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                    Story Time with the Chronicler  Ignitus was  supervising the recording of the triumphs and failures of the new age. When a female voice came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Four dragons wish to enter, two have previously won the right and two that are to young for the challenge.” Ignitus smiled, “Allow them entry,” and turned to face the door as it opened. “Spyro, Cynder welcome. It’s good to see you again,” said Ignitus. “It’s good to see you again too,” answered Cynder. “And who are these young dragons with you,” asked Ignitus. “Yeah

  Ignitus sat out on the dragon temple balcony. He had no pressing matters to attend to, so he meditated and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Presently he spotted something flying toward the temple. He smiled when the object came close enough to detect its purple coloring. But the smile faded when he noticed that this was no leisurely flight. No Spyro was coming in fast, very fast. Ignitus prepared himself, something would soon require his full attention.  Spyro came to a running landing and rushed past Ignitus. He was full grown now, as big as the guardians. “Spyro what’s wrong?” “Not now Ignitus.” Spyro looked and s

                                                      Morning  The next morning Inferno went right to Spyro and Cynder’s chamber. He spent a restless night waiting for - something. An earthquake, a flash of light, peals of thunder, anything to announce the passing of the two great dragons. There was only silent’s. The other guardians and Ampeer were waiting for him at the door. Inferno reached for the door, but stopped, he couldn’t just barge in. So Inferno knocked, when no answer came he opened the door. Inferno entered followed by Ampeer and walked over to where the two dragons lay. Inferno checked Spyro for any signs of l

                                                       Sunset  The guardians were stunned, Ampeer was silent but tears were streaming down his face. Inferno refused to give up, “Then we must go to the Dark Master’s old lair and search through his spells. If we hurry we can recast the bonding spell in time.” “Hush child,” Cynder snapped. “You wish our curse to continue.” Inferno shrank back from her glare. “We watched every single one of our children grow old and die. Powerless to do anything to save them. Most of our grandchildren are gone too. Please Inferno don’t make us watch you die as well

                                                     Bad News   After the small ceremony was over Spyro and Cynder drew themselves to their full height and Spyro, using his command voice, called Ampeer and Snowflake. They quickly came before him and Spyro started to speak. “When the time comes, young Spyro will be brought here to train. But they can only teach him how to fight. You need to teach him what to fight for. You are the most important teachers your son will ever have. You must teach him love, compassion and a sense of justice. Without this foundation anything he learns here at the temple will be wasted. Fail and he will fol

                                                             Hatching   Ampeer turned and walked back to the nest and Snowflake, licked his very relieved mate on her cheek and settled in his place beside the nest. “Since your young one seems to be resting still, please let me explain myself. Ampeer I’m sure you know that

                                                       Honor    It takes a long time for a dragon to hatch, with periods of rest between the infants efforts. During these rest times the adults talked among themselves. Ampeer was talking with Thunder and Shale, Snowflake not surprisingly conversing with Glacia.   Ampeer was answering a question fr

                                                         History   Spyro and Cynder walked up to the nest. Nuzzled Ampeer and Snowflake then looked at their egg. It was wiggling in the nest and a crack had already appeared. Occasionally a squeak could be heard from inside. The adults huddled around the nest, softly calling encouragement to the baby

                                               If your looking for battles,                                       This is the wrong story for you.                                                    Part 1                                                ARRIVAL It was early morning as two dragons approached  the dragon temple. They touched down gracefully on the large balcony and stopped to catch their breath. “Are you alright my love,” asked Spyro. “A little tired, but fine,” answered Cynder.  “This is where I first learned to fly,” thought Spyro. “Now a short flight tires me out. Forget making i