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Dragons and Dragonesses!

It is my greatest honor to bring you the final part in the Legend of Rift! This story has been in planning since 2015 and writing it spammed from May to August 2019! I do hope you all enjoy, for I have put my all into making this story the best it can be.

Disclaimer: Spyro and related characters are property of Activision. Silvus, Rose, Kardia, and the Forgotten Legend stories are property of SilverFury23. Alex, Ferossa, Mera, and A Newcomer are property of The Constitutionalist. And Sithris is property of Sithris.

Content Warning: Downfall contains various amounts of violence, gore, swearing, sexual instances, emotional distress, and political turmoil. Reader's discretion is advised.

Special thanks to SilverFury23 and Sithris for beta reading!

The Story So Far

Years after the Purple Dragon of Legend, Spyro, defeated the Dark Master, Malefor, the Dragon Realms were once again in danger. Spyro had fallen into the dark magic of Convexity with the intention of ruling the world. Meanwhile, Rift, a young adult orange and silver fire dragon, who had lost his family and village during the reign of Malefor, was spending his days living at a beautiful lake with his girlfriend, a pure white wind dragoness by the name of Kara.

At the point Rift was to propose, he was knocked unconscious by a squad of apes, who then brutally murdered Kara. Broken by the loss of his mate, he flew to the frozen island of Dante's Freezer on a suicide mission to destroy the apes and himself in a large explosion.

Unfortunately, he arrived as a human named Alex, and two dragoness', Cynder and Mera, tried to hold off the stronghold. Rift reluctantly agreed to help and destroyed the ape leader that killed his ape. Afterwards, he joined in the first fight with Spyro, where he received a horn through his chest before he and the others retreated in defeat.

Eventually he would meet Kara's long lost sister, Ferossa and many others as they all prepared for a war against the once Purple Hero. Rift would encounter one of Spyro's Generals, Keltin, a burgundy dragon that once lived in Rift's village until being exiled for attempting to murder the orange dragon. After defeating and sparing Keltin, Rift would join his group to finally defeat Spyro, bringing him back to the side of good, and helping Alex return to the human world. With the city of Warfang being a guardian short, Rift would prove his skills to his cousin, Silvus, and take place as the new Guardian of Fire.

One year later, the orange dragon was still mourning the loss of his mate, his emotional state in a downward spiral. After being placed on temporary leave and accidentally injuring Ferossa, Rift found himself on a new adventure to seek out the Chronicler. In the process, he was ambushed by a fleet of apes, only to be saved by a black dragon by the name of Sithris.

Rift was distrustful of Sithris, but was forced to bring him along while he recovered. After being attacked by his old rival, Keltin, Rift and Sithris hit a breaking point, with the black dragon giving into his anger, and the two exchanging blows. The two finally made peace, and made it to the Chronicler, learning of a way to revive Kara.

After many more battles, the two made their way to a hidden area under Dante's Freezer,

releasing the last nature dragon capable of manipulating life, trapped for many millennia. The dragon accepted Rift's request

and revived Kara. At the same time, Rift and Sithris confessed their love and the three became mates.

Unfortunately, Keltin returned for one final showdown. While the burgundy dragon had launched an attack on Sithris, Rift jumped in the way, killing himself and Keltin in the process. With the power of Kara and Sithris, the orange dragon was resurrected, returning to his position as Fire Guardian, and husband to Kara and Sithris.

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The sun sat at the top of the clear blue sky. A small brisk breeze coating the land. Lush green covered the ground, and birds were chirping their happy songs. Eight years had long passed since the area saw any battle.

A small lake sat in the middle of a clearing surrounded by trees and mountains. A cave mere meters from the shore. What once was a refuge for some homeless hatchlings, was now a home to a family.

Mirrored off the clear water was the reflection of a large circular board, attached to a pole secured to the dirt. With a small hiss, a spike of ice impaled the center. The creator, a silver and green drake with no horns and a strange looking wing.

"See, just like that. It takes a bit to get used to charging your element, but knowing your parents, it shouldn't be a problem." The silver dragon chuckled. He was once a temporary guardian, and the current Messenger of Light. Now, he was teaching his cousin's hatchling how to use elemental breath.

His eyes were directed to a small dragoness staring at the target. Her deep blue eyes burned with determination. Her scales were a pure white, with her horns, spikes, wings, and chest plate a dark black. The horns swept back and the tail was tipped with a sharp spade.

She took a deep breath and concentrated on the power flowing through her. The six year old's mind heard a small snap, and she forced out the power at the target. A beam of pure plasma hit directly in the middle and overwhelmed the wood. With a kaboom, the target exploded.

The silver drake's jaw dropped. He looked at his pupil in shock before brushing some dirt off his legs. "Well, that wasn't quite what I thought I'd see today. Most impressive Neala."

Wiggling from excitement, the hatchling couldn't contain herself, bouncing up and down happily. "Thank-you-Mister-Silvus-that-was-fun-I-wanna-do-it-again!"

Silvus smiled and pet her head. "Maybe next week hon. I should be heading back to my mate soon." He pondered for a moment. "Hey Neala, where's daddy Sithy?"

A loud yawn echoed from the cave as a groggy drake stepped out. His jet black scales absorbed the heat from the sun, white horns sweeping back and green-tinted bronze goggles sitting comfortably atop his head. The dragon shook himself before opening his eyes, black and showing exhaustion.

He smiled tiredly as he watched Neala bouncing after an orange and black butterfly, before his eyes set on the silver dragon. "Oh, hello Silvus. I forgot you were coming over today to teach Neala." The two embraced in a friendly hug and watched the hatchling.

"Yeah, you got a feisty one Sith. You alright? I haven't seen you this out of it since Neala's egg was laid." Silvus examined Sithris with worry, slowly pulling out dragonfruit from a satchel on his side.

Sithris politely shook his head. "No thanks, just spent most of the night working on Rift's old teleporter project. Something about his human friend needing Spyro and Cynder's help. I think I can get it running for them this week." His tail wagged at the idea of finishing Rift's project, one that silly dragon had no tinkering skills for.

His companion watched the tail, smiling as he saw the shining gold ring at its base. The black drake had initially grumped about it when he got married, but in the end, no dragon could resist something shiny. And Sithris wore the gold band well.

"You know, as a silver dragon, I can make portals without all the mechanical stuff." Silvus stated, though already knowing the answer. His friend liked to tinker.

Sithris quickly passed."Nah, it's mostly done now. Besides, if we need to get Spyro and Cynder back here while you're off somewhere, we need an alternative. I guess Rift can do his portals too, but that's only places he's been. This portal will be another great creation of Sithris the Tinkerer... " He watched Neala dive into the late." I still don't think I'll top that creation. "

Silvus smiled and placed his paw on the black dragon's shoulder." Agreed... " He leaned at Sithris and whispered." Though I still don't understand how three dragons can create one."

With a wink and a blep, Sithris responded. "Tinkering can make anything happen." He laughed at the red forming on Silvus' face. Waving a paw, the black dragon smiled. "Unlike an orange Pest, I'll spare you the details."

The silver drake rolled his eyes and walked away. "Yeah, he can get a bit too personal, but he's done a complete personality swap. He's more like the hatchling I first met versus the vengeful dragon that tried to get himself killed." He paused for a moment. "He still struggles occasionally with sleep, doesn't he?"

With a sigh, Sithris nodded. "It comes in waves. One night he'll be fine, the next he'll be sitting outside the cave, guarding it." The black drake looked at Neala. "I hate to admit it, but I guess some things stick with you."

Silvus smiled slightly. "Says the one that always wears those goggles. He's always been a protector. It's only natural that he feels the need to protect his family." He yawned and stretched his wings. "Before I forget, that "special project" is almost done. Kara is really excited about it."

Sithris wagged. "Is it now? Trying to keep it a secret from the pest has been terrible all these years, especially when everyone else knows. Anyways, same time next week?"

Neala ran to Silvus and hugged him. "Sure, the kid is adorable." He gave her a pat on the head and bowed to Sithris before taking off.

The white hatchling took that moment to charge her father, tackling him for a resounding "oof." Sithris chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Alright little missy, let's go get some lunch."

Neala bounced excitedly. "Can I wear your goggles daddy? I promise I'll be careful with them." The little one gave him the biggest pleading look with large puppy dog eyes.

Pondering momentarily before shaking away his discomfort at parting even momentarily with his first creation, the black dragon slowly removed them from his head, placing the goggles on the head of his daughter. "There, that's my girl. Now come along, we have lunch to monch."