Before I start off my masterpiece of my story fleet, I have a few things I wish to say.

While this is story may be characterized as a regular, I will from time to time have things from stuff other than Spyro.

something I try to do when making these is imagine what they would be like on tv in 15/30/1 hour intervals.

My writing style will be different from here on out.

Here is a shout out to the two other great "series makers" I've seen on this site: Matthais Unidostres and jamieque

If you wont be able to wait for the updates, you can always go to Darkspyro (website)

And last of all, a general disclaimer- the only thing I own are my OC's and the plot, however I may have gotten ideas from people and I know I don't own those ideas.

also, for some reason I don't know, this was deleted, so im going to restart this.

Now lets begin :

episode 1-when the past catches up

"Do you really think he lives here now?" asked a pink dragon.
"Yes, that's what the elders said, and the map showed that Warfang was this way." replied a male red dragon with golden wings. "Anyway, do you really think Spyro still loves you?"
"Of course he does, why wouldn't he?" she retorted. "And how would we know that Warfang is this way, we lost the map in that blizzard remember?"
"Oh well, come on, we'll get there eventually." the red dragon sighed.

meanwhile, it was two years since Spyro, Cynder, and Sparx had stopped Malefor (give or take for Sparx) and then helped the skylanders defeat Kaos. Now they were on their way back to Warfang and were hoping for quite a celebration. Just then Spyro heard his name called off in the distance.
"Did you here that?" he asked.
Cynder replied "Yeah, who do you think that was?"
Just then they heard the voice again. "Spyro-poo, over here."
"Spyro-poo?" what in the world is that supposed to mean?" Cynder remarked.
Just then Sparx spoke up. "I knew this would happen eventually, I would remember that voice anywhere."
And so the trio saw the source of the voice, a pink dragon with a purple belly, wings, crest, and a heart shaped pendent on her neck, and a red dragon with golden wings, crest, horns and belly. And so the red dragon spoke up.
"Spyro, old pal, its been a long while, kick any gnork butt lately?"
"Um sorry, have we met before?" asked a dumbfounded Spyro.
"What do you mean? Its me Flame and Ember. Do you really not remember us? Sparx tell me this isn't a joke." pleaded Flame.
Cynder glared at Sparx "Do you know about these two, because I think we are missing something here."
"Ok, ok, put your claws away missy, Flame and Ember are two of Spyro's old friends."
"Is that so," asked Spyro "Then why don't I remember them?"
"Well, it was sometime after you beat an evil dragon called the Sorcerer, the two of us were playing on a rock cliff and all of a sudden, you fell and hit your head on some rocks. When you woke up, you didn't recall anything, and I decided that in order to escape the life of heroism, we would travel to where we grew up, aka the swamp. Also, I convinced mom and dad that we would keep it a secret and that was the beginning of the time we met Ignitus and you became a hero all over again."
"Ok" Spyro replied, "So Ember, what was with all that "spyro-poo" stuff?"
She replied "don't we still love each other?"
"Come again?" Cynder growled and lept at Ember.
Spyro quickly broke up the following fight and said to Ember and Flame "This is Cynder, and well we are mates."
Ember promptly fainted and Flame said "Well im glad for you two, and between the four of us, Ember's a bit crazy when it comes to her feelings for you, so i'd be careful with her."
Cynder then said "Well, lets wake her up and get to Warfang already, I bet the guardians would love to hear this."