I will simply come back to this later and finish it then.

Fly high and long my beautiful dragonets (Yes! Now I can say it in the proper fandom!)

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