"I'll race you to Granny Violet's!" A young dragon called out as he started running along the rolling green grassy hills. "You know even a head start won't help you, right?" An elf called back, now beginning to sprint himself. The two playfully ran along the green area, dodging sheep as they grazed, and making sure to stay out of everyone's way. The two were fast, though the elf was far ahead of the dragon in no time at all, and waiting at the side of a building that smelled of pies and cakes as the young purple dragon finally caught up. "No fair! I can never beat you, Flame!" "But you're able to keep up well on your feet, keep it up, Spyro," Flame replied.

It had been twelve years since Spyro had hatched, and of course Flame was his older brother. Since then, Flame had been wearing a red bandana around his forehead, and an orange hoodie with brown fingerless gloves built into it's sleeves, he also wore brown slacks and a belt. He was constantly wearing out shoes and boots due to his fast running, often going through two or three pairs in one week, so to fix this he had specialized boots crafted just for him from the Magic crafter region, enchanted so they didn't wear out. Flame also enjoyed tying his hair into a ponytail just for fun.

Spyro had also grown since he was a hatchling as well. His scales having become a richer shade of purple over the years, along with a pair of red and orange wings sprouting from his back. His light orange horns curved upwards from the side of his head, perfect for some of the Sheep butting events he'd try out for every year. Male dragons had an obsession with head butting sheep and charging with their horns, so they made various dragon sports out of it. Spyro didn't wear much, only a scarf, some fingerless dragon gloves, and a pair of goggles he loved wearing ever since he was younger. He got them from Toku the Balloonist and his son Flynn for his eighth birthday, and has always kept them since.

However the two soon heard their father calling for them, and sprinted of towards him. Their father, Ignitus, was helping plan for the anniversary of Warmhearth, a yearly celebration to celebrate the unified dragon and elven kingdom. "Boys, thank you for coming," said Ignitus, "we need everyone's help to make sure everything is ready for the celebration, it's The Artison faction's turn to host." "Yeah, I really loved the Aqua faction's party last year," said Spyro, "but I can't wait to see how we top it!" "Well, we're almost ready," said Ignitus, "but I need the two of you to do a favor for me." "Sure thing, Dad," said Flame, "what do you need?" "Thornus has called from the Nature faction," said Ignitus, "he and his son, Camo, have the wumpa fruit that Granny Violet has ordered for some of her dishes, and everyone in Grannie's shop is terribly busy at the moment. Can the two of you pick it up for her?" "A run for wumpa? We can do that," said Flame. "Yeah, so you can flirt with your girlfriend again," Spyro teased. "SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND," Flame said suddenly, "Stealth and I are friends, y-yeah.... Just friends!"

"Stealth and Flame sitting in a tree!" Spyro chanted, "K-I-S-S-I-N.... HEY! GIVE THOSE BACK!!!" Flame had snatched Spyro's goggles off of his head, and now ran around playing keep away as they made their way to a nearby portal gate. Ignitus just laughed at the sight.

"Just like I was," he said, "Just like I was..."