Legend of the Magic Dragons

On their way to Ponyville, the boys decided to chew the fat, with Spyro being careful not to reveal too much about himself and Skylands.

"So let me get this straight," Spyro said, as he and Spike walked along the road. "You were born inside an egg, but you were hatched by your friend Twilight, and then you were raised by ponies?"

"Yep, you better believe it Spyro," Spike explained. "And it's actually not that bad. I mean, yeah, I may be a dragon, but a lot of ponies who are my friends, including Princess Celestia herself, have all been like a family to me since I was little. Well, littler."

"Wow!" Spyro exclaimed. "That sounds kinda like how I was living in dragonfly society."

"It does?"

"Yeah," Spyro reminisced. "I was only an egg when Sparx’s parents adopted me. After I was hatched, all of the dragonflies in the village were scared of me at first. But in time, they got used to me and accepted me to be a part of their community.”

"Really?" Spike inquired. “And what about Sparx? What was he like?”

“Sparx?” Spyro chuckled. “For being so little, he’s got a lot of spunk. He's always out making troubles, or getting into troubles. Can we blame him?”

Spike laughed, “Sounds like he’s quite a handful.”

“Yeah, he sure is,” Spyro chuckled. “But he is still a good help to me on a lot of adventures we’ve had.”

“Has he now?”

"Yep, Sparx has always been by my side," Spyro sighed in nostalgic, "We did everything together, like all brothers do. We stick through thick and thin."

"Wow!" Spike gasped. "Sounds like, you two were inseparable!"

"Yeah, we were," Spyro smile quickly became a frown. "Until now that is."

Spike looked sadly at Spyro, as he sympathizes for the dragon. He can see by the look in his eyes, how hard it is for the dragon to be separated from someone he had known since birth. Spike knew that if the same thing were to happen with him and Twilight, he too would be saddened and be willing enough to do anything to save her, or her saving him if the roles were reversed.

Spike placed a comforting claw on Spyro's shoulder, "Don't worry Spyro. We'll find Sparx. And the two of you will be together again."

Spyro looked at Spike and felt as if he was looking at Sparx again. He smiled as he patted Spike’s back with his wing.

“Thanks kid,” he said.

“No problem,” Spike replied, when he came to a stop. "Well, we're here."

Spyro looked up, and before him was a quaint little village. It's still nighttime, so a lot of lamp posts were already turned on, while all of the houses’ lights were turned off, meaning everypony are all asleep.

"So this is Ponyville," Spyro said as he surveyed the area.

"Yep!" Spike replied. "There's no place like home." He gave out another yawn. "C'mon, our castle is this way."

Spyro continued to follow Spike, through the town, before they both arrived at what appeared to be a huge crystal tree with a crystal castle perched on its branches. Spyro stood in shock, marveling at the sight before him.

"Wow!" he gasped.

"Yep, it's home alright," Spike opened the doors and pulled his wagon in. A moment later, he poked his head out to see Spyro still staring at the castle in shock.

"Well, ya coming?" he asked.

Spyro snapped back to reality, before he replied, "Oh yeah, I'm coming."

The two dragons walked into the castle and Spyro was even more amazed at the structure of the castle’s interior.

"So," Spyro began. "Where's this Princess Twilight Sparkle?" He asked, shifting his head from left to right, looking for the princess.

"Oh yeah, about that," Spike nervously scratched the back of his head. "I guess I kinda forgot to mention this to you earlier, but Twilight's out of town."

"What?"

Spike chuckled nervously. "Ya see, Twilight's been called away by Princess Celestia for some kind of princess meeting in Canterlot. So I was left in charge to look after this place."

“Really?” Spyro inquired, surveying the castle’s interior. “This whole place? Yourself?”

“Well, I have Owlowiscious for company.”

“Who?”

“Owlowicious.”

“Who’s Owlowiscious ?”

“Who!” a voice hooted.

“Owlowiscious,” Spyro repeated, “Who’s Owlowiscious?”

“That wasn’t me!” Spike said.

“Who!” the voice hooted again, causing the dragons to turn their heads to see an owl.

“That’s him,” Spike pointed.

“Who!” Owlowiscious called.

“You!” Spike replied. “That’s who!”

“Who.”

Before Spike could respond, he was quickly cut off when Spyro talked back to Owlowiscious , surprisingly, in owl hoots. Spike watched in bewilderment at their conversations.

“Good hoot to you too,” Spyro said, ending their conversation as the owl flew off.

“You can talk owls?” Spike asked.

“Yep,” Spyro replied, before he started to walk away.

“Wow! Where’d you learn to do that?”

“From my friend, Hoot Loop. He’s an owl magician, so he’s pretty much bilingual between english and owl hoots. Guess you could say, he’s a pretty good teacher, or I’m just a good student.”

“Well either way, you gotta teach me that!” Spike exclaimed.

“Some other time Spike, right now, let’s…..”

Spyro was suddenly cut off by the loud, growling sound of his and Spike’s stomach.

"Whoa!" Spyro exclaimed. "Guess all the stuffs that's happened today has worked up our appetite."

Spike chuckled sheepishly, "Same here. Which reminds me," he began walking into the kitchen. "I've got a cake to finish!"

While Spike went into the kitchen to work on his cake with the gems he had collected, Spyro in the meantime waited in a room, where he took notice of some pictures. Spyro walked over and took a closer look to see that they are pictures of Spike with six other mares. In each and every photos he looked, he can see the deep, strong, and loving bond between Spike and these six mares.

"Dinner is served!" Spike called out, as he brought out a big cake over.

"Wow!" Spyro exclaimed. "For just a kid, you certainly know how to bake a cake."

"Of course," Spike replied, as he cuts a piece of the cake and put it on a plate for himself. "I can take care of myself. That's why I'm Twilight's number-one assistant."

"'Number-one assistant?'"

"Yep, you better believe it," Spike replied, cutting another slice, putting it on a plate for Spyro. "I've helped Twilight and her friends in lots of tough spots before. That's me for ya." He said, biting a piece of his cake.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Spyro said.

"How so?"

"Well, it's kinda obvious from the pictures, isn't it?" Spyro said, pointing to the pictures in question. "You must be really helpful to be that close to the girls."

"Like I said, I'm their number-one assistant," Spike said proudly.

Spyro's stomach was growling very impatient, to which the dragon responded by dunking the whole piece of the cake into his mouth.

"Mmm," He exclaimed, chewing on his piece. “This is delicious. And crunchy. What's in it?"

"Oh, the usual," Spike explained. "Eggs, flour, milk, and the recipe that all dragons love, gems!"

Spyro's eyes quickly bulged out.

"Gems?!" Spyro muffled, before he stuck his tongue out to see shards of gems among chunks of the cake. "You put gems in cakes?"

"Yep," Spike replied, wolfing down on his slice. "All the better for us dragons to eat cakes like these." With that, Spike continues pigging out on his slice, before moving onto the next, while Spyro looked on with uncertainty.

‘Gems are a delicacy?’ Spyro thought, as he chews on the gems in his mouth. While doing so, Spyro thought, ‘Crunchy. Minty. A bit sour. Spicy. Mmm, tastes kinda like candy.’

Spike was weirded out by Spyro’s observatory look.

"What's wrong, Spyro?” he asked. “You looked as if you've never eaten gems before."

"That's because I've never eaten gems before," Spyro said.

Spike choked on his slice and coughed out a chewed up shard.

"WHAT?!" Spike shouted. "You gotta be kidding me! You're a dragon, you're raised by dragonflies, you've got a dragon teacher, you’ve made lots of friends, but you've never had the chance to eat gems?! What kinda sick, twisted, messed up place did you grow up in?"

"I'm sorry, Spike," Spyro said, comforting the little dragon. "But from where I come from, gems are used as money and in some cases, as decorations. We never knew they can be a delicacy."

"Well, they're a delicacy alright," Spike smiled, chomping down on an emerald. "And delicious!”

“So I noticed,” Spyro replied, as he picked up a ruby. “Cause strangely enough, they tasted a lot like candy. Or rock candy I should say.” With it, he took another bite off the gem.

“Exactly!" Spike said, before he cut out another piece of the cake. “All the more reason for treasures to mean a thing to dragons like us. Am I right, or am I right?”

Spyro smirked, “Guess that explains my instinct to hunt more treasures so often.”

Spike’s eyes widened as he swallowed a gem.

“You hunt treasures?” he gasped, to which Spyro nodded. “Get out!”

“It’s true,” Spyro smirked. “Now, I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve found treasures of a thousand kings.”

“Wow! You must be rich then!”

“Naw, I wouldn’t go that far,” Spyro said, “I may be rich. But I’m also, generous.”

“Really? How so?”

“Well, when you travel around a lot, you tend to see a lot of places that are in disrepair and a lot of its people needing more than me. Besides, better to be generous than being greedy. Right?”

“.....Uh, right,” Spike nervously smiled, remembering a certain incident from before.

After finishing his plate, Spyro licked his lips in satisfaction. "I should tell my dragon friends about this. They don't know what they're missing."

"Amen to that," Spike chuckled.

After they had enough cake, the two boys were getting ready for bed. Spike then took Spyro to his guest room.

"Here's where you'll be staying for the night," Spike said. “I hope you'll be comfy."

"I think it'll do," Spyro smiled, examining the room before facing Spike. "Thanks Spike."

"No problem, Spyro," Spike replied. "What're friends for? Um, we're friends now, right?" Spike asked, looking at Spyro pleadingly.

Spyro walked up to Spike, who looked at him even more nervously with every steps.

"I thought we were already friends from the start," Spyro replied with a smile and draping his wing over Spike's shoulder.

"We are?" Spike asked, with his eyes star struck.

"Yes we are, pal," Spyro smirked, patting Spike on the head.

"AWESOME!!" Spike cried, before he quickly composed himself and said, "That's cool. Well, see ya in the morning."

"Good night, Spike," Spyro waved, as Spike walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Spyro walked over to a nightstand, and placed the stone on it, before he got up on the bed, curled up into a ball, and fell fast to sleep.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Equestria.

“...As if you don't know the first thing or two about keeping a dragonfly in a jar,” Sparx complained, much to the kidnapper’s ire, “Just because we're smaller than you big guys, doesn't mean that you're all the boss of us. I mean, we bugs do have our rights. After all, if you guys have done you're readings, you’d be amazed to see how big our ancestors were, and how we’ve lived for a very long time. And y’know how? Cause we, my friend, are survivors, which kinda make us much more dominant to the worlds we live in, and how we demanded for our rights.”

“Will you just be quiet for ten MINUTES?!” the kidnapper screamed impatiently.

“HEY! What’s a dragonfly like me to do? There’s nothing better to do than to just speak my mind. Plus, you ain't the boss of me, so I don't have to take orders.”

The kidnapper growled, “If the master didn't need you so badly, I’d squished you  like the bug you are.”

“Well then, I guess I'm…untouchable,” Sparx chided.

Before the kidnapper could respond, a loud beeping was heard, coming from the device attached to the belt around his waist. The kidnapper took the device  to see it flashing "M."

“Oh no,” the kidnapper gasped. “It’s the master!”

“What? Did you forget to check in or something?” Sparx joked.

“SHUT UP!” the kidnapper snapped, before he pressed the button device, emitting a circular holographic image of a shadowy figure with two red eyes.

“Master,” the kidnapper said, bowing his head.

“You are late,” the figure growled. “I do not like waiting.”

“Forgive me, master,” the kidnapper pleaded. “I was just on my way back. But there were some interferences.”

“Explain,” the figure hissed.

“Well, right after I captured the dragonfly, you requested. I was pursued by the Skylanders you’ve told me about.”

“Mainly my brother!” Sparx shouted.

“Quiet you…” The kidnapper scowled, only to be intimidated by the figure to continue. “As I was saying, master, I had just been able to escape back here into Equestria.”

“And I presumed you’ve used the scale I had entrusted you with before?” The figure asked.

“Yes, master. I did, just as you instructed.”

“Then where is it?” The figure asked, with eyes glowing menacingly.

“He lost it!” Sparx answered, earning a death glare from the kidnapper, if only his helmet wasn’t in the way.

The kidnapper turned his attention back to the figure, who is obviously not happy.

“You had one simple task: to capture the dragonfly,” the figure growled. “But at the cost, you lost the scale?!!”

“It wasn’t my fault, master!” the kidnapper explained. “The dragon…”

“SILENCE!” the figure roared.

The kidnapper bowed his head as he pleaded, "Forgive me, master. But please, give me a chance, and I'll see to it that the scale is recovered."

"And how do you propose to do this, vermin?"

"The scale has a distinct wave of magic spectrum. Even in it's current state, my suit can still track down the magic readings from the scale, and it can lead me right to it. I await your orders, master."

The figure eyed at the kidnapper for a moment, before he answered. “See that you do. The dragonfly will wait. But the scale must be recovered. If anyone here in Equestria were to learn its secrets, all will be lost.” The figure's eyes glowed again, as he continued, “Do whatever it takes to recover the scale. Let no one, pony or dragon, harness its powers.”

The kidnapper bowed his head, “Yes, master.”

With that, the hologram dissipated, leaving the kidnapper alone, with Sparx.