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New World, New Life

Spyro was like being battered many times in both his dream and the real world. The orb he gulped some while ago took his consciousness almost directly and he fell hard on the metallic floor. It felt like wine, very hot and of course his head was pounding like being drilled by a drill. The pain then receded when he could feel a warm touch from fine scales. He then opened his amethyst slit eyes, and found Seraphor was putting his fore legs over his back.

"Hey, what did I miss?" he said.

"At least your fever is gone," said the silver red with a sigh.

"Y...you...are you alright? The wounds...how about your..."

"I'm okay, Spyro. They close up pretty quickly," said the silver red with a grin. "How's his condition, Professor?"

"He's stable, Seraphor. Maybe it's because of his unlimited magic that he could suppress the side effect from the Element Orb. He is supposed to be dead by the time ate it. I guess he's damn lucky."

"Too damn lucky. Maybe his Ancestors refused to ask him to join them soon. He's still young, having more time and..."

"Wait...time? What time is it?"

When the purple dragon saw a turning thing on a wall, he gasped and swore "oh fuck!" and he stormed to the sky, opening his wings after he jumped out of the summit.

"Hey, wait, Spyro! We haven't got the..."

"What can be a problem to him at this time? Does he always this carefree?" said Seraphor interrupting Professor. "And...maybe he forgot that he couldn't fly and swim."

"No, he could be using your ice platform...which is still there."

"Really? Wow, I never guessed my ice is better now. Maybe training is good after all."

"I saw it on the camera. With thermal detector I can see there is a neat cold aura running straight from Dragon Realm to here. Oh, what's that cracking?"

"It seemed my ice wore off..."

"What ice?"

"The ice I used to restrain that dark blue. He may have escaped. It wasn't my cracking ice. The sound is completely different."

"Let him go, then. He might just a random hooligan. Most of the dragons threatening the islands were either killed, defeated, or ran away because of Spyro, Sparx, and Flame."

"Oh? Yeah, he looked dependable."

"But maybe because of puberty he got a rather bad mood swing..."

"What is that?"

"You don't know? It's a cycle of all dragons and mammals must endure to advance to adulthood. It's the part when they have the most labile emotion in their lives so Spyro, Sparx, Flame, and other teenaged dragons like them are really easy to get mad."

"Sparx is the..."

"Yes, yes. He's that dragonfly that always on Spyro's side and helping him. I never saw any dragonfly like him before. They say he is one of the magical dragonflies living at the sky with the Guardians, and since Spyro and Sparx were hatched at the same time, they were typically half twin brothers.

"Spyro never knew his parents. He was raised by a family of dragonflies as an adopted son. He saved the day...with a compensation of a parting.... Oh, I'm sorry. I sound very melancholic."

"It's fine. At least I know him better."

"How about you? You seemed different. Do you come from afar?"

"Far than you can ever imagine, Professor."

Then there was a beeping sound, and a paper came out from the big machinery. The old mole took it and read it, and then he gasped and slumped back. He would hit the floor if not for Seraphor.

"What happened to you?!"

"N...no, this can't be...." He turned and exclaimed, "Seraphor, you must find him at all cost! He's going to explode if he's not tended seriously. Don't let him get hot even at a slight moment!"

"But he didn't show any signs of exploding in this hot, crappy place! If that's so normal temperature won't..."

"I know that! Just for five hours do not let him near any flame, any heat producing things, or anything that can make him heated! That element wasn't perfectly suppressed by his magic. Oh, and...I'm using an air conditioner and it's still cold in here! Fly to him, now!"

"Do you ever see my condition right now?"

When the mole saw his torn bony wings, he then said, "Sorry for false word. Run to him, now!"

In an instant, Seraphor's legs suddenly produced yellow lights and made crackles of lightning, astonishing Professor that thought he was an ice dragon. Then, he said, "I'll go there in a flash" before he turned and in a blink, he was gone, as if vanished. When the old mole saw one of the readings, he became surprised.

"My god," he said to himself. "His electricity is more than Spyro's. It...it's able to generate a metropolis!"

Seraphor was content his electric step didn't in turn electrocuting him when he walked over the icy path he made. Ray once said he never could imagine a dragon used electrical step, let alone controlling element with limbs, stating that "it's an ancient art and even dragons of the old still couldn't use it. You're really born as a weird dragon, little Sera. Maybe the Ancestors did give you an art older than ancient art". Since Seraphor was in fact a dominant electric dragon than other elements, his electricity usage was like a professional, and the electric step became his own special ability since no other dragons could use it. Only Yort was able to control an element from legs, but again, not electricity.

"Thanks for that, Ray," thought Seraphor while holding his tears while running in high speed. "I really feel older than the others."

In a matter of seconds he was back to the Shores again, and he couldn't find Spyro. Using his scent, he found him at a part northwest from his position, so he ran there normally. He found both Spyro and a pink dragoness (somehow, Seraphor was a little confused to see dragons with weird scale colors, like the dragoness and Seraphor) kissing at each other and went through a waterfall (make-shift waterfall, to be exact) into a cave.

"Hmm, their lair, maybe," thought Seraphor. "I think I should wait until night to see what happened. Maybe it's okay if there's nothing happening for now."

The night was very fast, and of course Seraphor seemed to see them secretly that they were just watching the stars and sometimes kissing and talking, until...

"I'll fetch him when he's..."

Seraphor's thoughts were cut short by a loud moan inside the cave, so he ran but immediately climbed upward and now ended up on the cave roof. He then used his earth to secretly open the rock and he gasped, almost exposing his position.

"Oh...my...ancestors...," he thought. "I thought young dragons like them still can't mate yet! Damn, why is this world so strange?! Wait, if they're trying to mate, then his body temperature is going to increase and if that mole can be trusted. He really will explode! I need to find a way to take him without being known by that female! Damn, damn!"

After a silent swearing, Seraphor then thought, "Okay, stay calm, Seraphor. This is the first time you are thinking of a strategy. Calm, and think of something nice and serene and...wait, why am I trying to think those?! This is not the time!"

While Seraphor was battling with his thought, Spyro was still doing the thing he had done sometimes with his girlfriend. It was because of the trend around the time with young adult dragons they really like to do those often. Although, his girlfriend is the one very enthusiast in doing this, with Spyro's other friend.

After an hour or so, Spyro was panting hard and he could feel his body started to heat up. Maybe it's because of this thing he did with Ember, but the next moment he saw was black, as he blacked out.

Meanwhile, Seraphor that sensed his heat immediately used his ice to freeze Spyro temporarily, thawing him later. The silver red actually touched Seraphor's head like Yort did, to freeze his brain and prevent killing because Yort said "You must immediately unfreeze the ice because brain freeze is very dangerous" when he froze Xerocia's brain before he became a rampage many years ago.

Then, he put Spyro on his back while leaving the pink one behind. The place had a very sharp scent that made Seraphor almost faint himself, but he managed to hold on for a while and he used the electric step to run back to professor's laboratory, hoping the ice was still there.

Then, he grunted when he realized the salt from the sea was thawing the ice, so he needed to walk slowly again while at the same time making the ice. He suddenly remembered Sparx, but the dragonfly said he wanted to go to the Shores to sleep, so Professor made a portal for him to go back. Since the portal still not fixed completely, it prevented Seraphor to go fast to the Shores.

While walking, the pain from the fight some hours before receded, including the wounds he got from the fight with Cero. Also, he never thought a small purple dragon like Spyro could be this heavy, and this made him need to use extra power to move him, and exhausting the silver red. At last, after battling on both the heat and Spyro's weight, he could finally reached the summit and fell over the cold floor. He then saw the old mole standing in front of him, smiling to him.

"I never thought you'll be taking him this fast at this condition," said Professor. "You okay? You seem strained."

"H...how heavy is that small youngling," said Seraphor panting. "I never knew a youngling is a burden to a much older..."

"He's around 122 kilos, if you ask me. He's getting fat because of fast foods and meats."

"122 KILOS?!! Uh, how much is that?"

"Around the weight of this machine," said Professor pointing to a medium machine a little bigger than Seraphor. "How much are you?"

"I...don't even know what kilos is. Can you tell me?"

"Alright...," said Professor with a sigh. "Kilos is not 'is', but 'are'. It's a measurement of your weight. Here, step on this platform."

When Seraphor did so, he saw three big numbers from left to right 1, 4, 3 respectively, with a small 'kg' at the top right side of the display.

"Oh, boy, he's really fat, isn't he? You're a little bigger than him, but you two only differs around 21 kilos. Are you sick?"

"No!"

"Well, let me tell you for a dragon that came far from our land. Dragons around 24 years old started to weigh that much, while Spyro only 18 so around his age they had around 90 to 110 kilos in weight. How old are you?"

"36."

"What on earth?! You're too sick! You really need to eat something..."

"I'm a feather-type dragon, okay? Being light is my advantage, and being small is my...well, I'm not all that old, actually."

"Feather-type? Are you some kind of a boxer?"

"What's that?"

Seraphor could hear Professor sighed and he knew the mole started to lose his patience because of the silver red's lack of knowledge to this world. In the end, he dismissed their talk with, "Nevermind. I'll tend on Spyro."

While Professor tried to examine Spyro, Seraphor saw a mattress at the end of the room. The mattress was like a human's, but it was big enough for a dragon. It was white. Now, because Seraphor was too tired, especially carrying a heavy young dragon and running in a very high speed with electric step, he yawned and of course he wanted a place to lay down, so he slowly walked there and he fell over the mattress. It was very soft, unlike the straw bed he made back in his world. He quickly fell asleep.

Spyro woke up on the table, trying to recall what happened the night before. Feeling dizzy, he failed to realize that he was on the examination table and he fell hard to the floor. He felt the pain came from his back leg, and he realized it was his ankle. He dizzily balanced himself and he almost hit the door if not for Professor opening it from the other side and made him fell to the metallic floor again.

"Oh, good morning, Spyro...or maybe not. It's 10 already."

"P...Professor?" said Spyro after he regained his balance. "What the hell happened to me? I...I was having a course with Ember and suddenly I lost my memory. The next moment I..."

"Relax. Ember and Flame are here. Seraphor took you back when you fainted."

"Actually, he was the one making you faint, man," said a gruff voice.

Spyro turned to find his old friend and rival Flame watching him while his girlfriend was lying beside Seraphor. The teenage dragon was bigger than Spyro and more muscular (no surprise. He was 2 years older than Spyro) with the three claw mark running down from his right black horn to his left eye, the memory of brawling with a dragon back when they were having a crisis. Spyro always felt the presence of the fire red dragon itself could heat the place up in no reason.

"Hey, dude," said Spyro slowly, but weakly. "When did you get here?"

"I live here? Hello?"

The purple dragon used his left front leg to hit his head. "Fuck, I forgot. When did you wake up?"

"Just now. I wanted to have a little fitness but that strange silver dragon went to sleep over my gym mat! Damn it! Why can't he just find any..."

"Shit! Don't die! Stay with...huh?"

Seraphor woke up, seen by the dragons and mole inside the room. They were watching him as if they were mocking him, but in reality they were too surprised to the point they were speechless.

"I...it was just a dream," said Seraphor catching his breath. "Why is that...thing happened again in my dream?"

"Uh, excuse me? You're sleeping on my mat."

"Your bed? Oh, sorry. I never had this kind of bed before. Thanks."

"You owe me some shells."

"I don't even know you, okay? In fact, why do you ask me something as worthless as shells?"

Seraphor became both surprised and confused when he realized Flame and all of the other creatures there couldn't speak on what they had just heard. Somehow, Seraphor could only hear silence in there.

After a while, Seraphor decided he couldn't live in a secret too long and thus he asked them if they had a place to talk until Flame suggested Artigan's inn. They went there (via the ice bridge) into a room, then locked it. After the three of them (with Sparx, of course) could be sure no one could hear them, he drew a long breath, and he said, "You four are the first to know where I come from and my secret."

"Secret? Wait, are you some kind of an alien or what? You're a dragon, after all. Nothing's weird," said Spyro.

"I am a dragon!"

"Don't get that cocky, man," said Sparx. "Just tell us what you want to say."

"Damn, I shouldn't just talk like when I'm at my world," thought the silver red. "Okay...they do first than talk, and then I'll gonna..."

Thinking of something, he saw the ceiling had a trapdoor on it and he opened it by jumping. The morning sun was still very dim, perfect for something he wanted to give to them. He drew another breath and directing his maw upward, he released a fresh stream of fire through the ceiling without even scorching it. This made the others became surprised. They didn't have time to ask when Seraphor used his electricity to make the place crackling and Spyro could sense the electricity resonated with his own element, somehow like a same thing in different bodies. The last thing he gave them was when he touched a plant and it rapidly grew to be a full tree.

"Th...the hell?" said Sparx.

"Those four magical elements...are same like mine," murmured Spyro. "What are you? Where do you come from?!"

"To be straight, I'm not even from this world. The powers I have is actually a curse I got when I was nothing but a youngling. I'm actually an electric dragon, but I can't use electricity like other two elements. I can use my own electricity by flowing them to my leg. The curse enabled me to use three other light nature elements, but with a price you can see right now.

"The curse also had another effect. I can't control the elements I have and thus resulting in an uncontrollable god level of element. I tried to control them, but they seemed to be too powerful for me."

"No...that's fuckin' awesome, man!" exclaimed Spyro. "Now I've got a friend to share something since you're like me!"

"Yeah, and double the damage to all of my things," said Flame with a grunt. "At least he looks wiser than you do, playboy."

"Hey!"

"Now, I've told you everything about myself, it's your turn talking about your world here. It's kind of a lively place."

"Lively, it is. Many new dragons come here each year from other continents," said Amber. "Also, younglings started to hatch, too after the crisis was over."

"When do you plan to go back to your home?"

"I...can't go back home. I'm thinking of leaving my old life behind and make a new one...here. I don't even know there's a magic powerful enough to open a gateway to another dimension."

"Dude, we don't need magic. We need technology. Your world might be those world with powerful fantasy and magic. Here, you gotta rely on techs. Magic are still one of our life, but not that much anymore. Since...only the mages from the land of Alarnia and the fairies living in the dense forests have magic. Dragons also have magic..."

"In a very grand scale," interrupted Flame. "Say, man, the talk is boring."

"It is...considering you like it or not," said Seraphor.

"Let's take a walk. It's still morning and it's holiday, so many dragons from neighboring islands and continents will come here for summer. You can't study many things from us, if you want to."

Seraphor spent the day trying to forget his old life and studying the new one. He was relying heavily on his own draconic instinct so he wouldn't let his scales be bad around the new world. He saw many kinds of activities he never had seen (or maybe, couldn't be seen) in his previous life. The younglings around the same age with Spyro was having a very issue with their parents, having a kind of relationship called 'girlfriend boyfriend' and a pursuit of trend, which never happened at Seraphor's world, both to the dragons and the humans (Seraphor's dimension was a setting of medieval fantasy with dragons, magic, and kingdoms). Spyro himself had this nerdy addiction as implied by Flame.

"Spyro liked to watch movies, liked to play games, and even he could finish a puzzle faster than us," said Flame when the silver red asked about Spyro's vast knowledge to many trends. "Yeah, he's a super geek, but at the same time, a hero to this realm."

"I see...he had hybrid powers and unlimited magic. But then, he's cocky."

"Before that, he's a shy dragon," said Flame. But then, he murmured something only Seraphor could hear, and he knew the reason already. Spyro then pulled Seraphor's right wing and when he gestured others to touch him. The silver red felt a powerful magical energy coming out from the purple dragon, and the next moment, he was teleported to a bustling rock city with many medieval themed lighting. Many songs Seraphor never heard before (most of them were rock music) played loudly at the party.

"This is Warfang, the main city of the realm," said Spyro. "It's party night, so everyone is up until the next morning, yeah!!"

"I can guess so...but those songs are loud."

"Is it good?"

"On your opinion, that is. But I'll get the hang on the songs soon enough."

The night was not very long for Seraphor as he tried some tropical drinks made from fruits given by some female bipeds, which he secretly vomited. He couldn't stand eating foods he never eaten, especially from plants since he was a carnivore (but not a cannibal). He also became an awkward dancer since he never knew a dragon could dance (especially those with four legs). Moreover, not the dragons dancing greatly drawing attention, but the silver red himself because apparently he was the one with awkward dancing (the quads danced by lifting their front legs, while Seraphor didn't know anything about it) and the bad tolerance to fruits.

"Dude, chill out! You can't dance, don't force it!" said Spyro when he pulled Seraphor to a bar. "You're not a dancer-type, either."

"You did..."

"I can't either! Our legs are NOT for dancing, you asshole! My back legs are not good when I'm standing on two legs."

"Man, you have so many faults."

"That's because I am a genuine quad! Anyway, you learned fast."

Seraphor was silent, then he started to walk to a direction followed by Spyro and Sparx.

"Tonight actually is the year of the dragon, when new young dragons are blessed by the Elders," said Spyro. "I never got any of those since I didn't live around dragons many years before. Flame, Ember, and the other dragons around my age once got this blessing. I think that's the reason why I'm the one getting the worst problems.

"I'm slowly becoming an adult, so...I can lay down my story and start a family. That's the spirit I really like. Oh, sorry, I'm really feeling adult and not a teenager right now, huh, Seraphor. Seraphor?"

He saw Sparx pointing to a hole behind him, and Spyro realized Seraphor fell through. In panic he ran back and shouted "Seraphor! Goddamn it, why there is a hole there?!"

"I'm fine," said Seraphor why holding his pain. "But I fell over..."

"Hargreaves?! Oh, fuck! Are you okay, man?!"

"He's as light as a feather! Careful, dude!"

Hargreaves, a light brown scaled dragon with some orange around his green eyes, was a dragon one year senior to Spyro. He was muscular and having a big body. Before that, he was too fat.

Seraphor felt light when he was thrown upward and fell harmlessly to a stand. His body was bigger than Hargreaves but he was too light for the 19 years old dragon. When they resumed their walk, Sparx took notice on some licorices (licorices around the island were rare since most dragons, despite half omnivorous, didn't like sweet stuffs) and because he liked the candies back at his home in Dragonfly Village, he flew there leaving the two counterparts behind.

"Oh, damn it. He got another sugar rush," said Spyro with a sigh. "Better leave him alone. I'm really worried if he will get a bad effect from sugar consumption."

"Is it that bad?"

"If you have ever eaten a sweet fruit, you'll know the taste."

Though they knew the party would still go on, Spyro couldn't hold the urge to sleep. The dragon, despite eighteen years old and normally would go on partying to the morning, felt tired that day, mainly because of unconscious too much or because of the weird orb he swallowed some days before. Before he could teleport back to the inn, he felt like a leech was taking his energy and he slowly went to sleep, this time without Seraphor's interference.

"Maybe it's too much for him to suppress that raw energy by his small body," thought Seraphor. "I think he needs to find a place to sleep."

He was lucky, because Ember was there and she offered a room for both of them. Seraphor still couldn't sleep, so he had a nice walk for the night, while at the same time trying to trace back the way to the beach. He found a gate that opened after a dragon pushed a single red button on it. Seraphor, with a very good control on his front legs (and also because they resembled arms than legs), managed to push the button and open the gate.

He returned to the beach and saw the calm water with the calm air, unlike the bustling city. He never felt the natural gust of the sea. He lived near mountains and meadows, so no wonder. When he remembered the wind with Avila's, Artigan interrupted him by saying, "You seem fine now, Seraphor."

Seraphor turned his head, and said, "Yeah."

"I...overheard your conversation with those three. You...are not from this world?"

"Well, I...yeah. I'm not really a kind of dragon you might like or even loved since I'm so destructive. I felt very relieved I can leave my old life, but I miss her."

"Her?"

"My mate. Her scales were bright, and I like her when she flew under the night sky. They resembled those stars, bright under the dark sky when the moon wasn't up. Her smile...her goddamn beautiful smile...I'll gonna miss that, somehow. I hope she's not dead when she received the same fate as mine."

Artigan could see Seraphor started to cry while the silver red still hadn't feel it. Maybe it's because his scales were thick around his head. Sympathetic, Artigan said, "Spyro used to have a girlfriend once. She was just like him...playful, cheerful, and loved to help."

"Wait, that pink dragoness is his girlfriend or what it is."

"It is now, but two years ago, he had one he dear most, and the one bonded to him close that any dragon could have with that cocky kid. She was once called the Doombringer because she was responsible for attacking, abducting the guardians, and eradicating the village of the rock men and half of Avalar. She once threatened to destroy the whole...no, the whole world by trying to resurrect an old devil. As far as Spyro told me, her egg was taken by the devil and she was given powerful darkness power to grow fast and able to breathe fire as intense as hell.

"Spyro also told me the fire guardian told him that the dragon was like him, an immensely magical dragon. Spyro managed to free her, and she went back to her real form. She was one year older than Spyro and they seemed to like each other more when the dragon was still in captive. The dragon slowly gained respect from many after she saved a small dragon from being bullied."

"So, what is this 'dragon' could do to my own story?"

"I'm not finished yet. They wanted to marry after they're adult, until that happened."

"Yeah, keep talking."

"The devil, the Destroyer, came and destroying everything. They both fight him and he was seemingly killed when he vanished with the dragon. From that time Spyro couldn't even tell any joke or even wanted to have any future. He missed the dragon a lot."

"Well, are you finished?" said Seraphor impatient.

"Yeah, I'm done."

"I'll tell you again, okay? What is this business could do to me?"

Artigan then smiled and let out a little laugh. He then said, "It's weird. A very great coincidence. The dragon was named Cynder, and she had jet black scales resembled the very night without stars, having poisonous green eyes, and those four foul magic...is her own style. She was the only dragon here not able to breathe fire, because she used the dark powers."

"Dark powers?"

"I saw their effects. She could give the chill of darkness, the devil's power to make a deathly fear, the melting poison, and the tornado wind I really hate when she tried to control it..."

"Wait just a minute, Artigan. Darkness, Fear, Poison, Wind?! T...those are..."

"I know. Foul, is it? The wind is not foul enough, but it's black and..."

"I'm not talking about the foul thing! My fucking mate also had the four darkness elements exactly the same with this dragoness."

"Oh, you talk 'fuck' now?"

"I'm not talking about that! If this Cynder had Avila's appearance, her would-be relationship with Spyro, then...then...arkfash!"

"Arkfash?"

"Draconic for 'fuck'."

"Oh, now you used your language for our language?"

"T...then I'm...Spyro's parallel!"

"Yeah that's cool, my friend, but you can drop those nasty drama like those cheap soap opera on TV. I can say you're drunk from that party and you need a goddamn rest, okay? Enough with the talk about Cynder. You have your own problem with your black scaled mate, right? Just...chill out and sleep. It's one in the morning already. Spyro might be sleeping with his friends so you can use his room for the night."

"T...thanks. Wow, you're pretty nice for a dragon innkeeper."

"Because that's my job to maintain the class of my small inn!"

Seraphor was in fact very tired and when found the comfy and soft bed more than the one at the mole's lab, he let his body fell and he went into the world of dreams almost suddenly. He never knew the life he would face for the remainder of his life in the world, but he was glad being a new dragon for that day. At least, for that day....