Spyro: Earn Our Happy Ending

(C7) Premonition

Under the soft glow of the spirit gems, Spyro and Cynder gathered around their three hatchlings. The little dragons, still adjusting to the world around them, chirped softly in the warm embrace of their parents. The cave seemed to echo with the promise of new beginnings.

Spyro, his bioluminescent scales casting a gentle light, looked at the firstborn, the one with scales that shimmered in hues of purple and gold. "Let's call her Aurora," he suggested, a nod to the enchanting lights that grace the sky during the night.

Cynder, her wings draped protectively around the hatchlings, smiled in agreement. "Aurora, a name as beautiful as the lights it's inspired by."

They turned their attention to the second, the female with scales that blended pink, lavender, and gold. Spyro's eyes sparkled as he proposed, "How about Ignis? It captures the fiery spirit within her scales."

Cynder nodded, appreciating the strength in the name. "Ignis, a name as fiery as her spirit."

Finally, their gaze settled on the male hatchling, adorned in a blend of red, orange, and gold scales. Spyro mused, "And for him, let's go with Luna. It's a name that captures the calm and soothing essence he seems to radiate."

Cynder chuckled softly, "Luna, a name as serene as his spirit. These names are incredible, Spyro."

With their choices made, Spyro and Cynder whispered the names to their hatchlings. The cave, once filled with the hushed tones of contemplation, now echoed with the joyous chirps of Aurora, Ignis, and Luna. The hatchlings, as if sensing the significance of their names, snuggled closer to their parents.

As the Dragon Realms held its breath in anticipation of the impending conflict, a new chapter unfolded in the quiet sanctuary of the cave. Aurora, Ignis, and Luna, names woven into the tapestry of destiny, represented the hope that Spyro and Cynder held for a future free from the shadows of war.

In the days that followed the naming of their hatchlings, Spyro and Cynder watched over Aurora, Ignis, and Luna with a mix of wonder and determination. The hatchlings, now named and with their identities solidified, seemed to grow more each passing day.

Spyro, ever the protector, spent his days teaching Aurora the art of flight, her purple and gold scales glistening in the sunlight as she soared alongside her father. Ignis, with her fiery spirit, showed a natural affinity for fire, and Cynder guided her through the intricacies of harnessing her elemental power.

Meanwhile, Luna, with his serene demeanor, preferred to observe the world around him, his amber eyes filled with curiosity as he absorbed the lessons imparted by his parents. Together, Spyro and Cynder ensured that their hatchlings were prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

As the Dragon Realms braced for the inevitable clash with Vespera, Spyro and Cynder found solace in the bond they shared as a family. The love that had once united them in their journey against Malefor now extended to their hatchlings, each one a beacon of hope in the face of darkness.

In the quiet sanctuary of their cave, surrounded by the soft glow of the spirit gems, Spyro and Cynder marveled at the sight of their hatchlings sleeping peacefully, their gentle breaths a reminder of the innocence they sought to protect.

"Spyro," Cynder began, her voice barely above a whisper, "do you ever worry about what the future holds for them? Will they be able to overcome the challenges that await?"

Spyro turned to her, his eyes reflecting both the weight of their responsibilities and the unwavering determination that defined their bond. "Of course, Cynder. But we'll guide them, just as Ignitus once guided me. Together, we'll ensure that Aurora, Ignis, and Luna have the strength and courage to face whatever comes their way."