Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 4 - Spyro's Whole New Flame

Ashes hopped ahead of him and seemed, for her part, as cheerful and enthusiastic as she'd been when they met, if a little more eager to get to Dragon Beach already. Having been reassured that Spyro was every bit the hero she always imagined he was, she...

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Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 3 - Dragon's Don't Drink Tea

They walked in silence. Uncomfortable, awkward, so-thick-you-could-cut-it-with-a-claw silence. Flame had realized very suddenly that he didn't feel like talking about Spyro at all. That the story of how they grew up as hatchlings, and then grew apart...

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Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 2 - Hatchlings

Her name was Ashes, apparently, and for being one of Ember's friends she seemed surprisingly tolerable. Dragon Beach was on the opposite end of the island, a sad piece of sand nestled between Coastal Remains and the elder temple that barely deserved...

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Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 1 - Autumn Plains

Flame had never been the adventurous type. In fact, had it not been for a certain purple dragon, he'd probably be sitting in his cave right now, with a warm cup of tea in his talons. Or maybe he'd be practicing his claw-painting or reading a good...

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Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 5 - Claw-Painting

Dark Hollow had no business being so peaceful. The wind rustled softly through oak trees and well-kept hedges, spreading rust-red leaves over the grass. The lanterns were all lit and bathed the old bookshelves in a warm glow, illuminating all the dark...

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Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 6 - Not on the List

Flame loved to fly. He loved to launch himself into the air and watch the many castles, hills, and rivers that made up their realm shrink into insignificance below his wings. The wind was cold and strong, and raindrops drizzled against his scales, but...

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Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 8 - Back in Dark Hollow

Flame winged through the night, flying as fast as he could. Below him, the island swooshed by in ultrarapid, hills, trees and towers turning into an indistinct blur. He didn't slow down until the temple was far in the distance, until he saw the lights...

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