Cynder had found a curious shape in the rocks, a crescent shape. It was surely the entrance. Spyro put his paw up and, without hesitation, the door opened, leading to a long, torch-lit tunnel.

"I guess only a dragon could open it" he deduced "Come on in. Sparx, could you come forward, please? We could use a little more lighting.

"At your command, my young purplish one," Sparx joked.

"Wait friends, please" I said before entering. They turned and looked at me.

"Is something wrong, Jhonny?" Spyro said.

"May I ask you not to tell anyone here that I am human?" I said, I hoped they understood.

"Why?" Cynder asked, "You shouldn't feel bad about your past. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about "

"It's not that, Cynder. I'm just... I'm afraid they won't be as understanding as you are "

They looked at me with a puzzled face, it seemed incredible that someone who was so happy and good was afraid of meeting more dragons.

"Okay, I get it" said Spyro, putting his front paw on my shoulder, then turned to Cynder and Sparx "We promise not to say any of that, right?"

"Count on that," Cynder said, "I didn't want to remember my past either, and I won't talk about it either."

"I swear to be as quiet as possible," said Sparx. 

"Thanks friends" I told them.

"Very good," Spyro declared, "Let's go in"

We walked for about a minute through that tunnel, just when it seems that we were going to arrive, someone stopped us: at the entrance there was a red dragon with the same scales as me, but with the difference that its horns and belly were yellow, and its tail was curiously similar to Spyro. The weirdest thing was that, unlike the scales, it was similar to Spyro.

Intruders! Who are you?" scream.

"Easy, hot head," said Sparx, "we're the good guys."

"You shouldn't be here!" he yelled, he seemed unconvinced, "Are you friendly at least?

"Sure. But, is this LunaVillage?" Cynder asked.

"Yes, and who are you?" he seemed not convinced.

"Calm down, friend" Spyro said, "My name is Spyro, they are Cynder, Jhonny and Sparx. We are sent by the guardians".

"Are you sent by the Guardians?" He seemed calmer now, "I'm sorry, but we don't usually get many visitors here. A cataclysm happened around here a week ago and then ... we can't trust anyone from the outside"

Spyro understood the cause of the cataclysm: it was at the moment when the earth was being torn apart by the destroyer.

"... My name is Flame, by the way" continued the dragon.

"A pleasure" we all said in unison.

"Why the guardians sent you here?"

"The guardians send us because they want to gather a new group of guardians" said Spyro, "Therefore, they have sent messengers to all the places where the dragons hid from the war."

"And what happened to the dark master? Is the war over yet? There will be no more disasters like that cataclysm?"

"He was defeated several days ago, at the same time when the cataclysm happened. Without him, there will be no more disasters I think"

"Uff, what a relief. Well, I guess that means we can go back to where we used to live, right? "

"Absolutely" I said.

"Well then come and I'll take you inside the villa" offered Flame.

"One more thing" said Spyro, "We also came because the guardians have informed us that our parents may live here."

"Ummm," Flame said looking at us, "Well, if they really are here, I know someone who might know: her name is Cynthia. She has a talent for recognizing someone's children just by looking into their eyes. "

"Could you take us?" Spyro asked.

Flame nodded and we followed him through the tunnel. As we walked Spyro asked Flame:

"So, you were born here?"

"Yes, my mother had my egg here in the village. But I think she had another one before, my brother's. By the way, what group were you born from? "

"Well, Cynder and I were born into the group guarded by the Guardians. But, as for Jhonny ... "

"I'm from somewhere else" I hastened to say, "you wouldn't believe it if I told you, it's a very long story."

Flame seemed a little more interested in what Spyro said than in knowing my story:

"Wait a minute, my mother told me that my brother was in the group guarded by the guardians. Do you know him? "

We all fell silent and sorry. It would be hard to tell him the truth that only two eggs from that group had survived.

"This ... well ..." Sparx tried to say.

"Sorry," Spyro interrupted, "Only Cynder and I survived. An ape named Gaul and his minions destroyed the rest of us. "

"Oh" Flame said sadly, you could see some tears in her eyes, "Well, we better continue"

After a while of walking, we left the tunnel.

"Woahhhh," Sparx exclaimed.

"Welcome to LunaVillage," Flame declared.

It was practically a valley with long fields, the kind you see in paintings: with a lake in the distance, many flowers and caves. On top of that, there were houses with designs similar to Warfang. Several dragons were seen on them.

"Come on, Cynthia's house is around here," Flame said, after we had taken in the scenery.

Flame took us to an adult dragon-sized house. Outside of it, there were dragons even smaller than us sitting under a tree, listening to what seemed to be a tale from the mouth of a very peculiar adult dragon: It was black and had six horns, the membrane of its wings was similar to the color fuchsia and it had a great similarity to ...

"Cynder!" I thought, if I remembered correctly how Cynder looked when he faced Spyro, they looked exactly the same, "maybe she is ..."

I looked at Cynder and she looked at me, it seemed that the same idea had entered her, because she was a little nervous. Spyro also looked at us and understood: he had spent so much time with Cynder, that surely finding that similarity would have been easy for him.

"Very good young men, now you must continue training to be a great day, big and strong, like the guardians. Ah! Hello Flame! " Cynthia said when she saw us all together, "Tell me, who are your friends?

"What's wrong Cynthia? Which friends?" said a voice.

We all look up at the tree. A dragon of our age was on a branch, the tip of her tail was shaped like an ice blade, it was of light blue and white scales with a purple belly. The thorns on its wings were light blue, while its horns were lilac. It was obvious that she was of the ice element, but what caught my attention the most was her blue eyes that she possessed: like beautiful shimmering gems.

"Ah hello! Welcome, my name is Edelweiss, but my friends call me only Edel, who are you? " She told us when she came down and saw us.

"Nice to meet you" Spyro introduced us, "My name is Spyro, this is Cynder, he is Jhonny and he is Sparx."

There was a very rare moment in that precise moment of greetings: when Edel saw me, I made eye contact with her eyes for a few seconds. For whatever reason, I felt calm and hypnotized by them.

"Nice to meet... you..." said Edel, it seemed that she was looking at me with some curiosity as well.

"Me too ..." I replied.

"Wow Edel, you seem to see that young male as if you've never seen another dragon" Cynthia laughed, "is something maybe wrong?"

"This ... nothing!" Edel blushed. We both quickly change our view, as if coming out of a trance.

"Hahahaha, it seems that here another couple of lovebirds emerges" joked Sparx. I blushed at that comment.

"Sparx, please don't disturb them," said Spyro, "In any case, we came for two reasons: the Guardians send us because they want to gather a new generation of Guardians."

"My father sent you?" Edel asked.

"Is she Cyril's daughter?" I thought, "That explains certain similarities between them"

"Woah, I didn't know that Cyril had a daughter," Cynder said.

"Well, he said he would keep that secret from others just to protect myself."

"So, there will be new elections for guardians?" Flame asked.

"Yes, we came to take all the dragons back to the capital: Warfang," Spyro said.

"It would be great to go back!" Cinthia said, "But what about the war against the Dark master?"

"It ended several days ago; the Dark master was imprisoned again by the spirits of the ancestors."

"Great!" Edel said, "I'll go tell the rest of the dragons about all that, and then we'll organize everything to return. See you!" and he left.

"By the way, I also wanted to ask something Cinthia" said Spyro, remembering the other purpose for which we had come, "do you know the parents of the group of eggs that were guarded by the guardians in the year of the dragon?

There was a moment of silence, it seemed that Cynthia knew about it, but it also seemed that we had reminded her of the tragedy of that night.

"Yes," Cynthia said, "my egg and my best friend's were also among them."

"Oh, we're sorry," Spyro said.

Cynthia looked at Spyro when he apologized, I could have sworn I saw a glint in his eyes.

"Come closer for a moment, Spyro. Please" Cynthia said.

Spyro approached Cynthia and she examined him with her deep green eyes. After a while, she seemed surprised and finally said:

"I already knew that you seemed so familiar to me, you have the same color in your eyes as Sibylla has. You are surely her son "

I noticed Flame's eyes widened a little when we heard that, but he didn't say anything.

"So, my mother is here?" Spyro asked.

"Yes," Cynthia said, "It's usually at the north lake."

"Thank you" and then he turned to Flame, "Could you guide us Flame? This... Flame? "

We looked at Flame, he seemed lost in thought.

"What happens?" Sparx asked.

"Eh... Flame? You're good?" Spyro asked him.

"This ... nothing Spyro" said Flame, "go you friends, I need to think for a while"

And he walked away thinking about his ideas. We all look at him puzzled.

"I'll go see what happens to him" I offered, as I went after him, "maybe he would need to talk to someone"