asknumbuh1, mrkat, ceruleancorpse, and oneeyedterror came to the Dragon Temple
The Dragon City. A large place indeed, with many old buildings. Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx remembered the war that took place here. The soft rainstorm came down on them, not enough to where it was annoying but enough to notice and be affected by it. The two dragons and one dragon fly, flew calmly threw the city. Eventually they landed, make a soft sound as they did so, looking upon the battle field, where the ring of fire once was,where the floating islands were, and where Malefor was housed. Such bitter sweet memories, as the sky grew darker signalling night time.
The moles begun putting out lanterns to light the path ways threw the city. Spyro walked to the edge of the wall, looking to Cynder. She smiled knowing what he was thinking. So the two jumped off and began flying over the waist land. Some of the corpses of Malefor's armies remained where they were. Suddenly, as they flew, the two saw somebody, they halted in the air and looked to them. They looked different from the others they have seen, and they seemed lost.
The two dragons quickly landed, Sparx who was following, stayed a distance away from the new comer, he was always the cautious type. Or more like the easy-to-frighten type. Spyro was the first to speak to the newcomer. "Um excuse me, are you lost?" The purple dragon asked, hoping that they would get an answer.
