One can not remain young forever. Even creatures blessed with long lives are doomed to grow old and expire as well. Such was the case with Spyro and Cynder, thought, they are not going to perish just yet, for they have a few more decades to live.
Hundreds of years passed since the tyrant Malefor was defeated. In those centuries the dragon population grew, cities and towns were rebuilt, and destroyed temples were restored to their former glory.
It is here, in swamp's temple, that our story begins. Elder Spyro was staring out the window of his room, gazing at the giant mushrooms and rushing river below, reflecting on his young days.
Behind him Elder Cynder was pacing slowly. She fidgeted every time she stood still, and she look every now and then over her old mates shoulder at the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of something.
They were waiting for the arrival of the Fire guardian Infernous, one of Spyro's eldest sons. He was bringing his children along as well, so that they can see their mighty grandfather and grandmother.
That was why Spyro and Cynder were so anxious, but the purple dragon concealed it much better than his mate.
Suddenly five black shapes appeared in the horizon. From the shapes Spyro could tell that they were obviously dragons.
"They're here," Spyro said, his voice sounding deep and tired, which was natural for his old age.
"They are?" Cynder exclaimed with a creaky voice.
"Yes," Spyro confirmed.
They were waiting outside when Infernous, his mate and children landed at the steps of the temple. Infernous was a spitting image of his father when Spyro was young, but only with dark-red scales.
His mate was a beautiful water dragoness with webbed feet, ocean green scales and shell-shaped horns. Her name was Cleo.
Infernous had sired three children; the eldest was names Blaze and was a fire dragon at the age of fifteen, having the same scale coloring as his father; the second was a female named Crystal, who looked a lot like Cynder when she was young, only with green scales (she was fourteen years old); and the last was little Frodo, the baby of the family, who looked a lot like his mother. He was thirteen years old and just hitted puberty.
Spyro and Cynder exchanged happy greeting with Infernous, Cleo and their grandchildren. After that a small feast was held.
But Blaze had other plans in mind, saying to his sister: "Hey, we should go outside and explore the swamp a little."
"No way!" Crystal exclaimed, "Mom and dad are going to be very angry if we seek off."
"O, stop being such a goody-two-shoes," Blaze complained.
But Crystal still refused.
"Fine then," said Blaze, "I'll go alone."
His sister called out to him as he flew away from the safety of the temple, but he ignored her, and that was how the trouble all began...
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