The legend of Spyro: ponies in the dragon realm

Having stormed into the throne room Allan demanded to take the remaining guards and mount a counter strike and finish off the enemy, but her grace denied the request claiming its too risky and that he's not thinking clearly. He called spat at the notion of "not thinking right" and pointed out that they nearly lost the war and is in need of a risk now that they are out numbered and wounded but the Queen dismissed Allan until he clears his head and calms down. Storming out of the palace he ordered a small group to assemble for a night strike, lead by him. "What about me?" Spyro asked.

"I want you to go down into the tunnel and if any try to escape that way unleash either aether or convexity and don't lite up on your attacks give them hell."

"And our mare friends what about them?"

"They stay here. I will not risk their lives in a operation like this."

Walking off, Spyro heard the sound of hooves coming near him, looking over his shoulder and saw Cadence coming towards him. "Please tell me your not going behind her back and going along with This." Looking back go where Allan was then back to was all she needed to know the answer. "You are doing this."

"Cadence please listen, Allan is right with them weaken we can end this or we can drag this out for a year or more. And I don't plan on staying away from Cynder for much longer, you have to understand."

She nodded her head, understanding what he feels more then anything. "Alright go but you only have tonight to do this. Fail and you must face the Queen." Thanking Cadence, Spyro walked over towards Allan while the girls came at Cadence with worried faces. "Please tell us they..." Rainbow Dash was interrupted as Cadence raised a hoof to silence them and said.

"Yes they are going to do mount a counter attack in hopes of ending this war and we are to remain here." She said looking at Twilight. "And help protect the city from those that might escape and come here to attack."

As night fell the group got ready, Spyro made his way down into the tunnel and made his way towards their lair while up above Allan and the dragons were concealed by the night sky. Landing on the roof of the lair, Allan looked back to the dragons, "We got ten hours left do as much damage as possible. Spyro you in position?" He asked talking into a communication crystal shard.

"Ready."

"Light them up."

Taking a deep breath, flexing his claws he thought of what need to be done, opening his maw a wave of blue fire, the hottest known flame to dragons erupted from him and it engulfed the tunnel, reaching where they meet, the flame passed through every tunnel. Up above, Allan has created a large hole in the ice roof and one by one the ice dragons started destroying every thing, soon darkers would come out of their chambers and were either met by an inferno or the guards that broke into the lair. Coming out of his throne room the fire dragon saw the comotion that was happening, feeling the floor beneath start to give way, he backed up but not enough as a beam of aether struck him on his lower jaw, coming out of the icy mist was Spyro and he blasted a blue fireball at the dragon. The force of impact sent him back into the throne room. "You and I still have unfinished business so I hope you weren't planning on leaving." Getting back up he growled at the purple dragon.

Inside the kingdom the Queen was looking out her doors that lead to the balcony, Cadence there as well. "He disobeyed direct orders not to attack."

"But your grace they are right to do so. Imagine it if they succeed then the war will be over, your kingdom free from war, no more casualties no more loved ones dying. If they hadn't done this then how long will it drag out for? Another six months? Maybe six years and by then most of the kingdom would be in ruins, hundreds, if not thousands dead, soldiers and civilians. This way only the enemy will lose warriors, yes some of Allan's team may perish in this fight but no without taking a few with them."

The Queen carefully considered the princesses words and realized that she was right, her kingdom won't survive against a six year war, and she has no right to ask Spyro or Allan to fight for her for that long, considering what they have already been through, they deserve down time more then any other. And Allan has been known to do such things back in the Dark War and succeed with minor to no loses. "Very well if they come home, they'll come home as hero's. In the morning prep the medical tent for the injured and get...what's her name? Pinkie pie? To get a party ready for the hero's." Smiling, Cadence walked off with a spring in her step, happy the Queen has seen what they are doing in a different light. Going back to her and the girls room, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Over at the fortress smiling wasn't an option as they continued to battle, their escape route has been destroyed by the inferno Spyro let loose, now they were being massacred in their own home. Tossing the leader through his throne, Spyro was relentless this time around, every time the dragon attack, he vanish in a purple flash, or became a blur and attack from another direction, no longer having to worry about unwanted damage he let loose. Getting up he waited for the purple dragon to come closer, as he did, he trusted the end of his tail into Spyro's wounded shoulder, getting him to howl in pain, twisting his tail causing more pain, as well as scratching the bone. Launching an aether ball, it pushed the dragon away and ripped his tail out, panting from the pain, Spyro didn't relent and his started to crackle with blue lightning,like blue fire it is the second hottest form the first would be purple. Dread could be seen in his eyes as the blue darken into purple, firing a single fireball to stop the attack but it went through the attack and struck him in the chest, roaring as the lightning scorched his flesh and scales, the fire dragon was now at the mercy of the purple dragon.

Outside the throne room were bodies upon bodies of darkers, only one, Poisonbreak was still alive, frozen but alive, as Allan hopes his brother would talk to him. The sound of a pained roar coming from the throne room caught everyone's attention wondering what was going on. The scales on the fire dragon now had a lightning pattern streaking across his entire body, the sheering pain of moving was too much for the dragon to handle. Moving closer, Spyro was charging an aether blast and fear was in his eyes knowing what is to come, but Spyro's paws also had a purple glow to them, and he unleashed several powerful punches that felt like sledge hammers causing more pain to the older dragon before blasting him into oblivion with the charged aether attack. Limping to the door he emerged and saw that they lost four dragons, out of twenty, nodding his head as the deed was done, the enemy was no more. Gathering their dead they flew back home as the sun was rising. Coming home the nurses waited as they landed and lead the wounded inside while those carring the dead put them to rest with the others. "Get yourselves fixed up I'll prepare everything." Allan said and they nodded leaving him to his work.

As the hours tick by Allan had the funeral ready, and everyone gathered around. Wooden stakes were lined row upon row with the dead on top. "We are gathered here today to honor your sacrafice to defend not just your kingdom but your loved ones. May the ancestors welcome you with open arms and find peace among the clouds." With a quick fire magic the stacks were light and everyone stood in silence in honor of the dead. From there the wounded went back to get properly looked after as they were merely wrapped in bandages, wanting to say good bye to friends, family, brothers in arms.

In what remains of the enemies lair, the fire dragon crawled to a secret door, his body covered in lightning marks, scales and flesh burned to the point of no longer being healed by crystals as scorched muscles showed, he winched each time he moved as the door opened itself. Tears streamed down his face as he battled the urge of just lying there, feeling deaths cold claws slowly grip him but he placed a paw onto a dark crystal that was radiating with dark magic and that magic flowed from the gem and covered his body, healing what was left of his mangled form. Deaths claws released him but his gaze still focused on the dying dragon.